A Sissy Story 01

Young sissy Mabel Poole runs afoul of the grumpy owner of Tow-tal Solutions, then is reminded of her place as a urinal and cum dump.

A/N: This is the first of 6 short stories about sissies attempting to live a life of independence but ultimately being reminded of their place in life as fucktoys for REAL men!

Plucky. That was what people usually used to describe the petite 20 year old Mabel Poole. Her presence radiated with a vibrant energy that captivated those around her. In part, this was due to the red halo of curly hair that cascaded down her back. Her hazel eyes, like flickering flames, held a depth that mirrored her adventurous soul. She had a heart-shaped face that bore the softest of freckles, adding a sprinkle of whimsy to her overall appearance. Her lips, rosy and inviting, carried a natural playful pout.

Through her own hard work and determination, Mabel was slowly working towards making a better life. A life of freedom and full of bigger things, instead of the one she used to have.

It was pluck, because that was how she had the energy to work and study at the same time. Mabel knew that she needed more money for her precious hormone pills. The pills gave her soft breasts, feminine features, lovely wide hips, and helped to shrink the penis between her legs. They allowed her to live her life as a female. But to get more pills, she needed a career. And to have a career, she needed at least some form of college education.

However, all of Mabel’s pluckiness was flagging at this very moment.

Her car, her faithful 1998 Honda civic, had been towed while she was in class. When she had emerged from History 101, it had vanished from where she parked it outside the community college building. Her only inkling of what happened was the notice that had been stapled to the tree next to where her car had been parked.

The notice said it had been towed by a company called Tow-tal Solutions for exceeding the parking time limit of 4 hours, and said that she had to pay $300 to get it back! Ridiculous! College students often had classes for hours! Did the authorities expect students to ditch class just to move their cars? And then there was the matter of the $300. Mabel was already barely staying afloat. If she paid out the fine, then she would be left with nearly no savings. She’d have to scrimp on everything. No more pizza on saturdays, or hanging out with friends. She’d have to eat ramen everyday. And she’d definitely have to give up her pills until she could afford them again!

Frankly, the thought scared her. She had only just started wearing her smallest cock cage. What if her little dicklette started growing in size when Mabel was off her pills?

She squirmed in place and her thighs rubbed against the steel cock cage hidden under her purple flared dress. Her ballsac had also shrunk over the past couple of years, but they were nowhere near the feminine size that Mabel wanted.

Mabel shuddered at the thought of seeing them grow. How disgusting, how unfeminine! How ungirly!

But no matter what happened, Mabel had to get her car back. It was her only means of transport. Without it, she would never be able to get to work or classes in time! In the long run, a few months without her pills wouldn’t kill Mabel, she would just have to deal with being a little more masculine than usual. When she eventually recovered from this setback, which she was sure she would, then Mabel would start taking the pills again and she’d be able to live her life the way she wanted to!

Mabel had no choice but to head towards Tow-tal Solution to see if there was anything she could do about it.

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The tow company’s office was nestled in the heart of an industrial district. The surroundings exuded an air of desolation, with dilapidated warehouses and forgotten lots stretching as far as the eye could see. A few men dressed in coveralls walked by, catcalling Mabel and making lewd gestures at her as she passed. They looked rough around the edges and Mabel couldn’t help but feel utterly out of place wearing her modest, knee length dress with short sleeves, and the sensible tennis shoes under that. She tucked her curls behind her ear, ducked her head, and walked faster, clutching her bag to her body.

Maybe it was a bad idea to be out and about now. The place where they towed her car was in the seedier part of town and it was rapidly approaching night. There were all sorts of people around, and there was no telling what they might do to Mabel if they found out that she wasn’t exactly the girl that she looked like.

But then again, Mabel was already to close. She couldn’t say stop now, right? She had to at least try to convince the company to let her have the car, or maybe put her on some payment plan.

The building that Mabel sought was a weathered structure with faded signage. It stood like a somber sentinel amidst the bleak landscape, its exterior covered in layers of grime and wear.

Trepidation gnawing at her soul, Mabel walked past rows and rows of old impounded cars to enter the building. Each weathered vehicle spoke of another person who could not afford the steep fee. Mabel wondered if that would be her soon. She pushed open the door and entered. The air inside the dimly lit office was stagnant, tinged with the scent of old paperwork and forgotten dreams. There was a row of worn-out chairs, their cushions faded and threadbare, lined the empty and dreary waiting area. The sound of a flickering fluorescent light hummed in the background.

