Daddy's Sissy Staircase Ch. 03

This is part 3 of a 3-part series, to understand better, go back and read parts 1 and 2. Thanks for everyone's comments, this has been my first story here at Literotica, and I have ideas for many more. Please feel free to contact me with ideas for future submissive sissy slut stories!

My visits to Daddy now typically involve more time than just during the visit, there is 'preparation'. I can tell you about a few examples here. The first, I guess, is exploring more about my sissy life on the internet. Of course, I spend a fair amount of time on the internet doing, should I call it 'research'? The first was exploring all things sissy-related on the internet. My favorite, for a long, long time has been reading erotic stories.

I am here a lot, at Literotica, have been for years and years. I always like to read about guys being forced, usually by some sort of blackmail or threat of being outed, into becoming a crossdressing sissy slut. Some of my very favorites in this area include shy, submissive young men being feminized by their mothers or aunts. Following in that same area are cuckold stories, of beta guys either encouraging their partners to become hot wives, or husband's secret fetishes being discovered by their wife, and the wife takes complete control, insists on hubby being a full-time sissy, and then recruits a bull to service her - or them! - on a regular basis.

These stories led to other discoveries, sissy social sites, sites with chat rooms, sites with 'resources for sissies', things like guides for dressing, makeup, walking in heels, tightening your corset on your own, etc.

It was only then that I discovered sissy hypnosis.

These come in all forms, audio, video, stories, live (phone) sessions with hypnotrixes (I've never done this, but know it's out there!). I have to say, getting involved in this genre has been a transformative event in my descent into sissyhood, in a wonderful way. I have been fortunate, I have been strong and been able go partition my life into segments: my straight, working guy life and a straight home life vs. my sissy life, that I really only get to express now either in person with Daddy, or when I'm online reading or very occasionally, chatting online with other sissies or admirers. I rarely go a day without viewing a video or two at the sissy fetish site, Hypnotube.

My own version of phone sex usually just involves me edging, but not cumming. I like making the person on the other side of the chat cum, hopefully, powerfully! Typically, when I'm online with a guy, I like to tell them about my fwb life with my Daddy. I tell them all the things - the dressup, the cocksucking, the cumming for Daddy at the end - when I am chatting with other sissies online, they are SO jealous of our relationship! One time, a sissy I was chatting with texted 'I'd pay a million bucks to have a Daddy like yours'.

I would venture a guess that I have more sexy and slutty things to wear than 99.8% of all adult women out there in the world. Nowadays, when browsing an internet store specializing in sexy lingerie, I realize that my things hanging up in Daddy's sissy dressing room are sexier and sluttier than most of their sexiest things!

I have now gone through many different sissy hypno programs; audio and video. I continue to enjoy revisiting the 'Bambi Sleep' series, I enjoy the 'Queue Balls' hypnos, feminization programs posted by Jamie Delaney, and also Nina Temptress. My own preference, I mostly enjoy female narrations, and I LOVE both the British accent and the machine-driven futuristic accents. The various hypnosis audios that I listen to have put several triggers into my head.

I think the most powerful one now is simply the word 'cocksucker'. This trigger has been installed in my head by an hour-long audio that I still listen to occasionally. The audio itself is delicious: a woman with a very sexy formal accent speaks to me, with barely perceptible background conversation and soothing music. I can drive during when listening, but the best is to be home and listen with headphones while sitting back comfortably with my eyes closed. Near the end of the audio, a scenario is presented where I am naked on my knees, surrounded by a group of naked men that have been hypnotized to get blow jobs from and fuck a nasty, crossdressed slut. She clarifies the scene: "You are the slut."

Then, after describing some of what happens in this scene, and the delightful feel of having a hard cock in both my mouth and ass, I'm instructed to connect the word 'cocksucker' with that delicious feeling of having my tongue on a cock and a second pumping in and out of my ass. I know I've made that connection in my mind: when I'm with Daddy, and sucking on his hard, beautiful penis, and he calls me a cocksucker, my mind sort of blanks out a bit, and even if I was fatigued for having worked on his cock for a long time, I get re-energized, experience a really pleasant blank buzz in my mind, and work harder on sucking, licking, and kissing Daddy's delicious gland. There are some others triggers that I respond to as well, and they have implanted other triggers in my mind, that if Daddy chose to use them, could probably entice me to worship his whole body for hours longer than the sessions we normally get to experience.

Another activity added on in recent years I experience with Daddy is rimming - the tonguing, licking, and kissing and worship of his anus. For many years, we didn't go there at all, and then I think there was a period of a year or two, when Daddy would ask me if I wanted to do that, and I would always decline. Then, after seeing sissies rimming guys in sissy hypnosis videos, I thought to myself that maybe one time on a visit, when Daddy would ask about it, I would agree and bury my face into his ass cheeks. This ass licking has now become one of our most exciting activities, and honestly, when I think about servicing Daddy, sucking and worshipping his cock, pleasuring of his balls, and the ass licking, it runs a very close tie for first with being a cocksucker.

