Not the Job I had in Mind

by sissy daisy

part 1

 

I was finally out on my own. College was done with (I graduated with a bachelors degree in engineering), and I was a few days away from starting my first real job. My family was wealthy enough that money for college was never a problem, and they got me this great apartment a few blocks away from the company I would be working at. I grew up in the outskirts of the city and then went out of state for college. A lot of things had changed as I would later find out.

The town was pretty liberal, even having what many referred to as the "pink light" district, or gay part of town. But my parents, and those in the suburbs, were fairly conservative, as was I. I had just finished with moving, so I decided to take a stroll about the area to get reacquainted with the city. I grabbed lunch at a local sandwich shop and decided that I really needed a haircut to give a great first impression with my bosses. It was beginning to get dark as I walked out to where I thought there was an old barber shop, but apparently the whole strip mall had undergone a total revamp; little did I know that the "pink district" had expanded several blocks since I had been gone. The small strip, which had once housed a barber shop, hardware store, and tattoo piercing parlor, was now completely remodeled. The tattoo shop had apparently changed management, but on either side were two large businesses; on the left was DRAG: salon for Males and on the right was QUEEN: salon for Females. I thought the wording was strange, I had heard of salons for 'Men', but not 'Males'. 'Oh well,' I thought to myself as I sauntered up to the door and entered.

On my way into the store, I saw two men exiting the store holding hands. I was a bit startled at first. As I entered the building, I saw them, through the glass door, begin making out. I saw a pair of beautiful receptionists at the desk, "Don't those queers have a place of their own? This isn't the pink district." Both of the ladies looked at each other knowingly. One of the ladies faces, her nametag said Cheryl, looked pretty familiar to me, but I didn't know any Cheryls from college and I went to an all-guys high school, so I just passed it off.

"Good evening sir, my name is Lindsey," the second girl announced as I approached the desk. "I am afraid that we were just about to close for the night sir since we have special hours on Wednesdays; but we could take your information and make you a spot for tomorrow. We have special offers for all of our newest customers."

"That sounds great I guess. Is there some kind of paperwork or do I just tell you?"

"We will just ask you a few questions: First, where do you live?" I told her that I had just moved into the Grande Apartments a few blocks away. "Do you have any family in the immediate area that may also use our services?" I responded that my parents rarely come into town, and because of my new job, I would be too busy to even visit them very often. "OH? What do you do?" Cheryl asked.

"I am starting a new job on Monday with the Globo-Tech facility. They still haven't told me exactly what I would be doing, but I hope it will be more interesting than taking classes."

"Phone number?" I gave them my cell-phone number and then asked why they close early on Wednesdays. "We have some special clientele that come in for some special events that happen," Lindsey explained. "Both this place and QUEEN close down early because we are actually connected and owned by the same company."

"Well, thank you for all your help and I will be back here tomorrow then."

"Goodnight," booth ladies said as they waved me off.

I got back to my apartment and decided to have a couple beers and watch a movie. I was really bored and two beers turned into three, and then four. I was really buzzed. I suddenly heard a knock on my door at around 9 o'clock. I wondered who it could be. I opened it up and saw a GORGEOUS woman standing outside my door; glamorous hair, heavy makeup, LARGE breasts, tight clothing. "Hello?"

"Mmmm, hello big boy; I am Candycane. Cheryl and Lindsey said you just moved in to the area and you were a real cutie, and I must say that I agree." I was totally confused, but totally aroused, and the teepee I was showing off was proof. "Looks like you think I'm a cutie too," she said in a breathy alto voice. "I know we just met, but I like you, and you obviously like me, so why don't we just cut to the chase." With that she was all over me, kissing me passionately. I was trying to lift up her shirt, but she wouldn't let me, but she sure tore mine of quickly. After a few minutes of intense making out, I was VERY ready to go further, and she knew it. She went back to her purse and grabbed four pairs of pink fuzzy handcuffs. "Do you know what to do with these?" she asked. I nodded silently. "How 'bout you go into your bedroom and get ready and strapped down, and I'll be in after I get ready out here." I quickly grabbed the cuffs and made a b-line to my bedroom. I completely stripped down and cuffed my ankles and then my arms to my bed posts. I felt a bit awkward, looking down at my slender body, sparsely covered with hair and for a moment wondered why such a beautiful girl would be so hot on me, but I was too hot and horny to reflect on it any further.

