Book I – Awakening, in five chapters, deals with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. This chapter continues with the party and focuses on Dani's becoming all the sissy girl she can be!

It is rated XXX, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex and references to all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Either way, please do let me know.

 

Dani's Story

by sissystevie

 

Book I – Awakening

Chapter IV – Later the Second Evening, Debut and Deflowering

 

I was seated between Mummy and Sir John at the table closest to the dance floor. The orchestra, having added a few pieces, picked up the beat and started playing show tunes and other dancing favorites. Guests were beginning to dance.

Around our table also were Fred Gingerman and his delightful Julie, Electra Von Hellwigg – not surprisingly without poor Percy, and the Prendergast and Homequest couples. Also seated was a man whom I had briefly met in the receiving line simply named Lazarus.

He was another Alpha Male. Older, handsome and impeccable dressed in his tuxedo. Next to him was a beautiful frilly sissy named Daphne. She wore the puffiest, frilliest dress I had ever seen. Her petticoats formed a virtual sea of frills and lace about her. She wore a satin covered collar with a ribbon-like leash going to Lazarus' hand. She was just the perfect sissy sitting dutifully next to her Lord and Master – a picture of pure sissy contentment and acceptance of her position. She must have been one of the "blurs" in the receiving line when things were just moving too rapidly for me to fully appreciate. I did recall something about Lazarus being Sir John's legal counsel. Well, he certain seemed about to lay down the law with the comely Daphne.

At the next table Millie, Stevie and Sina were holding court with a veritable sea of giggling sissies and their amused gentlemen. Other tables were filled with a mixture of people all of whom seemed in the highest of spirits. Everywhere there was a highly charged aura of sexuality mixed with good natured fun at this elegant party. People danced on and off as dinner progressed, becoming more intimate with each course.

I wondered idly where the unfortunate Percy and my stepfather, now called Henrietta, were?

As dinner progressed, Sir John rose to his feet to make a toast. "I first welcome all my good friends to this most special night – the introduction of a new sissy. It is my honor to host this celebration in honor of a sissy that, by mutual acclaim of the people assembled here this evening, is destined to become one of the most feted and sought after beauties of her time. My glass rises to the lovely sissy Dani!"

I blushed, gave my very best sissy smile and almost fainted! I was simply overwhelmed. This really was all for me! And given by one of the most desirable Alpha Males on the face of the planet? Had it not been for a reassuring hug from Mummy I'm sure I would have burst into tears.

Sir John then stood and put out his hand, "Dani, dear, may I have this dance?"

He escorted me to the dance floor and took me into his arms. I nearly fainted again. This man was so handsomely strong and I felt so secure in his embrace. I managed to get the proper hands in the proper places and we began to move about the floor. He held me tighter and I just seemed to melt into his body. Soon I felt his manly cock stiffening and instinctively responded by pressing my hips back towards it. I reached up and tenderly kissed him on his check and said, "Thank you, Master!" He smiled and said, "You are quite welcome little sissy," and then he kissed me tenderly on my lips.

Other men began cutting in, lead by the ever gallant Mr. Gingerman, and I was spun about the floor by an endless number of handsome men, all with hard things in their pants.

Other toasts followed, including sweet ones from Mr. Gingerman saying the main character in his next literary masterpiece would be inspired by me, and Millie saying that I would become another muse of hers and, hopefully, her new runway model.

Mrs. Kane rose to say that if she ever allowed her sweet boys to grow up she would want them to become a girlie sissy just like me. Then to the great amusement of all added that, of course, sweet boys like hers should never, ever be permitted to grow up!

As dinner wore on the guests became more intimate. Some couples just kissed on the dance floor and heavy petting was common.

Walking back to my table I saw Stevie's head bobbing on her newly found man's hard cock from under their table. My, that sissy certainly did know how to keep a man's full attention. However, as she sucked away with complete abandon, I noticed that Sina and she were tightly holding hands. Was there something going on between the two of them the way I dreamed about my fair Millicent? I guessed she was Sina's "other priority" of the evening.

Mr. Gingerman, or "Mr. G" as her preferred to be called, walked back into the tent from outside. Beside him was the lovely Julie, licking a finger and her lips, both with contented smiles on their faces.

The mysterious Lazarus' sweet sissy Daphne was also under the table. From the smile on his face there was no doubt as to how polished his man-knob was getting. I wondered how all those petticoat even fit under the table. These people certainly did know how to enjoy themselves! I was fascinated with under the table blow jobs. It seemed so submissively exciting and reminded me of the sucking I had given Sir John earlier in the day in his Rolls. "Oh my God," I thought, "this really had been quite an eventful day – so many things so quickly!"

Plates were cleared and dessert and champagne were served. Maria appeared next to me and announced that we were going to the ladies room. "We have to touch up your makeup for your presentation my sweet." Mummy nodded and off I went.

