Sissy in Belgrade pt 1

I quickly scanned the packing list in my hand one more time, visually checking off all the items one last time.  Yes, this was probably the 10th time I checked, but I wanted to be absolutely sure I had everything I would need for this trip.  Too much planning had gone into it for it to be ruined by a missing pair of underwear or the wrong clothes combination.

Outfits - check, all correctly paired up and ready to go.  I looked again at the pleated tartan skirt, it was very short, perhaps too short?  Within moments I shrugged thinking of the thrill it would be to wear it out in public.

Underwear - check, all 7 sets complete with new stockings to be safe, including spare sets.  I especially liked the emerald green set that was relatively new, complete with suspender belt that I knew would be appreciated.

Make up - check, that bag was getting bigger by the week.  I opened it to check that the new fake eye lash kits I bought last week were in there.

Toys, oh yes the toys.  I was very horny looking at this, I could just pick up the dildo and…..  I stopped myself, checking the bondage equipment once last time before moving on.  This was not the time for playing. I reassured myself everything was there and quickly moved on.

Shoes - I had three sets of high heels, along with the pumps I would wear tomorrow that would be more than adequate.

Finally I looked over at my handbag and checked that my passport, tickets and other items in there were ready to go.  Finally convinced I had everything ready I spent the next 30 minutes carefully packing everything into the right bag, before closing the suitcase, clipping the travel lock into place and dropping the keys into my purse.  My clitty throbbed, I was so horny thinking about the trip to come - four days away from everything and everyone that thought they “knew” me, and all that time to be exactly who I wanted to be.

Looking over at the clock it was only 8pm, I had ages to go until bedtime, now that I would sleep.  My phone pinged and I smiled, I knew who it would be already before even picking it up. Sure enough I saw His name and smiled, opening the phone.

“Can’t wait until tomorrow Alice, hope you are excited as well!  I have it all planned out ;)”

I smiled, I don’t think He realised just how excited I was, maybe He did.  This was after all a first for me.  Yes I had spent the last year dressing up, taking pictures and videos to post online.  Yes in that time I had done all sorts of kinky, sexy and sometimes freaky things to myself to entertain my “fans” but until now I had never actually been with anyone.

He would be my first in person encounter as a sissy, and I found myself thinking back to how we met.

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I had started talk to Him last autumn thanks to the wonder that is reddit.  We hit it off instantly, He had seen my “work” over the summer and claimed to be my number one fan - something he later proved as he had seen all my previous clips, He even had pictures of Him jerking off with my old images on the screen of me playing with whipped cream in my bussy.  

Chat soon turned into direct messaging where we shared more content, there was hardly a day that went by without us speaking.  

What got me the most was when He showed me His cock, and oh what a cock it was.  I am not bragging when I say I have been sent A LOT of dick pics, it’s part of the territory of being a sissy slut online but this one took my breath away.  His was long, thick with a head that just screamed “suck on me”.  He was very well groomed, and I instantly fell in Love with His cock. 

He would tease me with pictures and videos, some of Him jerking off, other times I hadn’t “earned” enough to see that much and was teased with just a pic of His glorious manhood hidden beneath His underwear or sweatpants, or a short vid of His cock throbbing prior to cummming.

I was also teased with vids of His girlfriend sucking him off, stories of how He fucked her whilst all the time I was horny, locked and denied.  It was when I was particularly horny that I came up with the idea to visit.  He didn’t believe me at first as we joked about the plan - I would come for a few days, only be allowed to be the “sissy me” the entire time, and He would come use me in my hotel as much as He pleased. 

I proposed some dates, looked up flights and He finally realised I wasn’t joking when I sent Him the screenshot of my flights booking.

“Wait, you're actually coming to Belgrade?” He texted.  “This is not a joke, you are actually going to go through with this?”

So from that point on He was planning everything in detail, which hotel He wanted me to stay, what He wanted me to wear, when He would be at the hotel etc. I knew everything He wanted to do to me.  From that point on I was beyond horny, I was thankful for the timed lock box that kept my keys firmly locked away, I wouldn’t have had the mental strength to resist the temptation  not to rub my clitty until it burst over and over again.  

By the time I would meet Him I wouldn’t have touched myself apart from a few weekly minutes of filmed hygiene cleaning for over 6 months - I was beyond desperate.  

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I spent the rest of the evening painting my nails (both toes and fingers a bright baby pink as He instructed) whilst watching trashy TV.  I tried to think of anything but tomorrow as each time I did I couldn’t help but reach down either to the cage around my poor clit, or to the small plug filling my bussy.  I had been on strict instructions not to play too much with my bussy, as it was going to be well used in the coming days as it was.