My favorite position is sitting on the floor, Daddy straddles my thighs, presenting his butt cheeks to my face, and leans back into me. I dive in with my desperately wanting tongue. I think I mentioned in Chapter 1, this is when I try to lift up my hips into the air, to make my rock-hard clittie move closer to Daddy, a silent request for him to pull some sissy leakage off the tip of my clittie, or maybe get him to use his crop on it.

In one of the sissy videos I watch once in a while, there is a beautiful blonde who is licking her Daddy's asshole and also running her wet finger up and down his crack - she looks up and sighs with the most beautiful dreamy look on her face. So erotic... I can explain exactly why this is an incredibly pleasurable activity for me: first, I know I am pleasing Daddy because I hear him moaning with pleasure while I lap and kiss away. Second, because he is receiving an intensely sensual and sensitive feeling, he'll often be ready to cum, to shoot (another) load into my mouth after rimming him for a while. Third, the knowledge that I am doing an incredibly taboo action, putting my tongue into another person's asshole, gives me rushes of humiliation and pleasure through my whole body that of course, wind up shooting into my clittie, making it hotter and harder than ever.

Daddy keeps himself so, so clean, that there is never an issue about me touching or tasting something nasty back there. I just close my eyes when I do it, drop off into a slight trance, and lap away in what has become a shared pleasure. I move from tonguing the edges of his rosebud, sticking my tongue out as far as I can and licking his crack, up and down, long and wet licks, and then kissing his ass cheeks. The humiliating effect on me while doing this is a part of the experience. We can arrange ourselves in one particular position with Daddy on the couch, thighs spread and lifted up, where we can make eye contact while I lap away at Daddy's rosebud. How humiliating, to have a dominant man look you in the eye while you are lapping at his anus...

It's been really amazing if you think about it, my visits to Daddy have been happening for years and years. This coming winter, the 'winter of Covid', we will celebrate our ten-year anniversary. As I've been describing, from my very first visit, to today, Daddy does things to me that drive me crazy with cock lust. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to tongue his balls, to have all of him in my mouth at one time. To roll and swish my tongue on his round spheres. To jam my mouth full with both balls and cock - that delicious feeling of being choked to fullness with all of him in my mouth, to try to get my tongue onto the sensitive under portion of his penis while I try to keep myself from gagging from having so much of his flesh stuffed into my mouth. But like I just mentioned, I've also grown to love having my tongue penetrating Daddy, as far as possible into his anus. To be his ask kisser, ass licker. To flick my tongue around that super-sensitive area, making him moan and trying to get him to turn around abruptly and cum into my mouth, a fourth, fifth or sixth time during my visit. Mmmmmmmm.

What else could we possibly do to make things more exciting? One of the things I have enjoyed doing is to draw out the anticipation of a visit. Somewhere along the way, I started a practice of sometimes stopping at the supermarket before a visit, to buy a bottle wine as a gift to bring Daddy. In my mind, it is a bit of self-humiliation - I'm buying a gift for a man, a thank you gift for 'allowing me to suck his cock' gift. I know there's always a possibility of running into someone I know in the store, even though I go to the store in Daddy's hometown, not mine. What would they ask, seeing me walking to the cashier with Daddy's bottle of wine, 30 miles from home?

I also have gotten into the practice of occasionally going to a thrift store, to shop for clothing or accessories to add to my girlie stash in Daddy's dressing bedroom. I like to browse the jewelry in the big glass counter, and have the clerk pull out various racks of necklaces and bracelets. I sometimes will say to the clerk that I'm buying them for my nieces to play dress up. I wonder if any of them even have a thought in their mind that I might even put on the jewelry in car on the drive from the store to Daddy's? One time, I had a nice necklace on in the car, and running ahead of time, I decide to stop into the cosmetic department at Walmart to restock some of my makeup items. I was wearing an oxford shirt, and just decided to slip the necklace under my shirt and wore it into the store. It was nearly unnoticeable, but if I got very close to someone, and they looked at my neckline, they might see I was wearing pearls. How girly, what a sissy.

I have brought this up to Daddy, but we've never acted it out, having the both of us, in our street guy clothes, go to a department store and have me shop for sissy things, like panties, brassieres, or camisoles. Then, we would rendezvous at the cashier line, and he would observe me interact with the cashier as she held up each item to find the scan tag to ring up the items. Once, I was shopping alone in a store like this and the checkout clerk picked up the item, looked at me and smiled "oooh, this is really nice!" and winked at me.

Finally, I have to mention that I've been stopping now and then at the arts and craft stores, too, to pick up pink and red ribbons, to use as apparel complements to my slutty outfits. Also, I've found some very cool rhinestone sort of ribbons. I use these for anything ranging to belts, anklets, garters, and little bitty rings and bow ties to put on my clittie. I really enjoy walking out to Daddy with a petite bow tie, on the tip of my clittie, and stand there in front of him, and pull on a loose end and untie it, to review my large, hard, warm, swollen clittie, already drooling with my sissy precum. I've also found these craft stores are a good place to pick up an inexpensive boa.

