Book I – Awakening dealt with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self – it is a coming of age story. Book II covers the remaining eight days of Dani's vacation and her kinky little band's further exploits. Although each Book is meant to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Book I.

It is rated X, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex together with all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Dani's Story

Book II – First Days

Chapter II – The Fourth Day, Part I

by sissystevie

 

A gentle touch to my head started to bring me back from my deep sleep. I sensuously moved my body across the satin sheets. They felt yummy against my smooth legs and satin baby doll nightie as they glided over them. "Was this just more of the same dream I had been having for most of my life?" I wondered. One hand, shortly followed by the other, went to my nipple and rubbed the satin against it – "So nice, so very nice!" I sighted in a soft, breathy voice.

"Dani, sleepyhead, it's time to start a new day," I heard as I opened my eyes to find Maria leaning over me. "I let you sleep for as long as I dared. You had quite a day yesterday, and the day before for that matter. Even a young sissy needs her beauty sleep." She continued, "Up you go, sweetie, you have to join Sir John for breakfast in a half hour, and I need to make you presentable."

Somewhat reluctantly I arose from my satin cocoon to discover myself a little stiff. Maria sensed it and chuckled, "Yes, my dear, you did indeed have an active evening. I suspect you are a little sore. Now into the bathroom, take off your nightie, brush your teeth, and wash your face first with water and then with the cleansing conditioner. Mind not to get you hair wet – it's already enough of a mess. I will be in shortly to help you with your douche. Now hurry along, Sissy!"

As I finished my face I marveled at how the base makeup remained on me, and then how really feminine I looked. It was no wonder that other boys had tormented and teased me so much. I realized then and there that whatever boy left in me surely had been purged last night when I literally begged Sir John to take me like a bitch in heat. I could not believe that I carried on in such a manner. And it was all recorded! Embarrassing, but also so deeply exciting in some way that I could not quite fully fathom!

"Ah, Sissy, I see you are ready. First I will show you how to take care of your ears." She showed me how to remove my plain studs and place them in a sterile solution. New studs holding the same small dangling hearts from yesterday were covered with antibiotic salve and replaced in my lobes. "You have to be very careful for the first few weeks so that the piercings heal properly and do not get infected."

"Now be a good girl and rub this cream over your breasts, Put and extra amount on your nipples; they must be very tender."

"This time I want you to douche yourself. Hang the bag on the hook over the toilet, and then I think you know what to do. This is a soft cleanser. We'll follow it with another mineral oil douche and finally another medicated suppository just like last night. When you complete that, use the body powder to make yourself soft and sweetly scented."

Finished with my appointed tasks Maria led me back with the bedroom and sat me on a pink satin covered stool before a beautiful makeup table that had pink organza and satin drapes about it. "No more makeup chair, starting today you will learn how to maintain yourself as a proper sissy. Because time is short I will help you get ready for Sir John this morning. Your real makeup lessons commence at eleven o'clock this morning young lady."

Once again, Maria deftly made me up and started into my hair. "This needs some major work! We will work on this as well at eleven. Let me try something creative for now."

In a few moments Maria had combed out my maid's French twist from last night and taken both my own blond hair and the matching hairpiece up into a pink satin ribbon to form a pageboy effect. I was in awe and wanted to learn how to do such marvelous things.

"Yes, you do have a need to be beautiful, don't you Sissy? And so you shall be, so you shall be! Now let's get you dressed," Maria said.

"Now dear, another little nightie to delight your Master," Maria exclaimed. "Pay attention – we all know how much you like to primp and pose after putting on your sexy little sissy things, but time is short. Save the exhibition for Sir John!"

A cute pair of pink satin bikini panties was handed to me, and I dutifully pulled them up my legs – just loving the feeling. They had large satin bows at either side. Despite Maria's admonitions, I fussed with the bows, loving both the look and the feel!

She handed me a garter belt which I clasped behind me – I actually was getting adept at fastening these things. The garment was pink satin trimmed with white lace and a pretty bow in front. It tightly cinched in my slim waist and had four ruffle and lace clad suspenders ending in satin ribbon-covered tabs.

Next came sheer white nylon stockings with ruffles and satin bows at their tops. I so loved the feeling of connecting them to the garter's suspenders! The sweet tug was divine and made me feel so utterly girlie!

The flowing top, made from sheer pink chiffon and trimmed in pink satin, was dropped down over me and tugged into place – the bodice had a built in demi-bra that shaped and displayed my budding breasts. A cute large pink satin bow was attached just beneath the bra part. Yes, I touched that as well. Bows, it seemed, were just so satisfying. I adored them!

The feeling of having my titties formed and displayed with my rock-hard nipples protruded through the skimpy material caused my clitty to become very stiff. My hands went up to caress my little titties and just could not resist pinching my sensitive nipples. That cream seemed to make them tingle just a little more each time.

These wonderful clothes were overwhelming me. I loved the idea of being a little sex kitten on display. Yesterday's first experience wearing petticoats really was a bit of an epiphany, and I hoped that I would shortly be put in more of them – many, many more of them! I also yearned to be seen in them! Yes, being seen by others was a very intoxicating idea!

"That's quite enough my dear! Time is short. Focus on the chores before you, Sissy!" Maria cautioned. "Put on your jewelry from last night – yes, the pearl and gold anklet, bracelets and necklace, and then your new pink satin mules with the broad satin bows on their toes.

"Yes," she giggled, "even more bows! A sissy like you can never have too many bows, can you?"

As I completed dressing she said, "Yes that's a good girl. Now add, doing it yourself, another touch of sheen to your lips, blush to your cheeks, a spray of perfume, and off you go."

