NOTE: Please read part one, first, as part 2 will make no sense to you, and I really don't want to write a synopsis of the previous chapter! While chapter one is a small retouching of my history, this chapter takes off into the realm of pure fantasy. I hope you like it. Thank you!

 

A Brother In Need, Is A Sister Indeed!

by Missy Satinpanties

Part 2

 

When I awoke the next morning, Carol was not in the bed with me, and I started to stretch, only to find I couldn't! I realized that my ankles were tied together with something soft, as were my still mittened hands, with a rope running from wrist to ankle. Not only that, but I had to pee, really, really bad! It all came slowly back to me, and I smiled, relaxed, and filled my diaper (What a lovely sound those words still have, "my diaper!") with a warm wet flow. Remembering my "lesson" of the night before, I waited a while, then began softly crying, not wanting to break the spell of being a baby. Soon, my efforts were rewarded by Carol's return.

Gone was the "Leave it to Beaver," perfect housewife's dress. What replaced it was a gorgeous full length satin peignoir in ivory, and trimmed with pale blue ribbon. She was wearing a pair of marabou trimmed high heeled slippers, and to my eyes, never looked more beautiful! "Ah, we're awake and wet, are we?" she cooed. "Well, wet Mommy change my widdle baby Missy, and then we can get some nice milk." "By the way," she continued, I'll bet you wondered why I tied your widdle hands and feet, huh? Well, I wanted you to remember that you were a baby, not a young man. You see, I was afraid that you would have just jumped out of bed as usual, and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to keep my Missy Babykins a little while longer." I could only coo and smile at my sister, the angel. An angel she might have been, because I was in heaven as she lifted my bottom to slide a plastic sheet under me. Next, she untied my ankles and hands, but left my mittens on. I had the use of my arms, but not my hands. Then, it was off first the satin followed by the crinkly plastic panties, the wet diapers, and then I felt the cool softness of the baby wipes. As she was placing the fresh diaper on me, and pinning it in place, she looked at me with a more serious look on her face.

"Missy," she started slowly, moving to the plush little dressing chair in her room, "I want to know what you want. I mean, what you really, really want." I started to speak, but she hushed me, and said, "I have a little proposition for you, and I want you to listen to me very carefully. You will listen carefully, won't you sweetheart?" I sensed that the time to play baby was over for a moment, and I assured her that I was listening to her every word. There we were, in my sister's bedroom, her sitting there in an elegant satin peignoir and high-heeled slippers, and me sitting on the bed, wearing a pink baby-doll nightgown, diapers, plastic pants with satin panties over them, and a pair of pink satin mittens that made my hands almost completely useless. Hardly what I would have thought of a week earlier if I had imagined having a serious conversation with my sister. I wasn't sure what was coming, but I was a little afraid of what she might have to say. Maybe last night was a total mistake for her, and she was ashamed. But if that was the case, why did she continue this morning? Maybe she was going away, and this was her last present to me. But then again, but no, but…I had no idea what she would say, but I knew that I had to listen closely, or I would miss something very important to me. Her look told me this much.

"Little brother," she began seriously, and then giggled. "Maybe I should say baby sister?" "Whatever makes you happy, Carol. You've made me so happy these last hours, I don't care what you call me, as long as you're happy with it," I replied sincerely. "Well, baby sister-brother, here's the deal," she began, serious again. "I've had an offer from a man to move in with him, and I'm going to take the offer, and want to take you with me." I sensed that this was not an offer from a lover, or fiancé, and kept my mouth shut while she explained. "A man wants me to be his paid, live-in lover, or I guess mistress or escort. He's a little, well, on the, I guess you could say, kinky side. He wants me to dress in corsets, and maid outfits, and a few other get-ups that he hasn't shown me yet. That whole ensemble I wore last night, as well as what I'm wearing now, came from him, sort of on deposit. Now, where do you come in? First of all, last night was the first time I have ever seen you sleep through the night without whimpering and crying in your sleep. Yes, I've heard you for a long time, ever since Mom died. You seemed truly happy and at peace last night, and I made a decision during the night that I wanted you out of this house, and with me. I love you very much, and want you to be very, very happy. Toward that end, I called Eric late last night, and discussed it with him. If you came with me, there would be conditions, sort of a fee for room and board. Now, my sweet little brother, who looks so cute as my widdle babykins, here is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, or rather questions. Question one is, do you want to live with me, away from our father?" That one was easy, and I was sitting there bobbing my head up and down. I noticed, for the first time, that I had stuck the pacifier back in my mouth, and didn't remember putting it in! "Okay, Melissa dear, here's the second and much more difficult question. Do you want to, or can you, live as a girl for a year? This would mean doing everything, and I want to emphasize, everything, a girl does. You would spend some time as a baby girl, and some as a young girl, and some more grown-up moments, all to make Eric happy." I was dumfounded and confused. My mind was churning at a million miles an hour, and getting nowhere. I was also a little turned on, no really turned on, as I was hard as a rock under my diapers. (I do love saying that!) "Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you really understand?" She asked me, staring at me intently. I took the pacifier out of my mouth, and looked deep into her green eyes. "I think I understand, at least I hope I understand. We will be together, out of here, and I get to stay a little girl, and feel ever so safe and happy. But, I would like to know a little more about this guy. How did you meet him, why the whole arrangement, and probably a thousand other questions once I calm down and think of them!"

