=dear diary=

Daddy sure has been sexed up lately—maybe it's the hormone shot he gave me Wednesday. He especially can't seem to take his hands off me whenever i get an injection—maybe i'm giving off extra girly sex pheromones or something. Last night, i thought he was all ready to go to sleep & instead he started feeling up my thighs & ass. i could tell that meant something was up & i had a pretty good idea what that something was even before he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down between his legs.

"You have a nice soft touch baby," he said, encouraging me. "Rub daddy's balls."

This i did, amazed, once again, at their heft & weight. 

"Those are a real man's balls you have in your hand," he said.

"Yes, daddy."

"Not like that useless little sissy sack you have shriveling up between your soft white thighs."

It was true what he said & it turned me on to hear it & daddy knew it. 

"You know what I want baby."

"Yes daddy."

"Then do it."

i moved down between his thighs and delicately pulled his long, thick cock from his undershorts. 

"I want to feel your breath on my balls, sissy," he said.

i did as he asked, warming his balls with my breath as i played my fingers up & down the shaft. 

"That's good baby. That's real good. Now put it in your mouth."

i licked up & dow the length of him & opened my mouth until the hinges of my jaws ached. Then i slowly fed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. 

"You're like a baby with a bottle with that cock in your mouth, aren't you?"

"mmm-mmm," i agreed. 

Yes, that's precisely how i felt. If i could take all my nourishment from a man's cock—or, at least, a cock-shaped bottle—i would. A fantasy surrounding that idea began to take shape in my imagination while i sucked away contentedly at daddy's cock.

He interrupted the little x-rated movie playing in my head by introducing another idea. "I think I'm going to get your ass tattooed." He reached down & traced his fingernail at the top of my left cheek. "Right here. A heart and inside it will say 'born to suck cock.' Would you like that baby?"

"mmmm-mmm…"

"Maybe when we're down in Philadelphia next week, we'll get it done. I'm going to work on designing it. I have to pick out an appropriate script. Something very femmy, very sissy. Dammit, the way you work that cock, it's something else. You really were born to suck cock, weren't you baby?"

"mmmmmm-mmmmmmm…."

He might mean it, too, about the tattoo. He's already had my nipples & navel pierced. That was in Manhattan, in the East Village, one cold winter night. i was wearing a tight red dress & red high-heeled sandals. Daddy pulled up my dress so the tattooist could work on my bellybutton. It was clear that i had more in my panties than a genetic girl ought to have. i was terribly embarrassed but that was part of the point, i guess. Daddy was showing me off & teaching me that i had no choice in the matter. My discomfort was unimportant. It was what Daddy wanted that counted. And he wanted total control. The tattooist remained thoroughly professional. He didn't seem at all surprised when, earlier, piercing my nipples, he saw my boyish chest—this was before i started on hormones—and he didn't seem surprised now when he saw the tell-tale bulge in my panties. i tried to comfort myself by thinking he'd seen it all before. And i suppose he had. But even so, it was my first time being exposed like this & i was suspended between submissive bliss & survival terror. Would Daddy really take me to a tattoo parlor next week & have my ass tattooed with a heart inscribed with the words "Born to suck cock." He very well might. Do i want such a tattoo? If he wants me to have it, yes.

"I want you on the floor," he says, interrupting my thoughts once again. "I want to cum with you on the floor."

i'm a little confused at first but then i get what he means. He wants me kneeling on the side of the bed while i finish sucking him to climax. i quickly slide off the side of the bed & onto the floor. i'm already kneeling by the time he sits up, his cock erect & his balls hanging in my face. 

"Start with the balls," he says. "Give them a good licking first."

i start all over again…licking his balls, holding his cock up, jerking it up and down with my fingers. One at a time, i suck his balls into my mouth & gently tongue them. Then i begin sucking his cock in earnest, taking it all the way in, cupping his balls under my chin, & working my head up and down his shaft. He spurts a few times to relieve some pressure, but he's intent on making it last as long as possible. He tells me to take his cock out of my mouth, rub it on my cheeks, & tell him in my most sissyish, lisping voice how i want him to cum in my slutty mouth.

"oh pweeze Daddy, come in my slutty thitthy mouth, pwetty pwetty pweeze?"

"Okay baby, put it back in your mouth & I'll give you what you need. Make those mewling sissy sounds you make when you want Daddy's cum," he says and i do it, i moan & mewl & whimper for his magna cum load.

He doesn't leave me waiting long for my reward. He climaxes, his cock & balls drenched in my saliva, which, mixed with his cum, is dripping onto my thighs despite my efforts to swallow every drop. 

When he's finished, his cock slips from my lips & i continue kneeling there at his feet, my head against his thick, hairy thigh, his hand playing absently in my hair, petting me, like a good slave, like a good little sissybitch. i feel wrecked & broken & perfectly content to be wrecked & broken. i feel like i could stay there on the floor at his feet like that forever. Eventually, though, Daddy reaches down & pulls me up, kisses me, tells me i'm the best little sisswife ever & helps me onto the bed. There he pulls me close & cuddles me up until i'm drifting off to sleep with his big, tattooed arms wrapped around me & his warm heavy hand planted firmly on my pantied ass, claiming ownership of me—& me—i'm so perfectly happy to be owned.