I did, feeling even more feminine for doing it myself, and off I minced to my Lord and Master with some very naughty thoughts in my mind! There was one thing that I wanted last night that I did not get from that wonderful man…

I knocked softly on Sir John's door and was told to enter. He was again seated at the side table wearing a silk brocade robe. Breakfast had been placed upon the table, and he was sipping coffee. I minced toward him, making sure that my deportment and sissy sway were perfect –a perfectly natural thing given my tender rear and five inch stiletto mules.

"Ah, sweet, sweet sissy, good morning – come and sit with your Master."

I came to the table, wanting to kiss that beautiful man deeply on his lips, but demurred and gave him a bob-curtsey and said, "Good morning, Master. I hope you slept well."

"Thank you, Dani. I slept like the proverbial rock after enjoying your considerable charms. Take a seat, my love, and we shall have another of our morning chats. I'm happy to see that you look none the worse for wear after such an active evening. Ah, sweet youth!"

I sat across from him. Before me was a bowl containing my sissy goo and, again, a small vial with two pills? I began moving my hair to one side as I looked up at him, opened my eyes as wide as possible and smiled and said "Thank you, Master."

The sissy "goo" was a scientifically balance diet with everything nutritionally required, but it did not fill up a certain cavity area that was becoming increasingly used. It had custard like consistency with a look and salty taste not unlike cum! Even the gooey texture was a little like cum. I actually found it quite appealing.

Without question, I swallowed my girlie pills and began spooning up the goo, thinking that a spoon may not be the proper delivery vehicle. As I slowly ate it, one hand went up to my tittie. I recalled that each time I had eaten this little concoction, some very real cum shortly followed.

"I see that you have come to like your special sissy food, Dani. It is helpful in focusing a new sissy in her early training. Real food can be distracting. Your senses must be focused on just what I suspect you are thinking right now," Master chuckled. "Many more developed sissies, such as your beloved Millicent, continue to eat it regularly, especially before big nights."

Turning more serious, Sir John said, "Dani, again, I want to remind you that when we have private chats such as this I welcome your honest questions.

"Now, some of us, particularly after your performance of last night, wonder about the speed at which you are adapting to this new, and still experimental in your case, lifestyle. I have known many sissies, but have never seen one change so rapidly and completely without remorse and recriminations. Would you like to offer your thoughts on this?"

I slowly withdrew and then licked my spoon and thought for a moment, unconsciously fluffing one side of my hair. "Master, I really do not know. I just feel so content and so very happy. It's as if I entered a place that is so peaceful and accepting. I know that Mummy knew I was stealing her lingerie and doing naughty things with them, but I doubt she has any idea of how often I really did it. I lived from one time to next and just could not wait until I could do it again. It was almost as if I was starved for oxygen when I could not be that way."

"There always was that driving need, but also the fear of being caught – not only by her, but by everyone else. I knew I was so different. Even my body was different, so small and with my puffy nipples. The teasing was horrible! So horrible!"

Suddenly, and without warning I burst into tears. "Oh, Master it really was horrible. I even thought of killing myself. I really did!"

"Dani, dear, come over here and sit on my lap," he said in his strong but wonderfully soothing voice.

I walked over as he pushed back from the table. My arms went about his neck and my head to his strong shoulder. It was so comforting to be held by him. When my gasping subsided I managed to say, "Oh, Daddy, I am just so relieved to be this way; it really is how I think I was always meant to be. Please don't make me change. Please, please!" The tears again started to flow.

He gently kisses my head and softly stroked my back and said, "Now, now, Dani, do not worry. To deny you becoming every bit of the sissy that you were born as would be one of the greatest sins of the world. No only for you, but also for all the admirers and lovers you will eventually meet!" With a warm laugh he added, "Most especially for them!"

It really didn't register with me that I had called him "Daddy." And if he noticed it, no comment was made. His hand went down up to my breast, and he gently began rolling my nipple between his fingers while cupping and kneading them with his hand. It was so soothing.

After a while I raised my head from his shoulder, looked at him and brought my lips down on his in what, to this day, was one of the most profoundly deep kisses of my life – and there have been many deep kisses along the way!

"Oh, Master, my face must be a mess," I whimpered, almost starting to cry again. "I'm so sorry. I want to be perfect for you."

He tenderly kissed me again and said, "Well, I dare say that resolves that issue.

"However, as you know, you will have to formerly state that to your mother on the last day of your stay here. As you know, you made the decision not only to spend your holiday here as a full time sissy, but also completely controlled by your mother and me. The decision to continue forward will be a more critical decision as you body will begin to change over the next few months – in some reversible and other possibly irreversible ways.

"Part of that decision is a consideration about this summer, which will be a more lengthy experience with much the same thing. Your mother insists that you complete school, which will somewhat cloister you from this life, but we think it will be a good chance to reflect and consider your options once again, despite the fact that steps will be taking place to prepare your for the summer. Moreover, should you elect to spend the summer with us, the changes will become more profound and permanent over those months.

"Oh, and never fear, we have worked out a clever artifice to cover your changes whilst at school that we can discuss later if you proceed forward."

He continued to fondle my tittie, which was beginning to have a significant effect on me, despite that fact that I really did want to listen carefully.

He went on, "Now I want you to focus on what the rest of this week will entail. As I said yesterday, this is all about choices. Simply to be a sissy is not enough. What type of sissy must also be considered.

"We want you to make an informed, or as informed as possible, decision. Therefore, the balance of your time here will be structured to expose you to as broad a range as possible of the sissy lifestyle. Each day will provide a different experience. I'm sure you are formulating ideas about sex and how you like to look and dress, but these must be tested against alternatives to make the best decision.

"Lastly, I think you know that you have the potential to become a world class beauty, measured by any standard. Fred Gingerman has a delightful way of approaching particularly beautiful girls like you. He simply asks them what color Porsche they want. And he means it! I dare say there will be many men who will throw themselves at you – not to mention many other girls, both genetic and sissy. I think you and Millicent may likely be quite close for life – if she can even decide upon her own course, that is."