As we returned after Maria had checked every part of me for perfection, I noticed that the tent had quieted down and anticipation seemed to hang in the warm spring air. Even the sissies were back in the seats repairing their makeup.

Anna appeared carrying a large bouquet of white lilies as Mummy put out her hand and said, "It's time, Dani, take the flowers and follow me. Mind your very best sissy deportment." I rose, and led by her hand was escorted to the middle of the dance floor.

Mummy took a glass of champagne offered by Millicent and the tent became quiet. I stood beaming next to Mummy holding the flowers.

She began, "My friends, it is an honor to at long last present my sissy to you. Many of you know how I have struggled for years with this. Clearly Dani was born a sissy and has always been a sissy underneath. Because of my sacred promise to her father and my late husband, I waited until she became eighteen years old before allowing Dani to take her natural position in life. She has much to learn and develop, but as she starts with so very many natural and innate qualities, she will fulfill everyone's dreams to become the perfect sissy. Ladies, gentlemen and sissies, I give my daughter, Dani!"

With that she and the entire party raised their glasses. I was awestricken. She whispered in my ear, "Now sweetie, do that runway strut of yours around the front of the dance floor…go girl! Relish this moment!"

My knees started to go weak, but just like last night with Sir John, I drew as deep a breath as my bustier would permit and carried forward.

When I got to the front of the dance floor my strut came back. I flipped by hair and flashed my best "killer smile." The guests went crazy with applause. The cameras flashed. I got even bolder, moving my hips and little titties about with my head held high. The entire moment, the wonderful scene, my incredible satin outfit that displayed and teased every part of my body all began causing my peenie great distress.

I went from far left to far right on the floor and then I sashayed back to the center and did my little curtsey. The applause had not only continued by now reached a fever pitch. I loved it! My peenie really loved it!

As I came up from my curtsey a smile radiated from my lips. Then it happened! When I was fully standing again my poor torment little peenie just let loose. It erupted and squirted its cream in long arcs before me. I squealed in a high pitch voice in embarrassment, which only excited the people more.

Someone said in a loud voice, "Oh my God, what a perfect sissy!"

Part of me was aghast. Only the very sissiest of pantywaisted nancyboys would so utterly lose control as to squirt in front of everyone at her very own coming out party! Another part felt quite differently.

However, I was concerned about Mummy. I turned to her in terror that she would be both angry and disappointed. She wasn't at all. Actually she was greatly amused and was laughing with everyone else. She motioned for more champagne, saying that since the sissy had popped her "cork" maybe the rest of us should!

Well, with hindsight, what else would one really expect from such a perfectly frilly sissy in such a sexually charged setting?

I looked back at Mummy would was listening to something Millicent was apparently requesting. He smiled and nodded approval. As I returned to Mummy, Millicent knelt down on the floor where most of my sissy cream had ended up and shamelessly began to joyfully lap it up with her tongue. The guests loved that as well, although a couple of other sissies seemed quite disappointed. Were we sissies that hungry for each other's sweet cream?

Mummy took my hand, asked me to curtsey again and led me back into the house leaving me off from my debut bow, and squirt, in the hallway of the house where Maria awaited.

"Up the pink bedroom where we dressed earlier – we have some repair work to do before you are given to Sir John," Maria ordered. She chuckled as she added, "Well at least we don't have to worry about you squirting again soon, do we?" I blushed, but she smiled at me and added, "Sissy, that little accident may have been the sweetest thing you will do all night! All you sissies do it, and the guests adoring seeing you do it." We went up the stairs to the bedroom where Anna had various things laid out.

"First we need to get you a bit undressed and then clean a few things up," Maria stated.

Both women helped me out of my vest, blouse, short pants and heels. They also removed my large hair fall, eliciting a frown from me as I quite liked the look. Although wiggling my feet out of those heels felt divine.

"Don't worry my pet, everything will be perfect, but we must also consider the demands of your next 'performance.' And, sweetie, don't fret about your poor feet. It's something every other woman and sissy is going through at this very moment, and anyway, the balance of your evening will not require a lot of standing," Maria chuckled.

"Now, bend over, I want to remove that plug and add some more special ointment to your little love hole. We want you all nice and pretty and moist down there for your Master, don't we?"

Anna removed my stockings, peenie petal and panties. She wiped me down while Maria contemplated my hair and face. Anna massaged a lovely scented lotion over the cleansed area and actually even gave my poor feet a brief rub that was very close to heaven.

Maria started to repair my makeup while Anna began working on my outfit.

"I will later need her on her feet to adjust the bustier," Anna said to Maria as she began raising the wispiest pair of lace panties up my legs. They were briefer than my earlier ones and were also open to display my little teapot while more broadly exposing in my rear – again framing rather than concealing my naughty parts. I felt deliciously exposed and naughty in them.

Anna giggled as she tied a large satin bow about my peenie as if it were a present being wrapped. Well, I was little sissy cumquat being offered up the Lord and Master, wasn't I?

