You’ve seen her caps, heard her singles and waited far too long! It’s time for the first chapter of Sissy Sassi’s mainline story! It’s currently the first of two, not counting all the singles and music videos! If you want to read and watch all the rest, subscribe to my patreon:
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Sissy.
Sassi.
That name. Those two words. They had gone from being taboo to being a bastion of music. Sissy Sassi was everything new, everything hot, everything that made bubblegum pop great. Tight clothes, high heels, suggestive videos: she had it all. Her body was so hot that sissy went from being some weird, frowned upon kink to being an accepted thing that your friends might even admit liking. I mean, if sissies looked like her, how could liking sissies be gay?
The worst part was how good her music was. Was it totally vapid, with no message, meaning or complexity? Sure. But it was pop. And her songs popped. Earworms didn’t even begin to describe them.
I’ll be your princess
If you’re my my man
I’ll be your toy
Babe if you can
Pay for me baby
Cause I won’t work
Except in the bed
Babe watch me twerk
Pay for my manicures
And I’ll make sure that you’re
Satisfied!
Buy my the finest things
High heels and diamond rings
Satisfied!
Her first album had been one of the biggest surprise debuts of all time. Suddenly, sissy was in the mainstream, and Sassi was everywhere. Who could forget Sissy Sassi on The Night Show, America’s most famous talk show.
Sissy Sissy
Feels so empty
Sissy Sissy
You're not in me
Sissy Sissy
Feels so empty
Sissy Sissy
You're not in me
I lived to be filled
It's such a thrill
But you're not always there
So until
You're there to take me
Make me feel right
I need something
To wrap around tight
So Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug
My tushy
Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug
My bussy
So Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug
My tushy
Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug Plug
My bussy
She was supposed to change the words for the censors of course, but it was live. What could they do? And even if she did get banned from all further appearances, it created a buzz. Speaking of a buzz, her promotional campaigns were something else. She promised to give remote access to her plug to a random instagram follower if she reached 10 million streams on her single. She offered to send a dildo mold to the follower who got her to 40 million, so that she could add his penis to her personal collection. Of course, there were detractors. There were people who thought she was the downfall of Western Civilization. But even their incognito tabs told the truth. And she had a plan for them too. She began a tour of the dudebro podcasts, taking interviews with the meatheads who hawked their gym supplements. She even worked her way up to the top of the food chain: The Tom Egan Experience. Even the top of his bald head was blushing by the time she was done with him.
“But you see how people think that you’re just making money off your looks and all that?” he asked.
“What?! People think that about me?! OMG, I had no idea!” she gasped with mocking theatrically, pouting and shaking her head before breaking into a giggle. “I mean, seriously…it’s pop. What do you expect? If you’re thinking anything about it, you’re thinking too much. It’s more about feel. Do you want to feel me?”
“What?”
Sassi leaned in, pressing her chest together with her arms as he looked down at it. “My music.”
He tried not to act all flustered. “Oh, right…umm”
“How tall are you?”
“Uh…why?”
“I like tall guys. Do you like short gurls?” asked Sassi, batting her lashes.
“I mean, listen…you’re…” he fumbled for an answer, not wanting to admit what she was doing to him.
“Do you think you could lift me?”
“What?” he asked, looking around with a red face.
“You lift, right? Do you think you could lift me. I’m not even a hundred pounds. I bet you could just throw me around…”
Rumors swirled for weeks after that, rumors that they’d hooked up after the tapping. In fact, Sassi was romantically linked to everyone. Athletes, rappers, anyone who seemed like they were hot enough for her was said to have shared her bed.
As for who was sharing her bed tonight…who knew?
It was a big night though. It was the night of the Grammys and she had to look her best. So as she woke up that morning, she barely paid any mind to the man laying next to her.