"Are you ready doll?" she asked through the door.

"OH YEAH!" I shouted.

She walked in wearing the hottest lingerie I had ever seen; my cock was going crazy with lust. She walked in with her hands behind her back concealing some mystery items. First, she pulled out a blindfold. It was kind of embarrassing when she put it on me because it was pink with white lace around the edging, but I knew something good MUST be coming. "I hope you don't mind, but I want to put some cherry lip balm on you, so when we have fun I can taste them," she explained as she rubbed the stick of what I believed to be balm across my lips. I heard a clicking sound, but had no idea what it was.

If I had known what was going on in my room behind the blindfold would have had me running for the hills. Candycane had just taken off her panties releasing her huge cock and was rubbing it with the same pink lipstick she had applied to my lips. Cheryl and Lindsey, who Candycane had let into the apartment while I was cuffing myself, were sneaking into the room with cameras while Candycane began to straddle my chest. "Now give me a huge smile honey," she instructed. I had no idea what was going on, so I put on the happiest looking face I could muster. "That's great," she said as Cheryl and Lindsey silently took snapshots of Candycane with her cock, covered in smeared lipstick of the same color I was now wearing, inches from my face. She began to stroke herself to total stiffness while the other girls continued to snap photos. "I know it is taking a while, but I promise you the reward will come very soon. Now I need you to open your mouth wide as if you were eating the best tasting hamburger ever," she instructed as she ripped off the blindfold. My eyes needed a bit of time to adjust before my smile was turned to shock as the girls snapped away while Candycane's cum was shooting into my mouth and onto my face.

I was looking around the room in total terror as the girls continued to take shots of my now cum covered face, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

"Oh Cheryl," Lindsey started, "it looks like we have a queer on our hands."

"Look at those cuffs and that blindfold Lindsey," Cheryl responded, "he must be a sissy queer too."

I struggled to break myself free, but the cuffs were strong, and Candycane was still straddling my chest with her cock in my face. "LET ME GO!!! I will SOO call the cops on you."

"And if the cops came here and saw you in your current predicament, do you really think they would believe you?" Candycane answered. "Now you are going to be a good girl for us or your boss, your family, and everyone else you know will get copies of these pictures." With that Candycane got off my chest and took the camera from Cheryl as Lindsey put hers down on my dresser. They both began to pull down their skirts and panties to reveal that they too were sporting nice hardons. They stood to either side of the bed, hovering their cocks above my head while Candycane snapped new shots. Moments later, the two ladies let loose their seed all over my face.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" I screamed as I tried incessantly to get free of my bindings.

"Because you are a queer little sissy obviously," Candycane retorted.

"I AM NOT!"

"You will be!" Cheryl responded slapping my face with her cock. "Unless you are a good little sissy and do exactly as we say, these pictures will be up everywhere. In this town, you are likely to get fired from your job and lose your apartment and everything."

"Please, please don't!"

"Now isn't this a turn of events?" Cheryl responded. I had no clue what she meant. My puzzled look gave it away. "Oh, you don't recognize me do you?" I still had a dumbfounded look on my face. "In high school, you outted me to the rest of the school!"

"Ch… Charlie?"

"That's right! I told the theater group my secret in confidence. Even your stage crew buddies were more trustworthy, but you! I begged you not to tell everybody, but you did anyways. It was my senior year and it was supposed to be the best year of my life. Instead, it was the worst. Now the shoe is on the other foot. You may not be gay, but these pictures say otherwise, and I am NOT afraid to ruin your life the way you ruined mine. I thought that maybe you would have changed after college, but it was terribly obvious that you hadn't. The 'pink district' as you called it was able to expand much further when Globo-Tech decided to create a new building in our area. They were tired of the alternative community, and rather than worrying about lawsuits for firing all of us, they arranged for a deal that we all gladly accepted as we were given big raises and a facility just for us.

