A Picture Perfect Sissy

"Holly, hold your breasts up. That's it honey. Squeeze the nipples between your fingers. Make them hard for me, sweetie."

Jason lifted and pushed his soft breasts together, squeezed the small dark nipples, and hurriedly looked up to see if what he was doing was okay. He really wanted what he was doing to be okay. It was dreadfully important to be okay. Karen was snapping off close-ups, zooming in on Jason's puffy tits, his pretty nipples hardening between his french manicure.

I'm so responsive, Jason thought a little sadly. There's really no hope for me.

Karen looked up from behind the tripod, frowned, and Jason felt a bolt of cold terror. But as it turned out, he wasn't doing anything wrong. She'd only had an idea.

She handed him a bit of shiny jewelry.

"Put those on," she said, and checked the light in the studio. "Hurry up."

Jason fumbled a bit with the nipple clamps and Karen got impatient. Now he was doing something wrong: keeping Karen waiting. Karen hollered for her partner Sue and the small dark-skinned woman stepped from the darkroom.

"What's up?"

"Would you clip that sissy's tits, for me? The stupid little bitch seems to have forgotten how."

"Sure thing," Sue said, smirking. "I think it's just hard for him to open and close them with his new french manicure.

Jason bit his plump lower lip as Karen's partner pinched his nipples hard and clamped his poor tits. She grinned, crooked her finger around the connecting chain, and yanked on it.

"Feel good sissy?" she said. "I'll bet you just love this. Don't you?"

Jason felt his eyes fill up. There was no hiding what he felt. The evidence was there, although greatly reduced, between his creamy thighs. Sue was spritzing his tits with an atomizer now so that his beautifully moisturized skin would glisten and Karen was back down behind the camera calling out orders. There was no time to feel sad. Jason bent forward on his big sissy heels, wearing nothing else but a red garter, no panties, and red fishnet stockings. He tried not to lose his balance. He lifted his breasts, now wearing nipple clamps, and offered them to the black lens capturing him for lord only knew how many horny viewers.