I headed to bed, sending Him a pic of me in the lacy babydoll and hold-up stockings of course and tried to sleep.  I didn’t sleep well, my dreams were some of the most erotic I had ever had.  I woke up multiple times thanks to my aroused clitty straining at its cage and before I knew it the alarm was blaring.  Getting up I showered, making sure to shave all over before moisturising my whole body.  I looked over at my clothes, this was the first ‘challenge’ I had been set.  

I was allowed to wear nothing masculine for the trip, absolutely nothing.  I picked up the bright pink lingerie set and smiled at it, already excited to put it on. I loved panties and bras and wore them every day anyway under my “normal clothes”, But there was something different getting dressed today knowing what was to come.  I moaned in delight as I pulled on a fresh set of black hold up stockings over my smooth legs, and my clitty was already leaking juices as I pulled the pink thong over it.  

Next I slipped on the tight skinny jeans, they really exposed my ass which I had been working out on for a long time in the gym.  There was a pink belt at the top, it wasn’t needed to hold them up such was the fit but it went with the outfit nicely.  

Turing in the mirror I was pleased to see a rather round and peachy behind that I was proud of.  My top was a tight pink tank top, with the word Barbie Doll over it.  The neck was a little low cut for a mens top, but I had got over that along with the fact it only covered half my midriff exposing my belly button.  Sadly I had not got round to piercing my belly button yet but it wouldn’t be long until I did.

I looked down and realised with my midriff exposed, and the skinny jeans being low cut as they were the top of my temporary tattoo above my clitty was partially showing.  I grinned wondering what people would think, it was a womb shape and symbolised the girly parts I wish I had.  I sighed in resignation, there was no changing the outfit now and grabbed the thin grey hooded top that went with the outfit.  It wasn’t much longer than the top to be honest.

Smiling at myself in the mirror I quickly did my mascara and a light layer of make up - once in Belgrade I would upgrade to full one fake lashes, heavy blush and eye liner but for the flight I still had to match my ID, so I couldn’t go full on sissy quite yet.  After brushing my hair which I had been letting grow down to my shoulders, I finished the look with a set of pink jewelled stud earrings, and a matching silver chained pendant.  

The clock gave me a shock when I next looked and before I knew it I was out the door, my outfit finished with pink trainer socks and a simple pair of white pumps.  I threw my keys into the handbag, checking one last time my passport, phone and purse were in there along with a few other bits and quickly rushed to the bus stop.  

Throwing on a set of pink heart shaped sunglasses I ignored the few glances I got at the bus stop - I didn’t know if it was people staring knowing what was going on or if it was just people checking me out.  Within 15 mins I was on the bus to the train station.

My clitty was threatening to explode, I was certain that my panties were already wet with anticipation but dared not reach down to check - that would have to wait.  Before long I was on the train to the airport sipping on a latte.

Getting to the airport I was immediately grateful for the fact I had bought fast pass tickets, the queue for standard checking was huge.  I nervously stood in the fast track queue and watched the young check in attendants calling people forward - this was going to be the worst part, the bit I feared the most.  

Once at the front I was physically shaking with nerves as I handed over my ID and ticket to the young women at check in.  She took it running through the normal check without so much as a real glance at me - and it wasn’t until she did the final check of my ID that she paused and frowned before looking back up at me in confusion.

“Sorry, have you given me the wrong ID….” she started before really studying me.  “Ohhh.” she said it dawned on her seeing my petrified look.

I blushed deep red and wanted to the ground to swallow me whole, this was the part I dreaded most. Would I get in trouble for this, I hadn’t actually thought that through had I? I looked at her pleadingly, hoping this wasn’t going to be an issue.

“Wow,” she said after a few moments having lowered her voice to lean forward.  “You look amazing, you really had me!  If it wasn’t for the ID I wouldn’t have known!  Kudos babe!”

I sighed deeply as my panic started to fade a little, it wasn’t the reaction I feared.  “T-t-t-hanks!” I muttered.

“It takes balls to do this, sorry bad use of words I guess.” She winked and I chuckled.  “Tell you what, I’m not supposed to do this but I think you deserve a little treat for being so brave, you must have been terrified, bless you.  My cousin is transgender and the shit I hear he, sorry she, has to face is disgusting.”

She punched a few buttons at the computer before tearing up the boarding pass that had just been printed, replacing it with another.  

Putting it back in my passport she grinned as she handed it over.  “Hope you have a great trip babe, enjoy!”

