Post Breakup Loser Exposure

 

I'd like to start with saying I am not at all tech savvy and I went ahead and copy/pasted this from my fet life. Needless to say, the background is all black and it looks like shit, but it is what it is. Maybe someday I'll figure out html, but for now I just need to make a mental note to NOT write my initial posts in fetlife ever again. Ew. 

Now for the good stuff, there are two types of sissies in my opinion.

1.) There are the ones that dream about being exposed every waking moment and are ready to dive in head first standing atop a mountain screaming into the void that they absolutely Love daddy's Cock and will forever and always be a pathetic bimbo whore.

2.) Then there are my FAVORITE sissies. The not so sure ones who after a terrible and embarassing break up with their ex girlfriend, self medicate with 3/4 of a bottle of scotch to ease the emotional sting, then proceed to ruin their entire life on a whim. This is more organic, fun, and best of all TRAUMATIC as fuck. Which I find hilarious of course.

Penelope was phenominally drunk and had been edging for two whole days. The scotch sat heavy in her gut and had left her obsolete dick a sad flacid wad of flesh.... almost like an oversized skin tag protruding unfortunately from her groin. She softly ran her chipped manicured finger tips up and down the flacid member carefully, gently, mindfully. She didn't want to cum. She knew it was the last thing she deserved. Self loathing and depravity seeped into her dumb little loser mind.

She looked down at her yellow lace panties and the sad itsy bitsy wet spot that had slowly accumulated over the passing hours from her drippy clit. Her sheer black thigh highs were crooked and reaked with the smell of spilled liquor. She looked messy like a ten dollar whore that was gang banged and then left in a dumpster behind a seedy rural dive bar. She needed a pick me up badly and so she called me to talk girl to girl.

"Where did I go wrong? I did everything for her and no matter what I did to try and make Steph happy, she continually cheated on me. Always going behind my back and fucking other men."

I sat silently. Penelope knew the answers. I didn't have to say a single fucking word but on and on she went. Whining and complaining and crying as if she somehow had been living in some fabricated dream world where she was actually desired by women. I couldn't take it anymore. It was pathetic and I began to feel enraged by her stupidity.

"You're a fucking wreck Penelope and your wasting my time asking pointless questions you already know the answers to! No wonder she left you. If I had to listen to you be such a little fucking bitch day in and day out I would have left you ages ago. The question I would be asking if I were you, is why the fuck Steph stayed with you so long in the first place? You should be fucking grateful that you had the time with her that you did. You didnt deserve a fucking second of it. You and I both know that. You must have been good for something. Try to think positively about it ya know? What were you good for?"

Penelope paused for a second wracking her brain trying to think of what she WAS good for. Maybe Steph liked the fact that Penelope made sure the was financially supported. Maybe Steph enjoyed the fact that Penelope was so dumb she could run around behind her back fucking every guy in Chicago that had a sizeable dick and good enough manners to keep her engaged. Beyond that however, Penelope couldn't think of a single thing. Her eyes welled up with tears and became glassy and distant. Her throat stung as she fought desperately to hold them back. But finally they overflowed further ruining her smudged mascara and eyeliner.

Abruptly she wailed "WHAT AM I GOOD FOR? I'M GOOD FOR NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL!!!" which to be honest, startled me. It was so dramatic, loud, and over played that every ounce of my being wanted to take those dirty cum dripped panties she was wearing and shove them in her stupid fucking whore mouth so that she'd shut the fuck up already. But still, my nurturing side made a brief appearance.

"Oh Penelope, come on. You can't think like that! Seriously, there are so many things you're good at. Just not things Steph cared about. I suggest that you just take a whole new approach to life in general."

Penelope looked at me as is she was a dog who had just been chastised for pissing on the floor yet still listening and attentive. I sighed heavily and roller my eyes and then took her hands into mine, looking her deeply in the eyes.

"Penelope, you can't keep living this lie and you know if you go about life trying to exist like a boy, doing boy things, you're just going to keep setting yourself up to have your heart broken. You don't deserve that. I think that you do deserve to be happy, but we need to reassess what makes you happy. So first things first, I want you to tell me, what makes you happy?"

