Sissy Blackmail Service

Lots of girls dress up. Yes, I know most of us address ourselves as “gurls”, but I’ve never liked that term. To me, I’m a girl, no differentiation at all. And just because we are girls, not all of us are sissies. Some of us like to get fucked, some like to do the fucking, some like to just be admired, some are pantyboys, some are just wannabes that may just wear their wife’s panties, some don’t try to be passable, some like to be slutty, some like to be treated like a lady, and some like to kiss.

And in real life, we don’t always stick to just one persona. We have different sides of ourselves. I will sometimes want to be dressed very slutty to draw attention, and other times I prefer to just be recognized as a pretty girl for beauty’s sake. Same girl, sometimes slutty, sometimes clean.

One time, I was in a dirty mood and wanted to play with more than one guy. I had been chatting with this black guy and asked him if he had any friends that knew about his tastes in “women”. He said yes. And we talked about possibly arranging that, me and three big cocked guys. I thought about it for a while because that is a lot of cock to handle. Time passed by. More time passed by. Then I was ready to reconsider. I had been a little hesitant because he told me one of the guys was nuts and had a cage. I didn’t want to get forced and raped, and possibly never making it home again and become their play toy in a cage forever. Not my thing. I’m into fun, but it kind of has to be safe, and you should be wary of that too when you’re out there.

When I was ready, I told him. And he was all hot and bothered. He had met me one before, so he knew how hot I was. I sent him an updated picture and he was even hornier, rubbing his cock to it. He was talking about how he wanted to kiss me, and I was like – I’m not sure I want to do it. At that point in my life, I hadn’t done that before. I had sucked cock before and done some things, but kissing is just something a little different. It’s not really slutty. It’s a bit ore intimate. And maybe you need some type of attraction, and not all of us are attracted to guys. So I told him I might try, but he was like F that, and he rudely said no kissing, he wasn’t interested. I can accept that, and I can accept not wasting anyone’s time. But it was pretty rude and he lost out.

But it did get me thinking about kissing. And it got me thinking that it would be a sissy task to do – to kiss a guy. It would make me more of a woman. It would take me a step closer. The more I thought about it, the more I thought I would do it when I found the right person.

So I finally accepted a date with another guy that had been trying to meet me for a very long time already. He was a gentleman. He didn’t rush me, and was ok with doing and not doing things unless I was comfortable. He tried to fuck me that night. We kissed. Part of it was nice. Part of it was strange to me since it was new. But I did it. I felt like a woman. I felt like I wanted to be his woman. He wanted me to be his girlfriend. Part of being a girl, we should continue to be more and more like a girl. We need that push to do more girl like things. Girls wear panties. Girls wear bras. Girls wear heels. You should too. If you need that push, go ahead and ask me to help you. You deserve to be the girl. Life is way too short, and being a girl is way too fun.

– Miss Patricia

I’m not sure if this story will be entertaining or not, but here goes.
There was a time many years ago when I had a cute look. I had long, black, somewhat curly hair. I was wearing a chic dark purple v-neck blouse. And I hate tight black pants that had a little flare at the bottom. I was wearing open toe black heels with a sheer net on top of the foot area. It was cute.

I was making my way into the Now Bar, a CD bar in the city that I’ve mentioned a few times in my other stories. I had gotten a new car within the last 3 months or so. I was all dressed with my lipstick, bra, whole look down. I did not have any spare clothes with me. On my way in, I was merging onto the highway, driving, and then a car in front of me slammed on his brakes hard! I slammed my brakes on hard, so I was skidding! The truck behind me slammed his brakes on hard, and he skidded, but he didn’t make it!!! He bumbed my new car bumber! 🙁 It wasn’t absolutely terrible. The bumper was still in place. But it was scratched a little bit. But we had to exchange driver’s license information, etc.!!! I had to put on my best girl voice!!! It was probably terrible!!! I had to pretend I was a girl! I was fucked! Sorry for all the EXCLAMATION points, but can you imagine what that was like??? In a damn car accident, and I am dressed ONLY AS A GIRL! It was fucked. When the truck hit me, my freakin’ wig fell off of me. Ha ha! I had to put it on as fast as I could and make up my look as quickly and best I could before the driver came over.

My real name isn’t a typical name, so I guess in a way it could be sort of ambiguous. It’s not like “John”.

I wonder what the driver must have thought. It was dark so it was much easier to pass. It was different than going to a CD club where it’s expected I was dressed up. This was in public where it was unexpected. It was one of my first experiences like this.

There was another time I decided I would go shopping in public. It’s vastly more difficult to pass in broad daylight than at night. It was in a pretty busy area. But I felt my look was really good that day and that I might pass. I wore sneakers that day so I wouldn’t draw as much attention. I walked with my arms close to my body and moved fem like. When I parked in the big central parking lot, I made my way to the women’s clothing store on the corner. Some people may have looked at me, but I kept walking. But halfway down the block, some women started making comments and looking at me, so I turned around. I couldn’t do it. They started to walk closer to me, maybe they were intrigued. I walked faster back to the parking lot and back to the car. Today wasn’t the day. This was many years ago. It could be even more difficult today because of all the cellphone cameras and people wanting to take pictures and video of every damn event. But it’s also fun to wear risque things sometimes and get compliments. I was out getting gas the other day in a super short miniskirt and heels and was complimented by a young man. He was complimenting me as a woman, and he didn’t suspect anything unusual.