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i tug slightly at my collar, trying to adjust it. Not that it's uncomfortable, but i'm constantly aware of it's presence, and what it means. The bright pink stands out against the black fur of my throat, and thick dark red letters spell it out for everyone to see, at both the front and the back, clearly showing the whole world what i am:

SiSSY.

i always dress so that it's exposed, in the open. i suppose i could wear a long neck jumper, or a scarf in winter, but when i'm dressing, the option to just... doesn't enter my mind. i don't know if it's the conditioning they put me through, or if it's just how i am.

Today, i'm wearing a light blouse, open down to the third button. The blouse is too big in the chest, meaning that when i turn, it ripples in such a way that you can just about see the lacy edges of the bra i'm wearing. my breasts aren't very big - they chose to put me on hormones and see what would develop naturally rather than use implants (i would have preferred - no, it doesn't matter what i wanted, it doesn't matter at all.)

i shake my head and clear the wince off my face. i hate when the conditioning has to kick in and correct my thoughts, so i always try to make sure i'm thinking the right thing. It's happening less and less now, so i must be thinking right!

i check my makeup in the mirror. There's not much - the black and white of a skunk's face has a lot of contrast already, so too much can make me look a mess, and that's not for right now. i have a hot red on my lips, a little shade on my eyes, and my hair cut to frame my face, the black and white artfully fixed in place by little hidden hair clips. Must remember to get some more of those, they are the first things to go flying off when someone uses my face, leaving me looking dishevelled. A lot of men like to take something beautiful and ruin it, and better that i serve as a target for their desires than someone with more worth.

i blush. While sexual thoughts are good, i have somewhere to be. i check my skirt - the hem is below my buttocks, and you'd need to get low to see my panties, but it has no hole for my broad striped tail, and if i forget myself and raise it too high, i'll give everyone a glimpse at my best feature, the surgically sculpted rear they gave me.

i sling my jacket over my shoulder - it's a hot day out - and grab the handbag with my essentials in it. my grotty little apartment in at the top of the building, in a run down area - the only real good thing i can say about it is that at least i'm not taking a decent living scape away from a deserving man or woman. There's only so much a sissy can do with cleaning before it gets into diy territory, and i'm too useless for that - i did ask my landlord to help, but when he came, his handiwork was... very hands on.

Walking down the street, i draw a few glances, but it's too early in the day for anyone to take much interest. A few women glance me up and down and snort derisively, and i feel a short blast of shame - i'm better made up than they are! i want to help them fix up their look, but i know it's not my place to say how they should look - sure, if they asked, but they didn't!

i'm such a silly little sissy! While i was thinking, i walked right past the entrance to the subway. i had to spin around and walk back, my cheeks burning, and then trot down the stairs to the train.

It's not too crowded yet, but still, i don't feel right taking one of the seats. Instead, I take one of the hanging straps. The next stop is much busier, and people begin to crowd around me. Some look at me in disgust and take great care to avoid me, as if sissyness is something they can catch. i try to sway out of their way - i shouldn't inconvenience them, if they aren't interested in dealing with an insignificant sissy. Others, though...

One or two barge me out of the way, like they didn't even see me there. But there are a flurry of gropes and pinches that make me gasp in surprise, mostly on my ass, but one cold hand slides across the back of my neck. There are people pressed up around me now, mostly men, but there's one woman to my side.

The hand is back, fiddling with my collar. "So, you're a sissy," says a male voice behind me. He's not so close that he's whispering, but not drawing attention to me, either.

"Yes Sir," i reply. i realise that it's the first thing i've said today. That's good, because i shouldn't speak unless spoken too. No-one is interested in my opinion.

"Is it true what they say about you creeps? That you really can't say no if someone wants to fuck you?"

i gulp. He's going to use me, right here on the train. my voice is soft and high pitched, as weak as the rest of me. "K-kind of, Sir. It's not that i can't say no - but i'll always say yes."

He lets out something that's more of a rumble than a sound. i can feel his hand now, creeping under my skirt and cupping the swell of my buttock. It's the best thing about me, because it's the thing that they changed the most when i was sissified. They pushed massive implants under my skin and fur, swelling the pathetic rear i had before into wide hips and rounded cheeks that gave pleasingly under the strong hands of someone using me. He must have liked what he felt, because i could feel him shift, moving to sit behind me.

i move to turn around, to get on his lap or on my knees - whatever he wants (that's what's important) but instead he says, "No. Don't move."

Instantly i freeze. What if he doesn't want me now? Of course he'll toss me aside when it's his stop, but if i've done something that makes him not want to use me... a cold discomfort begins in the pit of my stomach, until i feel his hands again, touching the inside of my thighs from behind, and i melt with relief. His questing fingers poke at the gap between my thighs and tease at the tucked up remains of my penis.

"Oh," he says, with no trace of surprise in his voice. "So, you used to be a man?"

i shouldn't contradict a real person, but this is something my programming compels me to correct. "No, Sir, i was always a sissy - but i used to pretend to be a man."

"Ha." He pulls aside the front of my panties so he has access to the little thing inside them. He grabs my destroyed manhood and pulls it back between my legs. It's... too big. i know that. It can bulge up to almost three inches - too big! It's bigger than i'm worth! - but my conditioning tells me that at least it means i can never hide what i am, what has been done to me.

