Mr. Johnson's Sissy

Rick nervously adjusted his tie as he stood outside the imposing mahogany door. He had been working at the company for a few months now, and while he enjoyed the fast-paced environment, his boss, Mr. Johnson, had always made him uneasy. There was something about the way he looked at Rick, like he was a piece of meat ready to be devoured.

Taking a deep breath, Rick knocked on the door. “Come in,” Mr. Johnson’s deep voice called out.

Rick entered the office, his heart pounding in his chest. Mr. Johnson was sitting behind his desk, his eyes glued to his computer screen. “Ah, Rick,” he said, looking up at him. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your performance.”

Rick gulped, trying to hide his nervousness. “Yes, sir? Is there something wrong?”

Mr. Johnson leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. “On the contrary, Rick. I think you have great potential. But I believe you could be so much more.”

Rick furrowed his brow, confused. “What do you mean, sir?”

Mr. Johnson stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of Rick. He placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm. “I think it’s time we had a little chat, Rick. About your future here at the company.”

Rick’s eyes widened as Mr. Johnson’s hand slid down his chest, stopping at his belt. “I-I don’t understand, sir. What are you saying?”

Mr. Johnson chuckled, his voice low and seductive. “Oh, I think you understand perfectly, Rick. I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way you tremble when I’m near you. You’re a sissy, aren’t you?”

Rick’s face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He had always been drawn to older men, but he never thought Mr. Johnson would notice. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” he stammered, even though he knew it was a lie.

Mr. Johnson smirked, his hand now resting on Rick’s crotch. “Don’t lie to me, sissy. I know what you want. And I can give it to you.”

Rick’s breath hitched as he felt Mr. Johnson’s fingers press against his hardening cock. “Please, sir,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Please what, sissy?” Mr. Johnson growled, his hand now massaging Rick’s bulge. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, sir,” Rick blurted out, his inhibitions lowering with each passing second. “I want you to make me your sissy.”

Mr. Johnson grinned, his eyes dark with lust. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you ready for your new role.”

He led Rick over to the couch in the corner of the office, pushing him down onto the cushions. “First things first, sissy. You need to learn how to please a man.”

Rick nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Mr. Johnson’s crotch. “Yes, sir. Teach me.”

Mr. Johnson unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. “Suck it, sissy,” he commanded, stroking himself slowly.

Rick leaned forward, taking Mr. Johnson’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more of Mr. Johnson’s length into his throat with each pass.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mr. Johnson groaned, his hand tangling in Rick’s hair. “You’re a natural little cocksucker.”

Rick moaned around Mr. Johnson’s cock, his own dick throbbing in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to please his boss, to show him how much he wanted to be his sissy.

After a few minutes, Mr. Johnson pulled Rick off his cock, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip. “Enough foreplay, sissy. It’s time for the main event.”

He pushed Rick down onto the couch, flipping him over so he was on his hands and knees. Rick’s heart raced with anticipation as he felt Mr. Johnson’s hands on his hips, pulling his pants down to his ankles.

Mr. Johnson spanked Rick’s ass, the sound echoing through the office. “This ass is mine now, sissy. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”

Rick whimpered with need, his hole contracting in anticipation. “Please, sir,” he begged, looking back at Mr. Johnson over his shoulder. “Fuck me. Make me your sissy.”

Mr. Johnson grinned, lining his cock up with Rick’s entrance. “As you wish, sissy.”

He pushed forward, his thick cock sliding into Rick’s tight hole. Rick cried out at the sudden intrusion, his walls stretching to accommodate Mr. Johnson’s girth. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Mr. Johnson groaned, his hips snapping forward.

He set a brutal pace, slamming into Rick’s ass with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, mixing with Rick’s moans and Mr. Johnson’s grunts of pleasure.

Rick’s cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum onto the couch below him. He had never been fucked like this before, so hard and rough. It was everything he had ever dreamed of.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Mr. Johnson panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m going to fill this sissy pussy with my cum.”

“Please, sir,” Rick begged, pushing his ass back against Mr. Johnson’s cock. “Give it to me. Make me yours.”

Mr. Johnson groaned, slamming into Rick one last time before stilling. Rick could feel his cock pulsing, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into his hole.

Rick’s own cock twitched, spilling his load onto the couch without any stimulation. He had never come so hard in his life, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

Mr. Johnson collapsed on top of him, his softening cock still buried in Rick’s ass. “Good boy,” he murmured, his breath hot against Rick’s ear. “You’re my good little sissy now.”

Rick smiled, basking in the afterglow of their fucking. He knew he would never be the same again. He was Mr. Johnson’s sissy now, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

As the days turned into weeks, Rick’s life changed dramatically. Mr. Johnson took him to exclusive parties, where he would dress him up in skimpy outfits and show him off to his friends. Rick loved every minute of it, reveling in the attention and the feeling of being desired.

But it wasn’t all fun and games. Mr. Johnson also put Rick to work, having him perform sexual favors for his clients in exchange for promotions and bonuses. Rick didn’t mind, though. He loved being used, loved being Mr. Johnson’s little toy.

One day, Mr. Johnson called Rick into his office, a wicked grin on his face. “I have a special surprise for you, sissy,” he said, holding up a small, metal cage.

Rick’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “A chastity cage, sir?” he asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

Mr. Johnson nodded, walking over to Rick and pulling down his pants. “That’s right, sissy. You’re not allowed to cum anymore. Not until I say so.”

Rick whimpered as Mr. Johnson slipped the cage over his cock, locking it into place. The metal was cold against his skin, but it felt so good. He loved the idea of being denied, of being controlled by his boss.

Mr. Johnson stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “There we go, sissy. You look so pretty in that cage.”

Rick blushed, feeling a rush of excitement and humiliation. He knew he would never be able to get enough of this feeling, of being Mr. Johnson’s sissy.

From that day forward, Rick wore the chastity cage at all times, only being allowed to take it off when Mr. Johnson wanted to use him. He loved every minute of it, reveling in the feeling of being owned and controlled.

And as he knelt at Mr. Johnson’s feet, his cock straining against the metal cage, Rick knew he would never want anything else. He was Mr. Johnson’s sissy, and that was all he ever wanted to be.