I rested on his warm strong shoulder, arms wrapped around him, loving both what he was saying and doing to my little tittie, despite being a little put-off by having to go back to that drab boy school – but then, I thought, there were about four hundred horny cocks walking about…

Thinking of which, my rear had ever so slightly been moving on Sir John's lap, and I now felt a certain harness there. "Mmmm," I thought, I really wanted to fully taste him last night before we moved onto other things. "Yes, that man meat would be divine in my mouth. So comforting! So nice!" I had to be a little girlie clever here.

I lifted my head, wiggled my bum a little and looked at him with my blue eyes very wide open, "Master, may I request one of those little 'experiences'?" I asked.

"Within reason, yes you may, Sissy," he responded.

"May I kneel down between your legs and give you a slow romantic blow job? Not hurried so that I can savor every part of your beautiful cock and balls before I eat your sweet cum," I coyly said while curling my hair in one finger. I really did need that cock right now. Sucking it would be so affirming of just who and what I was.

Sir John simply kissed me on my lips, pinched my nipple in a delightful way, lifted me off his lap and opened up his legs. "Yes," I thought, "His divine cock was mine! YUM!"

I let my hands trace down his chest as I went to my knees. "Yes," I thought, "being on my knees was somehow so satisfying – seemingly a place where I just should be."

I gently, reverently actually, pulled aside his robe to unveil my prize. And there it was, a perfect man cock! His shaft was straight and long and the head was perfect symmetrical. His massive man balls hung down with their slick sweet nectar lying within them. I sighed and said, "Master, may I just admire you for a moment or two?"

"Of course you may sweet sissy, of course you may," he replied in a surprisingly soft voice,

I reached forward with my lacquered finger nails to worshipfully caress his package. My hands glided over his balls and then his cock as I inspected each part. "So beautiful, so lovely," I whispered, and added again, "Just so very, very lovely! A cock this beautiful could own my very soul."

He grew in my hands and under my gaze. I leaned forward and softly began a slow methodical kissing starting with his balls and then moving to the silky sides of his shaft, saving the best for last. "So beautiful," I moaned as I felt him throb under my lips. I looked up into his soft grey eyes and said, "Thank you Master, thank you so much!"

He smiled back and I looked back down to find what I most sought at the moment, a sweet drop of precum sitting over his piss slit. "Oh," I thought, "I was pleasing this man, and now he is rewarding me." With yet another sighing moan, I licked the nectar, savoring the sweetest of sweet delights.

"Yes, yes, yes," I muttered as I now began slowly and respectfully licking every part of his cock, feeling each feature, each bulging vein and every silk and velvety aspect of both his cock and his balls. As I studied and felt every part of his manhood a wonderful warm feeling of belonging came over me. "Yes, I thought, "I belong to this way of life."

I sensed a new urgency in Masters throbbing and knew it was time to collect my reward. Slightly changing my position, I went under the base of his balls and began a long lick up between his balls and on up the underside of his shaft. Ending at his sensitive arrow, I kissed and licked it for an extra moment before I rimmed his head. Rising a bit, I took him into my mouth, filling it completely.

I came back up making a tight ring with my lips while sucking deeply. I came off his head with that delightful popping sound that screamed, "Cocksucking!" Sir John openly moaned.

I rapidly returned, first taking virtually all of him into my mouth and throat and then returning to the upper part where I could suck and tongue him to the greatest effect. It did not take long, as shortly he tensed, his balls seemed to tighten and his cock grew to the bursting point. His legs squeezed me. With some remorse that my sucking pleasure was coming to a close, I knew the moment had come. However, it did have its own sweet yummy-cummie reward.

Just as I knew the moment was upon us, he amazed me by withdrawing from my mouth and grunted out, "Open your mouth and proudly receive my cum!"

His first shot almost caught me by surprise as the string landed across my face, starting at my right eye brow and going diagonally over to my left cheek. What a feeling! The second spurt mostly went into my open mouth with a little hitting my lips and chin.

"Now, suck it," he commanded whilst shoving his cock back into my mouth just in time for the third eruption. I sucked and lapped it up as a sissy possessed. The taste, the feel and even the aroma drove me into ecstasy. My satin bikini panties were soaked with my own clitty cream that had leaked out quite unaided during my little cock inspection tour.

He softened as I cleaned his cock and swallowed his seed. As he withdrew from my mouth he said, "Now wipe and lick up the balance of your reward, my dear. Savor the taste, feel and smell of a man, as I am sure you will."

"How could this man know exactly what I was thinking all the time?" I wondered.

While I tried to straighten myself out, Master answered a phone call from the mysterious Lazarus, his chief legal counsel, and then dialed another number.

"Maria we have some changes to our plans. We will sail at noon today. Please inform Cook and Willy. Invite Madame Gustov to join us. She will have to fit Dani's Deportment and Dance instruction in as we go. Tell Cook that we will fly Babykins over in the Gulfstream with Constance, Electra, Millicent and Anna. Invite Mr. Gingerman and his new cumquat, Julie, to join us on the yacht. Have the pilots talk to Lazarus about our other plans. He needs to fly up to New York this evening on a business matter.

"While you're getting things sorted out, please have Anna start preparing Dani." After listening a bit, "Excellent, we can bring her things down on the plane – if Henrietta and Percy can make room in the baggage compartment," he chuckled. "Tell Electra that she may NOT tie Percy to the wing if the baggage space is too cramped!"

"Dani, please go to your room where Anna will sort you out. I have some business arrangements to make before we sail," he said, turning back to the telephone.

I curtsied and marveled at a strong and masterful man Sir John really was.

Arriving at my room I was met by Anna. "Sissy, you seem to be missing all you makeup lessons, but I do want you to carefully watch so that you will eventually be able to do this all by yourself. Fortunately your outfits today are less complicated than the past two days."