"Can you get hard?" He asks.

"No... not really. It sort of... swells a bit, sometimes." The hormones shrunk it down, and the 'treatment' it had, and the conditioning that made me not want it hard... Now, though, he was rubbing it between the fur at the top of my legs, where the white meets the black. He wants it to swell, as much as that wrecked thing can, and what he wants overrules what silly little thing might be in my head. I can feel blood flowing in unusual ways, and begin to breathe faster, bending forward to give him better access.

"No. Stay still while I play with this."

i stop. i'm not comfortable, but he's sending waves of physical pleasure radiating up from my groin, squishing and manipulating me. i'm in the limp, half hard state that is the furthest i can go, my ex-manhood pointed down to the ground along the back of my thighs. i don't exactly hold perfectly still, although i could: i should try to work out what someone using me wants, and i think he wants to torture me with pleasure. So i shiver and shudder, biting my bottom lip to stifle the squeaks in my throat. i'm not lying with my actions; this unbearable pleasure - since it's what he wants, it's what i have to feel.

The train has stopped while he was using me. Before the doors ding open, he pulls his plaything up between my cheeks and whispers, "Hold it there."

i clench my buttocks, and despite their soft, giving nature, my bent penis doesn't slip. More people crowd onto the train, pushing into me, and i try to get out of their way. i wonder if they can see that i'm being used right now, or if they just see a sissy with a flustered expression on it's face?

As the train moves off, his hand is back, tugging and pulling faster now. There's no way anyone can mistake what's being done to me now. my eyes keep rolling, i'm gasping, my tiny tits thrusting out, legs trembling. Thank god the law recognises i can't control myself sexually, and a sissy can't be arrested for public indecency!

"Hell, i thought you freaky fucks were on a hair trigger. Are you ever going to cum?"

He... actually wants... "Only if you want me to..."

"Then fucking cum already!"

His command is working on me before my mind can process it. Ecstasy courses through me, every muscle flexing and twisting. i can feel something rising up in my crotch, like when i sit to pee, but with such inevitability and pleasure... It's been so long since i came through my penis i've almost forgotten what it feels like. My conditioning allow me to, but so few are interested in seeing a sissy spurt- my eyes roll back into my head and I white out as i cum, muscles twitching down.

i regain my senses hanging off the strap from the train roof. One of my knees had buckled, but the other had locked in place, stopping me from collapsing. "Did you even..." A strong finger pokes into the underside of my penis, sending unbearable sensation through my overstimulated flesh. He scrapes it down the length of my urethra, and I feel a single drop of the watery leavings i produce dribble out of me.

He chuckles cruelly behind me. "Is that all you can make?"

i feel my cheeks heat up as i nod and whisper, "Yes, Sir."

He pats my silicone filled rear. i can't see that my user has sat back and lost interest, but... i can feel he doesn't care any more. i tug at my skirt, futilely trying to cover up the... leavings smeared between my legs. i can at least tuck the flaccid remains back into my panties. Of course, it's good that people see i'm available to be used, but lots of people don't like to see a cum-smeared sissy on the normal streets, so i must try to clean myself in the bathroom at my stop. Which is coming up.

It takes me almost half an hour to clean up. It's not the i can't do it quickly, but every time i get myself half cleaned up, another man comes in a decides to use me. i know it's going to make me late, but there's not much i can do to stop them. And I'm doing everything i can to attract them.

i follow the crowds out of the station. Most of them are avoiding me. Everybody knows about us, that those who have been sissified aren't in control when someone wants to use them, but still they don't want to be near me. It shames me, knowing that i won't be able to fulfil their desires. Still, with only a few gropes and no-one actually pulling me into a side alley for a quick fuck, i make it to work only a few minutes late.

Maybe i'll be punished. Maybe my boss won't let me pleasure him or anyone else this morning.

The office is full when i slip in. i move to make everyone coffee and tea, but there's already someone by the little kitchen area, getting a glass of water. i stand by respectfully, eyes on the floor until she has left - but she doesn't leave. Instead, the cat stands there, casting a disapproving eye over me. She jabs a finger at my ear and says, "You've got a little something there. Here, let me."

She dips her fingers in her glass, and then flicks a pinch of water at me. It lands on my face, making me flinch and cower, matting my facial fur. She brushes past me, and says, "Oh, I'll have a half-fat cappuccino with mint flavour in the milk only. Almond milk."

i think Mary doesn't like me.

Not just thinks i'm pathetic or useless - everyone thinks that, especially me - but wants me to suffer. It's a problem, because when she tries to punish me, my programming kicks in and makes me enjoy it - which makes her hate me even more. i think she hated me before i was sissified, but she kept it hidden. Now that everyone knows what i truly am, she doesn't have to keep her feelings bottled away, which is so much better for her!

i usually make all the coffees in the morning, serving others. That order means i'll have to go out and get some almond milk, but i'll have to ask permission to leave the office. It's okay, really, as i know she doesn't actually want that coffee. She just wants me to get something wrong so that she can shout at me and reduce me to tears, and like to have an excuse - orders from my superiors must be obeyed, and everyone is my superior.

