Submitting to Master Macho (Introduction and Chapter 1)
A new story about House Slave Fag's week with the sissifying Master Macho in Mexico City.
Introduction
I've told you about this Mexican Master before. I've known him for two years now. We met twice, and I told you about our last time in detail. That was when he slutted me out at the Sexto Piso club in Mexico City:
When my Mexican Master arrived, I realized that he was a little bigger than I’d remembered, which I loved. He’s at least 10 centimeters / 4 inches taller than me and he’s in good shape. He has a thick dick, honestly, but perhaps his most impressive feature is his stamina. He fucked me four times that night and each of those times was long and hard.
House Slave Fag
After that incredible night, we went for a drink and we talked about the possibility of planning to spend a week together. We continued chatting online after both of us left Mexico City (because it's not his home town either). But at some point he got mad at me. It happened twice, actually. He was demanding of me more than I was willing to give up remotely. I'm eager to submit in person, but I don't normally feel any obligation toward a Master until I am under his roof, or at least in his physical presence. My Owner is the only one who controls me from a distance.
I was still eager to spend a week with him though, and a few months later, sometime when I was feeling especially horny and eager, I reached out again, begging for his understanding. If you read about how much he fucked me and got into my head, that he made me slut out for another guy whom I wasn't really into — you know why I might be so desperate to serve him. But there's more. He told me I should be sissified and he claimed he would have no problem making it happen. He even said he knew other guys who like using sissies and places where it would be fine for me to wear panties and maybe even do more than that.
I chose to name him Master Macho in this story because of this role he assumed over me, making it clear that if we meet again, I'd have to present as a sissy for him. It would have been enough that he's the guy who fucked me more times than anyone else did in a single night. But if he's going to be the man who finally turns me into a full-blown sissy, then "Macho" will be fitting.
You might not guess it from his looks, because he doesn't seem like a rough guy. And his body is not huge or especially muscular. But he is taller than me by a couple of inches, he is certainly toned, and his dick is quite thick and definitely bigger than mine and he can stay hard and cum again and again. Therefore, his demand to take it further and make me his sissy bitch is quite reasonable, given that he’s going to be fucking me so much.
In recent days I've been feeling more desperate for him than ever. One reason was denial. He wasn't checking his messages and I just continued spiraling, expressing increasing submission and eagerness to serve as his sissy bitch. This was exacerbated as I'm visiting my home town and as usual, I don't hook up a lot when I'm here, so I'm only getting hornier.
I was becoming so desperate and frustrated, and I knew the feeling wouldn't last long, because without talking to him and making a plan my interest would eventually wane, along with my eagerness. I didn't want that to happen and I also wished to make sure I can fulfill this fantasy, if not in real-life with him, then at least through my stories. So I decided to start exploring this with my fans here, and perhaps it will develop into a full story. I also mentioned it to Master Macho, in hope to generate his interest. I suggested that it might give him ideas for how to use me and I invited him to propose anything he'd like me to incorporate into the story, even if it would go beyond my limits.
So from here on, these are some thoughts about how serving Master Macho 24/7 might go. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Master Macho finally responded to my many direct messages on Twitter. I suspect he doesn't have notifications for Twitter, or for Telegram, where I also tried reaching him.
"Calm down, sissy," he said.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I've been eager to talk to you. I've been hoping we could make a plan to meet," I replied.
"Well, take it easy," he said. "I like that you're eager for me and I know you're a pathetic cunt, but I have limits too. Show your desperation but don't push it. Repetition isn't helping you."
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry," I replied. "I just don't know how to reach you and I'm planning my winter travels right now, so I was hoping we could actually make a plan like we were saying we might. Otherwise it might not happen until next year, or maybe it never will, because I'm not sure I'll be able to travel as much if I find a new job."
"If it happens, it happens," he texted, nonchalantly.
"Yes Sir 😔," I texted.
"OK. Book an apartment in Mexico City for the first week of December," he wrote.
"Yes Sir! Thank you! Will you pay half? The apartments are expensive," I said, hoping I wouldn’t piss him off with my concerns.
"I'll pay up to 30 US dollars a day, like what I pay for the hostel I normally stay at. If you need any greater comfort level, you cover it. Besides, you should want to spend on your Master, faggot."
