First a different house, but then it was finally time!

“First a different house, but then it was finally time!” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by sissy Ineke.

You were all waiting anxiously for the sequel since April of this year. And yes, so was I! Because my wife and I bought another house, and that brought a fair bit of chaos. Buying a house, putting our old house up for sale, DIY jobs, clearing out, moving, you name it. It was hectic all round. Luckily our old house sold quickly, so we had no stress about that, the sale was closed just like that. The work that came with it was stressful, of course. Because we had deadlines. And the stress came mainly because we had to hand over on time ourselves, and we also got the keys to our new house a few days before.

Luckily we were allowed to measure up everything in our new house in advance. By now a few months have passed. Mistress Moriah has been very understanding. She understands how it goes when you move and have to get everything in order. We had agreed to have a weekly moment of contact. She was also in regular contact with my wife, who especially in the last few weeks sat on the phone with Mistress Moriah laughing her head off.

Small assignments

Over the past months I received a few small assignments. Because why on earth couldn't I wear a butt plug while doing DIY jobs or moving? I could perfectly well, Mistress Moriah thought. And of course my little thing had to stay locked up in my CB. Although I sometimes found that bloody irritating, because DIY involves quite a lot of moving about. Mistress Moriah had agreed with my wife that my wife would hold the little key during the period of DIY and moving. Mistress Moriah was also very busy herself with her own projects and subs. But of course she would make time for me as soon as the moment came for my visit to her.

I had started with a small butt plug, but by now I was already on the middle one of the three that I had bought as instructed. And I love wearing a butt plug, except, as I said, sometimes while doing DIY I didn't find it so pleasant. My wife still imitates me now and then when she demonstrates how I pushed a butt plug into my little hole for the first time. Then at some point we both get the giggles.

Bits and pieces

By now I have acquired all sorts of bits and pieces, either after an assignment or when I asked her whether something would be okay. In the beginning I bought the pink panties. And what also belongs to the standard kit, as I gathered after reading one of her books, is a wig! Or actually two wigs, a blonde one and a pink one. Mistress Moriah left it up to me, I was allowed to choose myself. In the end I bought them both. Choosing is sometimes quite difficult. In a quiet moment I try to walk in my high heels. Because those belong to a sissy too. They are beautiful black shiny boots with a high heel.

I showed them to her via FaceTime and she thought I should also wear nice tights with them, but a pair that left me freely accessible. She said it very politely while I felt my cock getting hard again in my CB, ouch. A little dress couldn't be missing either. I borrow the make-up from my wife for now; I had already bought the lipstick at our first meeting. And I have already practised a number of times, with her book on my lap. In about a week it's time, and I'm finally going to Mistress Moriah!

At last!

Time didn't pass quickly, as always. When you want time to go fast, time goes agonisingly slowly. Unbelievable. I had neatly put my things in my wheeled suitcase. Of course I had been properly douched. Checking whether I had everything, luckily I had a nice list from her book. That is very helpful, a good anchor. Because when you're not used to things, you do need a list. I also took her book with me. Because I hoped she would write something in it for me. I hadn't asked her yet, because I found that rather cheeky, also because we hadn't yet arranged a new live appointment.

I had wrapped the presents for her neatly, and I had written a sweet card to go with them. And finally I was ready to get in the car. I kissed my wife goodbye, and she wished me lots of fun and success. And she added that she would watch the videos she would receive from Mistress Moriah. I changed colour, because a bit of shame came over me. My wife saw that and said, “Sweetheart, I'm not going to laugh at you, I'm glad you can make your fantasies come true and I'd love to see what makes you happy.” My heart skipped a beat.

On the road

And so off I went, as a man to Mistress Moriah, to be completely transformed into a sissy afterwards. My heart pounded, my hands started to sweat. As the journey went on I noticed I was getting a bit more tense, so I switched on the radio, and luckily there was a sing-along song and I sang along at the top of my voice. I saw the name of her town appear on the road signs. And I drove into her town, where I stopped by the local florist and baker. I was quick there, because from the session reports on her site I now knew what makes her happy. I drove into a parking space, sighed deeply and got out of the car, heading for her front door.

It was now 10:59, perfectly on time, because at 11:00 I rang the bell. She opened the door herself and what a vision this lady is. I had seen her before, but she looked so beautiful and radiant; I immediately felt myself going very soft. I greeted her and handed her the flowers. And we went into the living room, which by the way looked very kinky too. I rolled the little suitcase along behind me. First we had a coffee with a treat from the bakery. I needed that, because at home I hadn't been able to get a bite down.