He was in the NFL or NBA or…something. She hadn’t actually listened to him that much. She was too busy staring at his muscles, his arms, his abs…
But now, she got up and left him there, knowing that her agent would get him out the door. She was the real brains behind this operation, setting up all her social media contracts and putting her in touch with all her producers. Sassi was just the face…and the boobs. And the butt. And the hips. And the hands. And legs. And feet…
However you wanted to describe it, she needed him and today she came through with flying colors. The dress she’d requested had been designed to her parameters, just as she wanted. It was as tight as could be and if she had any moles or birthmarks, you’d be able to see them through the taut pink fabric. It was also as low cut as you could get without having an incident, with clear plastic spaghetti straps to match her clear 6 inch stripper heels. It was also very short, ending just below her butt and giving everyone a nice look at the famous tush which jutted out in the outline of the fabric. Sassi had worked hard to get a body that could make people tent from her silhouette alone, so she was going to show it off. The last thing there with the outfit was a true surprise and she giggled when she saw it.
The prototype for her new product was here.
Her agent had explained to her that the richest pop stars were rich from more than just touring. They had makeup and clothing brands. They had partnerships. They had their own lines. And so Sassi was going to be the premier seller of cages and plugs in North America. Her agent had handled it all but she’d managed to get some requests in there. And now the prototype was ready, laying next to the dress.
It was a plug the size of a baseball.
She giggled and grabbed all her stuff, texting her personal cosmetologist to come over.
Six hours later, she was ready. Her new acrylics were the same powder pink as her dress, and with little white gems embedded within. Her makeup was light, but it could afford to be. Every salon she’d ever been to had commented that she’d had the most perfect skin they’d ever seen. The fact that her cosmetologist had her in all sorts of baths, balms and treatments for two of those six hours certainly didn’t hurt. Every inch of her skin was soft, supple and smooth. She was like a perfect porcelain doll, gliding about on stripper heels as though she was born for them.
And her plug was nowhere in sight.
Wink.
Sassi stepped out of the limo, gracefully mincing on the highest heels that this red carpet had ever seen. Even then, she had to look up at everyone and they had to look down at her. She didn’t mind that at all. She especially liked it when they looked down further, eyes fixed on something beneath her pretty face.
“Sassi!” exclaimed a reporter, lowering her mic as the petite lil sissy made her way over. “Are the rumors about you and Trevor Fulsome true?”
“All the rumors about me are true” winked Sassi. She should have merch that said that, considering how much she said it. But merch was her agent’s job. Hopefully she would see the opportunity.
“How long do we have to wait until album number two?”
“Just long enough to build the anticipation” she giggled. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed some of the other stars arriving to the premiere. She compared her outfits to the other girls, knowing that she had the best one. She looked to the guys. Most of all, she wanted to see if there was anyone on her list, any guy she had yet to snag that she needed to have. As she saw one walk by, she shamelessly licked her lips.
“Who’s your date tonight?”
“I never come to a party with a date” said Sassi as she began to walk on. “But I always leave with one.”
She walked ahead, doing a few poses as she made her way down the carpet. They started out pretty normal: hands on her hips, giving the photographers some angles. But as she went on, they became more craven. She was looking over her shoulder and poking out her butt, leaning forward to let them see down her top and blowing kisses to the cameramen.
As she neared the end, she saw her agent waiting.
“Sassi, been sticking to the script?” she asked. Almost all over the sissy’s quips and retorts were hers. In fact, she was the one who ran the entire business of Sassi, the real brains behind the scenes. It should have been obvious considering how Sassi was, well…
She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bimbo cabinet.
“Did you see Stanton Jones is here” purred the sissy as she looked up to her agent. She just snapped in reply.
“Sassi! This is the premier of one of America’s biggest movies. Focus.”
“Right, sorry” pouted the sissy.
“You can have your fun, just remember to plug SissyX in the interviews.“
“Right…plug” giggled the sissy at her own joke. “Did you come here just to tell me that?”
“No” said her agent in a dry tone. She walked off, leaving the question in the air as Sassi shrugged.