Book I – Awakening, in five chapters, deals with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. Chapter V deals with the party's aftermath, Dani's first experience with another sissy, and looks into the future.

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 V – The Third Day

 

I awoke early the next morning still in Sir John's arms. There was a warm musky smell about him mixed with the lingering aroma of sex. Although tender, my bottom still felt oddly moist, a feeling that I rather fancied. I recall dozing back off for a bit reveling in the newly discovered pleasures from last night and the closeness to that wonderful strong man.

A bit later I stirred again. My bottom had oozed a considerable amount of his man seed, and I sensed that I was a mess. This troubled to me and I carefully disengaged myself from my contentedly sleeping Master to head for the bathroom. Arriving there I saw a note addressed to me taped to the mirror. It said, "Sissy, if you awake early and need some 'repair' please pick up the phone a dial extension 23. Maria"

I dialed the number and Maria told me that she would be right there. Talk about the cavalry coming to the rescue. Suddenly it was very important for me to look me best for my Master. In a few minutes Maria silently slipped into the bathroom carrying a small bag and some fresh clothing.

"My, Sissy, from the smile on the sleeping Sir John's face and your state of disrepair you two must have had quite a night!" I blushed and she continued, "Not to worry, I understand, and now I bet looking nice for your man is very important to you, isn't it?"

I merely gave a weak smile that said it all. "You really do have to learn to take care of yourself, but let's get you fixed up. Turn around so I can get the bustier off you. It must be killing you! Handing me a few items, "First brush your teeth and take off your makeup using this cold cream, then wash your face in the foaming conditioning rinse."

In short order I was stripped naked, given a douche followed by that soothing ointment, cream was rubbed on my tender titties, my hair was combed out and made look appealing, and makeup was reapplied. I marveled at how quickly real woman handled these things.

Pulling clothing out, she said, "Now, Sissy, I think you will find these a little more comfortable, but still very appealing." It was all pale pink: lacy garter belt, sheer nylon stockings and mid-heeled satin mules. "I think you can get them on yourself."

Then she presented me with a darling pair of satin tap panties and a matching camisole top, also pale pink, with delicate little bows at the panty sides and at the top of the cami where its spaghetti straps met the bodice top. The soft satin felt like a breath of clean soft air over my skin, especially over my pert tender nipples, which caused little points to appear in front.

"Much, much better, proclaimed Maria. She then added, "Go back to your Master; Millicent will be up with breakfast in a bit."

I leaned over and pecked her cheek and thanked her. She smiled, and as silently as she came, she left. I returned to bed, but this time a little further back from Master so that I could admire him and reflect on the many events of last night.

In a while Sir John began to stir. I reached out to lightly stoke his beautiful hairy chest. "A penny for your thoughts, Sissy?" he softly asked. I sighed and leaned over to kiss him. "In any event you look lovely this morning, Dani." He leaned over and pressed a button beside the bed and then got up to head for the bathroom. I was relieved that I had gotten up earlier to fix myself up.

Returning, wearing a thick terrycloth robe, he asked me to join him at a small dining table next to a large window. I minced over to the table, quite enjoying the feel of the satin against my skin and the sexy tug of my garters.

At the same moment there was a knock on the door and the Millicent entered with a large tray. This morning she was dressed in a more traditional gray maid's uniform, although still extremely short and with a low cut neckline. I thought to myself that Millicent would still look cute in a burlap sack.

After quickly setting out the coffee, rolls, and fruits before Sir John and a covered dish in front of me, she curtsied and left. I leaned over to pour Sir John some coffee and asked him how he would like it. It just seemed so natural to serve him. He smiled and accepted my service.

"That covered dish is for you, Dani. Please open it." I did to discover a gooey lukewarm custard in a bowl and a small vial containing pills. "First take your pills like a good sissy, Dani,"

After a moment of consideration, I boldly – well boldly for me – asked, "Are these special girl pills that I have read about, Master?" I asked.

"Yes, they are, but at this point they are very light doses, really more to test how you might react to a future regimen than anything else. Does that trouble you?"

I replied, "I don't think so. May I ask what they will do?"

"Over the next eight days virtually nothing – your nipples may become tenderer and puff out a bit, but frankly, all the other things happening to them will have a greater effect, in the short term at least.

"Dani, do you like Millicent's titties?"

"Oh they are so nice, and Master, I hope you will not be upset for me to say that they are very attractive to me."

"You will discover, shortly I think, that it is entirely natural and perhaps necessary for sissies to be attracted to other sissies, so it does not upset me at all. Now tell me, do you desire her breasts because you want to make love to them, or do you desire them because you want the same titties for yourself – or both?"

I deeply blushed and honestly replied, "Both, Master."

"I think her type and size of titties would be perfect for you, Dani. Both of you are a lot like Heather Homequest, and she certainly is a world class beauty.

"Dani, you will find that our various lifestyles require many choices that evolve into many paths. As I said, both Lady Homequest and Millicent prefer small pert little breast with wonderfully pointy nipples. Some girls, like Fred's Julie, prefer flay boy chests. However, other girls, like Raquel Prendergast prefer large breasts with big nipples and broader areolas. To some girls a fully function peenie or clitty is important; to others it is not. As I said, it is matter of preference and choice – preferably informed free choice.

"Very few girls associated with our merry little band elect to have sexual reconstructive surgery, but some just feel an overwhelming need to do so and eventually get it. Other forms of cosmetic surgeries, however, are common. Again, it is a matter of choice for the individual girl. We only care that it is a free, well considered and fully informed choice.

"We only wish to see how you react to a few of these alternatives so that you may make at least a preliminary choice, within reasonable limits of course. For instance, we would never allow a girl at your stage to select anything too radical or too permanent."

"Then, Dani, may I assume that the issue of your supplements is taken care of for the duration of your stay here?" Master asked and then added, "Your use of them after that will be part of the decision you make at the end of your stay here."

I nodded and simply said, "Yes, Master," and swallowed the pills.

"Excellent, now eat your special sissy food. It is a scientifically balance diet with everything nutritionally that your need, but without filling you up in certain sensitive areas that you discovered last night. It also has a taste that you might find interesting."

I tried the custard like dish and the taste was indeed interesting. It was not unlike cum! Even the gooey texture was a little like cum. It was not exactly, but it was certainly akin to the taste and feel. Surprisingly, at least to myself if not Sir John, I found it quite appealing and began to slowly spoon in down.

"And, Dani, I want you to know that when we have private chats such as this I welcome your honest questions and encourage you to ask me more if you wish."

"However," Sir John continue, "I want to let the experience we shared last evening to settle in for a little while before we discuss that. You are going to serve me a quiet supper this evening where we can continue this little chat. Both your mother and I want you to learn how to serve as a sissy maid. As you have noticed, your little heart throb Millicent takes great pleasure from it."

"Master, there have been so many changes other than my becoming a sissy – I guess that started a long time ago. But it's the other changes…"

"Do you mean about your mother and your stepfather?" he asked.

"Yes, Mummy in particular," I meekly replied.

"May I start by asking you some sensitive questions, which again I want you to answer honestly?" he replied. To which I simply nodded my assent.

"Do you have erotic thoughts about your mother, Dani, and how did you feel about her last night?" he very directly inquired.