Next came my stockings. They were sheer fully fashion nylons with seams and reinforced toes and heels, topped with at least four inches of lace. My pearl anklet was replaced, accenting my slim ankle and a garter with a huge ten inch white satin bow was slipped up my leg. More wrapping for the little cumquat!

Anna then proceeded to put very high heels on me. They were white patent with stiletto heels that had to approach six inches. The shoes had both ankle and instep straps that ensured they would stay in place. I shuddered at the thought of walking in them, even a little bit! All I could think that they certainly put a capital "F" in "FMP!"

Anna checked, cleaned and buffed my nails, put lace elbow length fingerless gloves ending in a circle of lacy frills and both ends, similar to those worn by the lovely Millicent, on my arms. My pearl bracelet and rings finished thing off.

Maria had finished with redoing my face. I noticed that my makeup was considerably heavier and more pronounced – even perhaps a little on the slutty side. She also had redone my hair. A smaller hair piece has been cleverly integrated into my own longish hair to make a perfect bob with one side curved partially over my left eye. I quite liked the look actually – sexy but practical for an "active" girl entertaining her man!

I was stood up so that my bustier could be sorted out. It was considerably more comfortable than when they first put in on. Either I was becoming acclimated to it, or it had loosened a bit – or maybe a little of each.

A second pair of white ruffled bridal satin panties were put between my legs and tied on each side with wide satin ribbons into large sissy bows. Yet another huge satin bow was sewn on rear of the panties – bows certainly were very much part of being a sissy. "Sissy, do not play with the side bows as they will come undone, and that act belongs to your Master," Maria cautioned.

The two women again started to tug and push to rearrange my lingerie, concentrating on my bustier – Anna working the back laces and Maria working my titties so they protruded as much as possible. She even pinched my nipples to make them stand out further, which elicited a high squeak followed by a loan moan from me. My garter clasps were adjusted to make my seams straight and the tops uniform in height. Anna added some soft body powder and a few sprays of delightful perfume.

The tugging between the garters and stockings together with the sheer caress of my cover panties stirred my little peenie back to full life.

"Now princess, your top and we are done," said Maria.

A very sheer nearly transparent white wisp of a baby doll top was lowered over my head. It really almost floated down over me. On each shoulder was yet another huge satin bow which gathered the fabric before it cascaded down my front and rear. The top was again gathered just under my titties to form an empire waist with a third bow in the center. From there the top extended out to end in a ring of ruffles ending a few inches above the top of my cover panties.

After a final head to toe inspection and minor adjustments, the women pronounced me ready. "You really are beautiful, Dani," Maria stated, really almost to herself. "You may be the most beautiful sissy I have ever seen."

I melted and leaned over to kiss her on her cheek, "Thank you both so much for helping me, Miss Maria and Miss Anna. I am so very happy right now." We all hugged and almost started to cry.

"Now, Dani, we have one more thing to practice – a deep curtsey. First watch me and then will try it together." Maria executed a perfect deep curtsey. "Now Anna, dear, please steady her and we will do it together. Dani, hold the sides of your babydoll with your thumb and forefinger; yes, hold your other fingers outward and bent like the little prissy sissy that you are"

I had gotten the hang of my little sissy dip during the evening, but this was far deeper and in far higher heels. Down we went with Anna steadying me. By fifth try and with some minor modifications to the really deep perfect curtsies that the beautiful Millicent did with such ease, we arrived at a curtsey Maria deemed acceptable.

Picking up a little box, Maria said, "Off we go my little prissy sissy, tonight your little peenie will become a clitty!" I quizzically looked at Maria wondering just what she meant. "Oh sissy, it's not a physical change, just a name change to reflect the change in the sissy's life. I think you will have a better idea in the morning when you are no longer a virgin."

We went through the kitchen to a large pantry as Mummy came through the door leading to the tent. "Oh, Dani, you look good enough to feast on!" Then warmly smiling at me, "And I think that is precisely what Sir John is going to do shortly!"

"Ladies," referring to Maria and Anna, "once again you have outdone yourselves. Thank you so much!

"Now, Dani, a few words about what will happen. You already have been presented to our friends as my sissy son. I am now going to give you to one of my dearest friends to be made into the girlie sissy you must become. It is a gift that Sir John shall give you this evening and one that most sissies can only dream of. It will be your transition from sissy boy to sissy girl. Tomorrow morning you will be quite a different person and an entirely different sissy. You will be my sissy daughter!

"Maria do you have her collar?"

Mummy took the box Maria carried down stairs and took out a satin and pearled covered choker with a ring attached to the front. "Lean forward and extend your neck. This collar represents your obedient submission to both Sir John and me. It will remind you that this evening you must please your Master in all respects. A sissy who only cares about given pleasure will receive the greatest pleasure in return. Both Sir John and I expect nothing less."