My beautiful sister just sighed, her small, perfect breasts rising and falling under the satin. She looked down at her hands, her thick, shiny, dark golden hair falling in curtain on either side of her soft face. Quietly, she told me the story. Instead of waiting tables in a chain seafood restaurant like she told us, she had been working as a stripper at a small club. She told me that she could make as much in one night there, as she could in 2 weeks as a waitress, and she only had to work 6 hours a night, 4 nights a week. On a good night, some yahoo might stick a twenty in her g-string, in amongst the singles, fives and tens, or maybe even a fifty, and even though these large bills almost always had the guy's phone number on them, the bank took 'em just the same. Well, one night, this older gentleman came in and sat near the stage. His suit was expensive looking, but not flashy, and he had a thin watch on his wrist that was almost surely solid gold. She had seen him in there at least 3 or 4 times before, but always sitting at the bar, sipping a drink, and not really seeming to be interested in the meat market on stage. This night, though, he sat right up front, and when Carol came on to dance, he watched her like a cat watches a mouse. Finally when she was down to just her tiny little red panties, and dancing near the edge of the stage for her "tips", he leaned forward, and instead of pushing a bill under the elastic, he held out a little black cloth bag, and quickly tied it to the g-string. She could feel that it was kind of heavy, and she looked around for one of the bouncers or the manager to see what she should do, but they were just watching it happen, so she quickly finished her promenade, and headed for the dressing room. She threw the loose bills into a cigar box, put on her robe, and then opened the little bag. Inside were ten crisp new hundred dollar bills! A thousand dollars! There was also a note, not scribbled on a napkin, but written in elegant script on a piece of heavy stationery. In it, he asked to meet with her to discuss certain living arrangements, which would pay a lot more for the year than stripping in a smoky club for a bunch of local buffoons. If she was interested, she should get dressed, and come out into the parking lot in 15 minutes. If she was afraid, one of the security men should accompany her, by all means.

To make a long story short, she went, and met with Eric, who told her that he wanted her services as a live-in mistress and escort for a year, or maybe longer. She would be at his beck and call, wear whatever he wanted her to wear, go wherever he wanted her to go, and do anything he wanted her to do. The only thing Carol told him was that she didn't, and wouldn't touch any drugs. Eric laughed at this, and told her that when you had power, money, and the total services of a beautiful 22 year old, who needed drugs!

"Well, my sweet widdle baby sister, Missy, what do you think of your "Mommy's" story?" She asked, looking at me again. "Please don't bother trying to talk me out of it, because I've already signed a contract with him, for my services. In return, any clothing he buys me, and any jewelry is mine to keep, along with any other gifts that he gives me. I suppose I could even keep a few of the "costumes" if I chose. He will also pay all of my expenses while I am living with him, including full coverage medical and dental insurance. Once the contract is ended, he will pay me twenty-five thousand dollars in cash, pay to move me anywhere in the country I want, and will either help me secure a good job, or pay one-half toward college tuition at almost any college I want. That $25,000, plus the almost $5,000 that I have saved up by dancing, plus the $6,500 that I got from Mom's life insurance, should add up to a nice little nest egg to get my life started in a year. Eric has also agreed that if you sign a contract with him for the year, he would give you the same deal, except for ten thousand, not twenty-five. At then end of the year, with the sixty-five hundred that we both have in the bank from Mom, and our "wages", we should have around fifty-three thousand dollars to split between us, and college half paid for!" I laughed as she breathlessly recited this, and sat there with my mind spinning. "Uh, Sis, or Mommy," I started. "Yes my sweet?" I can add another four thousand or so to the total. You see, I've been sneaking Dad's ATM card out when he's passed out, and taking five hundred dollars out at least once a week for a while now. It was going to be my escape money for this summer, as soon as I had graduated." Carol just threw up her hands and laughed, a pure, clear laugh that told me that all was right. I looked at my wonderful sister, and confidently told her, "You tell Eric, that if he puts the contract in front of me, I'll sign. At least if you take these mittens off long enough!"

