Gina's Adventures with a Sissy Slut

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or passed, is coincidental.

It was a summer weekend in Phoenix, and Gina's feet were dangling in the pool with the sun beating down on her. She was rubbing suntan lotion on her shoulders and arms, while immersed in a conversation about erotic humiliation with her friends, Raven and Laura. It was their monthly gathering of lifestyle friends at Laura and Kyle's house, and today was a special day. It was Patsy's birthday. Gina had quite the surprise in store for her pet, but she wanted to wait until they were alone together before she explained what she had in mind.

Patsy was bringing out another two pitchers of margaritas for everyone. She was in full sissy service sub mode, as instructed by her Mistress. It had been over a year since Mistress Gina had first started locking her in a cock cage, and today's birthday party was no exception. She was excited to celebrate with her new lifestyle friends, and could hardly contain herself from wiggling her bottom, wrapped in a colorful summer dress.

Calypso music played in the background, overlaid with lively conversations and bursts of laughter shared amongst the friends.

The doorbell rang, and moments later the patio door slid open. Sam, a good-looking black man, well-muscled, in a half buttoned up shirt and swim trunks, walked onto the patio confidently. Sam was well-known in the swinger's lifestyle and was good friends with, and occasional Bull and lover for, Laura and Ava. As he waves to everyone, a second man walks onto the patio behind him; he was well-built, with smooth cocoa skin, long locks and extremely handsome.

Sam began making the rounds to introduce his friend to everyone. They approached the gorgeous women sitting poolside. Sam introduced Adam as someone who was interested in learning about the lifestyle as a Bull. Laura immediately began flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, and pouting her full lips, flirting in her sexy, coy way with both men. Of course, Gina had met Sam once before at Ava's wedding, and she expressed her delight in seeing him again.

"Gina, I'd like you to meet Adam. I have a feeling you two just might get along well." Looking up from the pool deck, Gina turned her face towards Adam, and felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of them. She felt the attraction sizzling between them right away, but wasn't sure what the source of it was. She'd met attractive men before, so it wasn't solely about his chiseled jaw or pretty green eyes. Furthermore, she could tell he felt the same electricity as he held onto her hand longer than necessary for a handshake. It wasn't until Sam cleared his throat that the spell was broken, and Sam brought Adam over to the grill to meet the other guests.

Once they'd left, Laura was quick to call Gina out. "What was that, Gina? Since when have you been interested in black men? What is it...now that you have your own sissy sub, you think you're Queen of Spades material? Who's your cuck? Patsy?"

A flush crept up Gina's neck, as a frown pulled at her mouth. "Hold your damn horses there, Laura. What the hell is up with you throwing so much attitude my way, suddenly? That's not only way out of line, but it is way out of character for you."

Heaving a sigh, Laura agreed, "Gina, you're right, and I am sorry," Laura said sincerely. "I'm still feeling insecure in my looks after having Trinity. That isn't a "you" problem: It's a "me" problem."

Gina turned to look at Laura. She could tell Laura regretted what she'd said, "Okay, but please, don't make me your punching bag because you're feeling a little insecure in yourself. I'm going to grab another margarita." Gina walked towards the large patio table under brightly striped umbrellas, where Patsy reigned supreme, to refresh her drink.

"May I refill your drink, Mistress?" Patsy asked.

"Of course, Patsy." Gina says as she hands off her now empty glass to her.

"Mistress, what is it?" Patsy could tell she was tense by the way she was holding her shoulders and the slight frown on her lips. "You can tell your Patsy anything. I hope you realize that by now. I would do anything to ensure your happiness."

Gina puts her hand on Patsy's shoulder, giving her an affectionate squeeze, "I know you would, pet. It has nothing to do with you, I assure you. Laura bared her claws at me, in the verbal sense, and it kind of threw me, is all. It's very unlike her." Gina confides to her submissive.

Patsy puts salt around the rim of her Mistress' glass, and adds ice. "Let me guess, those claws showed themselves after those two handsome men appeared. Am I right?"

Gina looked over at the grill, where Kyle was cooking, and where all the men seemed to have gathered. She found her eyes snagged by those of Adam again.

It took Gina a few seconds to realize that Patsy had finished making her drink and was trying to hand it to her. "Mistress?"