There was only one counter, and only one burly man sitting behind it. He had to be really tall because even sitting down and slouched in the squeaking chair, his head could still clearly be seen over the counter. He wore a muscle tee that showed off his large pecs and wide shoulders. A cigarette poked out from between an impressively large beard and mustache. He was obviously someone who spent all day doing hard labour and had the figure to prove it.

Mabel approached, her palms growing damp with unease as she tried futilely to muster up some of her famous pluck and determination.

“Excuse me, mister-” Mabel read the nametag discarded on the table, “Croft,” she said, with far more confidence than she actually had, and put the notice down on the suspiciously sticky surface of the counter.

“What.” The man didn’t even look at her, his cigarette migrating from one corner of his mouth to the other as he swiped through something on his phone. Mabel was disgusted to note that it was pictures of teen girls sucking cock enthusiastically. Her own cock twitched in its little nub cage, a reminder of how her own erections were now a thing of her past, and hopefully would never enter her future again!

“I’m here for my car,” Mabel said.

Croft looked up, gave her a creepily thorough once over, and then took the notice. He looked from the paper, to Mabel, then back to the paper again.

“You got 300 bucks, kid?” He asked at last, a hint of condescension in his deep rumbling voice.

“No but-” Mabel began.

“No cash, no car,” Croft cut her off, turning back to his porn.

“Hey!” Mabel protested, “You can’t just take my car without any warning! It’s the only thing I have left!”

Croft, his eyes narrowed, finally set down his phone and crossed his arms defiantly. He had paused over a picture of a redhead who was gagging on a thick black cock.

“I don’t make the rules girlie. The city council said the zone was 4 hours only. You parked for 6. Ergo, we towed it.”

“But there were no signs!” Mabel pointed out, “How was I supposed to know? This is unfair!”

Croft snorted. He looked Mabel up and down again, making a shiver go down her spine from the way he was eyeing her. His lips curled into a condescending smirk.

“Ignorance doesn’t excuse the violation, kid. The sign was up fer ages. Ain’t our fault you can’t read,” he grunted.

Mabel took a deep breath. It was time to try and flirt her way out of this.

“Look Mr. Croft. I don’t have any money to pay the fees right now,” she said as sweetly as she could, “Is there any way I can get a student discount or or some sort of exemption?” Mabel tried hopefully, “A big strong man like you wouldn’t let a little old girl like me walk home this late at night, right? You could be my knight in shining armour!”

There was a beat of silence where Mabel thought this might actually have worked and softened Croft’s heart.

But then Croft began to chuckle, the sound dark and dangerous. He rose to his feet slowly, revealing that he was well over 6 feet tall. He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray then slowly leaned in, putting his face really close to Mabel’s. Then, he said with a cruel satisfaction. “Exceptions aren’t part of our policy. No cash, no car.”

He sneered down at her, giving her whole person a contemptuous look.

“And even if it were, I’d only give em to real girls!”

Mabel froze.

“W… what d’ya mean?” she stammered, “Of course I’m a real girl!”

Croft laughed. He threw his head back and laughed a deep belly laugh, clutching his sturdy waist.

“I don’t know what’s funnier, that you think you could be foolin anyone, or that you think you could be a real girl!” He turned serious in a split second, “Cause I’ve got eyes, sonny, and what I see right now ain’t a girl but a sissy!”

Mabel couldn’t speak. She was rooted to the spot in horror and in fear.

How did he know? How could he tell?

She didn’t have time to ponder these questions because in the next second, Croft had grabbed her wrists and dragged her over the counter.

“AAHHHH STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mabel screamed in terror.

Unfortunately for her, it was now late in the evening and many of the workers in the surrounding factories had already went home. There was no one around to hear her terrified calls for help.

Croft was a full head taller than Mabel and a good hundred pounds heavier. There was no way she could break free of his hold no matter how hard she tried.

“Ain’t nobody ever tell you not to lie?” Croft sneered as he manhandled her through a door into a small room, “Coming in here trying ta act like you’re a real respectable girlie,” he snorted, “Any one with eyes and a taste for proper girls can see the dickie on you from miles away!”