"Tonight we are going to leave you here with your new friend Candycane. Tomorrow, you are going to fulfill your spot at our salon and we are going to arrange for your new life. But, it may only be a temporary life depending on if we decide you have cooperated and learned your lesson."

I was terrified at what was going to happen. I began crying as Cheryl and Lindsey left me cuffed to my bed and Candycane cuddled up to me. "You are going to be such a cutie," she whispered as she began kissing me and licking me. Eventually, I was too exhausted and fell asleep with Candycane rubbing herself along my naked form.

Candycane woke me up at 7a.m. to get me ready for the day. "First things first," I was hoping she was going to let me go but that was not yet to be, "You are going to take care of my morning wood." She whipped out her cock and held it to my face. "Open up and don't you DARE bite down, or you will pay severely." I cautiously opened my mouth and she unceremoniously slipped her cock into my mouth. "Suck my clit good bitch or you may experience a bit of pain." I had no idea what I was supposed to do, but my mouth was going dry; by the time she was a full mast, my lips and mouth were pretty dry. "Oh, I'm sorry pet; but I do not have any lubricant, so this is probably going to hurt" she explained as she pulled her clit out of my mouth and moved down to the foot of the bed. "Now be good, or else," she warned as she uncuffed my feet. I knew this could not be going well for me as she slowly brought my head up pointing to the ceiling. With one quick, dry shove, she slammed my asshole with her cock. I screamed out in pain as my virginity was taken. "I know it hurts now, but we will make it much better." She continued to pump in and out of my ass, her precum lubing up her cock. It hurt immensely having her huge, swollen member inside my tight virgin ass. Within moments though, she shoved forward with one great heave and I felt a warmness filling my ass. I was so sick from the feelings mixed from last night that I finally just threw up. "You will grow to love that baby. But now it is time to clean you up." She got a syringe out of her purse which had been placed on my dresser. "This may hurt a bit," she announced as she plunged it into the tip of my cock. Boy did it ever hurt. I screamed so loud I was worried about waking up the neighbors.

"What the fuck did you just inject into my cock?"

"First of all, that pathetic THING is NOT a COCK. It is your sissy clitty, and you will refer to it as such until you are released. To answer your question though, it is a chemical compound that is going to severely weaken you. It will make you a little loopy too, but not strong enough to resist me. If you even try, you WILL be punished."

"Okay," I responded.

"What kind of response is that? You are just a lowly sissy; you will address me and all of your superiors, which is everybody, as Mistress or Master." As Candycane unlocked my wrists, she began chuckling to herself, "I can't believe you actually fell for all of this. I mean, my name is CandyCANE. Didn't that tip you off at all?"

"No," I responded dejectedly.

"NO WHAT?" she screamed as she grabbed and squeezed my clitty.

"OW! OW! OW! NO MISTRESS CANDYCANE."

