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Renting the Sissy to our Friends

“Amelia” is hired out to our drunk, raunchy friends for their own kinky amusement.

This story is a ‘prequel’ of sorts to my story ‘Buying the Sissy a Fufu Clip’.

“”” One of the most delicious experiences we’d ever had with our Sissy (formerly Billy, now Amelia) was her first real outing as our slave girl. We were perhaps a month or so into our contract, some months before we learned of the FuFu Clip, as per my last story. At this stage, Amelia was still fairly new to her new life. We’d taken things fairly slowly at first, to make sure we had time to iron out creases and wrinkles in our new lifestyle. The routine had settled in. Amelia was locked in a sissy-pink CB-6000 most of the time. She was let out once every week for a cleanup and locked back up immediately (after making her beg for it)!

I think we’d allowed her relief once, maybe twice, on the condition that she swallowed it all herself. Which she did, begrudgingly at first, but trust me, she craves it these days. Whether that’s due to the humiliation aspect, or because it’s now part-and-parcel with being released, I’m not sure, but I do love to watch. Anyway, back to the purpose of the story: Amelia’s first real outing.

She’d been to the grocery store a few times, fully feminized, in chastity, panties, padded bra, makeup, and so on, and if you could forgive her broad shoulders, you’d not know it was a sissy femboy slave (though we always loved it when someone realized). A friend of Megan and I had mentioned she was doing a girl’s night in but hated the idea of having to cater and clean. So of course.

“I know someone that’ll help, and for free!” My friend, Charlotte (or Charlie, as she preferred) had no idea about Amelia, but she knew Billy. Though suspiciously, Charlie had not seen Billy for a few months now.

“Zara, where are you going to get free help for catering and cleaning?” Charlie asked.

“Trust me, you just tell me what you need, and I’ll handle the rest.” I said, and I remember grinning so wildly.

Charlie sent me a list of things, food, beverages and expected activities. As well as a guest list. There were about seven girls going, (myself and Amelia included). Sadly, Megan was out of town for work.

Charlie, a bit of a worrywart with some really beautiful strawberry-blonde hair. Sarah, the group’s fitness queen (she had an incredible body). Piper, the resident alt-girl and a very ‘fuck the patriarchy’ type person (who I just knew would get a kick out of seeing Billy as Amelia). Ruby was our bubbly redhead, and hilariously, Billy’s first girlfriend. Finally, Gabs, who was forever torn between being our no-nonsense tough-gal, and the class clown. She’d never met Billy though.

I came home the day after planning with Charlie to tell our Sissy the news. When I arrived home, she was in a white blouse, no panties, a mini skirt (which exposed the tip of her caged cock), feminine makeup, of course, a wig and high heels. Megan must have dressed her. She was kneeling at the door, and immediately kissed my feet before removing my shoes and socks.

“Welcome home Mistress Zara,” she bowed.

“Thank you, slave.” I smirked. I did enjoy being greeted this way. “I have good news for you, but first I need to get changed. It is so hot out there.”

“Of course, Mistress,” she whimpered in her still not-quite-perfect almost-feminine voice.

“While I do that, suck the sweat from my socks and sniff the stench from my shoes. I can tell they are foul today.” It felt like a core memory, that. I remember distinctly seeing a long, excited droplet of fluid leak from beneath my sissy’s skirt. She knelt on the ground, taking my sweaty, damp socks to her nose, and inhaled my funk deeply.

“There’s a good girl,” I stroked her hair, “Sniff my stinky foot sweat, like the good slut you are,”

“Yes Mistress,” she whimpered in delight, leaking a bit more. I watched for a while, not because I didn’t trust her to complete her task — she knew how harsh my punishments could be. But because I just adore watching someone so hopelessly captivated by me. Someone who is so desperate to please, and be pleased, that the horrendous fumes of my rancid, sweaty socks bring them to wince as their cage tightens out of excitement.

I lingered as she began to ring the sweat from the fabric into her mouth.

“Hold.” I commanded, helping her extract every droplet of my bitter, funky foot sweat into her mouth. “Swish it.” She complied.