Transformation

When the coffee was finished she said I had to go and change and come back to her as a sissy. So fully dressed, tights on, wig on, and make-up. “You have three quarters of an hour! And then you come back to me here,” she said. And I went upstairs where I could change. I decided to start with the make-up first. Luckily I had an easy little dress that wouldn't smear the make-up off my face when I put it on. I started putting on my make-up neatly following the “instructions”. With her book on my lap, of course. After a quarter of an hour I thought it was okay myself. The lipstick still, I had almost forgotten that! The wig went on easily, I had worn it before. I found the tights a real hassle, er, a pain in the cunt. But in the end I had them on too!

Now the little dress and the heels, and I was ready to present myself as a sissy to Mistress Moriah. And after a good half hour I was completely ready. I carefully walked down the stairs in my heels. “Fjietview,” I heard from the living room. Mistress Moriah sat looking at me with a big smile. “Come here and let me behold you,” she said. And she pulled up my dress to check whether I was wearing my pink panties and my CB. “You look beautiful! We still need to polish a few things, but for now I'm proud of you,” she said.

What do you want?

She asked me a question: “What do you want?” I hadn't expected that question. And I had never been asked it before. I couldn't answer it, or at least I didn't dare to. What I did dare to do now was ask whether she could write a little message in the book I had bought. With a big smile she said, “Of course! I'll do that as soon as we're finished and you're changing, then I'll have time for it.” I stammered, “Thank you, Mistress.” We were now going to do various things to see what you are good at, or need to get better at. We started with dancing. She put on some disco music and I started dancing in my high heels. “Mind your look, look sultry,” she said. I looked at her sultrily while I danced. “Haha, good, you can do that as soon as we have some clients for you,” she said.

I nodded to her, this was an exciting idea, but at the same time I felt a bit of fear. “Don't worry, I screen all clients,” she said. “Now come and sit at my feet on your knees.” I sat down in front of her. “Your make-up is not quite what I want to see yet, so you'll have to take a workshop for that.” I nodded, because of course I wanted to look good. “For the rest you've passed on looks, as a sissy. Oh wait, let me check whether you're smooth. Stand up and pull your panties down. Okay, your little cunt is bare and smooth. Turn around and show me your fuck hole, bend over, little slut. Okay, that looks fine too,” she said. When she called me a little slut I felt my little cock rear up, but well, in the CB it has nowhere to go.

Cleaning skills

And of course she wanted to know what my cleaning skills were like. “Go to the kitchen and make sure it's sparkling clean.” I walked to the kitchen on my high heels. “And oh, take off your panties,” she said. I didn't need to be told twice. And oh, how exciting that already felt. I cleaned the kitchen as if it were a labour of love. She had meanwhile sat down at the table in the kitchen and watched me clean. And every now and then I got a smack on my buttocks with a paddle. Not because I wasn't doing it well, but simply because she felt like it.

After an hour the whole kitchen was sparkling clean; I had taken the vacuum cleaner of my own accord to hoover as well. She was delighted by that, because a potential cleaning sissy often doesn't think of that. She said she was very proud of me. Of course she had made a few videos for my wife.

Fucking

When I was done I had to kneel in front of her. She stroked my head and said I had done well. And suddenly I saw she was wearing a strap-on. She started to smile and pushed my head towards the strap-on. And automatically I started sucking her, deeper and deeper, because I could tell from the pressure of her hand that I had to go deeper and deeper. She wanted me to let the dildo slide all the way into my throat. And after a few little gags I managed it. And oh, how proud she was of me for the first time. She said, “I'm going to make you into a super horny cocksucking slut! You're doing really well.” I glowed with pride. “Now stand up and bend over the table, your belly flat on the table.”

She squirted some lube on the dildo and, with her black latex gloves on, she also put a good dollop of lube on my little fuck hole. She slowly slid the strap-on in and began to move harder and harder. My cock was squeezed tight in my CB, but I enjoyed it enormously. How wonderful this is! Lovely, indescribable. I moaned like a horny sissy, ready to be used forever. After Mistress Moriah had fucked me hard, I went to change again. And in the meantime she wrote a little message in her book. That was so incredibly sweet.

Super smile

We had another drink, and she said to me, “At home you may take off your CB, and you may come, with or without your wife. That's up to you two. Enjoy the afterglow, and don't forget to send me a report of your experience.” “That's fine, Mistress, thank you for everything,” I said with a super smile. “Until next time, sissy, be proud of yourself!” she said. And we said goodbye, and on the way I called my wife to tell her everything I had experienced. After 1 minute of my rattling on, she said, “I'll see you soon, in the bedroom, see you shortly!” And with a big smile I drove home…..

Sissy Ineke

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