Speaking of slutty garb, I guess another level of excitement, another step up (is it a step up, or a step down, further down into the rabbit hole of sissyness?) was after ordering together, some super sexy, super slutty cupless, crotchless lingerie.

There was one particular time, one specific outfit I wore for the very first time, I remember back fondly still to today. This was a white lacey, cupless, crotchless, backless teddy, with little bits of baby blue trim. It really is only a skimpy cupless front panel, with a string halter tie behind the neck, holding it up, and a string waistband and string thong back, which hold the panel down to the open crotchless panel. Maybe not even two square feet of fabric. I put that on, with a pair of stay-up white stockings, heels, and my makeup and wig. And oh yes, a few of my favorite necklaces. Walking out to Daddy, my clittie was SO hard, it felt like a heavy metal flashlight with two D batteries in it!

"I feel SO exposed!"

After I confessed that to Daddy, I sucked on his cock extra hard for long, long time, feeling SO sexy, SO slutty. I guess the point is, since then, there is never any pretense about trying to dress like you might expect to see a sexy woman dressed. I am a slut, a total slut. My outfits are garish, and expose my bare nipples, my smooth, tanned ass cheeks, and my clittie and balls. And of course, as I've mentioned before, I now have that elastic strap underneath my jewels, holding them erect and proud, to show off to Daddy how hard I get while servicing him.

As I've been describing previously, these visits have developed over the years into being some of the most sexually-charged times I've ever experienced in my life. My clittie is stirring, now, in my shorts, even just thinking about it and putting words on paper. Another example is something that has been added to our get togethers just in the past year or two: drinking Daddy's 'Golden Nectar'. Honestly, I'm not sure if we started this at Daddy's or my request. I just knew that it was one more thing, one more level down into my sissy rabbit hole, that I could take. I think I got curious and interested to start doing this, after seeing some examples of this on sissy hypno videos.

The sissy porn that I watch related to golden activities, like drinking it and showers, are incredible. To me, there is something SO powerful in watching a slut with a penis in her mouth, unable to talk, with pleading, watering eyes, looking up to Daddy, you can almost hear her "How much urine can this man possibly deposit into me?"

And the visuals of those sluts with a funnel in their mouth, again, eyes wide open watching as their Daddy fills the funnel with more and more of his golden essence. The inability to talk, the knowledge that if it doesn't all get drank down, that it will spill down sissy's chin and onto her chest, legs, and floor. The total power exchange knowing that sissy is voluntarily drinking down Daddy's liquid waste, keeping constant eye contact to ensure that Daddy is being well-entertained by this totally humiliating act.

It was after the fist time I tasted Daddy's nectar, every visit since, there is a gift waiting for me in my dressing room - a short tumbler filled with Daddy's yellow cocktail - 'straight up'. I look at it and smile, it's the first thing I do when I get to my dressing room, is pick up and pop my sissy clittie pills into my mouth, and then swallow them down with that tumbler full of 'Daddy Nectar'. I look forward to that slightly salty, musky taste. Sometimes it is still warm from Daddy's own body heat.

And by the way, this brings up another thing we do differently in the past year or so - related to my arrival. This started with one of my visits, when I unexpectedly became available an hour earlier than we had planned - I emailed Daddy: "Hi Daddy, if you want, I can start sucking your cock and licking ALL your private parts an hour sooner - I had a meeting just cancelled."

Well, an offer like that is always nice to receive, and Daddy responded right back "Yes, come sooner, but I will be in the shower getting ready for you, so I'll leave the front door unlocked and cracked open, and you can let yourself in."

What this did was unintentional, but added another aspect, another dynamic, making my entry into Daddy's house a clandestine one, unseen by Daddy, so his first view of me is when I walk out of my dressing room and into the living room where we always get started. I think we both like that, and we have been doing it ever since.

It makes me smile, I let myself into his house, shut the door and set the deadbolt, and I know it will be a be a safe and private afternoon, between the two of us, both us wanting the same thing, Daddy: to be serviced, to watch me be a total slut for him, to have him see me be so excited and watch me passionately worship his cock, to have him feel me probe his sensitive anus with my tongue.

For me? I am so delighted to be able to satisfy my fetish to dress up like a sissy slut, to do things that humiliate me, to do nasty things to pleasure my Daddy, to have my tongue on his most sensitive places, taboo places. To know that after I am done pleasing him, that I will be expected to perform for him, to squirt my own sissy juices as he watches, and to know that often, I will lap up those juices to mingle with the part of Daddy that is already inside of me, his precious milky essence, and his golden nectar.

So this is where we we've been, Daddy and I, and where we are now. I hope you've enjoyed reading about my trip down Daddy's Sissy Staircase. I've loved - we've loved every step along the way!