Carol's smile beamed at me like a searchlight through the fog. She jumped up, and threw herself on me, and before I knew it, she was kissing me deeply, our tongues fighting for space in each other's mouths. I tried to pull up her gown, but with my hand-hobbling satin mittens sliding on the satin of her gown and robe, I got nowhere. Finally, Carol broke away, and stood up. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes, and asked me if I was ready to begin my year of servitude. I looked at her without a word. She pushed me back on the bed, and grabbed the soft ropes that she had used the night before. Quickly, my hands were tied to the bedposts, and my ankles followed suit. Truth be told, I didn't put up much of a fight! Slowly she reached up and undid the clasp that held the robe of her peignoir closed at the throat. It hit the floor in a soft heap. She reached up, and slid the thin straps of the gown off her soft white shoulders, and the satin slithered to the floor around her ankles with a soft, sibilant whisper. My sister, my sister, now stood naked in front of me, wearing nothing but white high heels and a white satin thong. Slowly she peeled the thong down her smooth legs. I could see her beautiful B cub breasts, with deliciously firm nipples, heaving with each breath. I followed the delicate curve of her stomach to see her shaved pussy, already glistening. She climbed on the bed, and I strained to lick her breasts, but couldn't reach them. She just sat there, with her legs straddling my body, my body still dressed like an infant girl, tied to the bed, with a cock so hard under my diaper that I'm sure it would have been able to split wood! Slowly she moved up my body, until that pussy was right over my face, and then she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth, and told me to lick her until she came. That was one command that did not need to be given! I had never eaten a girls pussy before, in fact, had only seen them in a magazine, but with Carol's guidance, soon learned how to pleasure a woman with my mouth. When she came, my mouth was flooded with a pungent, salty fluid that was the pure essence of my sister. I loved it! She moaned, and shook, and came a second time in just moments. Finally, she rose off my tired, but happy tongue, and looked down at my cum covered mouth. "Missy," she whispered breathlessly, "That was wonderful! I have never had two orgasms before, and never had one this good!" She closed her eyes, and sort of shuddered. Opening them again, she fixed me with those wonderful green eyes and asked if I was ready to pass a little test. Test? What kind of test? What was she talking about? I was confused, and wanted to ask questions, but she lowered that wonderful pussy back onto my face and told me that she had to pee. PEE?!? NOW? HERE?!? Did she mean in my mouth? Suddenly a warm salty flow began, and without thinking about it, I began to swallow the sour, sharp tasting pee. I didn't think she would ever stop, but finally, she raised herself a bit, and told me to use my tongue to clean her up. I did this without really thinking, as my brain had ceased to function. I just knew that the pee had come from Carol, I loved Carol, and therefore, I loved her pee. It all made sense, in a way.

As she sat over me, she was smiling like the Madonna. She reached over, picked her thong up from the floor, and picked up my pacifier. She drug the skimpy little panties back and forth over my face, and I could smell the combined scent of her perfume and her wonderful pussy, all the while tasting her pee in my mouth. Suddenly, she shoved the thong into my mouth, and forced the pacifier in on top of it, tying the ribbons very tightly behind my head. I was gagged with my sister's panties! She began kissing my face, and then lifted the baby-doll nightie, and began kissing my stomach, moving up to my nipples. I had never thought about a man's nipples before. Girls had nipples that were to be explored, guys just had 'em. Now, I learned differently! She began to suck and nibble on my very sensitive nipples, until I thought I would go nuts! Finally, I felt her hands pulling down my satin panties, and then my plastic panties, as far as my bound and spread legs would allow. She slowly undid my diaper pins, and as the thick cloth came loose, my cock sprang to attention. Lovingly, she began to lick my cock and balls, and all I could do was moan around my gag, and try to hump more of my cock into her soft, warm mouth. Finally, she took all 5 inches of my cock into her mouth, and began to suck it to the back of her throat. That was it, I came almost immediately! My sister, whom I had always thought of as just my sister, another person living in the house, who just happened to be a girl, no make that a beautiful girl, had just given me a blowjob! I'll admit to a few fantasies about her as she got older, and became a young lady. I've even peeked in her door while she was dressing, and the sight of her back, clad only in white panties and a bra was very exciting. But she was my sister! You didn't even think about sex with your sister! Yet here I was! She looked up at me with a sly smile, and asked if I had enjoyed it. What a stupid question!! I had just received my first blowjob, got it from a beautiful girl who had just fulfilled fantasies I didn't even know I had, and she's dumb enough to ask if I enjoyed it??? All I could do was try to talk through my gag, and bob my head up and down as hard as I could