“No no no! Please I’m sorry I’ll pay the cash just please let me go!” Mabel sobbed as she was forced over a table.

“Oh no, sissy. This ain’t about the money no more,” Croft said, clearly enjoying her fear and her terror. “This about the fact that a bitchboi like you thought you could waltz in here and bat those lashes of you and manipulate a real alpha man. It’s time someone put you back in your place!”

With that, Croft reached under Mabel’s dress and ripped off her panties with a single jerk of his wrist. Mabel gasped as the lacy fabric tore in two, exposing her caged cock to the elements.

“At least you gots the good sense to keep it locked up,” Croft sneered at Mabel. He tied her hands behind her back with the remnants of her ripped panties then stood back to admire his handiwork.

“Open wide, sissy, you’re gonna need this for your punishment!”

Croft stuffed a dirty rag into Mabel’s mouth and then left.

Mabel could hear the sounds of bolts being slid into place and shutters sliding down in the next room. Her heart thumped hard in her chest and she struggled. Maybe if she could get away now, she could escape before she was locked in here with this crazy man!

Alas, the knots held tight and Mabel only succeeded in rubbing her soft breasts against the gnarled wood of the table.

“Now, we can get started in reminding you what you really are!” Croft said as he came back into the room.

Mabel moaned in fear when she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and slid out of its loops. Croft grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up over her back, leaving her bottom completely exposed.

“Mmnngh mmnngh!” Mabel tried to protest, but in the next second, her breath caught and fear overtook her.

Smooth leather caressed her nut sac in an almost loving manner.

“Real girls don’t have little nuts between their legs,” Croft said, “If you wanna be a real girl so bad, let me help you get rid of them!”

SWISH THWACK SWISH THWACK SWISH THWACK.

“MMMMMNGH!” Mabel howled as the man whipped her balls with his belt. Bent over the table with her hands tied, she had no way to escape. She could only lie there and scream, shaking with agony as Croft landed blow after blow between her legs!

“Looks like they’re still hanging on! Do you think I should keep going?” Croft taunted Mabel. He grabbed her sac with one hand and squeezed.

Mabel’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her toes curled in her shoes and her knees shook from the sheer intense agony that raced from her crotch to every part of her body.

“Or do you want to admit that you’re not a real girl?” Croft sneered.

Mabel was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. There was nothing else she do but nod tearfully.

“Mnngh mt mgn mnngh mnnngh…” she mumbled into her gag.

“I didn’t get that!” Croft taunted, clenching his fist tighter.

“MMN NGHT NNGH NNHGH GNNGH!” Mabel wailed, eyes rolling back into her head as the pain sapped all her strength.

Croft opened his hand and walked around to stand in front of the young sissy. He dug the rag out of her mouth and then grabbed her face.

“Now was that so hard?” he asked almost kindly, “Why don’t you say it again so that you remember?”

“M’not a real girl,” Mabel sniffed.

“What are you?”

“A sissy,” Mabel admitted.

“Yes,” Croft agreed with a cruel smile, “A pathetic, disgusting little sissy. Not a girl, never a girl. Understood?”

Mabel nodded quickly, hoping to stave off more punishment.

“Good,” Croft ran his hand down her back, soothing her trembling form.

“Look at you,” the man tutted, “You went to all this effort, pretending to be respectable, as if you could ever be a functioning part of society when your dick and balls don’t even work anymore!”

“Nooo,” Mabel whimpered, “I… I can be good. I’m… I’m in college!!” she protested weakly.

Croft shook his head, “Respectable people don’t have pathetic little cocklettes or useless balls between their legs!” he said as he lifted his belt again.

“The only career a sissy should have is as a toilet and cum-dump!”

Mabel’s eyes widened.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SLAP SWISH SMACK THWACK

The belt landed on her exposed butt, the backs of her thighs, on her pink hole, across her balls, everywhere!

Blow after vicious blow drove the breath from Mabel’s lungs as she tried to plead for mercy.

“OH OH PLEASE NO STOP PLEASE I’M SORRY I’M SORRY!”

But the blows didn’t stop. It took Mabel a painfully long time to realize what Croft wanted.

“I’M A TOILET I’M A TOILET I’M A CUM-DUMP I’M A CUM-DUMP. A SISSY IS A TOILET AND A CUM-DUMP!”