“Swallow. Don’t forget about my shoes, slut.” I left to shower just as she began huffing the fumes and moaning pathetically.

After my shower, I pantie-hooded her with my sweaty boy-shorts, ass side-to-nose of course. I knew I could get pretty musky down there, and I wanted her to suffer the side effects of that. She did so, happily.

“You know Charlie?” I asked. “She’s organized a girl’s night in. I’ve volunteered you to be their waitress and maid.” I could see Amelia’s worried expression, but she’d willingly signed the contract to become our sissy slave, so she had no choice but to thank me for it.

“You’ll bring us all food and drinks and obey every single woman there without question. I will not tell them explicitly that you were once Billy, but if they figure it out, I will not be hiding it further.”

“Yes Mistress,” she whimpered, inhaling another hypnotic waft of my sweaty ass. “Who- who will be there?” I could tell she was nervous about the partygoers. ‘Were they anyone she once knew?’, or something along those lines. So, I showed him the list and watched her heart sink when he read Ruby’s name. Amelia took it in her stride, and even helped me pick out her outfit for the occasion. Megan and I had been recently experimenting with latex, and lockable clothing for our sissy. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.

The day came, and we spent a few hours perfecting my sissy. Freshly shaved body, balls blue and desperate, cage tight and humiliating. We started with a long, straight brunette wig, glued onto his scalp. A choker, with a metal heart shape at the front, (because she looked so good with a choker), and then, we mounted one of our newer toys upon her chest. A pair of realistic double-D silicone breasts. Pair that with a corset that was zipped and padlocked shut, and Amelia was looking as feminine as I’d ever seen her. I remember wishing her cage was smaller, to really perfect the look, but if you’ve read my other story, you know that happens later.

She whimpered as the corset was fully tightened. It cupped her new breasts so perfectly. I decided against panties, because I adored the idea that she might bend over, and Ruby might see something peeking out from below Amelia’s skirt. Frankly, that aroused me (and Amelia) extensively. Garter belt, with straps that pad-locked into the base of the corset, and subsequently, more straps that locked into specially made fishnet stockings. And, you guessed it, 6-inch stilettos which also locked shut. I forced Amelia to try and escape her super slutty outfit, but the locks held her within. She was stuck like this until I decided otherwise, and she looked so good that there was a distinct non-zero chance that she’d stay like this for at least a month.

Finally, the pièce de résistance, a latex maid’s dress, a little too short at the thigh. I zipped it up, straining to fit it around her buxom breasts (which still showed quite a lot of cleavage out of the dress), and padlocked the zipper into two metal loops in the neck of the outfit. One on either side of the zip. Finally, makeup, complete with a thorough plucking of eyebrow, nose and chin hair, and she looked fantastic.

Amelia turned to me, and I could tell just how excited she was by yet another trail of arousal dripping from her skirt. Her heart was racing so hard I could basically see it bursting through the latex maid’s uniform. The final touch was a butt plug, of course, and my sissy was ready for her big debut. I stared at her, amazed, and sent some photos to Megan.

“Oh my god.” replied Megan via text. “I will never forgive work for making me miss this.” I laughed and sent a few more photos.

“She is not allowed out of that outfit until I am home.” The sissy was less thrilled by that but pretended to be. Failure to do so ensured that I hit the treadmill for an hour, and her tongue cleaned the bitter sweaty aftermath out of every nook and crevice.

So, onto the party. When I arrived, all the girls were already there, as I had hoped. In tow, led by leash was Amelia. Reactions were varied. I think Ruby perhaps recognized Billy, underneath all that latex and makeup, but kept it to herself. Gab was a little perplexed, unsure what to think of everyone else’s reactions. Sarah gasped, Piper grinned, and Charlie pulled me aside immediately.

“Is that who I think it is?!”

“Don’t worry,” I smirked, “She asked Megan and I to do this to her. She signed a contract and everything.”

“No way.” she gawked. “I could tell he was into some interesting things. But I did not expect this. So, like, what’s the deal?”

“Billy — Amelia, is our sissy slave. She has orders to obey every single one of you, and the only restrictions are the hard-nos described in the contract. But I suspect things will not get that far tonight.”