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Without untying me, or removing my gag, she slid out of bed, and slipped back into her gown and robe, and slipped her feet back into her sexy heels. She leaned down and stroked my cheek, and told me that I could look forward to this and more, some things I hadn't even thought about, and some things I might not enjoy, if I signed the contract with Eric. With those cryptic words, she untied my pacifier, and slowly untied my hands and feet, and helped me sit up. She walked over to her desk, and took a paper out of the drawer, and placed it in the center of the desk, along with a pen. She then walked over to me, and took my sweaty hands out of their satin prisons. She pointed at my satin panties, and told me to put them on, and then led me to the desk. She told me to read the paper very carefully, and then if I really wanted to go through with it, sign not only my real name, but my "new" name at the bottom. I read the paper twice, and what it said was that in return for the monetary compensation that Carol had described to me, I was to be Eric's servant, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for a period of 1 year. I was to serve him, and anyone he designated in any way, including sexually. Punishment, in the form of bondage and spankings could be given out for non-performance of my "duties." At the bottom of the paper there were two lines, with a typed name next to each one. The first line read "Michael W. McMurray," and the second read simply "Missy Melissa"

"Melissa," Carol said softly from behind me, with her hands on my shoulders, her hair around my neck, and her soft perfume filling my nostrils, "I want you to really think about this, make sure it's what you want. If you sign this, I'll call Eric, and he will send a car for us tomorrow. You can take anything you want with you, and Eric will put it in safe storage for you. We will leave a letter for Dad, pack your things, get dressed, and get in the car, and leave. No looking back, no regrets. I want you with me for this, but more importantly, I want you happy." Without a word, and with my hands shaking, I picked up the pen, and signed both my "old" and "new" names on the contract. Carol reached over me, took the contract, and slid it into a manila envelope, stepped to her dresser and picked up a cell phone. She hit a speed dial and waited a moment. When the person at the other end answered, she only said that I had signed the contract, and would be joining her at the estate tomorrow. The other voice said something, and she repeated, "Two O'clock, dressed as per instructions. Yes." With that, she hung up, and wrapped me in a soft hug that took all my fears away.

Carol took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. There, she sat me on the rug while she ran a bath, and added some scented oil to the water. While the tub was filling, she told me to stand up, and take off my nightie and panties, and to stand with my arms stretched out. She then took a bottle of depilatory cream, and smeared it all over my body, paying close attention to the crack of my ass and my armpits. I stood there, with the cream kind of burning, for about 10 minutes, and then Carol started the shower, and told me to step in. The hot water sluiced off the cream, along with any body hair I had. Then, she turned off the shower, and led my to the now-filled tub, where she washed me like a little child, even washing my hair for me with a flowery scented shampoo. Stepping out of the tub, I was dried off, and then she used a powder puff to dust me with perfumed talc that smelled like the bath oil; soft, flowery, and very feminine. Finally I was led back into her room to begin getting ready for the next day. Carol shaped my fingernails and toenails, and painted them a soft pink, plucked and shaped my eyebrows, which hurt, brushed my hair until it glowed, and finally tied it into a pony tail with a pink ribbon.

We spent the rest of the day doing my "lessons." Carol showed me how to walk in high heels, how to curtsey, and how to talk like a girl. I still looked like a boy who dressed in girl's clothes, but I was starting to get into the role fairly well. The lessons were mixed with periods of kissing, hugging, and some serious oral ministration to my "Mommy's" delicious pussy. Finally, after supper, she told me that I had two more lessons that I must learn before I could go to Eric's with her. She reminded me that I had signed the contract, but since she still had it on her desk, it could be torn up at any moment, if I so desired. So far, I had no such desires. That almost changed, though.