I took the ticket and just about managed a nod of the head and a “thank you,” before walking off.  I glanced down at my ticket, I had been upgraded to business free of charge!  Grinning, I knew this was a sign my trip was going to be amazing, and made my way towards the next hurdle, security.  

The fast track again made it short work getting to the front of the queue, thankfully this airport had the new body scan machines and bag scanners meaning you no longer had to take everything off.  I was able to just remove the jacket and belt before being ushered into the machine. 

 At this point I panicked, I had been so draw up in the excitement of it all I had forgot one major part of my plan - my chastity cage.  My clitty was still locked in the tiny nub device, and whilst the majority of it was plastic, the lock was still a lump of metal.  Panic gripped me again as I lifted my arms unable to do anything about what was next.

Sure enough the machine beeped, and the woman asked me to exit and stand to the side.  Pulling the screen over I could see a number of areas flagged by the arms, I was horrified to see the areas around my nipples and crotch highlighted, as well as the areas around the tops of my suspenders. 

The security guard looked me up and down and used a hand wand to confirm the areas shown in the scan, before asking bluntly if I had emptied my pockets.

“Y-y-y-y-yes Ma’am,” I choked back trying not to cry in humiliation.

“Hmmm,” she said, running her hands over my pocket areas, before finding the tops of the suspender clips.  I heard a little grunt of amusement as she realised that I was wearing a suspender belt.  She waved it over my chest and I could tell that she was slightly confused at the lack of any real breasts, despite the clear outline of a bra under the top.

She felt carefully around my chest grinning as she did, making sure to take longer than was necessary to pat me down.  I was so nervous that I was trembling slightly, almost about to cry.   At the same time my clitty throbbed in arousal and I felt fit to burst - just part of the woes and conflicting feelings of being a humiliation slut I guess.

With a shrug and another last little wave of the wand she stepped out of the way and motioned for me to move on.  I barely dared look at her and quickly made me way out of security and into the main terminal where I took a few moments to catch my breath.  That had been the most intense moments of my life, and I could feel my crotch was wet with juices.  I needed to find a toilet and dry myself off before it started showing through my jeans!

I had over an hour to go until I boarded my flight, I wanted to ensure plenty of time and had actually made it through security way faster than i planned.  I headed in the direction of a toilet and cafe but found myself almost instantly in the duty free area with all the overwhelming smells of the perfume section.  

I spent a few minutes checking out the different brands, sniff testing the different fragrances before deciding to treat myself to a small bottle of “Princess” by Vera Wang, I thought it was on point and also came in a gorgeous heart shaped bottle.

My phone buzzed to life, I knew again that He was texting and sure enough I grinned as I read the message.

“Hope it's all ok, send pics now!”

I smiled and quickly took a selfie of me trying to  get the airport in the background and quickly sent it to Him.

“Nice, you look amazing.  I can’t wait to finally fuck you later.”

“Bet you’re excited too right slut, bet your panites are soaked.”

“Go take a pic for me now, I want to see them.”

He pinged off the messages so fast I couldn’t keep up, but smiled and gave the last message a thumbs up heading to the toilets.

When I got there and stripped my jeans down even I was surprised just how wet I was - the front of my pink panties were soaked, the whole front a wet patch of sexual juices. Snapping a pic I sent them to Him and asked if it was ok to clean myself up.

It didn't take long to get a response.

“Ha of course you can’t slut, I am telling you right now that you are in no way to clean up your slutty juices. I want your panties soaked and if that means a wet patch on those slut jeans then too bad, you should’ve worn a skirt.”

I grinned and pulled up my jeans before heading to the gate. 

The rest of the airport wait was non-eventful, and even boarding was no problem.  The same woman that checked me in was at the counter and waved me forward.

“Hmmm, you smell good.  Enjoy sampling the duty free, did we?” she teased winking at me.  

Having had time to get over my fear I was a little more prepared and was able to muster more than two words in response.

“Girls gotta treat herself now and again, right?” I said winking back and she chuckled before waving me through.

After taking off I treated myself to a glass of champagne and once the flight was at cruising altitude and the seatbelts signs were turned off I focused on my next challenge.  Getting up I headed to the toilet with my phone, and once inside I set up my camera where it could film and slowly started to strip down to my bra and panties.  

I had been ordered to make a slutty video - a sort of sissy solo mile high vid.  I looked into the camera and sucked two fingers seductively before pulling my panites to one side and slipping them into my bussy.  I fucked myself slowly at first, but was soon thrusting them rapidly in and out moaning softly as I went.  My clitty leaked even more pre-cum, the more I fucked myself the more aroused I got and after a a few minutes I reluctantly pulled them out, cleaned up my bussy and pulled my clothes back on.