"Master, I guess I have always worshipped Mummy. She was always so beautiful and dressed in the most lovely way. I particularly loved it when she took me shopping for her clothes. Last night her outfit astounded me at first, but I thought she was the most beautiful woman at the party last night."

"Was that because you had fantasies about her or because you really wanted to be like her?" he pressed further.

"I really cannot say, one way or the other, but seeing me as I am now, I guess a little of each," I replied. "Her outfit last night exciting me is many ways. It was so powerful."

"That again is entirely normal for a sissy like you Dani. For years it was more than apparent to both her and those close to her. As you now know, your little lingerie collection was hardly a secret from her. However, perhaps a little background about your mother that you are not aware of would be helpful at this time.

"She has told you about the promise she made to your father before he tragically died, but what you don't know is something about their private lifestyle."

"Oh, Daddy wasn't like my stepfather was he, Master?" I pleadingly asked.

"No, the complete opposite – he was the dominant and your mother was the submissive, if you can believe that today," he chuckled. "But allow me to go back even further. I first met your mother when I came to the States for a post graduate year before I went up to Oxford. It was at the same school you go to today. I admit that I was smitten over her. She was as beautiful back then as she is today.

"However, I still was recovering from an affair that I had with another chum at the public school I attended. My parents though it a good idea for me to spend a year abroad, especially in an environment less tolerant of such behavior. At any rate, while I was struggling with my sexual preferences, your mother met your father and fell deeply in love. We, however, formed a deep and binding friendship that has lasted through the years – much like a brother-sister relationship where few secrets were not shared."

"Master, may I ask about the other school boy?" I asked.

"You may, Dani," he smiled, "I thought you might have an interest in him. He was a very pretty boy and very much like you. I found, despite my parents best intentions, that I not only preferred younger men like him, but I preferred them to be very feminine. Actually, sissies, if you will.

"May I ask what became of him?" I inquired.

"Well, he followed his parent's advice and eventually married and had two children. I have a drink with him every now and then. He is successful and in all surface respects seems happy. However, when we are alone all he wants to hear about are the likes of Millicent and you and how you are adjusting to sissy life. I think my stories give him something to vicariously live through.

"As time went on I not only devoted myself to sissies, but also discovered the pleasures associated with fetishes, particularly bondage and discipline. As it turns out your mother and father were pursuing a similar track. Your mother and I finally discovered our mutual interests and became even closer as we discussed our new-found common interests. The only difference was that my submissive was a sissy, albeit a very beautiful sissy.

"We played together during their numerous trips to Europe and my occasional visits to the States. I became a fast friend of your father during that period as well. He was a true gentleman.

"After he died your mother went through a period of introspection. She spent a summer at my chateau in the south of France and discovered a both latent dominant and lesbian interests. She and Electra met that summer, and as you may have noticed, they became the very closest of friends. I am not sure to the exact extent, but Electra's relationship with Percy certainly did have considerable influence over your mother's later choice of Henry. If all this goes forward you will get to know the Von Hellwiggs, which by the way is her maiden name, very well. Electra comes by her name more honestly that you might expect.

"As it worked out, only a truly remarkable man such as your father could control and dominate your mother. After he died she became very much her own woman. To make a long story short, she met your stepfather and was attracted to him on a number of different levels, eventually, as you know, marrying him. Throughout this period she remained faithful to her promise to your father about you.

"Also, Dani, you must understand that what you witnessed last night was some very intense role playing, to which Henry and Percy consented to in full.

"And that, my dear, brings us to your eighteenth birthday and your vacation here. I hope this brief history was helpful to you. Again, when we have some quiet moments this evening I will be happy to discuss this further with you. Also, your mother is going to spend some time with you later this week, and I know she wants to discuss all of this further, but she did want me to give you this summary."

Having related all that fascinating information, Master then asked, "Dani, do you wish anything further at this time?"

After a few unhurried minutes of reflection, "Well, yes and no, Master," I said while curling the end of my front hair and keeping my eyes lowered. "You have been very helpful as to information, but there is one thing more that I would like, if you will grant it to me."

"And what might that be, my dear?"

Still toying with my curls, I looked up into his eyes, smiled and, opening my eyes wider, said, "Master, may I suck you cock?"

His smile broadened as he pushed back from the table, "Yes you may, you cunning little sissy. I think serving me from under the table would be especially gratifying for both of us, don't you? I believe you know what to do."

With a, "Yes Master," I moved off my chair and crawled under the breakfast table over to his now open robe and gorgeous man meat. Somehow the idea of being under the table on my knees greatly appealed to me – it was so submissive, even with a hint of humiliation, and that seemed to turn me on even more.

Although the sweet memories of the beautiful fucking I received the night before lingered, I hungered to feel, smell and taste his manhood in my mouth. My first kiss on that mast of manliness confirmed it.

This time there was no mystery about his cock; I simply hungered for it. I'm not exactly sure what specific techniques I used. I was too consumed to notice. Whatever I did, Master surely was well pleased as his cock went from semi soft to hard to throbbing-rock hard in short order.

I licked, kissed, stroked and sucked with all my desires. My left hand massaged his balls as if to coax his sweet cum into my mouth. When he gave me some precum, I just became more ravenous wanting all his hot man juice. I do remember kissing his man-balls and muttering sweet things to them about holding all that delicious cum that I craved.

He came. Oh my God how he came! Maybe my complete abandoned desire for his cum inspired him, because his production was indeed prodigious – and delightful! I swallowed deeply with enormous satisfaction. Once I could speak I began thanking him and kissing his cock clean. My clitty leaked a bit – well, what sissy's doesn't after being given such a wonderful man load, but it really was something beyond my clitty that drove my need to have my mouth worship him. Once done, I wiped some semen from my chin and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"Thank you for a thoroughly delightful blow job, Sissy. You may get up and straighten yourself out. Shortly you will have to on your way for what I hope is going to be a very exciting and pleasing day."

In a few minutes Millicent appeared at the doorway looking as lovely as ever. "Millicent, please take your sissy sister down to her room to be dressed for brunch. Misses Maria and Anna are waiting," Sir John commanded.

Millicent led the way with me admiring her slim waist, cute bum and slim long legs. I was amazed how quickly I could go from my delight in sucking Master to a sweet creamy end to pining over this adorable sissy, knowing that something was to be arranged for the two of us.

As we reached the room where I was to be changed, Millicent reached for the door knob, but then stopped and turned towards me. We were inches apart – eyes locked in mutual desire.

We kissed, lightly touching our lips. It wasn't one kissing the other, but rather an extension of that electricity that had connected us from the moment we met. Our nipples touched and the intensity rose.

"Oh, Dani," Millicent moaned.

"Millicent," was all that I could manage as our mouths again came together with a type of passion I had never felt before.

The kiss turned hungry – demanding to share all our feelings and, yes, lust. Tongues darted and lips sought each other. I came off her mouth and began kissing all about her face with total abandon while muttering her name. Our hands went to each other's titties and lovingly caressed them.

Millicent kissed my neck making me sigh deeply and said, "Oh, Dani, I think they are going to permit us to become lovers."

I sighed, "Yes my love, Master told that me this morning. I can't explain it, but I need you."