I was now wearing a formal gown that Carol had worn to her high school junior prom. It had a burgundy satin skirt, with an almost sheer white top, capped short sleeves, and an ivory satin bow in the back. I was surprised that it fit almost perfectly! I had on a pair of white satin panties that tied in cute little bows on the side, a camisole, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled pumps with 4 inch heels. This was what she was using to teach me how to walk and talk like a girl. Now, she told me it was time for my final lessons, and these were going to be the ones I might not like. She told me to open my mouth, and in moments I was back in the panty and pacifier gag. Then she led me down the stairs to the living room, and behind a low backed leather chair. With some Velcro straps that were stashed under the chair, she secured my ankles to the chair legs, and then told me to bend over the back of the chair, while she ran ropes from the Velcro cuffs that were now on my wrists, to the front legs of the chair. I was now helpless, and bent over in a very compromising position. I knew what was coming, but was scared nevertheless. Carol whisked the long skirt of the dress up over my back, and now I found out why the panties were tied into place. As she pulled at the bows, the satin panties fell away, leaving my ass naked and vulnerable. I saw several flashes, and knew that she was taking pictures of everything, like she had all day. Finally she moved around to in front of me, and took a picture of my gagged mouth and pleading eyes with tears beginning to form, telling me that these were going to be e-mailed to Eric to prove that I had passed these little "tests."

She then moved behind me, and I felt her run her hands all over my hairless and stocking covered legs, and then run them up to my naked bottom. I was shivering with dread and delight, as she cupped my balls in her soft hands, and gently ran her finger nails along my cock. I wanted her to continue, but she left my cock and balls, and soon I felt her finger at my rosy little butt hole. "Relax widdle Missy," she cooed, "The more you relax, the less it will hurt you, my sweet widdle babykins." I tried to relax, and soon her slender finger was in my ass all the way. It was a bit odd and a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt as she moved her finger in and out, and then pulled it all the way out. Next, I felt her finger smearing something cool on my ass, and then the finger was back inside, smearing what had to be lube inside my sphincter. Now I tensed up! More cajoling and cooing from "Mommy' soon had me calmed down again, especially when she told me that if needed this to stop, all I had to do was to snap my fingers 3 times, and we would stop, I would get untied, and the contract would be shredded. I knew I really didn't have a choice, but it was nice to know there was an escape route available if I needed one.

Now, I felt something hard and cold against my bottom, not like Carol's warm soft finger. "This is a little butt plug, my baby darling," she said softly as she pushed it against my muscle, and then all the way in. This one hurt, a lot! I yelled into my gag, and was openly crying. Carol told me that she was going to leave it in for 10 minutes, and then she would be back. I was alone, tied to a chair, dressed like a girl, with a plug up my ass! What in the Hell was I doing?! So far, I had been dressed and treated like a baby girl, gotten a blow job from my sister, and peed in my diapers, twice! I had eaten my sister's pussy, and then had her pee in my mouth! Now I had signed a contract to be a slave and sex toy for a man I had never met! I suspect Carol had given me these ten minutes to think about exactly this, and when she returned, she confirmed my suspicions.