"Yes Sir," I replied. "But I just can't afford anything right now. You know you're making more than me right now. I'm desperate to serve you, but Mexico is more expensive than people think. I try to spend more time in cheaper cities. And I might otherwise stay in a roommate apartment if you didn't require me to book a whole apartment for us."
"You can book a roommate apartment," he replied. "Do it through Mister B&B and that way we know the host is gay and we can have an open conversation with him about what we want to do."
"Oh. I was actually wondering how to get over the problem that hosts and neighbors usually don't like it when other guests are invited for hookups. So you mean you'd discuss that with the host? Are you sure he'd agree?"
"Choose three apartments that you'd be willing to book and send me the links. I'll talk to the hosts and I'll pick one of them. I'll also check with my friends," he said.
"Yes Sir," I replied.
"Good, so that's settled," he wrote. "Now since you've been so stressed about not talking often enough to make this happen, let's go over more details you've been asking about to make sure we're good to do this once I pick the apartment. Are you ready?"
"Yes Sir, I think," I wrote. "I mean, what are you planning?"
"Fucking you a lot, bringing other guys to fuck you too, taking you out to be used and pimped out in clubs too, and sissify you from the first day," he wrote.
"Yes, I was expecting you'd fuck me a lot," I replied. "But last time we met you said you require me to bottom for you four times a day, and you'll be able to fuck others too."
"Right. I'll fuck you as much as you can handle," he wrote. "You should expect to bottom for me at least once every day, and you'll probably bottom for at least one or two more guys every day. We also need to see who's going to be our host."
"What do you mean, Sir?" I asked.
"Well, you might need to put out for the host if we want to have his understanding for bringing in strangers," he wrote. "I'd also want to ask him for a discount in exchange for your services."
"Services? You mean sex?" I asked.
"That too," he wrote. "But also any housekeeping chores. Whatever might make him lower the bill, since you're so concerned about the cost."
"Oh. Thanks Sir," I replied.
"You're welcome, sissy," he wrote. "I want you to really get used to being used like a whore. And if I can make money from it, even better."
"If you make money?" I asked.
"Yes sissy," he replied. "That will please me a lot if you earn me money. And you'll enjoy working for me."
"Yes Sir," I acknowledged. "And Sir, you said you want me to be a sissy from the first day. How do you mean? I don't even know how to do that. And I can't present as a sissy on the street. You said there were specific places that were ok with that, right?"
"Yes. Stop worrying, sissy," he replied. "Let's make things clearer for you. For me, you are already a sissy, so that's the first thing I mean by being a sissy from day one. I decided that I no longer wanted to use you as a masculine faggot and I will only use you as a sissy. So you also need to see yourself as a sissy when you're with me. That doesn't mean always presenting as a total sissy, but we'll work on that too."
"When we meet, I expect you to have your legs and pubes smooth, pits shaved, hair on your arms trimmed and no hair on your chest," he continued. "I get that you're clueless about what lingerie and what size to buy, so I'm going to send you instructions and you can get a couple of initial items before we meet. Then when we meet, I'll take you shopping."
"Oh. Thanks Sir," I wrote.
"I'm not done," he continued. "You should be ready to be pimped out to anyone I want. And you should be ready to be sissified all the way. Sometime during that week, I'm going to introduce you to a drag queen I know and she's going to do a total makeover on you, so you'll have at least a couple of opportunities to serve as a total sissy."
"And at other times, will I be masculine like I normally am?" I asked.
"I won't make you wear make-up or anything on the street, but your legs will be smooth at all times, you'll always be wearing panties, including at any of the more regular gay bars and clubs, and you'll have to give up your beard for that week."
"Oh, wow," I wrote. "I haven't shaved my beard in four years. And you mean you don't want me naked and showing my chastity, even at Sexto Piso?"
"Your panties will be completely see-through," he wrote. "So everyone will see that you're locked. And they'll see that you're wearing panties. Some of them will think you're a freak but some already think that when they see your cage. Don't worry, it'll only get more Mexican machos who will want to use you. And especially when we get rid of your beard. I might make you wear a little eyeliner and blush to the gay bars, to make your shaved face a little more appealing."
"Oh," I replied.
"Understood, sissy?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I replied. "I hope I'll be ok. I'm usually picky and not used to being pimped out to just anyone. And I have no idea how I'll feel being sissified. Or even losing my beard might feel very weird. But I'm very eager to please you, Sir. And become your bitch."
"You better. Talk soon," he signed off.