"Yes, thank you, Patsy," Gina said as she turned back and reached for the drink.

Patsy pulled it back, which had her Mistress' eyebrows rise with a slight frown pulling at the corner of her mouth, "Patsy, not today. I'm not in the mood for games."

"Mistress, even I can feel the sexual tension that's between you and that delightfully delicious looking man over there," Patsy told her. "Why are you not over there flirting and driving him to distraction?"

"Patsy, that's exactly why. There's some kind of pull there between us. You and I need to have a real discussion if I mess with that man. I get the sense that it would be much more than a "hit it and done" kind of thing," Mistress Gina tells her.

"Mistress, please, go and talk to the man. I love to see you enjoying yourself. Flirt and have fun. See if there really is any substance there. Laura will sort herself out, you'll see. Plus, he's looked over here at least half a dozen times, hoping to catch your eye again. Go. I'll be right here holding down the margarita fort for everyone." Patsy insisted as she handed off her drink.

As Gina turned to go to speak with Adam, she saw that he was actually headed straight for her and Patsy.

"Hi, there. I heard there were the best margaritas west of the Mississippi here, is that true?" Adam asked.

"Well, sir, you are just going to have to judge for yourself. Let's get you set up, shall we?" Patsy said, while she salted the rim of a new glass for him, before adding ice and the drink mix with a slice of fresh lime.

"Mmm...sweet and tart. Perfect. My compliments to the bartender. A little birdie told me it was your birthday. Happy birthday! May I say that you are looking exceptionally lovely on your special day," he said with a dazzling smile to Patsy that had her fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Gina shook her head, chuckling, at her sissy's antics. "So, Adam, how do you know Sam?" She asked him.

"We played college football together and had kept in touch over the years, so he was the first person I reached out to when I moved from Houston." Adam explained.

"A transplant, then? How are you liking Phoenix?" Gina inquired.

"I have to say, I do appreciate the lower humidity than we had back home, but I do miss my family." Adam admitted.

"You and your family are close-knit, I take it? Do you have many brothers and sisters?" Gina was genuinely curious. As an only child, large families intrigued her.

"I have three older brothers, a younger sister and a whole slew of nieces and nephews. It gets a little crazy during the holidays, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Adam tells her with a fond smile.

"I'm an only child, so our holidays are really tame with just my parents and me, or maybe lame is the better word." Gina jokes.

"I couldn't imagine any gathering would be either lame or tame with you as a guest, Gina," Adam said with a flirtatious smile.

"Why, sir, whatever do you mean?" Gina threw back at him.

"I may have heard a story or two of your escapades from Sam." he confides.

"Ahhh! So, I'm fodder for the rumor mill? That's wonderful to know," said Gina with a laugh.

"Is it a rumor if it's true? No, I'd call it more of a celebration." Adam smoothly said.

Gina looks at him with her eyebrows raised, "Oh! You're good. I see what you did there, but I can't even be mad." She said, with mirth evident in her tone.

Adam placed his hand over his heart, "Why, miss, whatever do you mean?" He asked while trying his best to hold a straight face.

They both burst into laughter as he used her own turn of phrase back to her. Adam was pleased to see the gorgeous redhead relax into laughter. He had to admit, even if only to himself, Gina in a teal bikini was quite distracting. The color made her aqua color eyes and pale skin seem to glow. Not to mention her knockout figure that was being showcased to perfection in the swimsuit. He decided to go for broke and ask her out.

"Is there even a remote possibility you'd be interested in being a tour guide to this transplant? I'd enjoy spending more time with you, as well as learning more about the city."

Gina told him, "I'm not free to do so at the moment, but possibly in a week or two."

"That works for me, as I'm still unpacking," Adam admitted.

"Perfect," Gina said. "I'll give Sam a call when I'm available."

"I'll be looking forward to it," he tells her. "I don't wish to keep you from your friends, but I will, hopefully, have the opportunity to talk to you again soon."

"I'd like that," Gina says with a grin.

After the BBQ and pool party were over, and once everyone had sung happy birthday to Patsy with cake and ice cream, Gina was driving Patsy back to her apartment.

"I saw how Adam made you laugh, and it was such a delight to see. I hope you really will allow that man to take you out, Mistress," Patsy said.