Somewhat horrified I did precisely as ordered and felt her placing the collar about my neck. Then I heard a decided click as it was locked, yes locked, into place. The sound was quite distinctive and seemingly quite permanent!

Gently pulling me back up so I was again standing straight, Mummy added, "Now, now, Dani, there are certain things that you simply must accept as part of this new life of yours. You are about to cross a very real Rubicon and enter a far, far better life – one that you were always meant for. You sense that with every bone in your body, including the very hard little one between your legs, do you not?"

I cannot explain how or why, but I did, and my little peenie seemed to understand it even better! I looked her in her eyes and said, "Yes, Mummy, I do."

"That's my good girl. When I lead you onto the dance floor you are to look as beautiful as you can. Do not go into your little model's runway gait – just simply follow me in submissive little girlish steps. You must both understand and fully appreciate the meaning of the moment and its solemnity."

She took a satin covered leash from the box and clipped the leash to my collar. "Now doesn't that feel better? Sometimes being controlled can be so comforting. Don't you agree, Dani, dear?"

I gulped a bit, but managed, "Yes, Mummy dear." However, I did feel strangely comfortable and secure being connected to this beautiful and powerful woman, who had been the focus of my secret forbidden thoughts for years.

"Excellent, Sir John will be standing in the center of the dance floor. I will lead you to him. The entire time I want your eyes focused on his crotch as that is where your gift resides.

"You will curtsey as deeply as practical without toppling over. I will then hand him the leash and, with that, total control over you. He will then motion for you to go to your knees, and when there you shall lean forward and reverently kiss his pants just over his cock. He may even take his cock out and have you kiss it directly. That is up to him.

"He will then have you rise and proceed to take off your over panties. I hope that your little peenie will be as nicely stiff like it is right now, but do not have another little squirting performance as you did earlier. One public squirt per party is quite sufficient!

"We all then will drink a toast to the two of your and Sir John will toss your pretty panties to the gentlemen – and perhaps a few eager ladies as well. You, in turn, will toss your bouquet to the gather sissies. Great cheers will come up as your Master leads you away to become a woman.

"The next morning, despite you still being a male, I doubt that an iota of boy will be left in you! That is why a very well fucked, to use a crude – but exactly correct – term, sissy no longer has a boy peenie. She now has a girlie clitty. It is minor change in terminology, but none the less an important step. It always has been your destiny.

Anna appeared with a floral bouquet, this one very much like a bridal arrangement with a little handle for me to hold. I took it and Mummy showed me how to hold it at my waist, instructing me once again to keep my eyes focused at all times on my Masters crotch.

"Maria, please tell Sir John that we are ready and check on their status, thank you."

While waiting, my eyes wandered to the other end of the pantry. They locked on a scene that I could not believe – at least at that time. Both the poor pitiful Percy and my very own, once macho (to me) stepfather Henry / Henrietta were attached to most peculiar device in the most humiliating position anyone could possibly dream off. I assumed this way the "trolley" that Mummy had referred to earlier.

Each man was dressed in tightly laced red latex corset with suspenders, red fishnet stockings and impossibly high ten inch red patent platform heels – the heels having locking straps securing them in place.

Their lips and nails were painted the brightest red to match their garish outfits. Their eyes were overly made up to resemble the lowest class street prostitute. Their male body hair was gone, but they seemed to retain their masculine hair cuts.

If that was not bad enough, each man had a matching red broad leather collar about his neck that extended up with straps on each side and the rear to join another strap about his forehead. They formed a tight harness that that was secured by several pad locks. Most extraordinary, however, were the two four inch metal rods extended from just below their ears on each side of their heads. At the end of each rod was a handle-like grip. Another person could literally "drive" their heads, and I presumed, their mouths, into any position at will!

The wimp-men were each secured in a kneeling position to a little platform that appeared to be on rollers – apparently the "trolley.". The platforms were actually bondage devices. Their legs were secured to cushions on the platforms' bases by tight straps just below their knees and again at their ankles. Their platform heels dangled helplessly over the far end.

A small wire and rubber tube ending in a small palm pump extended from each wimp's bum. The wire attached to a little box, similar to the one used for my tittie treatments. "Was that an inflatable plug?" I wondered. If so, then the wire must cause stimulation about the plug.

Now I saw what I had earlier detected as that hard device between my stepfather's legs. It was a small curved metal tube covering the shaft, but not the head, of his cock and it looked quite painful. The tube was attached to a locking cuff-type ring that went very tightly around the base of his "package." "Ouch" was all I could think. "So that's what a male chastity device looked like," I thought. Poor pitiful Percy was secured in the same device.

From a ring at the tip of the tube, two small taunt chains extended: one down to another ring at the base of the platform, and the other up to a ring on the horizontal pipe. The chains forced him to remain upright and lean forward or else suffer a truly horrible fate. Secured just under the metal tube was a wide glass that collected each wimp's cock drippings. Apparently, despite the abject humiliation and extreme torment caused by the chastity devices, the wimps actually were leaking out their own cum! The bizarre bondage together with the abject humiliation was obviously intensely sexually stimulating to them.