Mabel screamed as loud as she could over and over again.

Croft stopped.

Mabel’s throat was sore from her screaming and her face was a mess, her light make up and her mascara completely smeared by now.

She sobbed as she lay limply on the table, trembling from the pain of the terrible punishment.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it now?” Croft grunted, he massaged Mabel’s sore ass.

“Even though a pathetic sissy like you can’t ever be a respectable functioning member of society or a real girl, you can be a good little sissy by acknowledging that you’re meant to be a toilet and a cum-hole.”

He stroked her hair gently.

“With a little work, you could even be a good toilet and a good cum-dump!”

Those cruel words filled Mabel with despair. She had worked so hard to get out of a troubled life and what Croft said went against every thought and dream she had for herself. But if Mabel wanted to survive this horrible encounter, she had to do as he said!

Sniffling, Mabel mustered up the courage to whisper “I can be a good toilet and cum-dump.”

“That’s the spirit,” Croft grunted, sounding quite pleased. He pulled Mabel up and shoved her onto her knees on the dirty floor. He crouched and ripped the front of her dress open to expose her tiny tits.

“Show me how you will be a good toilet and a cum-dump,” Croft said cruelly.

Mabel opened her mouth slowly.

SMACK

“No hesitation! Toilets should always be open and waiting for piss!” Croft growled.

“Yessir!” Mabel whimpered, nodding so that he could see that she understood.

Croft unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was hard already, a thick slab of meat that would no doubt be splitting Mabel wide open later. She shivered at the thought.

“The entire purpose of a good toilet is to be filled with piss. Beg for it!”

“Please sir, I’m a toilet, I’m a pathetic sissy toilet please let me be your urinal, please use me!” The words surged up from deep inside her, making her feel ashamed and humiliated. But she had no time to dwell on it, instead opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.

Croft looked down at her with a cruel smirk. He took a step forward and then put the tip of his veiny cock on Mabel’s tongue. He rubbed the bulbous head onto the soft muscle, then all over Mabel’s nose and mouth, laughing when she grimaced.

He finally returned his cock to its first position, then began to void his bladder.

Pungent, sour piss gushed into Mabel’s mouth. Her eyes watered as the horrible taste hit her nose.

Almost abruptly, the stream stopped.

“Flush,” Croft said simply.

Mabel didn’t want to.

Croft pinched her nose shut and warned her in a menacing tone, “If you spill I’m beating your nuts off!”

Terrified, Mabel sealed her lips around the tip of Croft’s cock and swallowed.

Croft nodded, the cruel smirk back on his face. Satisfied that he had driven the point home, he pushed his dick further into Mabel’s mouth and began relieving himself again.

Thought fled from Mabel’s mind. The only thing left was the scorching liquid that filled her mouth and how fast she could swallow.

Gulp after gulp, Mabel frantically guzzled the urine as it left Croft’s bladder, fearful of the consequences if she failed.

After what seemed like an eternity, the stream of pee slowed to a stop and Croft groaned in satisfaction.

“Sissies should show their gratitude for being allowed to fulfill their purpose!” he growled.

“Thank you for your piss, sir,” Mabel babbled mindlessly, “Thank you for letting me be your urinal, for giving a disgusting sissy like me a purpose!”

Croft chuckled in amusement. No doubt, he was pleased at how quickly Mabel went from insisting she was a respectable girl to proclaiming that being a urinal gave her life meaning!

“What’s the other purpose of a sissy?” he prompted her.

Mabel sobbed before speaking again. As much as she hated the words, she knew she would have to say them.

“I’m a c…cum-dump sir, please store your cum in my holes, My pussy and my mouth are happy to serve you!”

Croft snorted.

“Only real girls get to call their hole a pussy, a slit, or a cunt! You’re a sissy! You have a boicunt, a sissyslit, or an asspussy. Make no mistake, there’s a difference! The holes of real girls may receive respect and worship. But sissy holes need to be disrespected!!”

The man growled, slapping Mabel to get his point across.

Mabel quickly corrected herself, whimpering the degrading words out loud, “Please sir, I’m a pathetic disgusting cum-dump. If it’s not too much trouble, please store your precious cum in my asspussy or my cocksleeve mouth…”

“Much better!” Croft nodded with a cruel grin.