"We will see, pet," was all Gina would say. "Like I said, you and I need to talk before I mess with that man, and I'd prefer not to have it while I'm driving. We'll have that discussion once I get you home."

"Yes, Mistress," Patsy replied.

Parking at Patsy's apartment building, Gina turned to look at her submissive, "You do realize how much I cherish our dynamic, don't you, pet?"

"Mistress! Of course, I do! I cherish what we have as well, and I want nothing but for you to be happy," Patsy insisted.

"I know, pet. That has never been in question." Gina told Patsy.

Patsy turned to her Mistress and asked if she'd like to come in for a while and talk.

"Yes, I'd like that," Gina agreed.

They made their way to Patsy's modern farmhouse style apartment and settled in on the couch to talk.

Gina took a deep breath and plunged right in, "All right, pet. I've been doing a lot of thinking on how I would like to see our dynamic evolve. I am not expecting an answer from you this evening. Take the rest of the week to think about everything I'm about to propose to you. Can you agree to that?"

"Yes, Mistress," Patsy agrees.

"Good girl. Currently, you are my sissy shoe submissive, and part-time maid, and you've done an amazing job thus far. However, it's been on my mind lately that I'd very much enjoy coming home to you each evening. I'd like for you to move in here with me and remain in chastity, but our relationship would be open and ethically non-monogamous. With conditions, of course." Gina explained to her pet.

Over the last year or so, Gina had come to prefer having Patsy around her. As Patsy had cared for Gina, Gina had begun to enjoy taking care of Patsy in return. And she wanted to explore the possibility of having an FLR type of dynamic with her that included chastity and, eventually, very strongly encouraged bisexuality for her sissy sub.

Patsy took her time to answer her Mistress. At the moment, her cock was straining against the cage, which made concentration a bit difficult. "Mistress, I am honored that you would even consider having me move in with you!"

Patsy was worried about being able to live up to what her Mistress was asking of her. Would she be locked up all the time? Would she be a lover for her Mistress? What would living with her Mistress entail?

"I am concerned about not being able to meet your expectations. Would you mind explaining more about the roles I'd be taking on for you and how you see me in them?" Patsy asked of her Mistress.

Gina could see by the way Patsy held her body that she was both nervous and excited about the prospect, which boosted Gina's own excitement higher.

"What I see is you taking care of me and our house. I'd like you to keep your apartment and sublet it out, at least for the first year. I see you locked in chastity, eventually 24/7. Your orgasms belong to me, while I will be free to take lovers as I choose. I see us both growing and learning what we would like to explore in regard to fetishes and kink play. I see us having a Female Led Relationship that supports us in ways that we can both freely evolve in and enjoy both individually, and as a couple." Gina explained to her pet.

"I'd like to be your lover, Mistress, but you've already said that I'm to remain in chastity. Are you saying there is no chance that I'll be physically intimate with you, then?"

Gina took Patsy's hand into hers as she explained, "There are other types of sex beyond that of simply penis in vagina. My using a strap-on, for instance. Having tease and denial sessions; perhaps allowing you to orgasm. Perhaps ruining your orgasm, or simply denying it all together." The audible "gulp" that was emitted by her sissy gave Gina a flutter within her loving, but sadistic, heart. "All possibilities lay ahead of us. I've also been thinking of us having a more open relationship. You would be free to be with others, with my prior approval. Anyone other than cis females, that is." She gave a pause to let Patsy soak in what was being offered to her. "So, that would mean males, other sissies, trans females, asexuals, or queers and again, only with my prior approval. We will both get to decide how we want this to look like and feel like for us. This only works if we're both committed to open and honest communication."

Patsy was speechless. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heartbeat quickened in her chest. She felt her cock cage grow even tighter, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She was overwhelmed with excitement, fear, desire, and... overwhelming love. She grasped for words, but none came. So she simply dropped to her knees in front of Mistress Gina, gazing up at her. Their eyes met, and Gina gave her an encouraging smile as she tucked Patsy's hair behind her ear. Patsy lowered her head, and planted sweet, tender kisses on both of her Mistress' feet.