 

Looking upward, I noticed that at the front of the trolley metal pipes vertically rose from each side and were connected at their tops by a similar horizontal pipe, which also served as a handle to maneuver the trolley. Each wimp's wrists were shacked and locked to the vertical pipes and a short chain attached the locked neck collar to the horizontal bar. One vertical post had a two foot extension with a small framed slate blackboard with a piece of chalk attached to it. There were chalk hash marks on each board.

The last touch of humiliating was a logo-type sign hanging down form the horizontal pipe that said, "SISSY SUCK-O-MACTIC."

And indeed that is precisely what they appeared to be – both wimps' faces were quite literally coated with real man juice. Their eye makeup was a mess, but their lips remained ruby red. They were the very epitome of complete degradation and public humiliation!

Mummy said, "I see you've discovered your stepfather's and Percy's fate for the evening. Aren't they just such a spectacle?" We giggled a bit as two waiters came over to them, unloosening their cocks. The men adjusted the trolleys and, grabbing the ever convenient head handles, shoved their cocks in each wimp's mouth and, no doubt, down their throats.

"Let's go let them know we are watching them," said Mummy. She walked with me following in my own tether over so they could see us, despite their "occupied" mouths.

Mummy asked them, "Having fun my pets?" Of course any answer was quite impossible. "Hummm," she continued looking at the blackboards, "let me see how you two are doing? Oh, it would seem that my very own Henrietta is in the lead with four sloppy loads of cum deposited to only two for Percy, but then Percy was a late arrival. We may have to handicap this little contest," she mocked.

"Electra and I have decided that as a reward we are going to let you two fagots spend the night together in the same cage down in the dungeon. We may even have your chastities removed so you can do all those nasty fagot things you dream about. It, after all, is only fair because we girls certainly will be having our own fun together her bed all night. I'll talk with Willy and Hans before they take you down to the dungeon. They, of course, also may want to have their way with your sweet little asses before lacking you up for the night."

I thought Mummy to be somewhat cruel until I saw both wimps actually adding even more "drippings" in the little cum glasses under their caged cockettes. They seemed to love their deep humiliation, or was it the thought of spending the night together?

Maria entered and announced all was ready and we were off. "Mind your deportment and my instructions!"

Anna held the door and Maria cleared the way as I was led by the collar and leash to meet my Master and my fate. What little noise there was where we entered became stone silence as we approached the dance floor.

Sir John, my Master, stood waiting for me as elegantly and handsomely as ever. Maybe even more so! Sir John had changed into a velvet and brocade traditional gentlemen's smoking jacket with a large ascot. His pants had become tailor silk pajama trousers and he wore fine Belgium slippers. I was mesmerized!

There was no doubt of the meaning of this little ceremony. Not only was I dressed as some type of almost sacrificial virgin – and perhaps I was just that, but he was dressed as the primary Alpha Male awaiting his due.

Mummy led me to him. The guests, the cameras flashing and everything else faded – this was about Mummy, Master and sissy. The collar and leash were somehow even more comforting.

As we approached him, Mummy went somewhat to my side so that I could come to my master in full view of the guests. This was my first, and maybe my most difficult moment – the deep curtsey!

I neared Sir John, eyes dutifully locked on his manly love nest, drew a deep breath, and went into the curtsey. Daintily I held each side of my short nightie, positioned my legs and went into the dip. As I started down I remember Mummy's caution, "without toppling over," and measured by dip. As I recovered I could my leash being transferred from Mummy-Mistress to Master. My heart was beating a thousand beats a second. My peenie was throbbing.

Sir John did not motion, but merely said, "Kneel sissy and show you respect and total submission to your Master."

I knelt as commanded and leaned forward toward my Masters crown jewels. My entire world was focused simply on that. There were only two things on the face of the earth – my mouth and Master's cock. It really was just that simple.

As I nearer my "fate," Master opened his jacket and there standing proud was a raging, throbbing, skin busting erect Man cock! At its tip was a drop of precious precum. I trembled as it entirely possessed me. I was consumed by it as I leaned forward to kiss its tip and accept his preliminary gift of his manly seed.

My kiss was not out of lust, although lust certainly has consumed me. It was a kiss of worship; a kiss of complete submission; a kiss in anticipation of what that magnificent manly tool would shortly do to me.

I kissed it in a virtual vacuum at first, everything else was entirely shut out of my conscience, but as I lingered in the joy of his cock, I became aware that the entire party was applauding in celebration.

Sir John gently tugged at my leash, causing me to rise. "Give my guests another sweet curtsey, my sissy," he commanded. I did just that with more ease and somewhat deeper this time. More cheers and applause followed.

"And now, to unveil her little peenie that is about to become a clitty!" Master announced.