He pulled Mabel up once more and dragged her towards the door.

The older man shoved Mabel outside into the cool air of the night. He pulled her half naked form across the yard until they stopped in front of her 1998 Honda Civic.

There, Croft bent Mabel over the cold hood of the car and squeezed her badly bruised balls.

“What do you say to a man who’s going to destroy your asspussy?” Croft growled.

As much as Mabel hated it, she knew that there was only one correct answer.

“Thank you, sir,” Mabel whimpered, trying to contain her voice. “Thank you for destroying my asspussy! Please use it as your cum-dump!” It was late at night and the likelihood of people passing by was low, she didn’t want to be seen like this, naked and bent over her own car, about to be assfucked by a dominant man.

The pressure on her balls was released, exchanged for the blunt head of Croft’s thick cock.

Mabel moaned pathetically as her tight shithole was slowly broken apart. While she wore assplugs and fingered her ass from time to time, it was nowhere near the sheer girth of the cock currently forcing its way into her defenseless sphincter.

The little ring of muscle was stretched to breaking, valiantly attempting to close around the huge fuckpole that was invading it.

“Hnngh, hnngh, hnngh!”

Mabel’s pained whimpers seemed to echo off the surrounding cars, broken up only by Croft’s grunts of pleasure.

There was nothing Mabel could to but lie there, cheek pressed to the weathered blue paint of her beloved car as her rectum struggled to accommodate the massive intruder. Croft’s shallow thrusts rubbed Mabel’s chest against the cold metal, making her nipples harden into little pebbles.

“Fuck yes, I love tight sissyslits!” Croft huffed when at long last he bottomed out in Mabel’s asshole.

He pulled himself almost all the way out, then drove his cock home with one powerful thrust.

A strangled noise escaped Mabel’s throat.

Was that… was that a zing from her G-spot?!

Croft pulled out and fucked into her again.

Mabel yelped again, tears watering from pain and pleasure.

The cock in her shithole was so thick that the entire length of it was pressing against Mabel’s prostate. Her cocklette twitched and jumped in its birdcage at the sensation.

SLAP. SLAP. SMACK. SCHWAP.

Croft set a steady rhythm, seemingly single minded in his determination to destroy Mabel’s poor little asspussy. Every time Croft slammed his cock all the way in, it felt like the friction could start a fire in Mabel’s ass. And yet at the same time, it was putting pressure on Mabel’s prostate, and making her whimper in pleasure.

She could feel herself start to leak, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the older man who was currently raping her shithole!

“See? This is why sissies are meant to be cum-dumps,” Croft told her with a hint of amusement in his voice. “No other person would enjoy being assraped like this, would they?”

The answer was of course, they would not.

Mabel was horrified. Her body was beginning to respond to the presence of a dominant man. The pleasure from her boicunt only grew each time Croft fucked into it.

It was as if her body was actually, really meant to be fucked?

“Nnnngh … no they mmngh would not,” Mabel finally admitted in between moans.

“So tell me, what do you think you are?” Croft asked. This time, his tone was a little gentler, a little kinder.

“I’m mnnghn hnnghn a pathetic disgusting mmnngh ooongh sissy, a toilet, a mmmmngh cum-dump,” Mabel moaned softly, tears forming in her eyes again. This time, they weren’t tears of fear or pain. They were tears of grief because she was beginning to realize that all her efforts were in vain.

The chaos in Mabel’s mind mirrored the chaotic sensations wracking her whole body. The brutal punishment from earlier had left her sore. The repeated impact of Croft’s hips against her abused bottom didn’t help either. But pressure was beginning to build behind her little cock cage, in the depths of her navel where Croft’s thick cock seemed to reach. Her sissy slit was beginning to quiver with pleasure because of the simulation to her prostate. The cold metal of the car rubbed against her sensitive nipples, making Mabel shiver all over. Worst of all, her cocklette, which had been limp for a long time, was hardening!

The warring sensations and her body’s own strange response left Mabel so despondent and confused that she could only cry.

Then and there, tied up and braced on the hood of her own car, Mabel came to realize something. She was never going to become a respectable career woman. She was a sissy who had just gulped down a load of piss and whose stiff cocklette was dripping nonstop from having her asspussy destroyed in the dirty compound lot of a tow company!