"First sit down so I can remove your hairpiece and then off you go to the bathroom. Strip everything off. We will need to take care of your hair again," Anna dictated.

In short order all was done and Anna applied one special lotion to my body and another to carefully to my face where a beard might have been on a normal eighteen year old. I had practically no body or facial hair at all. After a brief cool shower where the lotions were washed off, Anna reached is a shampooed my hair before I again rinsed and then massaged in a wonderfully smelling cream body wash. My body from my eyebrows down was completely smooth.

"Well, we are making some progress at you maintaining yourself. Maria tells me that you douched yourself this morning as well. Rub in your tittie cream and insert another one of those soothing medicated suppositories.

"Sweetie, I have to draw a little blood to check on your hormonal levels. Just a little pick and we will be done. Hold out your arm please." In a few seconds a vial of blood was drawn and placed in her pocket.

"Now slip on this smock and put your mules back on. I'm going to take you to the salon so we may work on you more efficiently."

She led me to a back side of the house that I had never visited before. It contained what appeared to be a fully equipped beauty salon with three stations. Lady Homequest, the incredibly beautiful young diminutive blue-eyed, blond wife of Lord Homequest was seated in one chair having her hair done by a woman I had not met.

"Well, hello Dani," she cheered out, "I see you have found the epicenter of our secret beauty lives. Welcome to our sanctuary, sweetie!"

I marveled at her. Even with her hair up, she was breathtaking. She was only a few years older than me and we shared much the same looks. "Good morning, Lady Homequest, you even look beautiful in a smock with your hair up!" I said.

"Oh, Dani, you are as sweet as you are beautiful!" she replied. I hope you are going to wear another of your sweet sissy confections again today. I so miss wearing them myself. Maria dear, what is planned for this perfect sissy to wear?"

"One of the short sissy-sailor dresses, Ma'am," Maria replied. "Would you also like to wear one? We have an extra that Millicent was going to wear before plans changed. You are the same size I believe."

"Brilliant! Yes, I think I would indeed. What fun! Dani and I can be sissy twins!" Lady Homequest gushed out. "Raquel will be so jealous! And, Dani and Maria, please call me Heather – Dani, dear, we are sissy sisters after all."

"Oh my God," I thought, "dressed as this English rose's little sissy sister in matching outfits. This was indeed heaven!"

"OK, Sis, down in the chair, we have some serious reconstruction to get done" Anna said. "Suzie," she continued, speaking to one of the beauticians, "Will you please help with Dani's breast stimulation devices? Then you may start on her hair while I do her nails."

Little electronic patches were pasted on the sides of my boobies and then small tubes were held over each nipple, attached to plastic hoses and vacuum-pumped so that each nipple was distended out. The power, via thin wires to a transformer, was turned on to the patches, which caused my titties to twitch as their muscles contacted. This was the third day of these treatments and not only did I find the sensation quite erotic, but also my little sissy titties seemed to be a little larger – certainly my nipples were! Later the nipple tubes were replaced by large cylinders and each entire tittie was pumped out in the same manner.

As my titties were pumped full I sighed. Heather giggled and said, "Yes, it is a very pleasant feeling. I still use them myself to maintain firmness and tone, or so I tell everyone!"

Maria arrived carrying a very full clothing bag and made her greeting to all. Anna informed her of Heather's request and Maria quite lit up. "What a wonderful idea! You two look so much alike. I'll have to do matching make up and hair so you really do look like twins!" she exclaimed. "Anna, between coats on her nails would you please fetch the other sailor dress and all the trimmings?"

If this was the inner sanctum of femininity, I adored it. The three women flitted about us touching us up here and there, giggling and swooning as they went about in obvious delight.

When completed Heather and I stood next to each other before a huge floor to ceiling mirror. What a glorious sight it was!

Our blond hair was done in a princess-like style pulled back and teased up in front with a white satin ribbon tied over our head in a hair band fashion that allowed our hair to cascade down the back and about the sides of our heads. My mane was enhanced by the same fall I had worn a couple of days ago.

Our eyes were shaded in light blue that matched both their color and the color of our cute dresses. We each wore small dangly earrings and had frosted cherry lips. White satin chokers adorned out necks. Even our perfumed scent was intoxicating.

But the most shocking were my nails! Anna had added acrylic extensions to my nails that extended them at least another half inch! They had flat tops and were lacquered cherry red.

The pale blue satin dresses were divine with sailor's collars ending in a deep 'vee' neck ending just under our busts. The flaps at our backs were trimmed as in the sailor fashion in white, and a white satin bow was at the point of the neck's 'vee.' The dress, itself, had a satin band just under our titties that tied in yet another pretty bow behind us. We both were wearing open tip lacy bras and the moving satin over our puffy nipples made them hard as little sissy rubies, which caused them to prominently show through the fabric. Beneath the tie, the short puffy skirt went out empire style, just barely cleaning our frilly white and pale blue panties. A white satin band circled the skirt just about its hem. Ruffled taffeta petticoats ending just below the skirt's hem made the puffiness work perfectly. Puffy short sleeve ending in another white satin band completed the dress.

We wore over-the-knee white stay-ups, each stocking having a large satin bow at its top. White satin four inch mary janes with huge satin toe bows adorned out pretty little feet. We each had delicate white lace gloves with lacy frills at their tops about our wrists. Matched gold and pearl anklets and bracelets added to our look.

The final touches were tiny little white satin handbags and, the best of all, white and pale blue lace covered parasols! I just gushed – I felt so utterly sissy, so prissy!

"It is the absolutely most fab look and feel in the world, isn't it Dani?" Heather rhetorically asked. My swoon was taken as a sufficient answer. Both of us vamped and posed before the mirror. Clearly I was not alone in loving to look at myself. It was so much more fun to have two of us carrying on at the same time.