We were just looking at each other, longing for more tender intimate moments together when the door opened.

"Sissies!" barked Maria, but with a smile on her face. "You two will have your slutty little time later. Millicent, get about your chores or I will give you the spanking of your young sissy life and Dani get in here! Somehow we have to make you look like a sweet innocent sissy – not an easy chore given your performance of last night and your nasty sissy thoughts of this morning!"

We chorused back to her with little curtsies, Yes, Miss Maria!"

Anna was busy preparing the bathroom as we entered. Maria said, "We have to get you done a little more quickly today so please cooperate fully. Also, there is a surprise waiting for you in a few minutes that I think you will be very, very pleased with. So get into the bathroom and let Anna get about things."

The routine was really very similar to yesterday and seemed to go quite a bit quicker. After a very soothing douche and special ointment was applied to ease my little "growing pains" as Anna referred to my very sore love tunnel.

After the hair issues were resolved I was allowed to soak in a yummy tub for a little bit. It felt heavenly after the active evening I had spent with Sir John. My mind wandered off to the wonderful things he did to me. The first one is always special, and my "first" had been with maybe one of the most divine men on the face of the earth!

Anna patted me dry with a soft fluffy pink towel and applied some sweet smelling power. Next came the tittie pumps – this time both the nipple cylinders and electric patches were attached with the full tittie cylinder over it. Anna giggled that I was getting a double suck and added, "I don't think you will require very much of this today. Sir John seems to have given your little titties a great deal of attention last night and I know that naughty Millicent will soon endlessly play with them as well."

Then it was back to the seat in the bedroom and some more of the seemingly permanent makeup. Maria wanted me to closely watch the application so that I would continue to learn. "The art of makeup is critical to any girl, and you have some catch up learning to do," she said. Meanwhile Anna was feverishly working on my nails to change their color to a bright frosted pink that would match the lipstick Maria had just applied.

My hair was put in the same style as last night. "I would prefer you in a big sissy poof, but you have another 'active' day ahead of you, my dear. Now let's get your underpinnings sorted out before your little surprise arrives. Anna, please bring over her lingerie while I remove her tittie pumps."

"Now, sissy, I want you to dress yourself a bit. We all know you are no stranger to putting on your mother's fine lacy things so it should not be too terribly taxing."

Anna started handing me things and they seemed to fly on me. It seemed that white was again the color of the day despite my less than virginal behavior last night. First a pair of open panties very similar to the ones I worn last night and then a yummy matching satin and lace garter belt that seemed to nip my waist, but more comfortably than last night's bustier. Seamed lace stockings followed with both the mandatory anklet and another huge bow garter about left thigh. The matching bra was under-wired with light padding to gather up my flesh and enhance my little titties. Not surprisingly it was of a quarter bra design that fully exposed my nipples. I was quite proud of how my nipples puffed and protruded out, albeit somewhat tenderly.

Anna slipped on a divine pair of strappy white satin four inch heels, again with the toe sissy bows. Maria held out another pair of long lace fingerless gloves, while Anna busied herself with my jewelry – delicate young girl's rings, multi-strand bracelets and a long pearl strand that shaped itself over my titties. The final item was another sissy peenie petal made of satin and lace with pink trimmings. It surrounded both my clitty and my little pink purse causing them to rise in response to their sweet satin confinement. I wondered what it should be called now that I officially had a clitty and not a peenie.

Just as they made a few final adjustments and sprayed on yummy perfume, the door opened. Millie entered carrying a very full dress bag that had to contain something very, very frilly.

"Aren't you the lucky sissy, Dani?" Maria exclaimed. "The doyenne of sissy fashion design, herself, is here to dress you in one of her new designs!" I just gushed, absolutely speechless.

Millie was a bundle of enthusiasm as she inspected me. "Yes, you will do very nicely, Dani dear! I just can't wait to dress you in my new design. Then I want to take a few pictures. I think you have excellent model potential and want to see how you look through the camera's eye."

"Now let's get you into this little creation and see what we have. This is my newest design, it's very frilly, but also a little bit naughty – well, actually a lot naughty!" Mille giggled. "Anyway, I understand that it is your very first frilly sissy dress and I hope you love it! Ladies, let's do it."

Maria brought over what seemed to be the most wonderful confection of white froth with shiny pink layers that I had ever seen. Even as she moved the outfit towards me, it made the most divine swishing sound I had even heard. "Now, honey, for most sissies this is very close to a religious moment, an epiphany if you will," Maria commented as she and Anna lifted the divine dress of above my head.

Millie said, "Sissy this has to come over your head. Now stand straight and raise your arms." I felt as if I was about to be bathed in pure sissy splendor.

Oh my God! It was a feeling unlike anything I had experienced before. I felt as if I had wings as the dress, with its layers upon layers of frilly lining, floated down and embraced me. "Was it the dress or I floating?" I wondered. I dipped and rose to feel the rise and fall of the skirt's petticoats. I was mesmerized.

My hands went down to feel the top of the precious fluff. The petticoats caused the skirt to rest almost perpendicular to my waist. My feelings took over the moment. I could not resist reaching down and feeling the full skirt, picking it up and letting it fall back down to the awaiting sea of froth – then fluffing that very sea of froth back up just to hear that wonderful sound of taffeta, satin and silk moving and singing in a sweet sissy chorus together.

I have no idea how long I marveled at the feelings. All of the women remained silent, letting me revel in my discovery – my frilly sissy epiphany.

For years I had been wearing, however surreptitiously, silken under things, and for the last thirty-six hours I had been literally immersed in them, but never had I felt quite the same thing!

I turned to the mirror and the details of the dress came into full view. It had huge puffy sleeves that I later learned were Millie's trademark "Stay Puff" design. The bodice came around from the shoulders to form a very deep princess neckline that dipped down over my titties, just covering my nipples and then sweetly curving into a deep cut that ended just below my titties. It caressed my titties, especially my tender, erect nipples in the most titillating (pardon my little pun) way.

The petticoats and netting were sewn into the dress to great effect, but it was how the skirt curved up in front that really caught my eye! The rear and sides of the skirt were extremely full from the petticoats, but on either side of my clitty the skirt was cut to curve up to my waist, completely revealing my little decorated clitty. The edge of the skirt was trimmed in little taffeta ruffles, which grew a little longer in length as they came up about my tiny twinkie.

The dress was then finished with a huge two foot sissy bow in back at my waist and a second ten inch bow on my right front, just over my leg. Of course my frilly satin garter straps and lacy stocking tops were completely exposed.

As I looked at myself, the whole experience repeated itself visually. The sight of such soft flowing frills was just too wonderful! I was in absolute, complete sissy rapture! Ooooh myyy Goddd! I can still recall every second of that feeling today, thousands – many, many thousands – of petticoats later.

While I was enraptured with my sissy-self in the mirror all three ladies tugged at and minded small details about my outfit

Another tiny sack hand bag was put in one hand, and a sheer little pink hankie with lace was put in my other hand. I was reminded to hold them in a prissy dainty manner.

"Earth calling planet sissy," laughed Mille. "I think the sissy has landed! Or perhaps taken off!" she added to great giggles from all three women. "I just love it when a sissy takes flight, and this one just reached orbit around planet Pluto! It's so sweet, really!"