The correction kicks my thoughts aside, and i hate myself for needing it. Yes, i wasn't going to ignore what she wanted, but i still thought about it for too long. i should have been more careful with my thoughts.

i tap gently on the door to Mr. Hardcastle's office. i need to get his permission before i leave, but asking for something from such a powerful man makes me shiver and quake in my heels. "Come," he barks, and the command makes me step in while my innards quiver.

"Yes Sir," i say, and then words tumble from my painted lips. "Sorry to disturb, Sir, but i need - i would like - permission to nip out, just quickly, to go to the shops, for a little milk, not that it's for me, no, i just need it for... the.. coffee..."

My voice trails off under his harsh stare. He's a lion, big without being fat, stately and magnificent. Even before i was sissified, i had such a crush on him! Now his stare nails me to the floor. He stands and strides towards me, and at the last second i realise i'm in his way and shrink back. My tails sweeps out if his way just in time to avoid brushing against his suit. "Mary!" he barks.

Mary looks up from her desk, surprised. "Coffee," Mr Hardcastle growls.

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Fine," she says. "I guess my coffee can wait. Get your work done first."

My work is endless, though. The charade of the task is over, until next time she wants to humiliate me. Mr Hardcastle looms over me, and i cower. Then his face softens, and he sighs. "Go to your cupboard, don't distract anyone, and work on the bug list. Understand?"

Soft and deep, his orders resonate inside me. "Yes Sir," i whisper.

i scurry off, head down, and collect my laptop from the empty desk. Since i'm not important, i just move about to an empty desk whenever lots of people are in the office. The cupboard is for when they don't want me to be seen, like if there is a client coming round they want to show the department to. There are plenty of people who think that sissys are vile and disgusting, or that we shouldn't be allowed out of the bedroom, and although i can't disagree with them (literally, i'm not permitted to), i can hide so they don't get put off by my existence.

i close the door behind me, quietly so as not to disturb the real workers here. That's another reason i get sent to the cupboard, so that i don't distract them with my ass or my lips. Maybe the boss will reward someone later with one of my holes. Still, i can't think about that now. The cupboard is large enough for a hard wooden chair, and i can prop the laptop open on a stack of boxes full of old reports to start my work. i have a big long list of bugs to hunt down in the application - all user interface at the moment. i get all the little things to deal with while the important people in the office work on the real work!

It must be a couple of hours before i get summoned. The company IM - i'm not allowed to use anything to talk to someone outside the company, in case i get... distracted - pops up with a message from Mr. Hardcastle. 'Bring coffee. 2 cups.'

i jump up, and almost knock my computer over. i close my eyes and shake my head. Yes, i'm eager to obey, but i shouldn't be careless! i straightened my skirt, and walked out to the kitchen area. Mr. Hardcastle normally takes his coffee black, but as he asked for two cups, i prepare a jug of milk, a small bowl of sugar and a large cafetiere of coffee on a tray with the cups. i've been fully trained as a waitress, and my implanted instincts have me hold the tray up at shoulder level in one hand as i sway across the office. The amount of skill they put into me... it makes me so happy that this happened to me.

Swept up in the joy of putting my body to use, i knock on Mr. Hardcastle's door. It wouldn't do to barge in on him! "Come," he says gruffly.

i open the door and smile, then i furrow my brow. Mr. Hardcastle has two guests, but not enough cups - oh, he has one guest, and a sissy. The guest, a corpulent boar, is seated in the chair across the desk from the lion. Standing behind him, hands clasped over its crotch, is the other sissy, a zebra with a long mane curved over one side of its face. Stripes mark the exposed fur on its chest, pointing down to its plunging neckline that shows off the large breasts straining against its blouse and jacket. That jacket was a bright and obnoxious pink, matching the shade coating its pursed lips. it gave me a worried glance, and then turned its attention back to its master.

As i should have! Yes, it was dressed to be the centre of attention, but that shouldn't make me forget to serve!

i carry my tray to the desk, eyes down. i can feel the boar's gaze on me, and from the corner of my eye i see his tongue lick his tusks. "Well, Jeremy, you never told me you had a sissy! I didn't think you were into that kind of thing."

The coffee is just about ready, so i push down on the press. Mr. Hardcastle replies. "Not normally, no. But this one... well, as soon as I saw it I knew that I'd have to keep a firm grip on it."

i feel my cheeks flush. It makes me so happy that he wants to keep a disposable piece of fluff like me around, but i try not to show my emotions and disturb the men. i fill both cups, placing one at Mr. Hardcastle's elbow, and as they aren't talking, ask in a quiet voice, "Would you care for milk? Sugar?"

He snorts and licks his tusks again. "Hell yeah, I'll get some sugar!"

i avert my eyes, trying to stop my lips from smiling. Mr. Hardcastle says the office isn't the right place for flirting, so i keep it a subtle as i can, as subtle as i'm allowed to. i'd like him to use me, but given that he clearly has important business here, someone as insignificant as me shouldn't distract him. He, however, clearly disagrees with Mr. Hardcastle on that, and as i bend to give him the cup of coffee, he reaches out and grasps my rear. The he kneads the soft, giving implants and i gasp slightly, looking down and then back up at him, my mouth open in a receptive 'o'. Behind him, his sissy stiffens slightly, but i know that it's been trained not to interrupt its master's pleasure - unless he enjoys seeing sissys fight jealously over him, of course.

i know i'd hate watching another sissy fucking a man and not being allowed to join in as much as it does, but neither of our opinions matter.