Freedom, independence, those were concepts for other people, respectable people, decent people. Not sissies like Mabel. The realization filled Mabel with shame. She had tried so hard to be something she was not! She thought she was staying true to herself by taking hormone pills and feminizing herself, but the truth was Mabel wasn’t true to herself at all. Because the true nature of a sissy was not as a respectable, upstanding member of society. By trying to make a better life for herself, Mabel was denying her truth, that as a sissy, she was nothing more than a toilet and a cum-dump.

But like Croft had told her earlier, Mabel could still be a GOOD toilet and a GOOD cum-dump. She didn’t have to let her pitiful sissy nature prevent her from living a fulfilling life. It just meant that her fulfillment would come from serving as a living urinal and cum-receptacle instead!

The thought chased away some of the humiliation and shame that Mabel felt as she was being assraped. No, sissies couldn’t be raped if their purpose was to serve cock, right? She was being assfucked, or being used as she should be.

Mabel began to relax, letting herself sag wholly against the hood of her car. She pushed her hips backwards to meet Croft’s punishing thrusts.

Croft made a sound of approval then leaned over Mabel, covering her petite frame with his own larger one. In this position, Mabel could feel the warmth radiating from his larger body and it warmed her wretched sissy heart.

“Come to your senses then, little sissy?” he growled in Mabel’s ear.

“Yes sir,” Mabel said softly, still sniffling a little, “I’m a pitiful little sissy whose purpose in life is to serve as a urinal and a cum-dump.”

This time, they were not words meant to appease the man who was fucking her, but a simple statement of a fact.

“Good,” Croft sounded very pleased.

“Thank you sir, thank you for showing me my place!” Mabel gasped as the man picked up his pace, punishing her asspussy relentlessly. He lifted Mabel’s hips with one hand and drove his cock downwards instead of fowards.

“AHHHHH!” Mabel’s scream pierced the night. Her prostate, which was already being massaged relentlessly by Croft’s girthy length, had just been pummeled with a terrible cock blow.

Pleasure and pain exploded through Mabel’s body as one, addling her mind completely. Her cocklette oozed sissy goo with every subsequent pile-driving stroke as the pressure in her crotch mounted.

Then, it happened.

Mabel felt pleasure overtake every single ache. It started in her asspussy, where Croft was abusing her prostate, spreading outwards to her twitching cocklette and swinging balls, up her spine to her tingling nipples, to her wide-eyed, gasping face, then down to her curling toes.

Mabel’s boicunt clenched and convulsed repeatedly. Her cocklette strained against its cruel metal cage, leaking sissy slick without pause. All of Mabel’s limbs shook and shivered uncontrollably as she had her first ever purely anal sissygasm in a dirty, grimy tow yard.

“See, sissy,” Croft said pityingly, “See how much better it is when you accept your true nature?”

“Yes sir. Thank you for showing me!” Mabel moaned softly.

It was easily the most powerful orgasm that Mabel had ever had, and it was thanks to the man who had pissed in her mouth, destroyed her boicunt, and taught her what she really was.

Croft continued to drive his cock into Mabel’s ass, sending out delightful little aftershocks with each pump of his hips.

“Fuuuuuck!” Croft groaned long and loud as he finally shot his cum into Mabel’s little sissy hole.

Mabel moaned in response, the sensation of cum surging into her asspussy felt strangely right. It was her purpose after all.

Croft fucked her boicunt a couple more times before pulling out slowly. He grabbed Mabel’s head and directed her face to where her traitorous cocklette had made a mess of her car’s hood.

Without him asking, Mabel understood her duty. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick it clean.

As Mabel cleaned, she felt large fingers untie the bonds around her wrists. Immediately after, there was the crunch of gravel as Croft walked away.

There was no need for the restraints anymore, and there was no need for him to direct her around. Mabel now understood everything.

When Mabel finished cleaning off the car, she limped back to the dingy building, wincing as her sissy hole protested.

Croft was sitting in his chair, his cock still out of his pants.

Mabel crossed the room and dropped to her knees. Croft looked down at her impassively.

“Thank you sir, for showing me my place,” Mabel said in a tiny voice. She sucked his softened cock into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. The tool that Croft used to give Mabel her epiphany had to be appreciated properly.