"Better. You really are a dumb sissy. Now, take me to your bathroom." I lead her in and she immediately began drawing up a bath. She had grabbed some bottles from her purse and squeezed the contents of two of them into the water. "Do NOT get your head into that water, but I want you to lie down and just soak until I give you permission to do otherwise." I meekly followed her directions and lay out submerged from the neck down as she headed back to my bedroom. After a few minutes, I began to have a burning sensation over my body; I ignored it as best I could, but ended up shifting a little bit in the water to scratch. Candycane must have heard me because she came into the bathroom and told me to stand up. She pulled the drain stop and I watched as what little body hair I had was flushed down the drain. My face was still covered in dried cum, so Candycane quickly snapped a few new photos before turning on my shower head. She handed me a loofa and a sweet-smelling soap to wash my face and body with and a very flowery shampoo to wash my hair with. As I took my shower, I was very distracted by Candycane squirting a fluid filled bottle up into my asshole while at the same time stroking my cock… err clitty. Though it was uncomfortable to have the douche inside my asshole, it was even more awkward that I was becoming uncontrollably hard. Soon, Candycane had emptied the entire douche contents into my ass but she continued to stroke. I tried to shower normally, but eventually I was just about to cum. I was right on the brink, and Candycane could sense it because she stopped stroking and plunged another syringe into the head of my cock. It hurt, but the pain was mixed with the pleasure of arousal. What was really surprising was that, even through the pain of the injection, my clitty stayed hard and left me feeling very horny. I was finally done soaping and shampooing when Candycane told me to squat over the drain. I did as instructed and she spread my asscheeks apart and let the douche fluid mixed with her cum drain from my body. She told me to remain squatted as she went back to stroking my clitty. I wanted release SO badly, but no matter how much she stroked, I couldn't climax. "Perfect!" she announced and turned off the water.

"What, what did you do?" I asked as I stepped out of the shower.

"Well, a sissy like you must be sweet-smelling and totally hairless. The chemicals I put in for you to soak in were a hair remover and a flowery perfume that has had time to permeate your skin. You are going to smell like a sweet lilac for quite some time."

"But what about my co…. clitty?"

"Well, we need to make sure you are observed as enjoying all that we have done to you when we take more pictures and such. And this way, it looks quite obvious that you are."

I was so hot and horny now I would do just about anything for release, "PLEASE Mistress Candycane… please let me cum. I beg you, I will do ANYthing."

"Oh, I know you will sissy. Now its time to get dressed," she explained as she led me to my bed. On the bed I saw some of the most horrifying garments ever invented. "Put them on. NOW!" I hesitantly walked over and first grabbed the panties. They were the frilliest concoctions ever created. White lace surrounded every hole, of which there were more than normal. The front had an opening for my clitty, surrounded by the white lace and topped with a bow. The back had layers of pink ruffles which did nothing to hide the small hole that would expose my asshole to whatever these crazy ladies could imagine. The majority of the panty was made of a pale pink silk, with dark pink hearts embossed. I slid the horrid thing up my slender, hairless, trembling legs. Next were the stockings: white stay up above the knee stockings with a pink bow at the top. Lastly was a VERY large cupped bra, which matched the lacey pink panties. I felt simply ridiculous.

I looked on my bed to find she had laid out one of my thin white oxford shirts and a pair of khaki shorts. "I can't wear these! People might see the bra and the stockings will be CLEARLY visible."

Candycane quickly slapped me across the face. "You clearly LOVE your undies," she explained as she quickly snapped a few more shots of my wearing the terribly lingerie. "You should have thought about what it means to do ANYthing for release. NOW GET DRESSED!" I put on the khakis and shirt and saw that one could indeed see the pink bra through my obviously male clothing. "Grab your shoes, your wallet, and make sure to have all of your money IDs and keys." I put on my most comfortable pair of shoes and grabbed everything else I was told to get. I met Candycane at my front door; according to my clock it was now 8:45a.m. I was very aware of the fact that I kept having to adjust my clitty to keep it from pitching a total tent in my pants, but it was still very clear that I was hard as a rock. Candycane attached a pink collar around my neck and a leash connected to it. "Put your wallet and IDs and money in here and all of your keys except your car keys and apartment keys," she said as she held up a clear baggy. I didn't have many other keys, but followed her directions. I handed her my house and car keys after she opened the door. I thought she was going to lock up, but instead as she lead me down towards the parking lot, she handed my house key off to two large men by a moving truck. "You have your instructions boys. Thanks for all your help." The two men told Candycane that she had nothing to worry about and then giggled as I passed by. I was walking with my arms crossed in front of my chest doing my best to cover the bra. Luckily most everyone else in the complex was asleep as Candycane lead me to the passenger side of my car. She opened the door and had me sit down with my knees close together and sitting on my hands. She got into the driver seat and drove us down to the DRAG salon.

  

  

  

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