At first, I was shocked, and extremely disappointed. At the time, I was to learn, Sissy had not yet done anything to consummate the powerful urges that had apparently been coursing unchecked through that lissome, adolescent body. However, the hunger - the drive to serve cock, by sucking, fucking, and submission - had become an obsession. I had stumbled upon this uncomfortable fact when I accidentally discovered, in my only child's bedroom, a stash of hard-core porn, and then, after a dread-filled search, found a secret file of sex stories on the family computer. The genre of both findings left little doubt as to diagnosis.

What followed was the obvious - confrontation, recrimination, anger, denial, and so forth, followed by tears, and an insincere promise to straighten up and leave all that nonsense behind. I was glad then that I had been able to keep my discovery to myself, and away from my wife, because it would have broken her heart to see her precious, darling middle-schooler confessing an abject lust for cock.

I was even happier about keeping her in the dark later that same evening when, lying awake with the memories of Sissy's tearful confessions, I slipped out of bed, down the hall, and into the child's bedroom. I had "relented," and decided that a cock-slave was something I could live with, as long as it was *my* cock doing the enslaving.

That night, Sissy satisfied youthful curiosity and instinctual lust for the first time, and found the experience to be everything hoped for and more. From that evening onward, as I mentioned, I became more than merely comfortable with the unusual situation: I relished it! ......(cont)