When Patsy raised her head, she already had her answer prepared for Mistress Gina, but Gina put her fingertips across Patsy's lips and shook her head. "No. Don't answer me yet, pet. I want you to put some serious thought into what your hard limits are and what your soft limits are. Please, take this week and look over the BDSM checklist that I will email to you. I know we went over it a year or so ago, but things have grown and changed since then. I want you to mark each question with a yes, no, or curious about. Will you do that for me? I'll also be doing the same. We can meet at my place on Friday evening and go over everything together. Agreed?"

"You've given me much to think about, Mistress. I'll go over the checklist, and I'll see you at your condo on Friday," Patsy stated as Gina stood up and got ready to go.

Smiling at her pet, Gina answered, "I'd like that very much. Happy birthday, Patsy. I hope you have had a great day. The rest of your birthday present should be here before Friday. I'll see you then." She gave Patsy a kiss to the forehead before heading back to her condo.

The following Friday, Patsy was standing in the entryway of her Mistress' condo; her body tightly bound in a formfitting bubblegum pink latex mini dress with a frilly latex apron wrapped around her waist. She had a latex maid's hat pinned to her pink ombre wig, and white fishnet hose encased her smooth legs. Finally, her feet were strapped into an arching pair of bright pink high-heeled "fuck me" shoes.

Patsy had a real love/hate relationship with latex. She loved the way it looked and felt hugging her body, but hated that it gave away when she was the slightest bit nervous or fidgety, with its squeaks at her every movement.

Tonight happened to be one of those nights where her nerves were close to the surface. It happened to be the night that she would be promising herself to her Mistress. Her eyes flicked to the entryway table with her BDSM checklist that she'd filled out for her Mistress.

She was still intimidated by the thought of being in chastity. She understood that not all sex included penis in vagina (piv) sex. There were times that she had shared with her Mistress that were more intimate and vulnerable than any intercourse she'd had in previous "vanilla" relationships. She just wasn't sure about the finality of being locked away 24/7. The thought of it excited her in a way she'd not thought possible, on the one hand, and made her feel slightly nauseous on the other.

The thought of her Mistress having sex with other men was enough to drop her to her knees in submission, but also filled her heart with a deep, dreadful yearning. She loved her Mistress in ways that she hadn't thought possible. She felt she would literally do almost anything to see her Mistress smile. Still, the thought of being locked away indefinitely was more than just a little intimidating.

She may be embracing her feminine side and living full-time as a sissy for now, but that could change over time. She was beginning to understand how gender was on a spectrum. That it could be fluid and in flux, rather than fixed and rigid. She was confident her Mistress would understand her need to not be boxed in, but she was feeling vulnerable, nonetheless.

Patsy shuffled in place again just as she heard her Mistress striding down the outer marble hallway towards the door. Patsy straightened her posture and lowered her gaze as Mistress Gina swept through the threshold and into the entryway.

Gina closed the door and snapped the lock back in place before setting her purse down on the table. "Good evening, pet," she said as she came in to inspect how well her sub had prepared herself. She hummed in approval at Patsy's outfit. It showed off her fit body to perfection.

"You are released," Gina told her.

Gracefully, Patsy knelt and placed a kiss to each of her Mistress' feet. Mistress Gina leaned down and cradled Patsy's head to her breasts and kissed her forehead. Patsy felt dizzy for a moment; drunk on the smell of her Mistress' subtle, spicy perfume and her warm bosom, before taking the graciously offered hand to help her stand up. Mistress Gina looked stunning in a slim fitting black pantsuit with a red silk camisole underneath and red patent leather Jimmy Choo shoes which Patsy had helped her pick out from her store.

"Thank you, Mistress. How was your week?" Patsy inquired.

"It has been going really well, pet. Thank you for asking. We're on track to launch our new RPG title in two weeks, which is a relief. How has your week gone? I know we've texted, but haven't really had the opportunity to speak much on FaceTime, what with all the overtime I've been putting in lately. You didn't have any trouble with the checklists, I hope?" Gina asked her.

"My week has been uneventful except going through the checklists. I admit to feeling a little anxious, because I don't want anything to possibly have you changing your mind about me." Patsy confessed.

"My goodness, pet! You were worried that you could do or say anything that would have me changing my mind about you? Why didn't you say anything? It hadn't occurred to me that would be something you would be anxious over. Have I not made it clear how much I appreciate you and the happiness I've found within our dynamic?" Mistress Gina asked.