Penelope paused. Her hysteria seemed to diminish as she focused entirely on the things in her life that caused her to feel delight.

" I love wearing panties. I love the way they feel rubbing against my clitty. I like big hard throbbing cocks. I love watching porn with hot little sissies getting fucked in their pussy. I like being used and degraded and and and and...."

Penelope started to get excited. She seemed to have perked up a little and I handed her a glass of water although it would have taken a saline drip to bring her back to sobriety at that point.

"See, you are happy beinga sissy. Penelope, girl, you have got to get your shit together!!!!! You don't need Steph. You need to accept who you are. Life is short and all that other bullshit but it's so true! Don't you want me to help turn you into a cock hungry slut? We've talked about it for years now and you never seem ready to commit, but now is your moment to shine! With Steph gone, you can live your authentic life and do you."

Penelope knew I was right but she still wondered about Steph. She wondered if it was really truly over or if she even had a chance of working things out. Sometimes Steph could be over the top and you never really quite knew how serious she was about something. Her moods flip flopped at times and it had always been something Penelope struggled with in their relationship. One minute Penelope was a piece of shit and the next she was Steph's best friend. Penelope was afraid that maybe Steph would change her mind and want to get back together, but I was not having any of that.

"There's no way Penelope. I'm putting my foot down with this. No more Steph. No more trying to be a boy. I can't fucking deal with your bullshit anymore and I'm sick of hearing it. Something needs to be done. Something Drastic."

"Mistress, I think I have an Idea.... and I know that you always know what's best for me, so let me know what you think of this. Ok... here it goes... I can't believe I'm even thinking about this.... BUT. Ok. deep breath I always thought it would be really hot for me to have you expose me to Steph as a sissy. There. I said it. I just don't know that I can do it. I just don't know. I mean she could tell EVERYONE and we have so many mutual friends. Like she knows my parents, people I work with. Fuck, she even knows my dog's groomer. I would just struggle to move through life knowing that everyone around me knew my deepest darkest secret."

"You're fucking pathetic Penelope, as usual. Give me your phone."
"What? Why?"
"Come on, you're being a little bitch. I said give me your phone and you do as I say."
"Fine"

Penelope begrudgingly tossed her phone and me. I swiped through it eagerly searching for Steph's number. I knew I could convince Penelope that exposing her to Steph was the only way to move through life feeling fullfilled. I couldn't contain my wicked little smile and Penelope knew what I was up to. I picked up my phone and typed Steph's number in and quickly wrote her a text. It read

"Just wanted to congratualte you on your current break up with Brad. I'm currently with him. He's paying me while he jerks his tiny dick into his little yellow lacey panties like a loser. He's going to lick the cum out of them like a good sissy bitch. You definitely dodged a bullet there. lol"

Penelope had a moment of panic.
"Oh my god you texted Steph what did you write!? Oh my god. Oh my god. Mistress, what did you write to Steph? I can't believe this is happening! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I laughed and read the text back to him.

"shit shit shit shit shit shit. Mistress, I know this is like totally turning me on but I'm really really drunk and I dont think this is a good Idea. I know this is a bad Idea but I cant help but want it so so so bad. Fuck fuck fuck. Maybe you should just do it. I dont know. I dont know."

"Well Penelope, all I have to do is hit send. I think perhaps I'll sit here and watch you squirm for a bit while you decide. Hahahaha. I just love this. The dissonance running rampant in your psyche is just fucking profoundly entertaining to me right now. I love it!"

"Mistress fuck I don't know. I don't know what to do. Shit! Ughhh"

"Ok, I'll make it easier for you. You can leave me a considerable tribute for wasting my time this evening and I will refrain from sending Steph the message. Or... I can just go ahead, send it to her, and you can start living your life as a little bimbo faggot sissy bitch and call it a night!!!"