“And what is your place?” Croft asked. He pulled out a new cigarette, lighting it with a match. He took a long drag and huffed the smoke into Mabel’s face.

“It’s in front of every real man’s cock, serving them as a piss and cum-hole, sir,” Mabel said quietly. The idea of serving men all the time, draining their balls and their bladders, made Mabel a little nervous. But the hard assfucking that Croft gave her had rattled something into place. The reason she struggled so hard in highschool, in college, in work, was because she hadn’t actually found her place.

But serving men, as scary as it sounded, it felt right.

“You gonna keep pretending to be respectable?” Croft asked evenly, eyeing Mabel.

Mabel shook her head.

“No sir,” she said softly, “Respectable people don’t have pathetic little cocklettes or useless balls between their legs. I’m a disgusting sissy.”

Mabel sniffed a little, feeling a little sad that it had taken her so long to realize this. Now that she knew though, she could dedicate her life to being a good toilet and cum-dump! And maybe if she worked hard enough, she could even become a great one! Mabel wiped away her tears resolutely and looked up at Croft.

“Sir, would you train me be a good urinal and cum-dump?”

A look of approval overcame Croft’s features. He nodded with a cruel little smile.

“Of course, sissy. You need to be kept in your place anyway.”

Butterflies erupted in Mabel’s stomach.

From now on, she would know her rightful place!

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(1 year later….)

“Is this Tow-tal Solutions, are you still open?” a frazzled young man asked as he entered the building.

Mabel stood up and smiled over the counter.

“Yes it is. We’re open until 7pm! I’m Sissy Mabel! How may I help you?” she asked.

The young man boggled at her, eyes nearly falling out of his skull.

This was a reaction that Mabel often got nowadays in part because of her greeting and in part because of her uniform. Sissies didn’t get to be ‘respectable’ and for that reason she was wearing a mesh top that left nothing to the imagination. Her growing tits were on display and her name tag was on her right nipple while the other had bell dangling from it. Master was kind enough to let her pick which nipple she wanted to wear her name tag in each day.

“I got a notice that my car was towed,” the young man said, handing the notice over to Mabel.

Mabel read it and nodded.

“Do you have the payment?” She asked politely.

The young man nodded with a sigh. With a forlorn look, he slapped 3 hundred dollar bills on the counter.

“Alright sir, let me just see your id and I’ll process this right away!”

Mabel took a moment to type the information into the computer, then got up to head to the back.

She heard a choked off sound and felt her face flush.

That was also a very regular response to the see-through skirt that displayed the glass tunnel plug and inverted cock cage that Mabel wore all day. And the tattoo across her lower back that said ‘CUM INSIDE’ with and arrow pointing between her buttcheeks.

“Sir, we have a Adrian Belford is here for the 2020 Honda Accord we towed yesterday, License plate OKD-F23,” Mabel called to her master.

Master appeared at the doorway. He looked from the young man, Adrian, to Mabel, then back again.

“Alright Mr Belford. I’ll take you round back to your car, follow me,” Master said in his usual grumpy tone.

“Oh before that, is there a restroom I can use?” Adrian asked.

Mabel dropped to her knees immediately and opened her mouth, tilting her head back.

“Yeah, there,” Master said, pointing at Mabel.

Adrian was frozen in place, eyes wide in disbelief. “Is that… is this… is that really okay?”

“She’s a sissy. They’re all urinals and cum-dumps anyway.” Master waved off Adrian’s concerns.

The younger man obviously needed some encouragement, so Mabel shuffled forwards on her knees, hoping that her eagerness showed.

Slowly, the young man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Mabel latched onto the soft organ immediately and sucked hard.

“HNNGH!”

Caught off guard by the impressive suction, the young man began to piss reflexively. Mabel smiled up at him as she gulped down the horrendous stream of urine.

Once upon a time, the idea of drinking piss repulsed Mabel. But now, after a year of serving as a full time urinal and cum-dump for her Master, it was a comforting act. Mabel knew that she was a pathetic disgusting sissy with a useless dickie and balls. She knew she was undeserving of respect. And she knew that her purpose in life was to be a urinal and a cum-dump.

So whenever someone pissed in her or came in her, Mabel knew she was fulfilling her life’s purpose.

When the young man emptied his bladder completely, Mabel cleaned up his cock and tucked him back into his trousers.