"Ladies, let's get her going before the poor dear explodes again, and we all know we have a clitty squirter on our hands! It was delightful last night when she committed that very most sissy act of all, squirting simply because she was just so happy being a sissy, but I do not want it to happen right now. Is there anything else we have forgotten?"

"Only her collar and bell," Maria stated. She then reached over and locked the satin and pearl covered sissy collar back on me while Anna tied a little bell just below my clitty's head, finishing it with a pretty white satin bow. I noticed that it was exactly like the one that Millicent wore.

"Dani, I want you to prance about doing your best runway model poses while I take a few pictures. And, sweetie, concentrate on your moves rather than your clitty – pleeeze try to avoid squirting!"

I pranced, thoroughly enjoying it and managed – barely – not to make a sissy mess. Millie seemed pleased with the results saying, "Honey you are a natural model. We will have to talk after I have seen these pictures."

"Now, my dear, be off back to your Master's quarters," Maria bade.

After knocking and being granted permission to enter Master's chambers I saw that he was back at the breakfast table reading some newspapers. He was handsomely dressed in a white Lacoste shirt, dark red pants, double breasted blazer and fine Italian shoes – clearly ready for his later golf date.

I minced over to him and went into the deepest curtsey I could manage. He smiled and said, "My dear you do look like a true frilly sissy delight, and I see your clitty seems to greatly approve as well. Ah, this was your first petticoat experience. With many of you girls it's as memorable to you as you first cock. Did it thrill you, my dear?"

"Yes, Master, I must confess that of all the beautiful things I've worn, having this dress with all it frills lowered on me thrilled me the most."

"Perfect," he replied, "I dare say the final vestiges of any boy remaining in you are virtually gone by now. However, time flies and brunch beckons. We must be on our way."

He stood up and picked up my satin covered leash from last night and attached it to my collar. I just smiled in return. "Yes, Dani, collars and leads can prove very comforting to many sissies. Come along, my guest await." He led me through the house and out to the pool where about twenty people were assembled by the cabana. Tables were set up along the far side of the pool that overlooked the ocean.

As we approached the people began quietly clapping to mark the return of the Master with his sissy prize. I started to move my hips and hands in a most prissy manner.

The brunch was a mini version of my debut party last night, but much smaller and less formal. It appeared to be for the people who at stayed at Sir John's house last night. None the less, a clear presence of sexual energy sizzled. Wandering about the pool was the photographer from last night.

I notice Electra Von Hellwigg and Mummy seated at one of the tables chatting happily and watching the super stuff muffins Willy and Hans sitting with their feet in the pool Both men wore very brief Speedo briefs that revealed steel hard buns and impossibly huge "packages." The ladies were both dressed in sheer long black shiny silk caftans that seemed to shiver over their bodies. However, unlike typical accessories for such outfits, both were wearing sheer black nylons and five inch black patent spike heels.

The three Alpha Males – Mr. Prendergast, Lord Homequest, and Mr. Gingerman, or "Mr. G." as he preferred to be addressed, were also dressed for golf and were quietly surveying the assemble pulchritude.

Their three ladies were also off to themselves chatting a giggling on with girl prattle, and more than a little touching of each other. They all wore extremely skimpy bathing outfits, one sexier than the other.

They presented an example of the choices Sir John has mentioned earlier. All were "drop dead" gorgeous, but had different looks. Julie was a medium height slender hazel-eyed brunette with developed nipples but really no breasts to speak of. However, she did appear to have an incongruously large bulge in her bikini bottoms. Heather Homequest was a short blond with smallish, but perky little breasts that seemed to fit her blue-eyed English-girl look. She was a small delicate rose with only a tiny bulge below.. Raquel Prendergast was quite tall and had deep black hair, dark eyes and very large breasts and virtually no bulge in her bottoms. Three sissies, three choices – all stunning! I did have a lot to think about.

Off at another table were Mille, Stevie and Sina in a deep fashion discussion, furiously working on a sketch book as they chatted and nibble at the food. They all looked up and gave me a broad smile and silently mouthed a "You go girl!" All three had cute little sun dresses on, again with choices – Stevie's was a sea of frills, Sina's less frilly and a little more daring and Millie's a traditional demure lady's dress. Each was blissfully comfortable in their individual roles – total prissy sissy, sexy shemale and genetic woman.

I looked into the cabana and saw a wonderful buffet set up. I giggled at the ice statue in the middle. It was of a beautiful nude Greco-Roman woman, perfect in every respect except for the little sissy teapot between her legs. Well, maybe that was perfect for the assembled group after all! I later learned that the ice mold was a nearly perfect replica of Lady Homequest.

Beside the beguiling statue was a selection of cold fish and assorted salads. Two of the sissy maids from last night, but now in the same short grey uniform that Millicent had worn earlier, stood behind the table serving guests as they grazed over the delicious assortment of food.

"Where was my beautiful Millicent?" I wondered, almost aloud.

Off to one side of the cabana was a large box-like thing covered in pink wrapping paper with a mammoth white bow on top of it. I wondered what that was all about. There simply was no telling with this group.

However, on the other side of the cabana was a truly remarkable sight. It was the poor pitiful Percy and the horrifically humiliated Henrietta in outfits as bizarre as what they were subjected to last night.

They were wearing the same latex corsets, fish net stocking and extremely high platform heels, but all were shiny black rather than red. This time they were forced to precariously teeter on their impossibly high heels. Their lips and nails were again painted the bright red and had eyes with the same heavy whorish makeup. Curiously printed across each wimp's chest in the same bright red was a logo-type sign that had the three bold letters "CCC."

The same type of collar-based head harness, black this time, was locked on them. However, the handle grip feature was different. Rather than being two grips on each side, there was only a single larger curved one extending nearly from ear to ear on top of each wimp's head. Embossed on the front of each handle in silver letters was "SISSY BAR." This grip, it seemed, could not only be used by a man wishing oral service, but also by a woman.

Each wore shoulder length tight shiny latex black gloves that had a special restrictive feature. The fingers were sewn together, mitten-like, which made the hand operate more as a claw.

Both men had their punishing metal tube chastity devices back on – if they had ever, in fact, been off during their long night together in the dungeon cage. Again the men were shackled, this time in locked metal shackles about their wrists and ankles. Short locked chains hobbled their ankles – especially in those heels, and also connected their wrists to each other. The wrist chain was pad locked to the top ring on the locked chastity device, severely limiting the movement of their arms.

Both head harnesses had a short chain was hooked to a ring on a post behind them, effectively keeping them securely in that humiliating position. There was no way either could reach up to free himself.

A final chain behind their back connected their head harness' collar to the ankle chain that forced them to stand very erect. It was locked at their ankles, but only clipped at their collar so that it could be adjusted. The entire diabolical arrangement could be manipulated to position the hapless and helpless sissy wimp in any number of ways.

Each held a silver tray with assorted tropical drinks. As Sir John walked over and took one of the from Henrietta's tray, I notice that the exposed heads of their tormented cocks were wet from leaking. However, humiliating and restrictive their position, they seemed to again be getting sexual stimulation from it.

Master led me over to where Mummy and Mistress Electra were sitting. I instinctually curtsied to them.

