I quickly ran to the mirror and double checked how I looked, then after a second knock, I ran to the door nearly tripping because I wasn't used to the heels on my boots. I opened the door, and once I confirmed it was James, I dropped to my knees.
"Stand up and walk sexy to the couch," he said as he locked the door behind him.
He dropped his backpack on the floor next to the couch and took a good look at me. "Not bad for your first attempt, I'll give you that, but you still have a long way to go."
For whatever reason, I was slightly disappointed with his reaction and I didn't understand why I felt that way. After all, it wasn't my decision to dress up like a girl for him. He could see it in my face though, and smiled in a way that signaled to me his accomplishment of breaking me down.
He performed a thorough inspection of me to make sure I was smooth, feeling me up and grabbing my ass. After he was done checking me out, he looked me in the eye and said, "listen, I'm not disappointed in your effort. Just understand that your little faggot ass shouldn't get in the habit of fishing for compliments, alright. You're a sissy bitch; a thoughtless, emotionless body for alpha men to use as they please. That is and should always be your goal. Don't get it twisted and start thinking you'll ever earn the kind of respect that a woman deserves. The only compliment a sissy gets is when a man shoots that thick warm spunk because you did your job right, got it?"
"Yes Daddy," I replied.
"Good, now let's get started on your training, and if you're a good little sissy, I'll let you suck my cock for a while. I don't have all night though, so be a good girl and drop back down on your knees."
I dropped to my knees with my bottom resting on the backs of my legs. Then he did a quick walk around me again. "Nope, your posture is all wrong," he told me. "You need to stick that ass out at all times. Here, arch your back in as much as possible."
He put one hand on my lower back and one on my chest, pushing in opposite directions, causing my chest to push forward and my butt to stick out behind. "That's better. Keeping your back arched in and your ass out is a submissive posture," he said. "And when an alpha male is in your presence, you need to maintain it. This shows him that you accept the beta status, and he doesn't have to worry about you challenging his dominance over you, got it?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Good. Now do you know why it shows that?"
I responded, "because that's how a girl poses?"
He explained, "not necessarily, but a lot of females will use that posture to attract a male. Betas, however, do it to let the alphas know that they are willing and ready to be used. With some species of animals, the alpha asserts his dominance by penetrating not just the females, but the weaker males as well. The betas understand they must either act the female role and accept it or be forced to fight--just like what took place in the parking lot the other night. You see, an alpha would have fought me in that situation, even if it meant losing. If you make the cowardly decision not to fight, like you did, simply submitting isn't enough. In our human world, we need to take extra steps to show dominance and submission. Seeing as our species wears clothing, the beta must dress and act feminine for the alpha as well. An alpha is not going to want to use a beta wearing something like him. It's insulting, and human betas need to understand that they can't just simply act feminine, they need to look the part as well. Does that make sense?"
"Yes Daddy," I replied, nervous as he seemed to be taking the sissy thing in a direction in which I had feared, and that was anal penetration. It was starting to become clearer that his sexual intentions with me were going to be more than just blowjobs... However, his explanation actually made sense to me. I had definitely seen male dogs mount other male dogs before to establish dominance. I wondered if maybe some of what he was saying was true, and humans also feel the urge to do this.
Throughout the afternoon, he worked with me on my posture and how I carried myself. Doing things like having me walk up and down the hallway. Learning to not just walk in heels, but also to stride like a woman. To always let my wrists hang loose or curl back; sway my hips; and walk with one foot in front of the other. He also wanted me to tone down my deep voice. He wasn't necessarily making me talk high pitched, but more of a calm whisper. He had me say "yes Daddy," over and over in an innocent/sexy tone.
Eventually, he brought me back into position on my knees in front of the couch. He reached into his bag and pulled out a rubber looking object shaped like a spade. It didn't take me long to realize it was a butt plug; I had seen them in porn before. "An essential part of a sissy's wardrobe," he said, holding it in front of me. "A novice sissy like yourself needs to wear these regularly to train her tight little virgin hole... An experienced sissy needs to wear these because her dumb little faggot brain can't think with the absence of something stretching her holes."