“Gosh,” Charlie blushed. “So, like what? Foot rubs? And table service?”

“You could make her lick the sweat out of your asshole if you wanted. She’d gladly oblige.” Charlie blushed more. Our attention was stolen by an ecstatic shriek, which set the other girls aflame with excitement.

“Oh my god! Billy!? Is that you?” came Ruby’s voice. Amelia looked at me for guidance, and I nodded.

In her best attempt at a female voice, she replied. “Yes, Ruby. It’s me. I’m Amelia now.”

“So, like, are you transitioning?”

“No, I’ve been forced feminized, but I’m still a man. I’m a sissy-slave.” she admitted, blushing like mad.

“For Zara? No way.” I stepped in to rescue Amelia, or perhaps throw her into the fire.

“Okay, you all figured that out way faster than I expected. Here’s the deal.” I tugged on Amelia’s leash, and she instinctively knelt at my feet. I sat on her back, utilizing the sissy as my throne. “You might know her as Billy, but she is Amelia now. She is mine and Megan’s sissy slave. She loves being humiliated, feminized, and put in her place. Tonight, however, she is everyone’s slave. Amelia cannot refuse you, unless your request is against our contract. She will let you know — so be depraved, be foul, make Amelia suffer delightfully. Oh, and you might like to see this-”

I recall all the shocked and amazed expressions on their faces as I forced Amelia to show off her cock cage. Piper especially became notably excited, even so much as requesting that ‘all men need to be locked in things like that’, which, whilst extreme, does have a certain logical appeal. So, if you are reading this and haven’t locked yourself up. What are you waiting for? Worship and obey all the women in your life.

Once the initial shock wore off, the night began as expected. Amelia brought food and drinks from the kitchen, sometimes crawling, sometimes with a waiting tray, depending on the requests of the girls about her. I just enjoyed the night, watching them all have their wicked way with him.

First came a healthy dose of foot worship. My idea, I wanted to get the party started. Massages, initially. Not a single one of them could refuse a foot rub. Fifteen minutes per woman, starting with hands allowed, but then, only mouth and nose. Gabs seemed really into it, a fellow enjoyer of having one’s feet worshiped. She’d made a bit of a fuss earlier, perhaps intentionally, about how rank her feet get. “Room clearing funk.” she described it as. She wasn’t wrong. I could smell her feet from across the living room, but far less so once my slave was tasked with inhaling every iota of the stench. I watched Amelia’s face sour as the first, tangy notes of Gab’s foot funk flooded her senses. I, on my worst, sweatiest days, had not seen such a reaction from Amelia. It was a delight to behold.

Even Charlie, easily the most timid of the group, was getting her rocks off with her stinky toes shoved down his throat. After her massage, she ran up to her room, and grabbed the gnarliest, stinkiest pair of sneakers I had ever seen, and still, have ever seen. Amelia looked like she was about to explode, and her apparent enjoyment of the evening became much more apparent once Charlie’s sneaker had been tied to his face, with his nose and mouth inside. Amelia was made to keep serving us with Charlie’s shoe on her face.

She brought us another round of drinks, some food, and cleaned the kitchen in her wake. I was proud of the obedient sissy slut I had turned that man into.

“Go on! Make him do it!” Piper egged Sarah on.

“Should I?” Sarah asked.

“Yes!” Everyone cheered.

“Oh alright!” she laughed, jumping off the couch and sitting squat on the edge of it. “Oh Amelia?”

“Yes Sarah?” I immediately saw where this was going. Sarah had an absolutely amazing ass. She worked on it more than most people worked on their 9-to-5s. Perfectly peach shaped, accentuated by a pair of, no-doubt, sweaty nylon tights.

“Kiss my ass. And do not stop until I say otherwise!”

“And sniff it too!” Gabs laughed, plugging her nose and waving her hand in front of it.

“Yeah, do that too, get your nose deep in my crack. But you’re lucky I showered before I came over.”