Electra laughed and asked, "Well, John, how do you like how we suited up our husbandly 'dynamic duo'?" Sir John chuckled and said that he thought last night would be hard to top, but they just might have done it this afternoon.

"I think they are just figuring out that Electra and I are going to fuck those two stud muffins' brains out right in front of them." Mummy added with a cunning grin on her face.

Electra with the most devilish of grins added, "Wait until they see what we have on under our caftans. It's our sexiest black lingerie that both of them crave us in! Ah, sweet torment piled on top of sweet torment!"

"Poor babies!" Mummy laughed.

"Mummy, what's a "sissy bar" and what does "CCC" mean?" I asked, hoping that was not a question I would regret.

"Oh, Electra," Mummy, now really into all of this, said, "Don't you think we should take Dani over to have the wimps answer her questions directly?" Electra enthused, "Oh, yes, yes, yes! What a divine idea! Come along Dani dear." Electra leaned down and picked up a long lethal looking riding crop, Mummy took my leash from Sir John, and the two beautiful Dominatrices led me over to their befuddled husbands, who literally started to tremble as we approached, knowing that something very bad was about to happen.

"Henrietta, dear, I don't think you have been introduced to your beautiful sissy stepdaughter. Were you occupied with something else last when she was presented?" she mockingly asked. The poor wimp's face turned as red as his lips. Before he could blather out a response, Mistress Electra cut in and asked poor pitiful Percy, "How do you like seeing a real girlie sissy who knows who and what she is with enduring all of the dreadful punishments you require? That's why she is so beautiful and you aren't!"

"Percy, because you were the first to wear the sissy bar, I think you should tell Dani what it is. Even tell her how I thought up the idea." Percy fumbled, humiliated simply beyond words before the beautiful young sissy.

Electra's crop flashed through the air making a fearsome sound and landed on Percy's exposed bum with an even more disturbing noise. "Speak, Wimp!" she menacingly shot out. "Yes, Mistress," he mumbled with his eyes cast downward in shame, "Mistress Electra has always loved riding motorcycles in her black leather outfits. Some motorcycles have a bar for the person riding behind the driver to hold onto, and those bars are called 'sissy bars.' Mistress loves to dress me in humiliating sissy things and drive about so that people can laugh at the sissy-wimp sitting behind the beautiful woman in black leather. Later Mistress tough sissy bar to be an appropriate name for this head harness, which allows me to be moved about to used for the oral pleasure of others."

"And you know how your sissy bar is going to be used this after do you not, wimp?" Mistress Electra asked her hapless husband. As a tear rolled down his cheek, "Yes Mistress I do."

Mummy looked at her soon to be publicly cuckolded wimp-husband and asked, "Now, Henrietta, your beautiful stepdaughter want to know what "CCC" means." Mummy waited a moment and then, "Electra, dear, some of the whip, please!"

Mistress Electra's vicious crop sizzled through the air twice, leaving deep welts on Henrietta's rear. "Speak!" Tears now streaming down his cheeks as well, the horribly humiliated Henrietta replied through whimpering lips, "It means 'Cum and Creampie Cleaner,' Mistress." "Exactly!" Mummy said in triumph, "And that is precisely what you will be doing after Willy and Hans have filled our pussies with loads and loads of their hot real man cum!"

I recalled what Sir John had told me earlier about the relationships between these couples and looked down at their poor pressed pickles. Despite the intense humiliation heaped up the unfortunate helpless wimps, both exposed little heads were dripping to the point of making spots at their feet. Surprisingly, even I found myself smiling at the little scene as the two wimps were clearly getting off over the entire thing. "Choices, again," I thought.

Mummy turned and said, "We have spent enough time with this. Dani needs to get her little present."

Mummy walked back to Sir John, who announced, "Well, Dani, I think we all know what you have been lusted over for the past twenty-four hours. Go over to that large box and open it up sweetheart," Master unclipped my satin leash and I literally skipped over to it feeling the divine rustle of my petticoats flouncing about as I went. There was a huge card on it that said,

 

To our dear Dani –

For being all the sissy she has been and for all the sissy she is about to become!

Love, Mummy and Sir John.

 

I gushed and smiled at them in thank you.

I saw a ribbon attached to the top of the box with a little tab that indicated that I should pull it to open the box. I did and the front paper came apart to reveal none other that my sissy heart-throb, Millicent! And, she was dressed in the exact same outfit as I was! Apparently down to the smallest detail! We were two identical totally befrilled pink prissy sissies!

I squealed in joy; she squealed in joy – both of us making the very sissiest of sounds and flapping our arms about completely out of control. To this day I remain amazed that both of us didn't squirt from our little twinkies right then and there!

Everyone laughed, clapped and cheered. Mummy finally said, "Now sissies, hold hands and come over to me."

We minced over to her stealing looks at each other! When we arrived in front of Sir John and Mummy both of us went into a deep curtsey to thank them. "Now turn around with your backs to me, tightly holding you hands," Mummy commanded. She then tired a firm, broad satin ribbon about our wrists, binding us together with a pretty satin sissy bow in back. Neither one of us minded a bits being bound to such a pretty sissy.

"Now isn't that just perfect!" exclaimed Mistress Electra, clapping her hands together. "Nothing is sweeter than true sissy love, or lust for that matter!"

All the women and sissies 'ooohed and aaawed' as girls will do at such times. The men had amused, if not lecherous, looks, but joined into the celebration as well.

"Why don't you girls go over to the table by the cabana? One of the sissy maids will bring you some sissy food. I dare say that you will need the energy and the delightful taste should make you think of things to come – spelled both ways!" Mummy said with a broad smile on her face.

"Well, some of us have a tee time at the club and others appear to have certain afternoon delights planned," chuckled Sir John as Millie approached.

"John, dear, before we all leave I want to thank you and Connie for a wonderful evening and brunch. It was wonderful to see some of my favorite girls again and a true privilege to witness Dani's coming out! However, I have a plane home to catch, and right about now I desperately need some quality time with my own hubby stud muffin."

"Millie, it is I who must thank you for your wonderful creations that make all these parties so special, especially this one! Dani's outfit is perfect for her!" replied Sir John.

"John, I do have a favor to ask though," Millie continued. "It looks as if Stevie and Sina have connected very much like your Dani and Millicent. May they use the room I was in last night for the evening – well, really, it looks as if I should say the afternoon as well from the looks of what is going on over there!" she giggled. Stevie and Sina were entering outer space via lip lock. They had quite firmly hit it off indeed!

"Of course they may, the more sissy cream that fills my house the happier I am!"

Millie went over to the two lust-soaked sissies, told them the news and returned to say goodbye to Millicent and me. "I just can't get over how well you two look. You are truly sissy sister princesses." She kissed both of us and reminding, "I want to see both of you in my next show and will not take no for an answer!" With that she was off.

Sina and Stevie were also off to the house, arms wrapped around each other and kissing about every ten steps. Millicent giggled in my ear, "Bet they don't make it to the bedroom!" She then kissed my ear and I responding that we might not make it to the bedroom either!