He untied one panty side bow at a time a then, with considerable flourish, pulled my satin over panties from me, holding them high in the air – my little peenie – soon to be christened clitty – standing stiff in its ribbon wrapping.

Sir John announced, "Gentlemen, and I see, some ladies, I give you this soon to be deflowered sissy's panties!" He then tossed my cute little panties into an eager group of mostly Alfa Male guests. There was a brief scramble, but a very cool single hand stretched out and effortlessly snagged the prize. It was that divine Mr. G! He winked at me while he sweetly kissed them – such a dashing gentleman! "Did they give him some form of 'claim' to my sweet charms?" I wondered, half flirting with the idea of spending some special private time with such a handsome gentleman.

The guests loved it! "And now ladies, girls and sissies, the bouquet toss!" announced Sir John. There was a bit of another scramble as a sea of silk and satin came forward.

"Dani, please toss your flowers to the girls." I stepped forward ready to toss, a little concerned about my too-high heels, they really were made for other things. There slightly to one side and standing next to a forbidding Electra, was Millicent. In a flash I realized there was only one person I wanted to have my bouquet.

Of course, only a limp wrested underhand toss was appropriate. I drew my hand back, giggled a bit, made like I was going to toss into the middle of the assembled sissies, but aimed directly for the divine Millicent.

The flowers arched up and landed perfectly in Millicent's arms, without interference from the other sissies –thanks, no doubt, to the presence of the stern Mistress standing next to her.

Both Millicent and I sighed loud enough for everyone to hear. People laughed and applauded loudly. It would seem that our secret little looks at each other were not terribly secret at all. We both blushed deeply, which only pleased everyone more.

But now it was time to meet my fate and I turned and gave my very, very best coquette smile to my Master, who thankfully seemed merely amused with my little flirtation with the beautiful sissy maid. Thank God!

Thus, there I stood, an Alpha Male's prize – a collared and leashed sissy bedecked in the most beguiling confection of silk, satin and lace that displayed my every secret naughty spot in the most provocative way.

As if to punctuate that moment, Mummy stood forward and said, "A toast to a Master and his virgin sissy prize!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank more fine champagne as I was led by my leash from the dance floor to meet my new life!

The trip to Master's chambers was in silence. We both seamed to be contemplating the events to come. I felt safe and secure being led by him. Although I certainly had strong desires for the sweet Millicent, this most manly of men drew me to him like a moth to a flame. A lovely chill went through my entire body that made me tingle in anticipation.

His bedroom was large and beautifully decorated as a real man's sanctuary. It was paneled in parts and was done in masculine earth colors. The very sight of it drew me closer to him and his power.

Again in silence he led me over by the fireplace and smiled at me. Not sure what to do, I went to my knees – my eyes locked on the spot where I knew his magnificent cock laid underneath.

He leaned down and gently kissed my head and said in a very low voice, "Dani, you are a perfect sissy and I desire you very deeply." He leaned down and undid my leash and tossed it to a nearby chair. "Now rise and accept your Master's love."

I rose and he took me into his strong arms. Heaven and I had met! I turned my face up to his as he came forward to kiss me. It was a deep, controlling kiss. His tongue penetrated me just as his cock was surely going to penetrate me later. I willing accepted it and returned his urgent kiss with equal passion. His kisses moved to my cheeks and then my neck. I swooned. This beautiful man could have anything he wanted, and I was sure he would take it just as it pleased him.

He tugged the sheer top of my baby doll nightie down under my titties to fully expose them, a feature of the design I had missed, and his hands fondled my hard little nipples, sending further chills through my body. I never had dreamed how sensitive and how devastatingly erotic my titties could become. I longed to have his mouth on them. I moaned as I started sliding down a slope to pure bliss. "Oooh, Master, my divine Master!" was all I could mutter.

My hips urgently pressed his and I felt his man pole straining towards me, demanding me. Right then and there I was more sexually charged that the high point of the night before, and we had only kissed! That small flame of desire had ignited itself into a burning ball within me.

Before I knew what was happening, his slipped his strong arms under me a picked me up. "Oh, Master!" I sighed as my lips sought his as urgently as his had kissed be seconds before. I so needed this man! He carried me to his bed, the epicenter of his lair and his manhood. As he gently laid me down I was in complete surrender. I wanted this man to take me, to have me, to posses me – utterly and completely.

He removed his slippers, jacket and bottoms, standing before me naked and demanding. He truly was a beautiful man – mature, lean, strong and dominating, but at that very moment his cock was the beacon of my attention. I was openly gaping at it with shameless lust.

"What does my sissy want?" he asked. "You cock, Master. I want to hold it in my mouth. To again submit to its power and savor its delights," I swooned. After a pause I added, "But Master, I also want your cock to take me as a woman." I sighed and muttered, "It is so very hard to choose at times."

Master broadly smiled and said, "You are the most delightful and cunning sissy I have even known, Dani. Thankfully, Master knows best and tonight I shall allow you a taste of my manhood, but only to prepare it and you for your deflowering.