In the back of my head, I knew it would come to this, but until that point, I had remained hopeful that blowjobs would be the extent of it. Then again, he was requiring me to keep my entire body smooth, and that should've been a clear indication that he was planning to use more than just my mouth. I actually wasn't even considering the butt plug a dilemma. At that point, I was certain that he was planning to take my "virginity" from me sooner than later. And seeing as though I was giving into everything else, I would certainly allow him the satisfaction of having his way with me. Again, the thought of just letting him beat me up instead, played through my mind, but it was much too late. I had to keep reminding myself that I was being blackmailed.
He pulled out a bottle of lube and squirted a drop onto the plug. "That should help ease the tension for you. Isn't that thoughtful of me?" He asked.
"Yes Daddy," I replied.
"You should be sure to appreciate that too. Just so you know, it's 100% your responsibility to keep your hole ready, not mine. An alpha will not care if it hurts you or not, so unless you're the type of cock loving faggot that likes it rough like that, I'd keep it lubed and ready at all times. What an alpha will not definitely not tolerate though, is a lack of cleanliness. Remember that your ass is a pussy now. So make sure you always present it as such. I'll leave you with a kit to use for staying clean, and if you're a really good girl, maybe one day I'll buy you a bidet.
"Yes Daddy."
"Good, now get on all fours and stick that ass up just like you practiced."
"Yes Daddy," I replied then dropped to my elbows. I arched my back inward as much as possible and put my butt in the air. He walked around behind me and lifted my skirt. I felt his hand reach between my crack as he pulled my thong to the side.
"Notice I bought you outfits with easy access," he commented. "When a good sissy shops for clothes, she needs to keep in mind that she's nothing more than a quick piece of ass. Wearing sexy lingerie can turn a man on, but make sure he can access that sissy pussy quickly, just in case he's in a rush."
I wasn't sure whether or not he wanted a response, but I quickly became distracted when I felt the wet tip of the butt plug work its way down the crack of my ass. He rested the tip right on my hole and said, "just relax your muscles and let it slide in."
"Yes Daddy," I nervously replied, then exhaled as I felt the pressure of the plug pushing against my hole. It took a bit of force until my hole finally started opening up to receive it. My muscles immediately tensed up, and I felt a sharp pain. I started to shriek, and thankfully he stopped pushing, but he wasn't happy about it.
"What did I say bitch, relax and don't fight it. It won't hurt if you just relax."
"Sorry Daddy," I replied.
I relaxed my muscles the best I could. I could feel my hole stretching as the width of the plug expanded. Then finally the biggest part of it had gone in, and my hole closed back up, sucking the plug into me, leaving only the round bottom of it, which had a purple jewel on it.
The painful part was over, but I could feel the pressure from the plug inside me still. My eyes began to tear up. I felt violated in a way that I never had before, and I knew that was what he wanted my reaction to be, and while clearly seeing the tears ruining my makeup, he smiled. "Better get used to it bitch, that's how you're going to feel from now on. Embarrassed, ashamed, weak, pathetic; and you absolutely should feel those things too because that's what you are. You're a total disappointment, but rest assured, now you are being given a chance to make yourself useful. So embrace this opportunity; don't take it for granted."
My tears only got worse, and the more I cried, the more he liked it. I accidentally looked down, away from his face and saw a bulge in his pants. My reaction to the plug was making him hard. I tried to look back up to his face quickly, but he caught my glance.
"See something you like faggot?" He asked, as he moved his hand down and grabbed his bulge through his shorts. "I have to say, seeing you all desperate like this is a huge turn on for me. Perhaps we should take a break from your training. How about you pull my cock out now."
I sat upright with my knees flat on the ground to free up my hands, but he snapped at me for not keeping my back arched. "Fix your posture bitch; sit pretty for me. Just like a puppy ready to get its treat."
"Sorry Daddy, like this?" I asked as I spread my legs to the side and dropped my bottom to the floor with my chest forward."
"Much better," he replied.