As Sir John bade goodbye to Mummy and Electra, who also now had their eyes glazed with lust, he kissed Mummy on her cheek and said, "Connie please be sure Maria has the three older girls dressed and out to the club for dinner in time, and that our dear little sissy is presentable when I return. I understand that Millicent is to serve you and Electra later as well." Mummy just nodded, more concentrating on the scene about to unfold with Electra and the two studs.

With that, the four Alpha Males were then off to their club and a relaxing round of golf. However, their ladies were anything but relaxed! What had started as mere touching now had progressed to kissing and outright groping. As the men disappeared into the house, the three beauties disappeared behind the table in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths – bikini parts flying off into the air. Well, I thought, girls just want to have fun too!

I thought to myself, the men were gone, Millie was off for home, Stevie and Sina were entering sissy LaLa Land, the beautiful shemales were in a tangle of lust that looked like it would last the entire afternoon, and Mummy and Electra were about to start to be a mini orgy with the enslaved husbands helplessly watching! When would my lovely sissy twin and I have that sweet sissy love we both now literally ached for?

She then stood and took off her caftan. I had never seen Mummy quite like that. She was in a fine sheer black lace demi-bra, garter belt, tiny panties and long silky full fashion nylons. She stretched out like a strong animal lusting to mate. Behind her Electra did the same thing to reveal the exactly the same lingerie. Both women were in the very early forties, but could easily pass for a woman ten years younger. They surpassed every other female or shemale there.

Mummy turned and took command. "Willy and Hans, please bring those two wimps over here and put them on their knees where they can watch some real men fuck their wives!"

In short order the poor unfortunate sissy wimps were kneeling on a mat to the side, their back chains hold them in position. Their faces conveyed total shame and humiliation.

Both women made sure that both cuckolds got more than an eyeful of their vamp outfits. They actually did a little dance for Hans and Willy right in front of the two wimps just to torment them even further. Hans and Willy had shed the speedos and were now fully displaying what had to be the biggest man cocks I had ever dreamed of – let along seen! Each one had to be close to ten inches, very thick and throbbing hard! They were now becoming consumed with their own animal urges towards these prize goddesses

Mummy took her sexy little dance over towards Millicent and me, giving us a little show as well. She leaned over the table and passionately kissed each of us on our lips, rose partially back up over the table displaying her beautiful breasts and said, "Now my two beautiful sissy darlings, be off on your way to Dani's bedroom and an afternoon of enchantment!"

She turned and danced her way back to Electra and the men.

Millicent turned to me and kissed me even more passionately than we had that morning in the hallway. My mind quickly returned to her. We rose, still with our wrists and hands joined and almost skipped to my pink sissy bedroom.

We entered the room quite out of breath and just stood there for a moment. Neither one of us really knew where to begin. We had each thought so intensely about just this moment, and now that it was upon us, we just stood there and looked at each other. Millicent finally broke the little trance by giggling, "Aren't we a pair! I just don't know where to start because I just want to devour all of you, my sweet, beautiful sissy-love!"

That broke out little log jam and our lips closed on each other. After quickly touching our lips, the kiss went to where the one outside this very room a couple of hours ago left off. We just could not get enough of each other. It was passionate, but neither greedy nor hurried. Our first hungry kisses slowed and went from lips to cheeks to our necks – all against a symphonic background of sighs and moans. Each of us was content simply to enjoy the other. Words were not necessary – the kisses expressed everything. That electric charge we felt when we first met and found it ground. We were as one.

The kissing ended with a passionate tight embrace that allowed that charged current passed between us. Millicent managed to mumble, "Sweetie lets untie our hands and take off our dresses. I need to be even closer to all of you!"

We parted and jointly untied the ribbon binding our wrists. "Turn around Dani and let me undo your pretty dress." As Millicent undid me she kissed my neck and said, "Just stand there Dani and let me explore your soft beautiful body." A shiver went up my spine as my dress was allowed to slip down over me to the floor. Standing behind me Millicent again kissed the side of my neck as her delicate manicured hands reached out to softly caress my body. She moved down my arms and across my hips making me shiver wherever she touched. I was already in rapture and we were just starting. I grasped her small hands in mine and lifted them to my mouth to kiss them.

Her hand went down my chest to embrace my exposed titties. She lightly held them in her hands and slowly traced little circles about my nipples. A soft moan from the very base of my soul came out as the shiver became a flame. I couldn't stand it any longer and turned to kiss her again, this time deeply and passionately! She reached behind herself and deftly undid her dress causing it to fall away from her as well. Our nipples touched for the first time and we both moaned. My hand reached down and touched her beautiful breast.

"Oh, Millicent, you have the most beautiful titties I have ever seen!" She cooed as my lips came down to gently kiss each of her pert and very hard nipples. "Just beautiful" I murmured.

"Dani, we have to get on the bed or I am going to loose it right here and now!" We helped each other step out and over our heaped frilly dresses and petticoats and went to the bed. "Lie down my sweet sissy and let me make love to you," Millicent said. As sat and then reclined on my back she added, "Just so beautiful – so very beautiful!" As she leaned over me, her perfect sissy breasts framed by the long pearl necklace elicited the exact same reaction from me.

We were identically dressed – lingerie, hair, makeup, heels and even jewelry. The open quarter cup bras, garter belts and crotchless panties were perfectly designed for precisely what we were about to do.

"Oh Millicent, I want so very much to taste you – to take you into me!" I sighed. "Well, here my sweet sissy," she said while rolling over me and onto her back, "Take me and then I shall do the same to you."

I came up on my side and kissed here deeply before moving down to those twin pillars of sissy perfection with their candy-like nipples so urgently requiring my full attention. The words "peaches and cream" kept running through my brain. This girl was the epitome of everything that was fine, delicate and soft.

My hand went down and embraced her perfect little clitty and sweet pink purse below. It was very, very stiff, but still felt, well, like peaches and cream. I had to posses them in my mouth and feel, touch, smell and taste her completely. My head went down to embrace my lover's sex as if on a pilgrimage. Her clitty struck me as just that – a clitty. It was not a defining man's cock like Sir John's massive tower, but rather it complimented and was part of everything feminine about her. "We sissies really were so very different," I thought.

I gently kissed the perfectly shaped sissy love stick and lapped up the sweet cream that had leaked out. It shuddered at the first sensation of my mouth's embrace. I kissed about her as I shifted my body between her lace covered legs and ran my hands up her thighs. "Oh, what sissy perfection," I thought. My mouth again came down to receive her little pole, taking her entire three inches in with ease. Heaven!

I sucked her for a bit and then turned to licking my way down the underside to taste her sweet purse's bee bees. A joy went through me just to having her there. As my mouth returned to her clitty, I wet a finger and slipped it down by her little rosebud and began massaging it like Sir John had done to me last night. A soft moan came from her mouth. I reached up with my other hand and fondled her nipple. After another moan, Millicent reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lubrication, "Here sweetie, take some and then please put your finger up me."

I again traced her pussy rim and then slowly put my finger up her. I was amazed at how smooth and warm her darkest treasure was. Sighs and moans now were coming almost continually as her little clitty throbbed in my mouth. She put her hand over my hand that was teasing her nipple, and squeezing it said, "Harder, harder, please pinch then harder!" It reminded my request to Sir John last night. A moment later she urgently panted, "Two fingers! Oh, please, more!"