He put one knee on the side on the bed bring his power pole close to my face. "Kiss it, my sweet sissy, and tell it, not me, how much you desire it. Make love to it as if it were a separate being."

I reached up and held his cock with one of my hands and my head rose to softly kiss it. "I adore this beautiful manly thing," I said as my kisses rained down all over it. I took it deeply into my mouth, as much as the somewhat awkward angle would allow. I came up on it with the tightest possible lip-seal ending with that wonderful pop sound as I came off it. "Oh, Mr. Cock, will you please make me a woman tonight?"

Master chuckled and asked me to return to my back, which I both eagerly and reluctantly did – I did so adore having his beautiful cock in my mouth. He swung over me taking my lips onto his. The kiss continued on with his tongue exploring my mouth and his hands going down to caress my titties. The rapture retuned to me and that ball of desire began its ascent. His mouth at last went to my needy nipples, urgently kissing and sucking them.

After retrieving a tube of lubrication, he settled next to me, and continued kissing and sucking my titties, driving me further into ecstasy. Then his right hand, now lubricated, began stroking my love hole. It felt even better as his fingers traced around its rim and even upward towards my little pink purse. A surprising, almost feral, deep moan came out of me as the passion crept up over my entire body.

As his index finger went into me fully my moans became louder and more frequent. Like last night, I was held a prisoner of passion coming from both my titties and my love hole. When his second finger entered me new orgasmic waves on pleasure rippled over me. As he ever so gently moved them to massage my tight virgin love nest, he softly said, "Dani, tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what your tight sissy pussy needs!"

"Master, my pussy needs your cock. I need your cock! Please Master, give me your beautiful manly pole… Please, please, please fuck me and make me your woman! Oh, Master, FUCK ME! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!" I screamed in a shockingly high and loud voice.

He briefly inserted and third finger to give me a final stretch and said, "Now, my dear, take that tube of lubrication and prepare my cock. Do it knowing that what you are preparing is shortly going to penetrate not only your sissy cunt, but also your very soul. You will return from its visit very much a woman. The boy in you will have disappeared completely."

I knew that what he said was the truth as I applied the slick oily substance. I could feel every vein, bump, ridge and texture of the magnificent tower of manhood before me. It looked so huge that it both frightened and excited me at the same time.

"Good Dani, now we are going to do this somewhat differently that you may have imagined. I am going to lie down on my back and then you will straddle me, facing forward."

I moved about trying to position myself. "Here, a pillow under one knee might help", he offered. "Good, now position yourself over my cock – use another pillow if it will help." His voice was soft, but clearly in total control. I, at that point, was mechanically following his orders. Shortly, and with some help from his strong hands, I was positioned over the instrument of my final surrender.

"Dani, you are going to slowly, and entirely at your own pace, accept me into you. I want you to consciously and deliberately to deflower yourself and enter womanhood by your own actions. I will guide my cock to you, but you must cause it to enter."

I felt the tip of his tower touch and then press my rosebud. The moment was upon me. I tentatively pushed a bit, but nothing happened. I spread my legs a bit more on the pillows, reached back to part my cheeks and pushed again. I squealed in an uncontrolled high pitch voice as his head literally popped into me. It was more out of shock than pain, although there was a little of that. My plugs have not opened up that part of me, only Sir John's lovely preparation earlier had.

"Dani, rest a bit and let you pussy adjust to it. Savor the fact that your Master's cock is now in you, and the rest is inevitable." His strong hands were now on my hips providing stability and comfort.

I wiggled my hips just a little bit, liking the sensation, and then pushed downward. His cock entered a little bit further until I felt resistance and some pain. I felt full, as if going to the bathroom – not an unpleasant feeling though.

"Good, Dani, try to bear down with your bowels as you push down on me. I know it sounds like the reverse of the direction your want, but it will ease the path."

I wiggled my hips again, this time a tad more. The feeling was now quite nice. Then I slowly bore down again on his mighty manhood, this time accepting another inch or two. Really unsure how far in his cock was, I rested for a short time, wiggled my hips again – I did like that – and went for another dip. It was easier this time.

"Yes, my dear, you are getting there. Now try coming back up on me and then descending. Start to fuck my cock into your sissy cunt." Not at all shocked by his lurid words, I did back up and the feeling was very nice. However, I went too far, and it popped out!

"Oooh," I squealed, not at all happy about losing him. His gave me a low laugh and said, "Not to worry my dear, it's still here and ready for you." He guided his cock back into me, surprisingly easily this time. "Now, Dani, slowly work it; fuck it. Get to know it as it completes its journey into you." He took my tender diamond hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began rolling and massaging them, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from me.

As I came down on him this time that ball of fire in me started to renew itself. I felt a shudder as his warm, hard manhood reached and passed its prior penetration point. This time when I felt resistance I pressed even further, and then again retreated to savor that wonderful feeling.

