Chapter Seven
Three weeks later I was standing at attention in front of Jack, wearing a pair
of six-inch high heels mules and a pair of my special panties. My special
panties were nothing more than a nice, tiny satin sack that encased my balls and
clitty. Stacey had made many special panties for me, in a variety of colors and
materials.
My chest was thrust out, displaying my new tits and erect nipples that-due to
the doctors' alterations-were two inches long. Legs were together, butt pooched
out, and hands parallel to the floor. Eyes straight ahead.
Jack was pacing the room, holding his "pointer," which was actually a
three-foot-long cane rod of very pliable bamboo.
Since I had been altered more than originally planned, Jack thought it best to
conduct an anatomy lesson. I was very nervous because I had to study and
memorize a chart he gave me. It was a sure thing a correction with his pointer
would follow an incorrect answer.
"What are these?" he asked, tapping my toes that peeked out of from the mules.
"Sissy feet, Mr. Jackson. Sissy toe nails are to be kept painted and match
fingertip colors. Footwear requires a minimum heel height of three inches."
"How high are your shortest heels, dixie?"
"Five inches, Mr. Jackson."
"Good. I know the chart I gave you said three inches, but Stacey and I set our
standards higher. And we have to guard our investment in you, too. Your
minimum heel height will be five inches."
"Yes, Mr. Jackson."
"Now," he said, raking his pointer over my hip. "What's this?"
"Sissy waist, Mr. Jackson. To be strictly maintained at proper feminine
proportions-23 inches to 26 inches."
"And this?" he asked, the cane tapping my head rather firmly.
"Sissy hair, Mr. Jackson. To be kept long and in feminine styles. Sissy hair
can be dyed any color to suit sissy roles."
"I like redheads," Jack said, grinning and fluffing my fiery curls. He was so
close to me. My knees began to tremble and my ass shook like jelly on a plate.
He stepped behind me caressed my quivering cheeks. He gave one cheek a love
tap. "What's this, dixie?"
"Sissy ass, Mr. Jackson. To be kept soft, rounded and smooth in proper feminine
proportions-34 inches to 38 inches. Sissy ass is a grope toy, Sir, and a
secondary cocktease tool. Sissy ass is to be kept encased in silk, satin, or
lace panties."
Jack chuckled. "It would take a gym bag to encase your sissy ass, dixie. So we
think your special panties will do fine." He raked his finger down between my
pooched cheeks and then spread them apart. And this, dixie. What am I looking
at now?"
"Sissy pussy, Mr. Jackson. A primary fuck toy. A cock receptacle or a cock
pleasure sheath. A semen depository. A dildo attachment point. Sissy pussy is
to be kept shaved at all times."
"Excellent." Jack walked slowly around to face me. He then put a finger to my
lips, inserting it into my mouth and withdrawing it with a little pop. "This?"
"Sissy mouth and tongue, Mr. Jackson. A secondary fuck toy. A cock receptacle
or cock pleasure sheath. A dildo attachment point. Sissy mouth is also a pussy
stimulator, a pussy cleaner, and a semen depository. Sissy lips are to be kept
painted in feminine glossy colors."
"Good, good! You're learning, dixie. Now these," tapping my fingers with his
cane.
Sissy hands and fingers, Mr. Jackson. Also known as a pussy vibrator and an
alternate cock pleasure sheath. Fingertips are to be kept long and painted in
shiny feminine colors."
He took one of my erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted.
"Next," he said.
"Sissy tits, Mr. Jackson," my voice cracking just a bit. "Sissy's pride and
joy, soft and full. To be enhanced to proper feminine proportions-33 inches to
36 inches. Sissy tits are ..."
"Stop, dixie. Tell me the size of your sissy tits." He was still twisting my
nipple.
"Thirty-six inches, S-s-sir. D-cup."
"Go on."
"Sissy tits are a grope toy, an alternate cock pleasure sheath. Nipples are to
be kept perky and hard." I couldn't help but moan as Jack made sure this was
the case. "A bra is optional except where used to draw attention to tits and
nipples. Sissy tits are a primary cocktease tool."
"Indeed they are, dixie. Indeed they are." He stepped back and folded his
strong arms, looking down at me. "Now a small exam. If I wanted to use your
secondary fuck toy, what would you present to me?"
"Sissy mouth and tongue, Mr. Jackson."
"How many semen depositories do you have?"
"Two, Sir. Sissy mouth and sissy pussy."
"The number of cock pleasure sheaths ... quickly!" The cane swished through the
air. I had to think a bit before answering.
"F-f-four, Sir! Sissy mouth, sissy pussy, sissy tits, and ... uhm ...sissy
hands."
"Now ... let's complete this oral exam, shall we? Kneel, dixie, and present me
your secondary fuck toy."
I knelt quickly, keeping my posture straight, my tits jutting out proudly. Inch
by inch I made my way to the thick cock that dangled between his long legs.
With each movement, my tits and ass shook provocatively. When I was within
kissing distance of the mushroomed-shaped head, I stopped and opened my mouth.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided his divine cock past my painted lips.
He started fucking my cock receptacle slowly at first, but soon his pace
quickened. The sound of his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth was like that
of a plumber's helper unclogging a stubborn drain.
He stopped before cumming. My head was swimming, my lips numb. "Yes, yes ...
very nice," he said, drawing out his cock. "You would have earned an A if you
had maintained eye contact. Let's move on to the mid-terms. Hop on the bed and
present your primary fuck toy."
I knelt on the luxurious satin sheets, my face on the bed, my ass pooched high
in the air, my legs spread.
Jack moved to the bedside table and coated his cock with oil. I would have
gladly done that for him, but seeing his strong hand stroke himself to hardness
caused my heart to flutter. I guess he didn't want to stain the sheets.
He climbed behind me, kneeling between my legs, and spread my ass cheeks apart.
"I swear, the doctor did a hell of a job back here. Now, dixie, I want you to
take one of pussy vibrators and give me a little show."
Smiling shyly, I reached back to my sissy pussy and parted the petals of my anal
rose. My long pink fingernails must have presented a pleasant sight.
His cock head toyed with the petals of my flower before inserting just the tip.
Jack moaned in a feral manner. "Excellent, dixie." He frigged his cock there
while he spoke. "You may know, dixie, that a man's cock head is very sensitive.
It's not always necessary to suck a cock all the way down your throat. Nor do I
have to go balls deep in your fuck toy to have fun. Just the right pressure and
stimulation under the tip causes immense pleasure." His hips maintained a
steady pace, still keeping only the head inside me.
"But it is nice to feel the warmth around my shaft," he said, pushing in another
thick inch. "Rock a little bit, dixie. Oh yeah, that's it ... don't make Mr.
Jackson do all the work."
My ass cheeks slapped together softly as I rocked back and forth, gasping for
air as I felt his cock go in deeper. I was in heaven! He gave my ass a
resounding slap with his oiled hand. "Faster, bitch! Let's give it a good
workout!"
He then plunged his cock into me, his heavy balls buffeting against my special
panties. I squealed like a little girl! His hands slipped underneath and his
fingers toyed with my tits and nipples, his strong hips slapping against my ass.
After about five minutes of solid pumping, he stopped, and made me do the work.
"Milk it, baby! Rock that ass! Slap those cheeks together!" He spanked my ass
harder.
My hips roiled and my cheeks popped against one another loudly, bringing all the
weight in my ass onto his rigid cock. I clinched the muscles of my flower
around his shaft and coaxed his passion to erupt deep inside me.
He took his cock out. lay back on the bed, and simply said, in his deep voice
raspy voice, "Secondary fuck toy."