Shortly after that plea her sweet cream filled my mouth. I was delighted at how much sweet nectar that tiny purse could deliver. Her cream was so light and sweet, quite different from the heavy thick man cream from Sir John.

I licked her clean, savoring every remaining bit, not really wanting to stop. "Dani, come up and kiss me with that wonderful cummy mouth. And then I get to take my girl on her own very special little trip to paradise." We kissed deeply again as she pushed me down on my back.

Her kisses went to my nipples. Oh, how I loved that! Her kissing turned to light nibbling and then to the heavier sucking that I really loved. My moaning started. "Now, let me have your little treasures down below!"

Millicent took my little clitty, which was almost an exact duplicate of hers, into her mouth and began the most exquisite sucking imaginable. This vixen sissy took oral sex to a whole new dimension! Her tongue did things I had never thought of as it swirled about my tiny sissy pole while she still had it in her mouth. I gasped with the pleasure. Her attention then went to my purse as she mouthed and massaged each little bee bee.

Moving my legs back against my chest she traced her way down to my little rosebud with her tongue and began to move it about the rim – she was doing with her tongue what I had done with my finger, only so much better. Another one of those deep sighs from my inner soul came out. When she penetrated me with her tongue I nearly fainted from pleasure. Her hands ran up and down my thighs while her tongue and lips did their magic. I went from moans to my high pitched squeaks. She sensed my urgency and, after rimming me once more, raked her tongue slowly up towards the tip of my clitty in one long smooth movement. Reaching my clitty's head, she descended to take my mini-pole back into her mouth and began that wonderful swirling movement. With a huge scream of sissy joy I squirted for all I was worth into her willing and waiting mouth.

We kissed deeply, this time both having sweet creamy cummy mouths, while rolling to our sides to face one-another. Both our long pearl necklaces hung down about our bosoms. I reached over and played with Millicent's strand, using it to caress her perfect little titties. Our lace covered legs wrapped together as our hips pushed gently together. Already that flame was rekindling itself in both of us. Being next to this girl was at once relaxing and sexy. It was so different from my submission to Sir John's Alpha Male urgency – the perfect contretemps. We kissed again, both understanding the sweetness of our special sissy moment.

"Millicent, I want to eat your sissy pussy," I said while feeling myself blush. "It was so soft and smooth when I put my finger in there. And I want to share being that close and so intimately part of you."

"Oh, Dani, I understand and I want you there as well. Let's do something together."

Millicent moved about and I found her over me on hands and knees, her sweet cheeks over my face. She then rose to a sitting up positioning with her rear over my face. I looked at her little rosebud between its soft round surroundings. It was as beautiful as everything else about her. It beckoned to me as my mouth rose in response. Again, in this short period of time, I found myself doing something that would have been utterly incredible mere hours ago that now seemed so perfectly natural and right.

I kissed her sweet pussy, paused for a moment, and kissed it again. It was soft and smooth with just a hit of ridges about the sides. My tongue explored her nether region with relish and delight. Essence of sissy, by a sissy for a sissy! I loved it! My tongue not only savored her rim, but yearned to be inside her most forbidden part.

My hands caressed and spread her sweet round cheeks and my tongue found its way into her. A long deep sigh came out as her body accepted the most intimate embrace. Millicent's hands began pinching and rolling my nipples causing me to start moaning as well. I now had an insatiable desire to have my tongue as far into her sissy pussy as possible, I simply lusted for it. Her hips were slowly rocking in response to my ministrations.

After a few minutes she again leaned down on her hands, making me reach up and over to continue. I felt a soft breath against my now very much revived clitty as one of her hands cupped and kneaded my tight purse. Her mouth came down on me and that devil tongue began to work its magic. She shifted her hips and that perfect little clitty popped up before my mouth.

Both of us were sucking and licking with matching lust, loving what was being done and loving what we were doing. I felt her clitty pulse and swell, knowing that very soon I would receive yet another feast of her sweet cream. The flame in me reached its peak simply knowing that. Her little clitty boiled over once again, and as I tasted her nectar, my clitty erupted returning the favor, as it were.

Now we were spent. And very, very happy! "Yes," I thought to myself, "this sissy loving was very, very nice."

With a long sigh and a last tender kiss, we fell asleep completely tangled in each others' arms and legs. I recall dreaming of walking down a beach holding Millicent's hand – both of us in the very skimpiest of bikinis. The best part was that I had titties just like hers.

Our after-sex nap was broken by gentle touches to our shoulders. We managed to untangle ourselves enough see that Maria was standing next to the bed. "Time to get up my sweet sissies. My, my you two must have had quite an afternoon," she giggled. "Well, after all, you two have been making love to each other in your minds for the last twenty-four hours."

Indeed we had quite an afternoon and not only did we look it, but the tangles mass of bed linens showed it. The smell of all our clitty cream was still noticeable. Our makeup, hair and lingerie were in states of disarray. We were a mess, but a very, very happy mess.

Our heads were still only inches apart, and we softly kissed before separating ourselves. Millicent was just so comfortable to sleep with. We shared each other's arms and embraces perfectly. "Now girls, I have to admit that you two do look sweet lying the with each other, but Millicent has to serve Mistresses Constance and Electra, and Dani has to serve Master Sir John – a maid's work is never done!"

"I had planned on letting the two of you to dress together, but Dani you simply are too much of a mess, and anyway, I am more than a little afraid that the two of you would end up right back in bed repeating what just went on. Any sissy is a handful, but two sissies smitten with each other are simply impossible!"

We reluctantly untangled our limbs and, with heavy sighs, got up. "Now, Millicent, off to your room. Anna is waiting for you to lend a hand. Trust me, displeasing either Mistress, let alone both, would be as painful an experience as this afternoon's was pleasurable – maybe much, much more so! Now scoot!"

"Dani, go to your bathroom, strip and get into the shower. You know the procedure by now. Scoot!" We both did her bidding, Millicent with a new sense of urgency after being reminded whom she was serving that evening.

As I started peeling off my skimpy lingerie I realized just what a mess I was. A combination of Millicent's and my clitty cream seemed everywhere. "Oh, my, we certainly were naughty little girls!" I delightedly giggled to myself. After I got out of the shower Maria carefully looked me over. "Sissy you do have a bit of wear and tear from first Sir John and now Millicent. I am only going to briefly suction your full breasts. Also I again want to treat your tender derriere. Please bend over while I apply some soothing balm to your tender little girlie hole."

Next she placed the little electric pads and large cylinders on me, having me hold them in place this time while she pumped out the air to create the vacuum swelling. It was not as strong before, but given my titties' tenderness, it was equally intense. "Sit on this stool while I try to figure out what to do with your hair."

After a bit Maria had my hair in large rollers and led me to the lacing bar. "Place your arms up just like last night while I lace you in sissy. We have to hurry. Anna will be here shortly after she finishes straightening out Millicent to do your nails. Tomorrow, after your D & D lesson, when we have more time she is going to put on some extensions and get them done properly."

"Miss Maria, may I ask what a D & D lesson is?" I asked, fearing that it did not sound fun.

