In 2022 the state of California became the first to legally recognize the gender of Sissy. Legislation was quickly passed to confirm the criteria and governing law of Sissies in the state, as well as give Sissies free medical access for gender-specific procedures.
As the law states, any officially recognized sissy must be owned by a superior, and therefore must relinquish their rights as a free citizen.
While many government officials were unsure at first, given the potential similarity to slavery, sissy lobbyists worked diligently to ensure these men in power understood the role of a sissy and that it was their right to willing enter into a life of sexual servitude.
It's widely rumored the lobbyist accomplished this by giving some senators sissies of their own. But that's never been proven.
By 2023, the number of registered sissies exceeded two hundred thousand in the state and it quickly became normal to see them collared and dressed up in babydoll clothes or bondage gear in grocery stores and gyms. Black men were by far the largest group of owners with more than 2/3 of all registered sissies showing possession by African American males.
White males and females of several races predominantly made up the majority of the remaining third.
The rules of being a sissy were strictly enforced. If a sissy were found to be registered to another sissy the state would have to step in and separate the two. Since they were no longer citizens they often became wards of the state and were put to use in prisons, given simple menial duties, usually assisting inmates with their rehabilitation and other "activities".
The law is very clear, after you've become a sissy, you are unable to apply for citizen status again. The master is free to sell or trade their sissy, but the transaction is taxable by the state, and the given value is determined by the California Code of Sissy Appraisal, which measures sissy value by universally agreed upon criteria, to include age, height-to-weight ratio, oral and anal depth limit, anal width limit, a feminine rating and a review of their individual behavioral reports.
While it took the general population a bit to get used to this law, it's all very normal now. Citizens understand sissies are sub-standard men who achieve fulfillment through servitude to their superiors.
And it's even piqued the curiosity of many otherwise straight men in our state.
I was even overcome with curiosity myself a few months back when my gardener entered my home asking for some water. With his shirt off and his muscled brown torso dripping sweat on my kitchen floor, a thought crossed my mind I'd never admitted to having before. I had an urge to lick the sweat from his nipples as he drank.
Evidently I enjoyed the thought too long because by the time my mind came back to reality he had finished his drink and was watching me stare at him.
"What is it?", he asked. "You're not used to seeing a black man doing Mexican work around here?"
"Oh no no!" I retorted. "I wasn't thinking that at all. I don't mean to offend you sir. In fact I was only admiring your muscles."
I'm not sure why I had to throw in that last part. It really didn't need to be added.
"You checkin my muscles? What are you, some kind of sissy? What, you have an owner or something?" He said.
"No no, I'm not a sissy. And I'm definitely not racist or anything. I think this is just a terrible misunderstanding. I apologize." I continued, "if there's anything I can do to make this right please let me know. I don't want you to leave here with the wrong impression."
He looked at me with a smirk and said, "Ok white boi. You say you'll do whatever it takes to prove you're not racist. Then drop down on your knees right here in your kitchen and suck my sweaty balls."
"Now hold on a minute!" I snapped.
"No! You hold on a minute!" He interrupted. "I came in here for a simple glass of water. You come at me with your bigoted opinions about me, and you want to act like you've done nothing wrong?"
"Fuck no!" He continued. "If you're not racist, you will show me your appreciation for black men by opening your mouth and licking my balls. You're gonna do this or we are gonna have a problem. Do you want to have a problem with me?"
I was shocked and didn't have time to react or process his sudden aggression. Instead I just did exactly as I was told. Not sure what words to say, I dropped to my knees and looked up to see him grinning as he undid his fly.
When he lowered his pants and underwear there was visible steam as his hot groin was exposed to my air conditioning.
Hanging before me was a massive ten inch,semi erect black cock with two smooth balls hanging low beneath.
"What are you waiting for?" He said, "prove you ain't racist. Put my balls in your mouth."
I took a deep breath and committed myself to doing this. I leaned my head in and stuck out my tongue, sliding it up his ball sack to acclimate myself to the taste. It was salty and wet. But musky and manly. After getting the taste in my mouth I put my lips on one testicle and sucked it into my mouth gently while licking it. The one barely fit in my mouth comfortably.
"Good" he said, "now get the other one".
I let his testicle slip out of my mouth and made my way the the other one. I sucked it in my mouth and caressed it clean with my tongue.
As I did I began telling myself just how much this proves I am not racist. He will like me now and this whole ugly situation will be done with. Although I may need to get a new caretaker for my lawn, and I'll miss seeing him out there working.
During this thought I heard myself release an unintentional low moan into his balls.
I stopped sucking immediately. Holding his ball in my mouth, unmoving, I looked up to see if he noticed the sound. As my eyes met with his eyes his grin became a big white toothy smile. No words were said as he placed his large hands on either side of my head as he placed the head of his cock at my mouth.
Feeling the large fleshy head press against my soft lips was all the coaxing I needed to open my mouth and put the first four inches inside my mouth.
I'd never sucked a dick before, but I have received a blowjob or two. So I just mimicked what I saw girls do. I tried to use my lips to keep my teeth from scraping his cock. I sucked into it and bobbed my head back and forth.
"Oh shit baby! I didn't know you liked the cock." He said, as I worked his enormous penis like an oversized popsicle.
I moaned more as he pushed against the back of my head with his hands, pressing the head of his cock deeper and deeper into the back of my mouth.
"Oh god baby, yes! Suck my cock you slut!" He hollered as he took charge completely and held my head in place as he began thrusting into my mouth with his hips, fucking my face like a pussy.
I couldn't seem to ever catch my breath as he continued aggressively skull-fucking me, and he never slowed down to give me a chance either. He pumped faster and faster into me until finally he thrust so hard into the back of my mouth, while pushing my head into him with both hands, that his bulbous fleshy head finally forced its way down into my throat. With his cock buried to the hilt, tears poured out of my eyes uncontrollably as I felt him cum inside my now gaped throat. He held his cock buried in my face as he shuddered the last few spurts of cum into my belly before releasing my head and allowing me to collapse on the floor.
He left, and after a short while I recovered and carried on with my day like nothing had happened except, like I had planned, I had to find a new gardener.
That was nice experience with him, but it can only be a one-time experiment. I'm not a sissy after all.
So anyway, about 6 months later I find myself at the doctor for a routine colonoscopy. No real issue, but since there's a history in my family it was recommended to get it done when I turned 30. All in all not a terrible process. They give you a little drug to put you to sleep for about an hour then you're awake and carry on with your day. You never even feel the penetration of the little camera.
The nurses came in and prepped me, put the line in my arm and as they began giving me the drug to put me to sleep I overheard the nurse tell the doctor,
"Sir, it looks like we've missed one. The records show she's a registered sissy but she doesn't seem to have any medical history. What should we do?"
"Call her master immediately." He responded. And with that, I slipped into unconsciousness.....
When I finally awoke I was welcomed by a kind female nurse who greeted me with, "Good morning sweetie. You're looking great. How are you feeling?"
I took an assessment of myself as I laid there and let the nurse know, "I feel a little sore down below and in my chest. Did everything go ok?"
"Oh yes" she assured me. "Everything went exactly as we had hoped. You'll be fully functional in just a few days."
I noticed the date on the nurse's board at the foot of my bed. It had been 2 days since I went under.