"Hey," says the boar as he looks past me and nods at Mr. Hardcastle. "You want to see a trick?"

i don't know what his name is. Should i ask, or does he not care that i don't know what to scream as he plows into me?

Mr. Hardcastle must have nodded, or shrugged, or just not stopped him. He turns his attention back to me. He moves he hand from my ass, and cups my cheek - the one on my face. "So, pretty little thing. You want to fuck me, right?"

i can feel all the pre-programmed responses ripple across my body and mind. My eyes widen, my pupils dilating. Blood rushes to my cheeks, lips and tongue, saliva filling my mouth. My nipples tighten, crinkling up into pinchable little nubs atop the handfuls of my breasts. My asshole loosens and clenches, ready to open before him. And inside my head... Images and speculation overwrite my thoughts. Reverently opening his shirt, running my hands over His magnificent chest, twining his thick, course chest fur between my fingers and digging into the soft mass of his stomach as his dick swells against my ass. Is he circumcised, or not? Does he grunt when he paints my insides with his seed, or squeal, or do nothing but clench a few muscles?

It takes less than a second and i am desperately horny, ready to do anything to get fucked. i swallow so i don't start drooling on Him, and then moan, "Yes Sir, i want you so much-"

He slides His finger over my mouth, and i shut my lips. Then He crooks the finger and pushes so that my lips part and He can slide into my mouth. Obediently, i start to suck on it, lapping at His fingertip with my tongue. "You'd do anything to get me to stick it to you, wouldn't you?"

i nod, careful not to disturb His finger. i realise i've moved, pressing myself up against him. It must have happened while i had my sexual conditioning activated, but He certainly doesn't seem to mind. He laughs, a little cruelly. "I bet it give some really good head. You like it sucking you off?"

Mr. Hardcastle's cock is a thing of beauty. Seven inches, lightly spiked, he enjoys me licking more than sucking, teasing the spines of His feline glans until He spurts. He always seems slightly reluctant to let me though, and leans back with eyes closed so as not to look at me. It upsets me that He isn't perfectly happy, but... i can only do what i'm ordered to.

From behind me, Mr. Hardcastle clears His throat non-committally. He doesn't need to say he enjoys my body. Nobody needs to care about my satisfaction.

"Well, I'll have to try that later. First..." He turns His attention back to me. "I have this special thing I want you to say. A certain way I like my little fuck toys."

i push myself up against him, letting my body writhe. "Anything," i moan.

"I want you to degrade yourself. To do something that's really going to upset you. Something that you really, really won't like."

His tone is condescending, mocking me. He knows that i'm too horny to refuse anything - does he want me tied up? Cut and beaten bloody? Used as a toilet?

He has a sissy. He must know that there's nothing that could be more degrading than the collar around my neck, than being what i am. "Whatever you want, i'll do," i whisper.

"I like it when you struggle," he says with a cruel smile. "I want you to try to stop me."

He catches both my wrists. i'm so much weaker than him, so much less manly. Though i yank my hands, there's no way i can break His grip. He asks, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," i whimper.

"I want you to say no," He spits back in my face.

My mouth forms around the word, but it's wrong to say i don't want to have sex.

Of course the programming kicks in harshly. Saying no is the last thing i should ever do! i'll just have tell him that i have to do whatever he says, because he's a real person and better than me.

When my eyes stop jiggling and i'm allowed my own thoughts again, he is laughing at my involuntary spasms. He wants this, so i mustn't say no to a man and my head is buried in His chest, the rumble of His laughter passing through me, and i should obey him, and my breath is coming in gasps, i can't say no my body is trembling against him must obey how do i stop this so i can say always say yes have to think obey i say yes uh obey nu say yes obey say yes obey say yes obey

***

There's a hand on my face. For a second i don't know where i am. Am i at home? Did i pass out in a public bathroom again? Did someone take me to theirs and fuck me unconscious?

As my eyes flicker open, i see that it's Mr. Hardcastle standing over me, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks, urgently but gently.

"Of course it is!" The boar chuckles. "Their programming can't handle contradictions, so they get stuck in a loop. Passing out resets their minds."

i flick my eyes to the side and try to check my thoughts. i don't want to say no to a man! i tense, ready for programming to correct me, but nothing happens. My thoughts are right.

Mr. Hardcastle puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up to meet his eyes. Concern lines his face. "You're alright?" he asks again.

"Yes," i say automatically. i had collapsed in a heap to the side of the boars chair, sprawled awkwardly with my tail wrapped between my legs. i clear my throat, a soft little sound, and try to sort myself out. Mr. Hardcastle steps back, and i try not to look at him. It feels good to be on my knees in front of him, though. i make to stand up, but then i feel a hand on my shoulder. "You don't mind if I use it a bit, do you?"

Mr. Hardcastle pauses as though he's going to say something, but then shakes his head. "Good. Gives mine something to compare to, you know? Makes it work harder!" He chuckles, and pats his groin. "Nice and slow now, your superior and I have things to discuss."