After a bit, Heather nudged me and said, "Brilliant, now off we go, little sister!"

"Oh, Heather, being a sissy is so wonderful, I have never been happier!" I said as I felt tears welling up again. "Why all this crying lately?" I wondered to myself.

"Oh, my dear sweet sissy," Heather said as she put her arm around me. "I so understand. I still have the same feelings when I put on petticoats and a frilly sissy dress, but it's so much stronger at first! Much like coming home to your true self, isn't it? Now, don't ruin your pretty face. I want to have a fun time with my sissy twin! Now, babe, let's go strut our sissy stuff as you Yanks say!"

Maria giggled at the two of us girls so thoroughly enjoying our frilled femininity and said, "You two indeed are a pair! Seeing you together reminds of days past with Heather and makes me think about days to come for you, Dani.

"However, the day is upon us! Please, girls, go up to the foyer where transportation to the yacht is being arranged. Heather knows the way."

Arriving at the foyer where I had stood just the night before awaiting Sir John, I noticed Heather stop, tense up and breathe deeply.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here" Mummy exclaimed. "Twin sissies? Not only my very own daughter but the forever sweet Heather!"

I looked over to see my mother entering the foyer from outside. She was a woman of extraordinary beauty. We shared the same blond hair and blue eyes. Our bodies were similar with mine actually being shorter and more slight and hers, of course, being more voluptuous. She had an aristocratic air that conveyed an iron will.

Mummy was wearing a golf outfit with a fitted, open necked, short sleeved crisp white blouse and a black short skirt that complimented her athletic figure.

Heather, eyes cast downward, went into an incredibly deep curtsey and said, "Good morning, Mistress Constance." I followed with a comparatively pathetic bob.

Mummy came over to me, kissed my cheek and said, "Dani, dear, you look lovely. I dare say the silly boy cocoon has burst."

The most I could manage was, "Morning, Mummy dear."

Turning to Heather, "Oh, my pretty, pretty, you must know how much I miss playing with you. All those times together when you were younger and we did those fun things. You always made me think about my very own sissy son sitting at home struggling with all those ugly boy things while awaiting his moment to burst forth from the cocoon as a sweet sissy girl butterfly. You two really are so much alike. Later this week I intend to find out just how much alike!"

She moved her hands over Heather's satin dress, paying special attention to her titties. Heather's tension changed to one more of lust. Whatever Mummy meant to her combined with her erotic caresses was having a profound effect on her.

She lightly kissed Heather on the lips and whispered something to her that made Heather sigh. Moving back, but still fondling her, Mummy said, "I am tempted to make you squirt right here and now, but it might ruin the men's fun later.

"You know, Heather, those the twin sissy outfits will inspire those naughty men. Count yourself lucky that it's John and your husband, whom you can twist about your little girlie finger, and not Electra and I, who would twist you two about other things!" she said with a truly evil grin.

"Why don't you young ladies step outside? Electra would love to see your outfits and, anyway, I think Big Jim is ready to drive you to the dock."

As Mummy opened the door and motioned us sissies out, I noticed that Heather again slightly tensed up at the mention of Electra, whom, I now knew as Mummy's dearest friend and sometimes lover.

We arrived outside to a sight almost as bizarre as those of the past two days. Electra was leaning back against a pillar looking at her husband, the poor pitiful Percy and my stepfather, Henry – now called Henrietta.

Electra was the perfect female foil to Mummy. She was the same height and approximately the same build, if not a little more voluptuous and cat-like. However, she had a long mane of flowing jet black hair and piercing green eyes. She was dressed exactly the same as Mummy. Clearly they were ready for golf.

Next to a horse hitching post were their two husbands in yet another utterly humiliating dress predicament. Two leads went from their locked metal collars to the post.

Both were dressed in some form of bright pink one piece cotton romper outfits like little girlie-boys. The tops had ruffled laid down clown-like collars that went entirely around their necks and featured very short puffy sleeves clinched tightly in place with satin ribbons. Lace adored the blouse front and again about their waists.

Each man's eyes were downcast and their mouths were stuffed with pink ball gags. Their hands were encased in pink satin mittens that were attached to locked metal manacles. Their arms and legs were hairless.

The bottom's short pants ended high on their thighs also with the tied ribbons having large bows at either puffed-out pant side. More interestingly, there were buttoned flaps that covered both the front and rear, the rear one being large enough to expose their entire bums. Each flap was humiliatingly finished off with a prominent, bustle-like pink satin bow in its center.

They wore flat pink patent leather mary janes over little ankle socks with folded down lace tops. The shoes had smooth rubber soles that would protect the golf course's greens, but also would prove very difficult to walk in as they provided no traction whatsoever – no doubt by devilish design! The situation was made even worse by the fact that their feet were hobbled with locking manacles.

Over each tormented man's shoulder was a very large golf bag, which held almost as many whips as golf clubs. The bags were attached with thin chains to their wrist manacles. This indeed was to be quite a little outing! Not to mention the public humiliation they were to endure in such bizarre outfits, I feared the poor men were in for a very long painful day at the merciless hands of these two beautiful goddesses – one of whom was my very own mother!

"Ah, a vision in sweet blue femininity!" exclaimed Electra as Heather and I appeared.

Heather again went into a deep curtsey and this time I followed. As we went down, she whispered, "Greet her with me just like I did to your Mum." We came up and chorused, "Good morning, Mistress Electra."

As we finished I noticed that Mummy was over chatting with Big Jim, Sir John's chauffer. The two of them appeared to be enjoying some form of joke and were laughing.

"Very nice, girls. It's such a pity that those two disgusting slaves over there can never seem to understand what proper dress and decorum are."

She walked over to the two pathetic wimps and withdrew a particularly vicious looking buggy whip from poor pitiful Percy's bag and started flicking it before them as they noticeably began to tremble. Electra was indeed a formidable woman. Addressing my mother in a low menacing voice, "Connie, dear, shall we show the sissies how their little flaps work? I'm sure it will bring back fond memories to Heather."

