Candy Sparkles had always been careful. In her everyday life, she was just Kevin, an unassuming guy who blended into the background. But behind closed doors, Candy Sparkles emerged, a flirty, feminine sissy who adored dressing up in her frilliest lingerie and putting on makeup that shimmered like her name. Under the control of Goddess Lana, she had submitted fully to the role of an obedient sissy, even sending her Mistress photos that showed off every inch of her feminized body.
She loved the rush of being exposed online, where Goddess Lana proudly shared her pictures with the world—Candy Sparkles in stockings, garters, and with a mouthful of a dildo, practicing for the moment she would serve a real man. But she never thought anyone in her real life would see those photos, and certainly not her neighbor.
That changed one afternoon.
Candy Sparkles was relaxing at home, scrolling through her phone when she heard a knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she quickly threw on a loose robe over her pink lace lingerie and padded barefoot to answer the door. Standing on the other side was Dave, her next-door neighbor. Dave was tall, in his early thirties, and always seemed to be working on something in his yard or in his garage. They had exchanged a few friendly words over the years, but never anything more than small talk.
Now, though, Dave wasn’t wearing his usual friendly smile. Instead, he was smirking, his eyes scanning Candy Sparkles with a knowing gleam.
“Hey there, Candy,” he said, dragging out her name in a way that made her stomach twist with unease. “Or should I say Candy Sparkles?”
The blood drained from Candy’s face. He knew. How did he know? Her mind raced as she tried to come up with an explanation, but before she could even open her mouth, Dave continued.
“I saw your pictures online,” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a casual confidence. “Yeah, those ones where you’re all dolled up, sucking on that dildo. Real classy. Didn’t expect to see my quiet little neighbor in a get-up like that.”
Candy’s face flushed bright red. Her worst fear had come true. Someone from her real life had seen the pictures. The ones where she was fully exposed as Candy Sparkles, a submissive sissy, dressed in nothing but lingerie and begging to serve. She felt light-headed, unsure of what to say or do. She could feel Dave’s eyes roaming over her, lingering on the edges of her robe where the lace of her lingerie peeked out.
“I’ve got to say,” Dave said, his smirk growing wider, “I never would’ve guessed you had it in you, but I’m not complaining. Tell you what, Candy, why don’t you come over to my place and show me those skills in person? I’ve got some porn mags you can flip through while you do it. Or, I can just sit back, relax, and enjoy watching you work. Sound like a deal?”
Candy’s heart raced. She wanted to slam the door, run away, pretend this wasn’t happening—but at the same time, the thrill of being exposed, of being recognized for who she truly was, sent a jolt of excitement through her body. This was what Goddess Lana had trained her for, wasn’t it? To submit, to serve, to be used by real men. And now, the opportunity was right in front of her.
“I… I don’t know…” Candy stammered, but Dave wasn’t having it.
“Come on, Candy,” he said, stepping forward, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. “I’ve seen it all. You love this, don’t you? You love being exposed, being used like the sissy you are. So, why don’t you stop pretending and come over?”
With that, he turned and headed back to his house, leaving Candy standing in the doorway, trembling with a mix of fear, humiliation, and excitement. She knew she shouldn’t, but the pull was too strong. After a moment’s hesitation, she followed.
When Candy Sparkles entered Dave’s house, her heart was pounding in her chest. He led her to the living room, where a stack of old porn magazines sat on the coffee table. He dropped onto the couch, spread his legs wide, and motioned for her to get down on her knees in front of him.
“You know what to do,” he said, grabbing a magazine from the pile and flipping through it as though she weren’t even there.
Her legs felt like jelly as she knelt between his knees, her fingers trembling as she reached for his zipper. The sound of it coming down was deafening in the quiet room. She pulled out his cock, already half-hard, and stared at it for a moment, her mind reeling. She had sucked on dildos, practiced for this moment, but this was different. This was real. She was about to suck off her neighbor, the man who had seen her most humiliating, exposed moments online.
“Well?” Dave said, not even looking at her, his eyes fixed on the centerfold of the magazine he was flipping through. “Get to work, Candy.”
Swallowing her nerves, Candy leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she did exactly what Goddess Lana had taught her to do. The humiliation of it all made her heart race—her neighbor flipping through porn, barely paying attention to her, using her like nothing more than a plaything. She had been fully exposed, and now there was no turning back.
As Candy worked, Dave’s occasional grunts and groans filled the room. “Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, still absorbed in the magazine. “Knew you were a slut the moment I saw those pictures.”
The more he talked, the more Candy felt her shame melt into submission. She was being used, degraded, just like in her fantasies. The thrill of it all was overwhelming. Every time he groaned, she sucked harder, eager to please him, eager to prove that she was the good little sissy she had been trained to be.
Minutes passed, and Dave’s breathing quickened. He tossed the magazine aside, focusing now on the pleasure Candy was giving him. “Don’t stop,” he muttered, his hand gripping the back of her head. “You’re gonna swallow every drop, got it?”
Candy nodded as best she could, her mouth still full, her body buzzing with a mix of arousal and humiliation. She knew what was coming, and she was ready. With a grunt, Dave came, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth. She swallowed obediently, just as Goddess Lana had taught her, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
When he was finished, he pushed her away, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smirk.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head. “You did good. Now, get back home before anyone else sees you. Don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone about this. As long as you’re a good little sissy, that is.”
Candy Sparkles stood up, her legs shaking as she adjusted her robe. She felt exposed, humiliated, and used—but she loved every second of it. As she left Dave’s house and made her way back home, she couldn’t help but smile.
She had been exposed, and now there was no going back. This was who she was—Candy Sparkles, the sissy slut who craved to serve, and she knew deep down that this wouldn’t be the last time.