Amelia crawled over to Sarah, and I took pleasure in watching her caged manhood bounce as she did. It left a slick trail of dribblings as she went. There was no hesitation, Amelia immediately stuffed her nose in as deep as Sarah’s nylon would let her. I could hear her sniffing from here. She gagged at first, perhaps noting that Sarah had not washed all the sweat from her ass but persisted. The girls laughed, offering their asses next, and I knew Amelia would see to each and every one of them. She showered Sarah’s backside in long, slow, wet kisses, as though trying to suck the booty sweat from the taut fabric. Sarah was in hysterics, laughing too hard to command Amelia to stop, even if she wanted to.

Amelia continued to kiss and sniff Sarah’s perfect, but stinky ass for what felt like an eternity, and I was turning pink from laughter. Finally, just as Sarah ended Amelia’s torment, Piper wanted a slice. She seemed to be taking out her misandry on my sissy, which was delicious to behold. Piper hitched her skirt up, showing off her bare ass (save for panties) and made my slave perform much of what she’d just done to Sarah, on her own backside. Piper was lustful, she loved it, and even suggested renting Amelia off me, which I was okay with, but I had to confirm it with Megan. Which reminded me to film some of the ordeal. I started recording on my phone just as Piper pulled her panties aside, to gasps and gawks from the other girls. Amelia’s tongue, nose, and lips were now alternating between orally worshiping Piper’s asshole, or burying themselves as deep as they could go. Once Piper was done, she spat in his mouth, then again on his face, and slapped him. Amelia really enjoyed that, so I kept a mental note of it.

I was most keen to see what Ruby was going to do, as I know, out of anyone here, Billy and she were the closest, even after the breakup. I wondered if they’d done anything about Billy’s kinks when they were dating. Maybe she was the reason he had them?

Ruby did not disappoint. She removed her tights entirely, and as though reading from my own copy of How to Own a Sissy Slut, she tied Amelia’s face into her bare, naked ass for almost an hour. She sat and ate, drank, laughed, and even danced like a strange blend between a centaur and The Human Centipede. By the time he was released from her backside, he was saturated in ass sweat, and looked as though sweat was far from the only thing he’d been forced to sniff. We, at this point, were really hammered.

Following that, Amelia was used as a human couch whilst we real girls all chatted about whatever. We took turns mounting his face or rubbing our nethers on his skirt-covered cage. I genuinely wondered if Amelia was going to have a sissy-gasm, she was so impossibly aroused.

Ruby noticed the padlocks on Amelia’s uniform, which turned into a full group discussion about what a convincing sissy she made. That, of course, led to scrutinizing her cage. Piper held it in one hand, like an apple, inspecting the device, and its effects on a male. She was so fascinated by it, and I know for a fact that night was a bit of an awakening for her, Sarah and Ruby too, to a lesser extent.

“Can they go smaller?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yeah,” I smirked. “Next size in the CBs is only 3-inch, but other styles can basically shrink a cock into the body.”

“You are joking.” Charlie covered her mouth in shock.

“Some are flat, so it’s just the balls! Others allow for growth, but no touching. It depends on what you want. But no matter which one, I swear, it makes guys so submissive. You could put any man, no matter how big, or confident, in one of these, and in twenty-four hours, he’s willing to do anything for release.”

Much of the remainder of that night was a blur. Amelia provided many glasses of wine and cocktails. I have fragments of memory. Using my sissy as a footstool, Sarah trying to make Amelia climax with a vibrator (it didn’t work sadly), more ass worship. I think Piper passed out on the couch with Amelia’s face tied up her ass again, with implicit instructions to ‘never stop worshiping my asshole!’ and something about how the nastiest parts of her were a ‘billion times better than any man!’. I left them there, it wasn’t the first time Amelia had been forced to sleep with her face in a sweaty ass crack, and it certainly wasn’t the last.

Amelia thanked me profusely the day after for the experience, so I know she enjoyed it. Megan finally let Amelia out of her latex outfit a few days later, after pegging the hell out of her, of course. This was the first of many, many times we rented Amelia out to others. It got to the point where we’d send her out on her own, (with a copy of the contract), to service our friends whilst we stayed home. I’ll share those stories, and plenty more, one day. “””

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