With a flush, i am ready for use again. i draw in a breath, partly to keep drool from spilling out of my lips, and partly to show how ready i am. Crawling around on my knees, i move up between His spread legs and raise my hands. Before i touch Him, though, i look up, wanting to check it's okay to unzip Him. He smirks, snorts, and turns his attention back to Mr. Hardcastle.

i think that's permission. i reverently lay my hands on His crotch, feeling the heat of His flesh burning through the neat tailoring of his pants. It doesn't hide the way His gut hangs over His belt, but why should He want to hide the magnificent symbol of his decadence? It's not His physical form that makes Him attractive, but the way He has so much power and confidence that He doesn't need to care about what i think- but i'm letting my arousal distract me. i slide my finger under the flap of his fly, and gently tug down His zipper.

He's not wearing any underwear.

He reaches over my head, to the desk, to the coffee. "So anyway. I've had my people looking over this new program. They'll have the normal, you know, list of complaints."

i slip my hand into His pants. The triggered arousal has made my hands heat up, so when i wrap my fingers around His penis, it doesn't feel cold and turn Him off. His dick pulses as i gently pull it out - taking care to fold the edges of His fly so the teeth of the zip never touch His flesh - and marvel over it.

He is glorious.

It's not the programming that's making me think that. i love dicks, all of them, but this one makes me tremble, my gut fluttering, drool spilling from my mouth. This cock is not huge - maybe four or five inches as it reaches full length, with a porcine anti-clockwise spiral that fascinates me. i run my left hand down it, over the ridges and feel it stiffen. Then i lean forward, taking in the scent of sweat and pre before i slip out my tongue. Hold Him steady with my hand, i run my tongue up it, rolling across the grooves from one side to the other, then over to the next start of the spiral.

"Of course, I'll get my top people on any bugs you find immediately. For the, uh, improvements to the UI, that will take slightly longer as it's outside the initial design specs, but we should be able to include that at no extra cost."

i lap at the tip of His dick, a string of pre suffusing its salty flavour across my tongue. It is wonderful, a nectar from the gods. From my betters. i roll my eyes back in my head and push my neck close against His crotch, rubbing the soft fur of my muzzle against His dick to show my supplication.

"Good. So I did want to have a quick word with your lead developer. See what kind of talent you have here!"

i pull back, and slowly, reverently, purse my lips to kiss His glans. He twitches up a little when i do, parting my lips and entering my mouth.

i hope i can please Him.

"Actually, the lead is the one sucking your cock."

i feel His attention turn back to me, more than just having my mouth used. i use my right hand to flick my hair out of my eyes and look up, slowly taking more and more of Him into my mouth. "Really? You've got a sissy as project lead?"

Oh. They're talking about me, not to me. i pull me eyes back to the length of man flesh protruding from my lips, and seal them about half way down. i suck the air out of my mouth, so that my lips and tongue press up against the fascinating curves. i could loose myself in it.

i already have.

Mr Hardcastle sighs. "He wasn't always, you know. Before... this, he had a real talent, but now..."

i flex my tongue. The motion makes him twitch, and combined with the slickness of my lips and the vacuum makes another ridge slip into my mouth. He grunts, and says, "It's still got a bit of talent, I'd say! So what did it do to end up sissified? Let me guess. Tried to embezzle from you, so you activated a punishment clause - then got him to serve as your butt-toy? I love it when I can do that."

He grins, and leers up at the sissy behind Him. "Don't I, my dear?"

The zebra nods, eyes down. i concentrate on gentle soft motions, undulating tongue and cheek against His length.

"Actually, no. He was always a model employee."

"Oh? Normally, it's the company the crime was against that gets first bids on buying a sissy once it's been converted, so how did you get this one?"

Mr Hardcastle snaps his fingers. The sharp sound makes me twitch a little, and break the seal around His dick. "Tell him," says Mr. Hardcastle.

Reluctantly, i pull back. i don't want to stop sucking his dick, but i know He'll want to hear it, that it'll turn Him on, so i hang my my head, try to keep my warm breath on His glistening cock, and say, "i volunteered."

His eyes open wide. His cock twitched up, a bead of pre appearing on the tip, and a sly grin creeps over his muzzle. "You... what?"

"i was always a sissy," i say in a small voice. "It's just... i knew it before they put me through the conditioning, i was just too much of a coward to admit it for so long, but eventually i when to the sissifying clinic and told them about all my sexual thoughts, and fantasies, and they told me that i really should stop pretending to be a man, and-" i have to take a breath "-they took me and put me in my properly place. Where i belong. As a sissy."

i lapse into silence. The boar is staring at me, fascinated. "Goddamn," He says. "An actual born sissy. I'd hear there were some, but I thought that was just a story. I know they force you to think you were always a sissy, but you- it's true! Fuck, they probably didn't have to program you at all, did they?"

i feel myself blush. This is so humiliating - so arousing! "i-i'm fully programmed and responsive to sissy stimulus," i say.

He grins. My statement was a pathetic attempt to evade answering, and of course a real person as smart as him sees through it instantly. "I know you are, that little trick wouldn't have worked if you weren't. I want to know, would you still be on your knees sucking my dick even if you weren't?"

i'm conditioned to say yes. But even so, it's true. "Yes," i say.

As i say that, my lip brushes against the tip of His quivering dick. The droplet of pre smears over my lips, and i lick at it, savouring the salty flavour. "Fucking hell," he says.