"Big Jim just told me that he is waiting for some packages so the girls have the time." Mummy replied. "Yes, I think a little exhibition would be nice. Anyway, isn't it time we plugged them in? Also, it may remind them of the consequences of their Mistress playing poorly, or worse yet, losing the match."

The poor men now had both beautiful Mistresses' full attention. Mummy pulled each of the tethers in so that they were bent over facing the post and tied them off. Electra undid the cloth covered little buttons that held their rear flaps in place opening up their entire pink shaved bums.

The wimps were now quite visibly trembling. I noticed that Heather was staring at the scene transfixed by it – seemingly somehow connecting directly with it.

"Connie, dear, will you please do the honor of plugging them?" Electra asked.

"Of course, dear," Mummy replied, but then asked, "shall we whip then plug, or plug then whip? Oh, it can be so difficult at times deciding," she chuckled.

"Oh their squirming is better when they're plugged," Electra said with an openly sadistic grin. "Also it will be good practice for their pony role tomorrow night."

Mummy reached into each bag and produced large cock-shaped dildos and a big tube of lubrication having a long nozzle. Deftly she inserted the nozzle up each slave's rear and squeezed, causing each man to squeal in the most sissy like manner.

"What sluts!" Electra exclaimed. "I wonder how they will feel about the cocks up them an hour or so from now? Put it to them Connie!"

Mummy pointed them and, in a single stroke, drove each dildo home. "Ah, Electra," she laughed, "not one, but two holes in one!" This time there were screams not squeals from the men. A small cord was pulled out from their fronts and attached again to the rear of a corset about their waists to secure the invading cock-plugs home.

"Well done my dear," Electra laughed back and continued, "now please step aside and let me celebrate your holes in one with a bang or two…or more!"

The whip cracked several times as she snapped it menacingly close to their rears. Just as they relaxed a bit, she let one and then the other have it hard across both buns, leaving a sinister red welt. Both men yelled out in both shock and pain.

"I was just going to give you one hard stroke, but you know the rules about crying out, so we will have to repeat it," Electra said.

Crack, crack! Another vicious welt arose on each rear. This time only poor pitiful Percy yelled out. "You wimp, Percy!" Electra snarled, "Now both of you have to get one more!"

Crack, crack, and a third welt on each, but this time both managed to remain quiet. "Seems like three is the charm, eh, Connie?" Electra snickered. "Connie, if you will put some balm on them I will button them back up."

The balm must have stung because both men appeared to be in even greater pain after Mummy applied it. As Mummy loosened their leads and allowed them to turn and stand upright again both men were silently crying.

"Oh," mocked Electra," look at the big crybabies!"

"Yes, dear," Mummy laughingly replied, "but also look at what big wet fronts they have! What pain and humiliation sluts! Everyone at the club will see that as well this afternoon – see just how much they adore our abuse!

"And everyone else's for that matter," replied Electra, laughing even harder. "You know how much the boys in the caddy shack like to see them come around!"

"You know, Electra, maybe we really should take up your suggestion and castrate them so we can literally play golf with their balls – it would be nice to find some use for them. Wouldn't you just drove teeing up and driving Percy's poor pitiful balls?" said Mummy roaring with laughter.

The two wimps' faces got redder and their front tents bigger with each cutting comment.

"But the dears will have a nice quiet night with the horsies in the stable tonight," Electra further taunted. "We do have to get you in the mood for tomorrow, don't we? You can practice your 'nays' all night – just don't get one of the stallions too interested in you though!" Both women were now roaring with laughter at their submissive husbands' expense. After last night with those stud muffins Willy and Hans we girls need a sexy night in each other's arms."

Indeed, both men did have now huge erections and spreading cum spots on the fronts of their bizarre outfits! They were getting great sexual satisfaction from this treatment, just like they did the other times the two Dominatrices had abused them over the past two days.

Big Jim, also chuckling, came up to Heather and me, tipped his cap to Mummy and Electra and announced all was ready and that we must be off for the dock.

He held the door of Sir John's Rolls as Heather and I scooted in amidst a flurry of ruffles and frills. As the car pulled away I looked at the beautiful sissy sitting next to me. Heather reached over and took hold of my hand. I smiled as it felt so comfortable and nice.

"Dani, seeing you and your mother bring back so many memories – some very, very pleasant memories. When I first saw you two nights ago I understood why she took such special interest in me. Except for our age different you really do look like my twin sister, I feel so very close to you despite spending only a short time together."

I was touched and replied, "But, Heather, you are so beautiful, much more so than I am."

I wanted to ask her more questions about my mother, but she put her hands on either side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Dani, you are maybe the most beautiful young sissy I have ever seen – so much more naturally feminine than I was. You will develop into a beauty beyond imagination. You have no idea how much your mother wanted to start you on this path before your eighteenth birthday, but she remained true to her promise to your father. She knew how tormented you were and how naturally you would accept being one of us."

A little tear came to my eye and she gently kissed me. I began to melt and kissed her back putting my arms around her neck. She pulled back from me, again looking at me with her crystal blue eyes, and started to say something, stopped, and then kissed me deeply. We locked lips and souls as one without further need for words.

I have no idea how long the kiss went on. I really didn't seem that long, but it was terminated with an announcement from Big Jim that we were about to arrive at the dock.

"Oh my God, we have to repair ourselves," I thought, showing concern in my face. Heather smiled at me and giggled as she said, "Dani you really are such a prissy sissy! Here, I will fix you up and then let's go put on a tease for all the boys on the dock! I know you adore it as much as I do, so let's put on a show!"