"Melissa, my sweet little darling, have you been thinking about what's happening?" she began, and even though she was behind me, and I couldn't see her, I started nodding my head yes. "Well, baby doll, do you want your Mommy to stop, or should she keep going? Snap your fingers twice to keep going, and once to stop. I want you to know I won't love you any less, no matter what decision you make. To me, you will always be my baby brother, and deep down, my Missy Babykins." I thought very hard, and almost before I realized it, I heard my fingers snap twice, and Carol laughing and cheering me! "Oh Babykins! I love you so much, and I'm so glad you decided to go along! But now, it gets a little harder. With this warning, she walked around in front of me, and I saw that she was naked, except for completely sheer black robe, a pair of black stiletto heels, and, and, a…oh God! A realistic strap-on dildo was bobbing in front of her like a man's cock! She warned me not to speak, and she removed my pacifier and soggy panty gag, giving me a moment to work my mouth around to get rid of the stiffness. She then stooped down in front of the chair to retrieve something from the floor. It was another cock with a harness on it, and I couldn't figure out where it would go, until she told me to open my pretty little lips. I balked, looking at the long, horribly thick, and very realistic cock that was facing my mouth. As she pushed it against my lips, she reached up and grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. I held out for a moment, and when I finally opened my mouth for a breath, she forced the monster into my mouth, and tightly secured the harness around my head, so the there was no way to force out the intruder. Then, with cooing encouragement, she moved around behind me, and slowly slid the plug out of my ass. Quickly, I felt another intruder, although she told me that it was just another plug, but a lot bigger than the first one. This one went in easier than the first, but it still hurt, and I could feel my butt hole spreading wide for this new intrusion. "Now, darling, this is where it's going to get very, very difficult. Try to be brave, and be my good widdle baby girl, and I will make it up to you later. This is going to hurt, and you have my permission to cry, sweetie." With these words ringing in my ears, I felt a new, and very unwelcome sensation, as an unseen paddle cracked across my naked and plugged bottom! I began screaming into the cock-gag that completely filled my aching mouth, and the tears began to flow like rain down my cheeks. Blow after blow landed on my tender bottom, and the searing pain and heat were almost unbearable! But, for some reason, maybe love for Carol, maybe because I really was a submissive widdle sissy baby, I never used the escape route. Finally after what seemed like a million blows, but which turned out to be only 15, my beautiful Mommy put down the paddle, and began rubbing a soothing lotion on my sore bottom. I felt her fingers fool around my crack, and then the plug was slowly, ever so slowly, pulled from my abused hole. The relief, though, was short lived, as I felt her hands on my hips, and I suddenly remembered the strap-on monster. Slowly she forced this final indignity into my completely helpless, tender, and much abused asshole. It was pain beyond belief, coming on the heels of the first spanking I had gotten since I was 6 or 7, and that was only Mom's hand, NOT a paddle!

Ignoring my squeals, my tears, and my violent squirming, she continued to force the monster cock up my defenseless bottom, until I could feel her body pressed against mine. Reaching forward to caress my cock, she drew back, until it was almost out of me, and then drove it forward with a vengeance! Harder and faster she fucked my ass with the plastic cock, all the time massaging my stiff cock, until I couldn't tell where pain ended and pleasure began. Her voice, constantly telling me how much she love me, and wanted me to be happy, became ragged, and her breathing became louder as she approached her own orgasm, from the end of the dildo embedded in her pussy. My own orgasm was building, and as I shot a load of sissy cum all over the back of the chair, I could hear "Mommy" about ready to orgasm behind me. With a final moan and a shudder, she came to rest on my sweaty back, and I could feel her breasts against me, heaving with exertion. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled out of me, leaving my asshole feeling empty, somehow. The large butt plug, though, was replaced, and she came around in front of me, and released my hands, and took out the horrible cock gag. My hands were still hooked together by the Velcro wrist restraints, and with a quick ripping motion, my hands, and then my feet were freed. When I turned around on legs of jelly, Carol had dropped her cock and harness, and wrapped her arms around me, and began hugging and kissing me, like tomorrow would never come.

My darling, lovely, Sister-Mommy led me back upstairs, and took me into the bathroom, where she drew another bath. While it was running, she gently pulled out the butt plug, and told me use the potty like a big girl, and then get undressed. She sat me in the warm fragrant water, and told me sit there for a few minutes, allow the hot water to soothe my aching muscles, and sore bottom. She left the bathroom, telling me that "Mommy would be right back." I relaxed and replayed the day's events over and over in my mind. Could I go through with this? Could I really pull this off? Did I want to back out? The truth was, that even with the pain of the evening, I loved being dressed in satin and lace, and adored being loved and cared for. The sexual release was almost secondary to the feeling of love, safety, and security. That's what finally made my decision for me. Eric wanted me, Carol wanted me, our father didn't care. I would go with Carol, and not look back. I would be the best little girl, sex toy, slave, or whatever Eric and Carol decided I should be. My mind now at ease, and the pain in my bottom subsiding, I relaxed completely in the girly bubble bath, waiting for Mommy to come and get me.