“Thank you for using me as a urinal, sir!” Mabel chirped.

The young man looked disturbed, but he quickly followed Master out to the tow yard.

Mabel returned to her work.

It had been a solid year of serving Master and all the cocks that came to Tow-tal Solutions. Mabel had given up her college degree, her flat, and almost all of her possessions to come and live with her master. Sissies had no need of those things after all because sissies couldn’t be respectable people.

It was hard at times, of course, but Mabel could honestly say she didn’t regret it. Master taught her that it wasn’t the size of her tits or her cocklette that made her a sissy. No, it was her innate patheticness and the fulfillment she found in serving cocks that made her a sissy. When Mabel let go of the dream of freedom that she thought she wanted, and allowed herself to embrace her own wretched nature, she had finally found peace.

Life now was simple. Mabel helped her Master to run the tow company, serving as receptionist, toilet, and cum-hole whenever required. In return, he gave her food, shelter, 24/7 dominance, and a constant reminder of her place in life. Mabel had redecorated the building so that despite its dingy exterior, the interior was a lot more put together and welcoming. Business had increased over the year, mostly due to the factory workers who, after finding out that Tow-tal Solutions had an in-house sissy, recommended the company to anyone who would listen. Mabel was happy to serve them all.

Mabel sorted through the recent tows and stacked them neatly in a tray. She would enter them into the system tomorrow. She looked up when she heard the purr of an engine. The silver Honda Accord slowly pulled out of the tow yard. The young man still had a vaguely shocked expression on his face.

“Sissy!” Master hollered from outside, “Close up and meet me out back! Bring your shots!”

Mabel hastened to obey. Shutting the doors, flipping the sign, and then grabbing her shots from the mini fridge. She crossed the yard to where her master was waiting for her.

Ever since that first night where master had fucked Mabel over her car, he had taken a liking to it. He often fucked her near or over it, forcing her to look at the last bit of her old life as he pounded her asspussy.

Master tapped the hood.

“Up, spread.”

Mabel obeyed, pulling up her mesh skirt as she did so. She spread her legs wide open, propping herself up on her elbows.

Master took the needle from Mabel’s hand and grabbed her tiny ballsac.

“Left or right,” he grumped at her.

Mabel giggled, blushing a little. Master didn’t have to let her pick, but he always did anyway.

“Left,” she said.

Master pinched her left ball, which was nothing more than the size of a grape now, and then jabbed the needle in.

Mabel gasped, then moaned, whimpering as the plunger was depressed.

Oral pills could get the job done, but master said hormone injections were better. He insisted on doing them in Mabel’s worthless nutsac to drive home how pathetic she was and honestly, Mabel couldn’t agree more! Each time master stuck her balls with the needle, Mabel felt a rush of submissiveness and humiliation which comforted her deeply.

Master pulled away, tucking the needle back into its plastic casing. He flicked his cigarette away and then glanced at Mabel.

“It’s been a year, sissy slut,” he stated.

“Yes master,” Mabel agreed. She rubbed at her sore nut, then slid her butt off the hood of her car. The tunnel plug in her ass shifted, making her wince.

Master jerked his head at the vehicle.

“Look inside,” he instructed.

Puzzled, Mabel tried the door closest to her.

To her surprise, it swung open.

There in the driver’s seat, were two framed photographs.

Mabel picked the first one up, eyes widening in shock and happiness.

It was her own cum-covered face staring back at her in full colour! The caption under it read ‘Cum-Dump of the Year’. The second photo was similar, only this time it was her with a mouthful of piss and it was labeled ‘Urinal of the Year’.

“M’gonna hang em up in the office,” Master said conversationally. There was a cruel tilt to his lips.

Every single customer would see Mabel’s slutty sissy nature. It would be utterly humiliating but also completely appropriate because Mabel wasn’t a respectable person anyway.

More importantly though, it was a confirmation that Mabel was doing well in her duties. She felt her cheeks heat up, happy and proud that she was at least fulfilling her life’s purpose properly.

“Thank you sir,” she said softly, a tiny smile on her face.

Sir didn’t reply, just spun her around, yanked her tunnel plug out, then fucked into Mabel’s shithole.

As Mabel moaned and whimpered under the brutal fucking her master gave her, she knew in her heart that her car getting towed was the best thing that ever happened to her!.

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