In a few expert strokes of powder and lipstick she had both of us back in tip top shape just as the car came to a stop at the end of the dock. Big Jim, not terribly well disguising the tent in his own pants, opened the door for us and pointed to the huge yacht and the very end of the pier.

"Give 'em hell, girls. Half of them will be wanking for weeks thinking about you two!" he said as he broadly grinned and winked.

We straighten out our dresses, puffing them out and up so our panties would surely been seen – I sooo loved that feeling – held our tiny hand bags between our thumbs and one finger, opened our parasols and minced forward with asses swaying in the most naughty manner. Both of us fell into a runway model's strut.

Our first male causality was a young lad who walked directly into a post causing him to fall to the decking and us to giggle with delight. Not more than another ten feet down the pier a cacophony of whistles began as a second poor lad walked off the side of his boat into the water.

Heather leaned over to me and said, "Oh, I so love being a sissy!" Just then a breeze came up causing our petticoats and skirts to fluff up above our waists as we squealed in the sissiest way. Two more men went overboard into the drink! Twenty feet later a poor man drove his bicycle off the dock edge.

As we approached Sir John's yacht I was amazed at how large it was. It had to be over a hundred feet long. Then I noticed the boats name on the stern – "Lollipop."

"Oh my God!" I thought. "Sir John is quite something. Here we were about to board the "Good Ship Lollipop!"

"Heather," I giggled, "I simply do not believe the boat's name! Oooh myyy Goddd! That is just too funny – I love it!"

"He is, as they said, quite a boy!" Heather replied, joining into my enraptured giggling.

Settling down, I notice that two men on an upper deck were looking at us through binoculars, occasionally lowering them and laughing and making comments to one-another.

We were greeted at the gangway by the very hunky Hans, one of Sir John's employees, who was dressed in a handsome naval officer's uniform. He escorted us up to the deck where the two men who had been watching our little parade were standing. The men turned out to be none other than Sir John and Lord Homequest, Heather's husband.

Lord Homequest appeared to be in his early forties and cut from the same cloth as Sir John – lean, tall and very handsome! Another perfect Alpha Male specimen.

"Well, girls that was quite a little show. I hope you enjoyed yourselves," Sir John commented feigning disapproval.

"Indeed, what sissy trollops!" added Lord Homequest. "What shall we do to correct such shameless behavior?"

"We shall decide that at over a gin and tonic before lunch, Howard," replied Sir John. "Hans please show these hussies to the rear deck and then return to your duties while we get underway. I believe the last of our passengers and provisions are coming onboard now."

Hans led us to a beautiful rear deck where a beautiful luncheon was laid out on a long table and quickly departed. "Heather," I said, suddenly concerned about our admonishment, "are we in trouble with our masters?"

"Oh, prissy sissy girl, yes we are, but in a fun sort of way. They loved our little show, trust me on that!" she giggled back. "Let's go watch them cast off."

We moved over to the railing with our skirt billowing about us – no doubt giving yet another show to our growing, in many ways, fan club. I could feel the rhythm of the engines as the large yacht pulled away from its moorings and began its exit from the harbor.

"Oh my God," I thought, "this is so very thrilling!" The power of the boat seemed like the power of a man. "Why ever," I wondered, "did they refer to ships as women, they were so very masculine with such raw throbbing power driving them through the water like a giant phallus penetrating waves of a woman!"

"Putting on another show, girls?" Sir John said from behind us. Maybe you should think of a show for your masters, eh?"

We turned to see Lord Homequest and Sir John standing by the bar area, gin and tonics in hand. They had apparently been watching us for a little time. We both blushed and gave them deep curtsies. "Well, it's good to see that all decorum has not been forgotten," laughed Lord Homequest. "But John, I do quite fancy the idea of a show for us."

Just then the other four guest-passengers arrived. All four had been both at my sissy debut and the brunch the following day, yesterday. They were Mr. and Mrs. Prendergast and Mr. G., as he liked to be called, and his date, Julie – the cumquat du jour as Master referred to her. Suddenly I realized that this was indeed a special little cruise. There were four accomplished and handsome Alpha Males and four extraordinarily beautiful young sissies.

Peter Prendergast was another old friend of Sir John's and his wife, Raquel, was a stunning sissy, although not really a frilly and fussy as the other sissies aboard.

Mr. G., or Fred Gingerman, was a delight and a man whom I instantly liked. Julie, the cumquat, actually was very sweet, and I looked forward to getting to know her better. She had just won some huge beauty contest out in Wisconsin and was appearing on the cover of a magazine specializing in "us" girls.

Both girls were dressed in very skimpy bikinis with sarong wraps. Both were beauties, but had contrasting figures. Julie was very willowy and had only prominent nipples for titties, while Raquel was voluptuous with large breasts.

We all greeted with all of us sissies air kissing one-another and carrying on only as such girls do. Both Heather and I gushed at how cute their bikinis were and mentioned how much we wanted to get into our own. "Our own?" I thought, "did I even have one? Oh, well…" They, especially Julie, just adored out prissy little sailor dresses.

The men were standing off by the bar sipping drinks and watching their prizes flutter about with amused smiles. Peter Prendergast came over and hugged Heather and me. Mr. G. came up and warmly greeted us, but then stood back with a twinkle in his eye and said, "My, my, you girls certainly did make a bit of an entrance! Not even the homecoming queen at the Lovejoy Institute could put on a performance quite like that. Frankly, I'm shocked that you didn't start a riot! However, such naughty, shameless sissy behavior should be addressed."

"And addressed it shall be, Fred, of that you may rest assured!' boomed Sir John, with an echo of, "It certainly shall be," from Lord Homequest.

Heather and I locked our hands and looked downward.

"However, first we shall eat," announced Sir John. Then he continued, "Sissies, we have decided that you all will be on rations of sissy goo at least through tomorrow night. We want you little dears focused and prepared for both our private little party this evening and the annual Fetish Ball tomorrow.