"It stands for Dancing and Deportment. Each morning Madame Gustov will instruct you in ballet and general feminine deportment each morning for two hours. Although you are naturally girlish in your movements, the ballet lessons will make you into a much better sissy. The combination of petticoated frills and lessons will have you swishing about in a perfect prissy fairy-like manner. Just imagine how pretty you will look in a tutu!"

"Thank God tonight will be an early one. After you are excused by Sir John return to this room – it's your room when you stay here. Don't you just love how pink and girlie it is?"

I looked about the room really for the first time and it was done in a manner befitting a fairy queen. "Yes, Miss Maria. It actually makes me feel nice and comfy all over!"

"When you return here call my extension – it's listed next to the phone, and I will come up and prepare you for bed. A girl like you has to sleep as prettily as you do everything else. At any rate, tomorrow will be an active day, not only for you morning training but also preparation for the cruise on Master's yacht. More pretty things for you to wear are being delivered early and we will have to sort those out as well."

With amazing speed the same type of white bustier was draw up my body and laced into position. Maria came around me and played with the front, using the suction cylinder to position my titties for best effect and then removing them. Returning to my back she tightened the laces more than I had experienced before. My breathing was quite restricted. She paid it no mind and had me step into another pair of the white frilly open panties that I wore last night, another pair of white laced seamed stockings and heels. She finished me off by adding a clitty petal and ribboned sissy bell.

"Ah, here's Anna. Over to the chair Sissy! Time to finish your preparation! She commanded. I sat down and Anna started on my nails while Maria worked on my face. "No time to have you fuss with makeup tonight. Tomorrow, after D & D your real makeup lessons begin – soon you will be able to do this as second nature! Anna, we need deep red nails to match her slutty maid's lips so you will have to use that horrible quick dry polish, but tomorrow we will do her up properly," she added.

The two women worked with amazing speed and efficiency. I was again in awe how easily real women handled these girlie things. I had seen my mother do it thousands of times, but never really fully appreciated it fully. Maria finished my makeup and I sensed that it was even heavier than last night when I was presented to Sir John for my deflowering, and turned to my hair. Anna had finished one hand and switched to the other.

My hair was combed out and another smaller piece was worked in to create the same french twist look that Millicent had yesterday. In fact, as nearly as I could tell I was being dressed in exactly the same way. Anna finished and added new long fingerless lace gloves and my pearl jewelry, including my locking collar.

"Sissy, please stand up and step into your two petticoats, and try if you can not to loose yourself in another sissy epiphany, we are a little short on time." Well, she might have said it, but when the petticoats were pulled up my legs a delightful feeling charged through my entire body. There just was something so essentially sissy about those frilly clouds about my waist! "Do not touch them!" Maria barked, meaning it this time. "Your nails are not dry!"

The maid's dress was then dropped over my head, zipped up, adjusted and its accessories added. "Now, Sissy, you may go admire yourself in the mirror while Anna and I get things put away." I minced over to the mirror and, despite all I had been dressed in over the past forty-eight hours, was again dumbstruck.

My dress was made from black taffeta with white satin ruffled trim. It had impossibly high puffy short sleeves and a bodice that went beneath my small budding titties. Once again, an outfit that prominently displaying precisely what it was meant to be cover! The very short skirt stood out nearly perpendicularly from my waist as it rested on the froth of white petticoats – far too short to cover anything a skirt should cover – clitty, garters, stocking tops were all exposed. My open panties with my clitty flower and bow-topped white satin ribbon holding my a little silver sissy bell were clearly visible.

My lips and nails were scarlet red and my makeup over done in a tarty french maid manner. A white high maid's bonnet with draping ribbons, white lace open fingered gloves, white chiffon apron with a huge bow in back and black six inch stiletto satin heels with toe bows finished off my uniform.

I was brought back to earth by Anna taking a photo of me. "Oh, keep on preening, Sissy!" Maria laughed. "I think you love the camera as much as looking at yourself in the mirror. Really it is much the same thing anyway. Now show us a nice deep curtsey."

"OK," Maria said, "now down to the kitchen so Cook can show you what you are serving and then to the door to await your Master – now move those sweet sissy cheeks!"

We went to the kitchen and I met "Cook," who turned out to be a huge wonderful black woman with an infectious laugh and sweet smile. I liked her instantly. She greeted me like a long lost niece. "Oh, aren't you the pretty one! She exclaimed. "Now maybe that sweet Millicent will have a sister. Those fill-in sissy maids just are just not trained the same way. You have to meet my very own sweet little babykins!"

Cook explained what I had to serve and told me how it would be set up. She even took me to the library to show me how and where Sir John was to be served. Maria made several decorum suggestions including where and how to stand and the need to act as a servant – at least until ordered to do otherwise by my Master. Returning to the kitchen Cook said, "Now sweet pea, you just sit down right here, and I will get you your sissy food."

As I ate Cook and Maria chatted, obviously old and very close friends. Oh my, was there ever "downstairs" gossip! They worked through virtually everyone who attended the party last night. Some guests were clearly their favorites, others clearly not. They all loved both Sir John and Mummy, despite a reference to "do not make her cross!" They also loved the Prendergast-Homequest couples and mentioned that the world was far too short of true gentlemen like Mr. G. and Lazarus – I wondered, "Who were these guys, anyway?" Cook loved Clarissa and her little baby Sheila, and Maria love Mrs. Kane and her sissy boys. Others were not quite as fortunate!

As I finished slurping down my sissy treat I recalled that each time I ate this sweet goo I seemed to have an insatiable desire for real cum – either man cum or sissy cream. After breakfast I had tasted Master. After brunch I had tasted Millicent. Now I was about to serve Master again and already I was yearning for his cum.

Maria looked at her watch and announced, "Duty calls, Sir John is an extremely punctual man, and he demands the same from those around him." While Maria mixed a large martini and poured it into a heavy chilled crystal glass, Cook took a short tube-like chiller from the freezer, put it on a small silver tray, and handed it to me. Maria put the chilled martini glass into the chilling device. "Mind that you do not spill the drink, Sissy. I want you to be greeted with your master's smile, not a spanking!" she cautioned.

Checking her watch again, she led me to the foyer and positioned me to the right of the massive cypress door so that I would be the first thing Master saw when he entered. From the wall next to the door she took what had been an innocuous looking short chain and locked it to my collar.

She quickly went over my outfit and adjusted some details, including some pinches and tugs to make my titties stand out. "Now mind your deportment – feet together, eyes to your Master's crotch, stand straight and be proud of your sweet sissy titties presented for his pleasure! There now, you are indeed the perfect little sissy maid awaiting her Master!"

Maria smiled at me and returned to the kitchen, no doubt to share more gossip with Cook.

My mind could not help but to race over the last forty-eight hours and their incredible events. Yes, it was only that short a time ago when I was dressed by my mother and taken out into the world. I knew that what had happened was not really a change to my real self, but rather an awakening of tectonic proportions. So this was Dani – well, I quite fancied Dani as Dani was now I!

As I heard Sir John's roadster pull up my mind turned to him. Despite the marathon sex Millicent and I had enjoyed shortly before, the little flame of desire that only an Alpha Male can generate began to stir. "Yes," I thought, "I need this wonderful man!"

As door opened my clitty rose and a deep smile crossed my face. Master was home and all was well!

 

The End of Book I – Awakening

 

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