I couldn't stop laughing. Penelope began rambling something about how she didn't get paid until next week, but I knew she always had money for me. She wasn't a broke bitch. I don't fuck with broke bitches. She was just trying to rationalize her deep down urge to have me send the text. I could see it all playing out.

" Ok Penelope, I'm going to count backwards from 5 and if you dont give me a straight answer, I'm fucking sending it. 5, 4..."

"Oh my god Mistress I want to but It's not..."

"3, 2"

" Ok, fuck it just send it!!!!!! Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

"All sent!"

"Oh my god. I just ruined my life. I ruined everything. I don't know what Steph's going to think or say. Fuck. I can't believe I let you do that. But still I'm like really turned on right now. I'm too drunk for this shit! Why would you listen to me?! You tricked me into this!"

I couldn't stop laughing and moments later, as Penelope continued her frenxied panic ridden gibberish my phone chimed.

"Oh look! Steph texted back! "Um who is this." I'm going to text her back! This is fun!"

"No. please thats enough. Just leave it. Please"

"No way. The damage is already done what does it matter? Shut up and stop being such a little pussy bitch all the time. Dear Steph, I am a dominatrix. Your ex is very drunk and literally paying me right now to send you these texts. He has a sissy and humiliation fetish"

"OH MY GOD DO NOT SEND HER THAT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!!"

At this point I was falling over giggling. This was really fun. The terror and panic on Penelope's face was nothing short of delightful. The regret washing over her was thick like honey. Messy but sweet. Of course, I sent the text. She didn't have control anymore at this point. Penelope was just along for the ride now. Her clitty was getting hard finally and she snuck two fingers down her panties to start rubbing at it again like a good sissy bitch. It pressed hard against her lace panties and she started to moan.

"Mistress, You realize you pretty much just ruined my life."

"You're being pessimistic. Its bumming me out. Stop."

" I know I just can't believe I just... I mean you just did that. She's going to tell everyone."

"Not before you make cummies in your panties and lick them clean for me. You need to get to it. It will make you feel better."

Penelope started rubbing furiously at her clitty with her hips gliding up and down. She began to think about how good it would feel to have a cock burried deep inside her as if it would some how erase all the regret she was feeling and make her situation palatable.

"You look like you need some help Penelope. I know its been a big night so I think it would make me a good friend if I were to help you out, wouldnt it?"

I walked to my closet and grabbed my strap on. Penelope sighed in relief. She always knew she was a little beta sissy bitch and loved when I took control of her and forced her to accept her reality. I stepped into my harness and looked at her and smiled. I bent her over on her knees, pulled her panties to the side, and spat right on her tight little pussy. She knew to keep it pristine and fresh for me whenever she came over. She lovingly called it her princess because thats what the little old lady at the salon called it when I would take her to get waxed. "Here honey look at your princess! Its so nice!" Penelope would blush and I would laugh. I loved how excited that old woman got at the sight of Penelope's princess. She took pride in her work and I thought it was cute.

By now her princess was begging for my cock. Penelope I think was still a bit in shock and rubbing away at her clitty waiting patiently like a good girl. I had heard enough of her fussing for the evening and didn't want her to beg. I wanted her to reflect on this moment. To stop and think about who she really was and what she really needed in her life. It wasn't Steph. It wasn't yucky boy clothes and watching porn for the sake of looking at big fake tits. It was Alpha men with throbbing hard cocks and watching porn for the sake of wishing she had big fake tits like the porn stars. She knew that this moment was profound. And as she reflected, I began to press my sparkly purple cock into her pussy. She let out a moan and immediately I went to pumping my cock in and out of her deep and hard.

I told her she was my good little slut and that I'd take care of her always. She was free now. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock and it became difficult to pump inside of her. Slowing down she let out a deep sigh of relief and filled her panties with days worth of cum. Immediately she sat up and pulled down her panties and knelt before me. Not saying a word she took them in her hands and began to lick at them. Lapping at them like a kitten licking its wounds tenderly. She loved the taste of cum and knew right then and there she was addicted and had no intentions of reform.