With one hand, He grabs my hair and pulls head head down. Obediently, i open my mouth and slide His cock in brushing it against my lips to stimulate Him. "So what, you came in one morning and instead of your lead programmer working at his desk, you find this kneeling under your desk?"

i blush. It took them a week in the clinic to fully sissify me. During that time, i was made to record videos to send to my friends and colleagues everyone who knew me - yes, because the were only friends with the person i was pretending to be and wouldn't want to be near a stupid slutty sissy like my true self - so, they had known at the office. Mr. Hardcastle had ordered me to come back, rather that me being sent to one of the brothels to pay for my conversion. The first time i had walked in, seeing them as people to serve, my betters, not my equals - but i'm getting distracted. His hand is still holding me in place, so i nod my head a little to give Him movement, slick against my rippling tongue.

"Something like that," Mr. Hardcastle said. "I was very disappointed when he got turned into it, but we've managed to... cope, shall we say?"

i push down, taking Him in all the way until my nose presses past his zipper, and i can breath in His wonderful masculine scent. He enjoys it, but i use the opportunity to make it look like the depth He is at makes me tear up, rather than that i had displeased Mr Hardcastle. Of course i had, i had left him with a lot of work unfinished, but it was inevitable i would, because i wasn't really a person, just a sissy afraid to admit the truth to itself. At least this way he could take out his frustrations on my ass, after i had been demoted to office plaything.

He releases the grip on my hair, and i begin to bob up and down on Him eagerly. From the look on His face, i think He's ready to cum, but still i stare up at Him, ready to slow down if that what He wants.

"Oh, yeah, that's good," He grunts, and i feel pride and happiness swell up in my chest. "Shit, how much do I have to pay to rent it out for a while?"

Oh god, i'd love to be taken home and used by Him! There's a sharp breath from behind Him, and i see the zebra sissy is looking disturbed. i can't tell if it's jealous of the attention i'm getting from its owner, or if it's looking forward to pleasing Him with another sissy, or... anything. it doesn't matter, just like i don't. i imagine it twitching and convulsing like i did when given contradictory orders, except getting fucked at the same time.

Such a lucky sissy!

"I'm afraid I can't exactly rent it out, it's not company owned."

"Not just voluntary, but a free sissy as well? They never stay that way for long!"

"Well, it's not likely that a sissy is going to commit any crimes that will let us strip it of it's freedom is it? It's already as obedient as it can be."

i suck as i draw my head up, loosen my grip on the way down, trying to keep as much sensation on Him as i can. He's twitching and pulsing in my muzzle now. It won't be long until He comes.

"It's a sissy! They're not difficult to manipulate, you know. I hear that all you need to do is persuade them to take a loan they can never pay back, then have them put into indentured servitude. Bam! You've got your own sissy."

Mr. Hardcastle moves. i can hear his clothes rustle over the slurping and squelching coming from my mouth. "...What would a sissy want?"

i stop sucking, and turn to look Mr. Hardcastle, i know i shouldn't stop, but i think this will turn the boar on even more. "Big tits," i say, in a small voice.

Mr. Hardcastle stares at me. He's surprised. i should clarify. "Breast implants, so that everyone can see i'm a sex toy. To make me more attractive, so that more people use me, so that i can please more people - i just want to make you - everyone h-happy."

Mr. Hardcastle isn't breathing, or is breathing so lightly i can't tell. i turn my attention back to the boar, and His straining, twitching erection. He looks like He's forgotten i was sucking Him off, so i sloppily take it back in, all the way to the back of my throat. He gasps, and i can feel Him tense, ready to come. He grabs my head, around my ears, controlling my movements. He pumped His hips a couple of times, and then thrust hard, and i have the taste of His wonderful cum in my mouth, thick and salty and powerful. The flavour overpowers me, conditioned responses making my eyes roll back up into my head, my muscles going weak and an ecstatic whimper gurgling out.

He fills my mouth, and then pulls out to leave a rope of cum over my face, matting the fur from my left eyelid over my muzzle. i'm marked, that i've been used. i savour the taste for a few second, then swallow it down, blissfully. i lap at His over-sensitive cock, trying to get out the last few drops of cum.

There's a tremble in His voice when He speaks. Good, that means i've pleased Him. "So, yeah, sounds like it won't need much persuading. Fuck, willing sissys are eager."

He pushes me away, and reluctantly i fall back onto my rear. The boar adjusts himself, and stuffs his slick cock back into his pants. "Okay, so, uh, you've got the contract and everything? I'll get in touch with you."

i scramble back a little to get out of his way, licking at my lips. i still have the high from cock and cum fizzing through my veins. i's love to suck his dick again, or Mr Hardcastle's. He's standing up too, and for a second i make to crawl over to him, but then realise he's going over to shake the boar's hand. The zebra sissy steps primly around me and picks some papers off the desk, the sound of its hooves softened by the carpet. i can see its breasts jiggly slightly with each step, and i wonder if they are hormonally grown, or really good implants.

Mr Hardcastle is talking to the boar, who is keeping his eyes on me as i stand up and straighten my skirt. i smile bashfully and make to flick my hair out of my eyes, but my finger tip goes into something sticky - his cum. i lick my finger, the taste filling me up with endorphins.