We spent the rest of the night, with me dressed as a baby girl, and Mommy back in her white satin peignoir. Around 10:00, the sexual tension got the best of both of us, and found a naked young lady, on top of what looked like a very large baby girl, fucking like 2 minks! After I came in her sweet pussy, she moved up over my mouth, and without a word, I knew what to do. I licked and sucked our combined juices out of her, and brought her to two more orgasms before she collapsed on top of me, and we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, after a shower and a quick touch-up with the razor, we packed up all the things that I wanted to keep. I was surprised to find that it all fit into two suitcases, without forcing. After setting the bags by the front door, we went back upstairs where Carol pulled 2 large boxes out of the closet. Telling me that these were the clothes we were supposed to wear to meet Eric, she opened the first one to reveal a white satin corset, on top of a mass of white satin and frothy lace. Withdrawing the corset, she set it on her body, and hooked up the front. Grabbing hold of a bedpost, she told me to pull it as tight as I possible could, and then tie it off. When I had it as tight as I could, Carol's waist was pulled in farther than I thought possible, and her pretty little breasts were pushed up and out so they looked larger than before. With my help, she then rolled white silk stockings up those beautiful legs, and hooked them to the garter straps. A matching white satin panty went on next, over the garter straps. Finally, I helped her put on a pair of white high-heeled sandals, with a cute little ankle strap, that…they had locks! She instructed me to put the little brass locks on the straps. I asked her where the keys were, and was told that they were with Eric. Finally, she pulled out what I saw was a beautiful white satin and lace bridal gown, with sleeves that came right down to the back of her hands, with little loops that went over the middle fingers. I zipped up the tight dress, and I realized that even as slender as my sister was, this dress would never have fit without the corset. When Carol was dressed, it was time to get me ready.

Step one was to put the hated butt plug back in my rear end, and then covered up with a super-thick diaper, with some sort of extra material between the legs, that kept me from putting my legs anywhere close to together. Pink plastic panties came next, although these had a covering of pink nylon, and several rows of white lace on the bottom. As she was pulling them up my legs, I noticed a thin chain running all around the waistband, which my Mommy locked behind my back. Next, she lowered a white petticoat over my head, and as it settled around my waist, I could see that it had lots of layers, and stuck out almost a foot from my body, and wasn't even really long enough to cover my plastic panties! A pink satin party dress came next, zipped up the back, and then fastened there with a button, so there was no way to easily get undressed. White nylon socks with stiff pink lace came next, followed by pink patent leather Mary Janes, that, just like Mommy's high heels, were locked onto my feet with tiny brass locks. A sparkly pinafore, tied in back with a big fluffy bow finished the outfit, or so I thought. Mommy brought out my mittens again, and with a request to "hold my widdle hands out, with my widdle fingers tight together, she slid them on, and this time, ran two more of the little brass locks through a couple of eyelets in the wrists, before tying the ribbons. A big brimmed pink satin bonnet was tied onto my head, and my mouth was once again filled with a pair of used panties and my pacifier, tied tightly under my bonnet.

Now, I was surprised to see my sweet Mommy take the cock gag that she had used on me, and place it in her own mouth, buckling it behind her head. She placed a silk flower tiara on her head, mostly covering the straps. Finally, although it was hard to bend down with her corset and very high heels, she got the last items out of the box. Before I knew it, a pair of handcuffs were locked around my wrists! Then, to my surprise, she threaded a small cable around my waist, and locked the handcuffs to it, pinning my useless, satin-mittened hands to my front. She took a similar cable out, placed it around her own waist, and with a little bit of effort, soon Carol's delicate little hands were cuffed and pinned in front of her, just like mine. Now, bound and gagged, we weren't going anywhere, except where the mysterious Eric wanted us to go. I waddled over to my Mommy, and snuggled against her, making cooing sounds, trying to help us both relax. Almost 20 minutes went by, then the door opened, and a man in a dark grey suit opened the door, picked up my bags, and motioned to us to precede him out of the door.

Parked at the curb was a white van, with no windows, like a workman's van. There we were, bound, gagged, dressed like a bride and a baby, and being led out into the broad daylight, for all to see. The worst part was that we did it to ourselves, and had no one else to blame. Slowly we walked to the van. Carol walked slowly due to the extremely high heels she was wearing, and I could only waddle, due to the huge bulk of diaper between my legs. Once we got to the van, we found that there were no real seats, and we were told to kneel on heavy pillows, as chains from the roof of the van were hooked to our handcuffs, and pulled tight to hold us in place. What kind of place were we going to? What kind of man wanted us this way? We would find out, to our pain, and our pleasure, soon enough.

 

Well, that ends part 2, where I let my sissy imagination run way the heck away with me, and dream all the little sissy dreams I can dream. Let me know if you like this, and want me to continue, or let it die a peaceful sissy death.

With love, satin, lace, and bows

Missy Satinpanties

  

  

  

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