Keeping him in me this time, I came down on it with more determination. The little fire ball spread. Tingles came from my titties and spread over my back and up to my head while other charges went across groins down to my toes. Every nerve in my body seemed alive and on fire with desire.

One more thrust I thought. I rose again, knowing that this time I would receive all of my man into me and become his woman. The fire in me ranged as I withdrew, paused and then, with a high pitched shriek, recklessly impaled myself completely on my Master's manhood. If there was any pain, I cannot recall it. There was just the huge rush of completing my voyage and accepting my womanhood.

The base of his cock and his public hairs touched my split rear. His cock twitched in me. My hips, quite on there own, moved as the now white hot fire raged within me, seizing both my body and very soul.

Noises came out of me that I had never heard before. Some were from a new found lust deep from within me; others were high pitched squeals from the girl I had always been. My whole body contracted, and I was aware that my new found, but quite soft clitty was squirting as it never had before. It was not a stiff peenie squirting, but rather it a soft clitty responding to my whole body climaxing in an ongoing orgasm.

For a moment the world seemed to stop – time had stopped. Master lay there quietly, still very erect and hard in me while I decompressed and something approaching normal breathing returned.

After a few more moments he said, "Welcome to your new life, Dani. You are now 'woman' in the most import way! Savor and enjoy it for a few moments, but we are far from done here. When you are ready I want you to slowly start fucking me again. That fire in you is still just below the surface. After it reignites I will take over and give you the man fuck you need to complete your little journey here tonight."

A few minutes later and without conscious thought whatsoever, my hips slowly began moving and experimenting with sensations I had never even dreamed of. I settled into a back and fort rocking motion that moved his cock in and out of me in a wonderful way. The fire began its spread in a slower, but a more deliberate, consuming way. The deep passion moans returned as my passion rapidly renewed itself.

"Oooh, it's retuning! Oooh, so nice!" I half moaned, half squeaked.

Master began to stir. The animal in the consummate Alfa Male arose. I sense it. I knew it. I was his woman and I was to be taken. I simply would become his mating stock – his bitch! It was foregone that I would freely give anything and everything to serve my Master and his manly needs.

I a move I cannot describe, Master partially sat up, took me in his arms and twisted me about so that I was put on my back with my legs high about him. The congruence of his raw power and my submissive position under him caused new flames to rack my body again in shivers. Moans, sighs and squeals were now coming forth from me without control or thought.

His cock was in total control as it began to take its pleasure in its own way from me. Not only did I feel "woman," but I was "his woman," and I loved it! His head came down and our hungry mouths met. His tongue went into my mouth just as surely as his cock was in my pussy. I accepted it eagerly. His mouth went to my nipples and nibbled and sucked them with abandon. It was far harder than they had ever been treated before, and I could not get enough of it.

I screamed, "Harder Master, harder Master! Make my nipples remember you!" My legs were now wrapped high about him and my pelvis was rising in lust to meet his every thrust. I wanted him to consume me; to penetrate my very soul, which was, of course, precisely what he was doing!

Without forethought more amazing words poured from my mouth. I have no idea as to the extent or the variety, but they most assuredly were not meant for polite company. By that point he had abandoned my now distended redden nipples and was concentrating on consummating his Master's rights.

I do recall yelling out my need to have his man seed deep within me in the most graphic terms. I begged for it using every crude term I have ever heard, and probably a few I made up that evening. Our needs were great and I sensed that they were about to meet in something akin to a thermo- nuclear reaction. Both of us were reduced to rutting, grunting, sweating animals in a mating ritual.

The final reaction triggered within me as I sensed that his ramming cock was even more swollen and filling me more. The single wave of passion had embraced me became wave after wave of white flames consuming my entire body! For some reason began tears appeared in my eye. My entire body began to quake.

Then with the deepest thrust yet, he took my soul and discharged his manhood in me. My body literally buckled in passion, I screamed at the very top of my lungs – for how long I do not have a clue. I knew that my clitty – and yes, it was very much of a clitty now – had erupted again, but it seemed almost incidental.

I actually thought I might pass out, and perhaps I did for a moment or two. I simply cannot recall. All I knew was that I had been well and truly fucked and I loved it! With that I began crying uncontrollably.

Master wisely allowed my emotion to settle. He knew my tears were from acceptance and joy, not shame or pain. One of his hands gently stoked my face and pushed back some tangled hair.

I did manage to croak out through my whimpers, "Thank you master, please stay in me for a while." A pleasant peace started to come over me. Never in my life had my body seemed so relaxed. My mind really did not think of anything specific; it, like my body, just very contentedly rested.

As Master softened he leaned down and gently kissed away my tears. "Now sleep my sweet sissy and dream of your new life." He rolled over beside me. I turned toward him, lightly kissed his cheek and rested my head on his strong shoulder. My top hand went to his chest and rested in its matted hair. I was asleep in seconds.

 

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