It had been a long day for Sissy Bubbles, and she was starving. After spending hours perfecting her look—pink lace lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and a face full of glittery makeup—she felt like the perfect little sissy, but there was one problem: she hadn’t eaten all day. With her stomach growling, she decided to order a pizza, figuring it was the perfect reward after her exhausting efforts to impress her Mistress, Goddess Lana.
She scrolled through her phone, ordering her favorite—extra cheese, pepperoni, and a side of breadsticks. As she waited for the delivery, Sissy Bubbles couldn’t help but fantasize about how her Mistress would love to see her right now. The thought of being exposed as a sissy always gave her a mix of fear and excitement. But tonight, she was alone, and the idea of being caught seemed far away.
About thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Her heart skipped a beat as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring her sissy outfit one last time before heading to the door. Normally, she would have changed into something more appropriate before answering, but tonight, in a playful and risky mood, she thought, “Why not?” After all, the pizza guy would be in and out quickly. What harm could there be?
When she opened the door, a gust of cold air hit her, making her nipples hard under the soft fabric of her lace bra. Standing on the doorstep was a young, athletic-looking guy in his early twenties, wearing the familiar uniform of her local pizza place. He had a crooked grin on his face, and in his hands was the delicious-smelling pizza.
“Here’s your pizza, ma’am,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice as his eyes took in Sissy Bubbles’ outfit. His gaze lingered a bit too long on the frilly lace and the glitter that sparkled on her cheeks.
Bubbles felt a pang of nervousness as she took the pizza, but before she could close the door, the pizza guy said something that made her freeze.
“Hey… wait a minute. I know you.” His voice lowered as he leaned in slightly, a sly smile spreading across his face. “You’re that sissy I saw online, aren’t you? The one that Goddess Lana exposed?”
Bubbles’ heart dropped into her stomach. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. He knew. He had seen her videos, the ones where she had fully exposed herself as Sissy Bubbles, obedient to Goddess Lana, dressed in all her sissy glory, confessing how much she loved to submit and serve.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bubbles stammered, but the pizza guy wasn’t fooled.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” he said, stepping closer to the door. “I’ve seen the videos. You’re that sissy slut, aren’t you?”
Bubbles’ breath caught in her throat. She felt trapped. Her deepest fear had come true—someone from her real life had recognized her. Her secret was out, and there was no way to take it back.
“Look,” the pizza guy said, his grin turning wicked. “I’ll make you a deal. You don’t have to pay for the pizza… but you’re going to have to earn it.”
Bubbles blinked, not sure what he meant at first, but the way his eyes dropped to his crotch made it crystal clear. He was demanding something in return for keeping her secret—and for the pizza. Her face flushed even deeper, her hands shaking slightly as she held the pizza box.
“You want the pizza for free?” he continued, unzipping his pants with a casual motion. “Then get on your knees and suck me off like the good little sissy you are.”
Bubbles stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to slam the door and forget the whole thing ever happened. But another part, the part that Goddess Lana had nurtured, loved the idea of being humiliated, of being used for someone else’s pleasure. That was the life of a sissy—serving and submitting, no matter who it was.
With a deep breath, Bubbles knelt down on the threshold of the door, her hands trembling as she placed the pizza box to the side. The pizza guy’s cock was already hard, his smirk widening as Bubbles hesitated for a moment, then slowly leaned in, her lips parting.
“Good sissy,” he muttered, watching with amusement as Bubbles took him into her mouth. The humiliation was overwhelming, but so was the thrill. She had been exposed, and now she had no choice but to serve. Her lips moved up and down his length, her heart racing as she tried to please him, just like she had done so many times for Goddess Lana in her training.
As the pizza guy groaned in satisfaction, Bubbles found herself slipping deeper into her role, her mind blanking out all thoughts except for one: pleasure him. Her tongue swirled around his cock, and she could feel him twitching in her mouth. Every time he moaned, it sent a shiver down her spine, making her feel even more submissive, even more humiliated.
“Damn, you’re good at this,” the pizza guy muttered, gripping her hair and guiding her movements. “No wonder Goddess Lana exposed you. You’re a real slut, aren’t you?”
Tears welled up in Bubbles’ eyes as she kept going, her entire body buzzing with a mix of shame and arousal. She hated that he was right. She was a slut. A sissy slut who loved being exposed, humiliated, and used by others. And now, here she was, sucking off the pizza guy in exchange for a free meal.
It didn’t take long before the pizza guy grunted, his hips bucking as he came into her mouth. He held her head in place, making sure she swallowed every drop. When he was finished, he pulled out and zipped up his pants, looking down at her with satisfaction.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head like a pet. “Now enjoy your pizza, Sissy Bubbles.”
With that, he turned and left, leaving Bubbles kneeling on the doorstep, humiliated and dripping with cum. She shakily picked up the pizza, stood up, and closed the door behind her. She had gotten her meal, but at a price she hadn’t expected to pay.
As she sat down to eat, the taste of shame still lingering in her mouth, she knew that this was just the beginning. She had been exposed, and now there was no going back. This was her life now—Sissy Bubbles, humiliated and eager to serve, whether it was for Goddess Lana, the pizza guy, or anyone else who demanded it.
And as she bit into her slice of pizza, she couldn’t help but smile.