I headed back to my seat with a large grin on my face and finished my drink.  Once we landed I sent the video to Him whilst I waited for my baggage, it didn’’t take long to get a response.

“Hmm, nice sissy.  You are such a slut.  Have your bag yet?”

As I read this the bags started coming onto the belt, and sure enough mine popped out moments later.  Grabbing it I quickly texted him back that I had it.

I was heading to the exit, looking out into the beautiful sunshine when my phone pinged again.

“I havehave a new task for you Alice before you leave the airport.  I want you to go find a toilet and text me when there.”

I grinned and headed towards the restroom, texting Him once inside, wondering what He would have in store for me now.  My phone pinged.

“Good girl.  Now I want you to open your case and change into the denim skirt and top outfit I selected.  Change your pumps for the ankle boot heels packed.  Once changed you are to do your makeup before leaving the toilets.  I want pictures when you are finished and start on your way to the hotel.”

I felt the rush of adrenaline as I read the instructions carefully, I wasn't expecting to have to show myself off directly upon landing.  I blushed as I opened up my case inside the cubicle and pulled out the outfit choice He had requested.  

Pulling down my jeans I felt the cool air on my damp panties, and quickly pulled up the short denim skirt.  It was barely enough to cover the tops of my stockings and if I bent over or sat down in the wrong way I would easily expose not just my stockings but probably my soaked panties as well.  I changed out of the barbie tank top and into the smaller pink strappy top, intricate pink bows hung off each shoulder.  I added a number of jewellery items, necklace, bracelets and rings.  I also changed my stud earrings for a set of dangling earrings. 

I pulled out my makeup bag and spent the next few minutes adding onto the basic make up I already had on, pink eye liner, some blush on my cheeks and a much heavier layer of mascara.  FInally I picked out a soft pink shade of lipstick and carefully applied a layer of that.

I took a few pics and sent them to Him, and whilst packing away my things my phone buzzed one last time.

“Good girl, you look so hot!  All the Men will be chasing you but remember you are mine alone this trip.  One last thing, take out your hush butt plug and put it in your bussy.  I want to play a bit as you head to the hotel ;)”

I chuckled to myself and compiled.  I had the largest hush plug possible, over 2.5 inches at its widest point and nearly 55 inches long.  With a little bit of spit as lube, the plug easily slid into my trained bussy.  It was used to accommodating this toy and once fully inside I pressed the on button and was rewarded with a momentary buzz as it linked with my phone.

WIth a final check everything was in place and my bags were packed up I texted Him I was ready and left the cubical.  I thought I had gotten away without anyone seeing me leave the mens toilet but as I got to the entrance a man walking in, saw me and stopped.

“Oh sorry, thought this was the gents!” he joked, before looking over at the urinals.  

He was quite a handsome man, in his mid to late 40’s and as he looked at me again I partially smiled, partially grimaced at the situation.  At that exact moment the plug in my bussy came buzzing to life making me yelp in pleasure.

The man grinned at me, the buzzing was loud enough I was sure he could hear it.  

“Well well,” the man said, looking me up and down once more, only this time the lust in his eyes was clear.  “Maybe I just got super lucky, what's say you get in that cubicle and we see about having a little fun before my next flight.”

I was now blushing a deep red, and the vibrations were fluctuating in my bussy so powerfully my legs were wobbling.  I could imagine that my clitty was constantly leaking right now, the coolness of the air on my panties was easy to feel.

“I, I, I’m Sorry Sir,” I said before rushing past the man and out the toilets.  I had nothing else to say.  As I tottered past him in my heels he aimed a firm slap on my behind that made me yelp even more, I heard him chuckle as I ran out the toilets.

“You’re missing out slut!” I heard him call after me.

Outside the toilets I tried to compose myself, that had got me so flustered I didn’t really know what to do next.  I texted Him what happened and the first response back was a laughing emoji.

“Take a picture up your skirt and show me your wet panties slut!” He asked.

I tried to be discreet as I took the picture, before sending it to him.  I was standing out of the way of the crowds near the main entrance as the plug was still vibrating quite strongly in my bussy.  My phone bings almost immediately in response to send the image.

“Good girl.  Now, as agreed for the next four days you are 100% under my control.  You will call me Master and nothing else, you will do everything I say, and only what I say for the remainder of your trip.  If you need to pee - you ask me, when you need to get dressed I will tell you what to wear, if you are hungry you will beg me to let you eat.  Do I make myself clear, slut?”

