Me and the sissy system part 4

This is the 4th part of the story "Me and the sissy system". Let me tell you how my life changed when I found a online master.

After the last encounter, my house owner had become a completely different person. He used to call me by my name or “child,” but now he calls me “sissy,” “slut,” or “whore.” He slaps my ass whenever I walk past him, and whenever he’s horny he just walks in and uses me like some kind of living sex toy.

Yes, it’s not entirely his fault. After my last level-up I had become much hornier and sluttier. I let him do whatever he wants with me.

I almost forgot to mention what changed after I completed the task. First, I received my reward: Sub Space. It’s like an invisible bag that only I can access. I don’t need to carry anything physically. Whenever I say “Sub Space,” a screen appears in front of me and I can store my dresses, heels, makeup, and everything else inside it.

Second, I levelled up again. Just like last time, my cock has shrunk while my ass and nipples have grown noticeably bigger. My face has become a little more feminine and I can now tie my hair into a proper ponytail. I’m also constantly horny, and I’ve started feeling far more pleasure from anal and blowjobs.

It’s been two months since I submitted to my house owner. I got a new phone and SIM card and started using it to connect with online bulls. I’ve grown to love being degraded by strangers online.

That day I came back from college and was scrolling through posts when a message popped up:

“Hey slut, do you want to be my slave?”

I instantly replied, “Yes Daddy, I want to be your slave.”

Five minutes later he replied:

“Good girl. But if you want to be my slave, you have to do whatever I say without asking questions. Are you up for it?”

I thought about it for a few minutes and was about to reply when the system popped up:

“Do you want to enter into a contract with *****?”

The name was hidden. I asked the system what would happen if I accepted the contract.

“If you enter the contract, the system will force you to obey every command from the other party. You will not be able to resist. As a sissy, you are required to obey without any restrictions.”

I thought about it for a while and finally agreed. The contract is only visible to me, and the system will make sure I complete every command from the other party.

Ten minutes later I replied to the message:

“Yes Daddy, I want to be your slave.”

He replied almost immediately:

“From now on, reply faster. Give me your number. I’ll message you there.”

I shared my number and we started chatting. He asked me everything about myself — what I do, my body measurements, my likes, whether I dress up — and I answered everything without holding back. I even sent him photos, not random ones, but naked pictures, dress-up photos, and even a video of me riding a dildo.

From that point our interactions grew much more intense. We started having daily video calls where I would dress up and put on dildo shows for him. I did whatever he commanded. He even added me to a few adult groups where he posted my photos and videos with my face blurred. I started touching myself just reading the comments under them.

He loved humiliating me. He made me dress up and walk around the road at night, and once even made me go to college at 1 a.m. dressed up. One time he made me ride a dildo near the road wearing only heels. That wasn’t even the worst part — I recorded it and sent it to the group so Daddy would praise me.

I’ve also started doing proper makeup now, so I don’t even bother blurring my face anymore. These days I let perverted uncles grope me on the bus or train, and I’ve started to enjoy it.

It was a Friday night around 10 p.m. when I received a message telling me to dress up and wait until 12. By midnight I was wearing a white mini skirt, a crop top, and blue heels. He told me to go outside. I stepped out onto the road and he messaged again, telling me to look to my left.

There was a man standing there wearing a mask.

“Hey sissy, this is my gift for you today. Happy birthday.”

I suddenly remembered it was my birthday.

The masked man grabbed me without warning and started kissing my red lips while squeezing my ass and pulling down my panties. We were still out on the open road. I tried to say, “Let’s go inside, not here,” but he just growled, “Shut up, bitch. Do as I say.”

He pushed me to my knees, took out his big, black, unwashed cock, and held it in front of my face.

“I heard you like dirty cocks. I haven’t washed it for a few days. Suck it and show me how good you are.”

The strong smell made me even hornier. Within seconds my mouth was wrapped around his cock and I was sucking him right there on the public road.

He made me suck and clean his cock for twenty minutes. Then he pulled me up, ripped open my top, bent me over, and shoved his 7-inch cock straight into me without any warning. I let out a sharp cry, but he quickly covered my mouth.

“Shut up, slut. You don’t want everyone to wake up and see you like this, do you?”

I covered my own mouth with my hand. There I was wearing only a skirt and heels getting fucked by a complete stranger on the roadside. I really didn’t want anyone to see me like that.

He was merciless. He fucked me like a cheap slut for nearly thirty minutes. Suddenly he pulled out and sprayed a huge load all over my face. Sweat, cum, and my saliva were dripping down my body. I was exhausted and collapsed onto the ground.

He grabbed me by the hair, shoved his cock back into my mouth and ordered, “Clean it, slut.”

I slowly started sucking and cleaning his shrinking cock.

When I finally woke up it was 3 a.m. and I was still lying near the road. I don’t know if anyone had seen me or taken photos. I slowly got up. My ass was burning. I walked back to my room completely naked except for the heels, leaving my torn clothes behind.

I lay down on my bed thinking it was finally over.

There was still an unread message from my master:

“Do you like it, slut? He said you enjoyed it. Don’t worry, Daddy has arranged more people for you in the coming days.”