Mr Hardcastle is shaking his hand. The boar keeps his eyes on me as he walks out, the sissy trailing behind. Mr. Hardcastle closes the door behind him, and turns to stare at me. i can't read his expression. "Can i do anything else for you, sir?"

Mr. Hard castle breaks eye contact, and sighs. "Clear up the coffee, would you?"

i gather up the cups and cafetiere as Mr. Hardcastle sits again, but before i pick up the tray, he asks, "Did you enjoy that?"

i tilt my head down, but a smile is forming on my face. "Oh, yes, Sir, it was a great honour." Of course it was, to be attractive and wanted is the best thing i can be.

He sighs, and runs one hand through his great leonine beard. "What is it that you want?"

For a second, i am confused. i glance to the left and right, but there's no-one else in the room. Why would anyone ask what a sissy wants? But i have to answer. And i know the answer. "To make you happy, sir."

"Why?"

His questions are pressing my mind up against the binds of my conditioning. i make sure the tray is safely on the desk and lean so that if i get trapped in another loop, i'll fall on the floor and not the desk. "Because... it makes me happy, seeing other people happy, and because.. it's so simple. i can't have an existential crisis, i don't need to think about anything but sex, i-all my life needs to be is the next order. i know this isn't a good thing for a real person, but i-i'm not a proper person worthy of respect. i'm a sissy, Sir. That's all."

Mr. Hardcastle stares at me, hard. i am nervous, but he hasn't told me to go yet, so i shift slightly and lower my eyes.

"Did you really mean it? That you want to get breasts, and be... property?"

i giggle nervously. "i love tits, Sir, but the whole property thing, well, i understand why you haven't done it to me yet, and it's fine if you want to leave me free so that you don't have to bother about looking after me, and you can get another sissy once i get... older..."

i trail off. i can't tell, but i think He's hard. i hope He'll let me suck him off, or fuck my ass.

He does neither. Instead he tosses a tissue to me. i wipe the semen off my face, carefully folding the tissue so i can lick it later. "I'll see about getting the papers for a loan. In the meantime, get back to that bug list."

"Yes Sir," i say, picking up the tray and stepping out with a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.

***

i spent a lot of time trying to find the exact breasts that would look the sexiest, the sluttiest under my skin. It's the last decision i would make, at least until my period of servitude was over - and i know that those periods have a way of being extended. Eventually, i just went for big. The twin globes are large and perfectly formed but soft enough to give under groping, my nipples small imperfections with little plastic risers behind them so the stand out, ripe for pinching. i'm proud of them.

i should be, they are company property now.

The day after my implant had healed, bailiffs came to my tiny flat, with forms showing that i could never hope to pay back the interest on the loan. i had to sign them, then watch as they repossessed all my belongings - and then as they repossessed my breasts, and me along with them, taking me back to the clinic for further, more intensive programming. When i came out, i knew that i was property. A piece of flesh that was owned by the company, to be used as they saw fit.

The company installed me in a room down in the basement, with a wonderful bed for me to be fucked on. Not for sleeping, sleeping was a little luxury that only real people get. Instead i have to sit with a training visor on, my conditioning being pushed further into the malleable flesh of my mind. The programming kicks in a lot more than it used to. i think - as much as i am allowed to think - that even before i was sissified, my mind was thinking sissy thoughts, but now that i am owned, i have to be concerned about what's best for the company's image instead of just suck the cock of every man walking down the street!

Mr. Hardcastle is still my superior. Well, of course every Employee is my superior! But Mr. Hardcastle is the my superior, who operates me like piece of equipment, pointing me at whatever tasks need doing, no matter how long and hard they might be!

Mostly it's just programming work. i would like to be used as a reward for high performing Employees, and making clients... content all the time, but if it helps the company, then that is what i must do!

Today, Mr. Hardcastle has called me in early, before the Employees (my former co-workers) are in. i slip into his office, and stand in front of his desk with my hands clasped before me, pushing my inflated breasts together, nipples visible beneath the pink blouse. It's a sexy secretary type of outfit, the closest a sissy like me can come to 'professional'.

i smile widely. i'm so much happier sine i had my free will removed! i think it's part of what they did to me; apparently making me a happy, giggly sissy is good for the company, so a happy, giggly sissy i shall be!

"Sir, do you have anything... special you'd like me to do today?" i cover my smile, my flirting obvious but i should not be disappointed if he turns me down.

He waits until my eyes have stopped twitching, and the conditioning is no longer speaking in my mind. He's so considerate! "Actually, there is something i would like you to do."

My eyes sparkle, i lick my lips and feel my body prepare itself for sex. i love it when Mr. Hardcastle fucks me - He gropes my tits, sometimes fucks them, gets me to tell him how much i love being His property, how much happier i am, and i want to tell him. "Of course, Sir! Anything for you! Teehee!"

"Good. Do you remember Mr. Hertsgig?"

i rack my brain, but the name doesn't ring a bell. Oh, i am a stupid little sissy sometimes! "i'm sorry Sir, i don't remember having that honour."

Mr. Hardcastle frowns. "Did I not tell you his name?"

That happens, it's not important for a fluffy little fuck toy like me to know the names of everyone i'm serving - i can always just scream 'Oh, Sir!' when they slam into me. "The boar, who was here the day that you decided to... get breasts."