I grinned as I read the message and pinged back a response quickly.  “Yes Master ;)”

“Good Girl.  I expect you to be 100% compliant or else you will be punished. Now you are to catch the number 72 bus to Zeleni Venats.  You pay on the bus so I hope you have the cash I told you to bring, make sure you compliment the driver how cute he is no matter what, I mean really flirt with him.  Oh, and sit where he can see you in his mirror after.  There is one leaving in 5 mins, you had better be on it.”

I quickly headed over to the bus stops and sure enough the number 72 bus soon pulled up.  Getting on I smiled at the driver, he was far from cute however.  He must have been in his early 50’s, was vastly overweight and I could smell the body odour coming off him as soon as I stepped on.

“Do, do you speak English Sir?” I asked nervously, trying to grin.  The man looked me up and down and snorted, before nodding slightly.  

“Where you go?” he asked gruffly.

“I need a good ride Sir, one ticket to Zeleni Venats please, you handsome devil,” I said, smiling at him and offering him some cash.  Right at this point the vibrations in my bussy fluctuated madly up and down and I groaned.

He chuckled as he grabbed my change and ticket, all the time starting me up and down.  As he handed back the change he leaned over slightly so the other passengers could not hear him.

“If you want, I give you good ride later.  If you good, you know?” he said, winking.

I smiled, despite actually being fairly disgusted by the fresh wave of smell that came off the man and after a small curtsy I grabbed the change and ticket and found a seat.  I made sure that I could see him watching me as I sat down, I picked the aisle seat near the back, there was a free space in front of it meaning he would be able to see all of me as he drove just as Master wanted.

It was quite a noisy bus, an old diesel model and the loud rumbling of the engine masked the vibration of the plug in my bussy.  I guessed it was set on a repeating program, starting very low and slowly building to max over what seemed minutes.  By the time it reached max intensity I was panting with the arousal, but it lasted such a short period of time at high rates it was never going to be long enough and each time it stopped I would groan with frustration.  

I opened my eyes as the latest round of vibrations and could see the bus driver watching me in his mirror.  He leered at me, watching my moves as much as he could whilst manoeuvring the bus sound the streets towards the city centre.  I get the impression he’s not rushing as my phone pings.

“Is he watching you slut, I bet you are so fucking horny right now.  Open your legs and show him your panties, make sure he watches as you take a picture up your skirt and send it to me.”

I spread my legs without even hesitating, such was my arousal level.  I could feel my soaked panties and looked up to see the bus driver staring at me with his mouth wide open.  

Grinning, I lowered my phone between my legs and took the picture, making sure the flash had been on to highlight what I was doing.  

As I took the picture I winked at the bus driver, and the bus swerved violently clipping the curb of the pavement, making some of the other passengers scream at the sudden movement.

I quickly closed my legs, texted the image to Master along with a message the bus nearly crashed as the driver was so distracted.  The vibration pattern changed, a much lower intensity and my phone pinged again with a message.

“Imagine that on the evening news, lol.  Ok slut, close your legs and try not to distract the driver too much again. You will be arriving at Zeleni Venats soon, give the bus driver your number when you get off saying he can have the image and then text me once there.”

Sure enough the bus crossed a bridge over the river Sava and next thing I knew was pulling up at a row of bus stops before the engine switched off.  

Everyone started getting off the bus, so I grabbed a scrap of paper and pen out my handbag, scribbled down my number and made my way to the front.

The driver was watching me intently, and when I got next to him he leaned over again.  I handed him the note and smiled.

“In case you want the picture,” I said, winking at him.

He took the note and slipped it into his top pocket, before looking back at me.

“I have break now, you show me more. I nearly crash because of you, seems fair!”  He chuckled.

“I would like that but I have to meet someone.  Maybe later, text me!” I said getting off the bus.   As I got down I dropped the notepad out of my hand and purposefully bent over to get it, I knew I was showing everything to the driver given how short the skirt was.

Picking up the pad I slipped it into my bag before turning back to the driver and blowing him a kiss.

“Opps, did you see my panties?” I said seeing the stunned look on the driver's face. “Oh well, I guess you deserve it for the great ride.  Bye for now!”

I walked off and quickly texted Master I was here wondering just what had gotten into me.  That was so brazen, even for me.  

As I wondered what else would happen over the next few days my phone pinged back.

“Good girl, now it’s time for the fun to really start 😈.” Master said. “Head here and say Master Nick sent you, they will know what to do.”

He had sent a dropped location pin with the message, I looked at it and felt a flush of mixed emotions wash over me - excitement, fear, arousal and trepidation all mixed together as I read:  dropped pin, Sex Shop Karolina Beograd.

End of part 1.