Chrissy Flutters was having a typical day, feeling fabulous in her favorite sissy outfit—pink lace panties, a silky blouse, and her perfectly styled wig. She had spent hours getting ready, looking every bit the girly, submissive sissy she was. As she ran errands around town, she couldn’t shake the excitement of knowing how sexy she looked, even if no one else knew her secret. But that changed the moment she saw flashing lights in her rearview mirror.
A police car was pulling her over.
Her heart raced as she pulled off to the side of the road. What could she have done? Maybe she was driving a little too fast, caught up in the thrill of her sissy transformation. Nervous but trying to remain calm, she rolled down her window as the officer approached. He was tall, muscular, and intimidating, with a stern look on his face as he leaned in to speak.
“License and registration,” he said in a deep voice, his eyes scanning her face, then drifting down to her outfit. For a moment, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then something shifted in his expression. His eyes narrowed, recognition dawning on his face.
“Oh, no way,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re that sissy I’ve seen online, aren’t you?”
Chrissy Flutters froze. Her heart dropped into her stomach. The pictures. He must have seen the pictures. Months ago, Goddess Lana had exposed her by posting humiliating pictures of her online—dressed in her girly outfits, on her knees, sucking a dildo, and doing whatever Goddess Lana commanded. Chrissy had been mortified at first, but over time, she grew to love the thrill of being exposed as a sissy. Still, she never imagined someone in her real life would recognize her.
“I don’t know what you mean, officer,” she stammered, trying to play it off, but her trembling hands and flushed cheeks gave her away.
The cop chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Oh, come on. I’ve seen your pictures all over the internet. You’re Chrissy Flutters, right? The sissy slut who loves to dress up and serve men?”
Chrissy felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. He had seen everything. The lacy lingerie, the submissive poses, the way she begged to please in every picture. There was no way out of this.
“Well,” the officer said, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone, “I’ll make you a deal. I can write you a ticket for speeding… or you can get out of the car and show me just how much of a slut you are. You’ll suck me off, and if you swallow every drop, no ticket. What do you say, Chrissy?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe this was happening. The shame of being recognized from her humiliating photos was bad enough, but now he was offering her a twisted choice: either take the ticket or submit to him right there on the side of the road.
For a moment, Chrissy thought about refusing, but the thought of this officer having even more power over her—perhaps spreading the pictures further, or making her life worse—made her stomach turn. And then there was the thrill, the deep-rooted part of her that loved the idea of being humiliated, of being exposed and forced to serve.
“I… I’ll do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The officer smirked, clearly pleased with her decision. “Good girl. Now, get out of the car and on your knees.”
Chrissy stepped out of the car, her legs shaking as she moved to the side of the road. The officer unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock with a confident, dominating smirk. Her face burned with humiliation as she knelt in the grass, her pink skirt riding up as she got into position.
“Look up at me,” he commanded, gripping her chin with one hand and forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re going to suck me like the good little sissy you are, and you’re going to swallow every drop. Got it?”
She nodded, her throat dry with nervousness. With no choice but to obey, she leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The officer groaned in satisfaction as Chrissy began to suck, her humiliation fueling her submission. She knew she was being used, degraded, and exposed even further—but that only made her more eager to please.
“Good sissy,” he muttered, his hand tangled in her hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth. “I can’t believe I’m getting a blowjob from the same sissy slut I saw online. You’re even better in person.”
Tears welled up in Chrissy’s eyes as she worked harder, knowing what was coming. Her jaw ached, but she kept going, determined to finish the job as instructed. She hated how much she enjoyed this—the shame, the powerlessness, the thrill of being caught and used for someone else’s pleasure.
With a grunt, the officer came, his hips bucking as he shot his load into her mouth. He held her head firmly in place, making sure she swallowed every last drop. When he finally pulled out, he smirked down at her, watching as she wiped her mouth with trembling hands.
“Good girl,” he said, zipping up his pants. “No ticket today, Chrissy Flutters. But don’t let me catch you speeding again, or next time, I might have to tell the whole department about your little hobby.”
With that, he walked back to his patrol car, leaving Chrissy kneeling by the side of the road, humiliated, exposed, and trembling with a mix of shame and arousal.
As she got back into her car and drove away, her mind was spinning. She had been exposed in the most humiliating way possible, forced to serve the officer who recognized her from the pictures online. But as she wiped away the last traces of his cum from her lips, a small, twisted smile crept onto her face.
This was who she was now—Chrissy Flutters, the sissy slut who craved humiliation and submission. And no matter how many people saw the pictures, she knew deep down that she loved every minute of it.