How could i ever forget the day i signed my life away? i'd never known the name of the man who got me turned from person to property, but now i committed His title to a part of my brain, to be worshipped reverently as i am programmed each night. "Oh, yes, Sir! Of course i remember him!"

i'm gushing, hands moving, unable to rest them. i never know if getting so aroused by the thought of my subjugation is simply the sissy way i am, or if it's implanted, but that doesn't matter now. Mr. Hardcastle says, "Well, once I told him about you. he asked if he could rent you now that you're property. Naturally, I want to keep our clients happy, so you're being sent over to his residence this morning. You'll be his to play with for a week. Report to shipping and handling to be packaged and sent immediately."

i begin to breath heavily. My hands are fluttering. i've never been this aroused before, which isn't the important thing, improving the companies bottom line is the important thing. My thoughts corrected, i say, "Yes Sir , right away Sir!"

He turns back to his work, and i exit with a spring in my step.

In shipping and handling, i find the Employee there. "Hiii?!" i trill. "i'm here to be sent to Mr. Hertsgig!"

The older, overweight wolf, looks at my tits, then the 'SISSY' on my collar, then back at my tits. i'm soo happy they are attracting attention! He grunts, and points to a black metal chair with strange attachments. "Sit there," he says, and then, "Get naked first."

Oh, he sounds like he's not enjoying his job!. Normally i'd do my bit to improve Employee satisfaction, but i have an urgent appointment elsewhere. Still, i can still give him a show. Slowly, i unbutton my blouse, shrugging it off my shoulders and making my perky breasts bounce and jiggle. i unzip the skirt around my tail, and turn side on to slide it over my hips, my ass springing out over the band as it slips under my buttocks. Then i bend over - at the waist, of course - to slip off my heels and pick up my blouse. My tail is raised, and i can feel his eyes on me.

i fold my clothes, still bent over. i present the clothes, saying, "These are company property, so please can you put them somewhere safe while i'm being rented out?"

The wolf flushes. Now that my breasts are exposed, he can't decide where to look. He takes the pile and puts them on his desk, to deal with later, i suppose. "Okay," he mutters. "Get on the chair."

i go over to it, and look at it. "Oh! Are the straps for my arms and legs?" i giggle. "Oh, i'm being silly, of course they are!"

i step over the seat, lowering myself onto it. The base is a solid block, with indentations for me to put my legs into - and sticking out from these, straps that i click closed around my feet. They are rather loose, but i don't see a way to tighten them. Strange, considering the rest of the chair is contoured perfectly around me, one piece of equipment tailored to another.

The back of the chair goes up quite a way, up to the base of my skull. It is wide and deep, and i wonder if there is some mechanism in there. No doubt i'll find out soon enough. There's a strap to clip around my belly, and one under my arms that goes above my breasts. My tail fits through a hole at the base, and is held up the back of the chair. More straps are arranged down the side of the back, for my arms to be held so that my chest is thrust forward, nipples thrusting into the air. i strap my left, but the wolf has to clip my right arm into place.

Then he presses a button on the chair, just behind my head, and something whirrs in the chair. The straps shoot into the metal chair, tightening around me, making my flesh bulge above and below where they cut into me. In a second, i am held tight, unable to move until someone else allows it. Then there's a pause, and -

"Ooh!" i squeal in mock horror as something rubs against my anus. Though my ring is strong, there's no way i can resist the sensation - that i know is conditioning, without it i'd flinch on occasion! i open up at the touch, wider and wider as the faux phallus penetrates me. A happy smile spreads over my face. i hope this is a sign of things to come!

The wolf is fussing around with something at my feet. i'd rather be lying before him, but i can't right now. He has block of padding, backed with wood and metal connectors, and as he snaps each together, the cavities fit around me perfectly. My legs disappear, my perfectly formed ass disappears, not to be seen until my rented unpacks me. The tops of my breasts are still visible when he pauses, reaches behind my head, and says, "Open."

Obediently, i part my lips. He pulls something from behind me and slips it into my mouth, between my teeth - a ring gag. i wink at him. Then a strap goes round my forehead, suddenly pulling my head back and pointing my muzzle at the ceiling. My eyes go wide with surprise. Whirs echo out of the chair, and - i don't even see it! The first i know about it is when i feel something poke into the back of my throat, but i can't see what! Instinctively, i try to flex my tongue and throat around it, to swallow it down, but it is prehensile and moves, sliding down my windpipe. For a second, i can't breathe, stomach and chest heaving uselessly against the pipe, my tongue curling around the unyielding plastic.

Then a blast of air fills my lungs. In, and out. It's breathing for me.

Oh, lord, how degrading!

i don't see the wolf again, but he continues to box me up. The final block goes over my head, my eyes. i can't see.

Something flickers in the darkness. A light - and a sound, a low pulsing that makes my eyes unfocus, letting the swirls in penetrating my mind, stripping away the layers of conscious thought. The chair has taken control of my breathing, now it's taking control of my thoughts. The last thing i think before the electrical impulses that are me fade away is just how much i love this.

i'm open, my conditioning triggered to reprogram me.

_i am nothing but a sex toy.

i know no sensitive information about the company.

i don't know how to program.

i am useless for anything except sex.

And i love it._