"Lord Homequest and I shall deal with discipline after lunch. The two naughty sissies will just have to think about it until then."

I was starting to cry. Heather held my hand even tighter as we sat down at the table.

We sissies were served our goo, and the masters received various selections of hearty foods. Sir John looked over to one of the stewards and said, "Please remove Dani's and Heather's utensils. Sluts like them should just lick up the goo."

I now was openly weeping more over the idea of disappointing, or worse, losing my divine Master. Heather leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry too much, Dani. It really won't be that bad, it's not as if they were your mother or Electra.

"If they spank us, which almost certainly they will, just wiggle your bum, and I dare say you will give Sir John a huge erection. We sissies are often spanked and many of us actually quite enjoy it. Also, Sir John is a very sexy spanker! I just hope we can suck their cocks afterward.

"Now lick up your yummy cummie goo like a good sissy, Dani. We will know soon enough."

I followed Heather's lead and held back my hair as I lapped up the goo. I really was becoming tastier each time I ate it.

Finishing up, Sir John announced that 'soon enough' had arrived. Two chairs were place side by side a couple of feet apart, and Sir John and Lord Homequest sat down in them. "Heather and Dani please come over and stand before the chairs," commanded Sir John.

We miscreants minced before our Lords and Masters, deeply curtsied, and then stood with eyes down and hands clasped at our waists.

"Do you little tarts have anything to say for yourselves?" asked Lord Homequest.

I was starting to cry again, but Heather said, "No Masters, we do not. But may I say that it was I who instigated the little performance and I should, accordingly, bear the brunt of whatever discipline you may decide upon."

"And you shall my dear sissy wife, indeed you shall!" said Lord Homequest. Now each sissy will look up into your Master's eyes while we pronounce sentence."

I looked up into Sir John's eyes expecting a stern face, but instead he winked at me with a very slight smile on his face.

"First," Sir John said, "I want you girls to understand that we had to consider the requirements of this evening's little…aaah, 'get together' in determining your fate, and I wish to remind all four sissies that no squirting will be permitted until that event. We want very, very randy little sissies to entertain us.

"As to your punishment, it comes it two parts, Dani. First you shall receive a spanking with my hand upon your bare bottom. It is an appropriate discipline for a sissy like you. Next, for the balance of your stay on "Lollipop" you will be designated the Captain's Cocksucker. Whenever, wherever and however Captain Willy wants you to suck his cock you will go to your knees and thoroughly provide said service. This is to teach you that teasing men has its consequences.

"Do you accept this punishment?"

I whimpered, "Yes, Master I do."

"Heather," Lord Homequest said, "You also shall be spanked, but with a tawse. You shall be known as Hans' Hoover and shall provide the same 'vacuum' services as enumerated for sissy Dani. Do you accept this sentence?"

"Yes, Milord, I do," she replied. I felt some very intense sexual electricity between the two of them. I thought that Heather actually wanted both elements of her sentence.

"Very well girls," Sir John said, "come over and stand before us so we may lower your panties, then you may assume the position over our knees. I want you face one-another."

We stepped forward and waited. Sir John looked up and said, "Dani, please raise your skirt and petticoats so I may see your panties and properly lower them. A raised skirt seems to be your theme of the day anyway, my dear!"

My face turned as red as I feared my bottom was shortly going to be as I raised my skirts before the leering eyes of not only the guests but quite a few crew and staff members as well.

"I see you have been leaking a bit, obviously public exhibition appeals to you," Sir John chuckled.

"And this little hussy is thoroughly soaked!" commented Lord Homequest referring to his sissy wife.

As both our panties were lower it was revealed to all that our little, almost perfectly matching clitties were quite stiff. "Not only exhibitionist, but apparently spanking enthusiasts as well!" laughed Lord Homequest. "Right, over the knee girls! Heather, I dare say, you know the way."

Now both our faces were scarlet in shame, but over we went, and up went our lily white bums.

"Dani, I want to be able report to your mother that your first spanking was taken well. If she is not pleased with my report you will no doubt be subject to addition 'practice sessions' until you are able to receive your strokes with proper decorum and dignity."

"Dignity," I thought, "with my frilly panties down about my knees and my tush high up in the air for about a dozen people to see?" I wiggled and little bit, and noticed, as Heather had said, there certainly was another stiff thing down there – and it wasn't tiny like my little clitty!

I looked up and found myself looking directly at Heather, who was panting quite heavily. She reached forward and grasped my hands in hers and smiled.

"Crack," Master's open hand hit one ass cheek. I was shocked and let out a high sissy squeal. "Hush, Sissy," Master said as he rubbed his hand across my burning lobe. I notice that swelling beneath me made a little twitch.

I heard a deeper slapping noise as poor Heather received several blows from the short Scottish girls spanking leather belt. She squeezed my hands harder and let out a long moan – not entirely from pain.

"Crack" and then "Crack, Crack," as Sir John first spanked my other cheek and then both in rapid succession. Now I squeezed Heather's hands. She was quietly moaning as her Master began spanking her in earnest.

Sir John again rubbed my throbbing rear, but for a shorter period of time and then commencing my full spanking, seemingly taking up the rhythm established by Lord Homequest.

My cheeks were burning and the skin seemed to tighten. Tears came to my eyes, but as he continued his onslaught my hips did begin to move and I noticed my breathing and low moaning became like Heather's. My clitty for some reason was throbbing and was rubbing against my Master's very hard man cock. It was a delightful feeling and I found my rosebud tensing with each rub. I wanted this man in me again."

Then it stopped. All four of us were breathing heavily, lost in our little world. Heather and I still held hands, although more softly now.

After a few minutes, Sir John said, "You may stand now Dani. Please pull up your panties, adjust yourself, and then I want a nice curtsey with a thank you.

I rose, reluctantly separating myself from Heather, and lifted my panties over my surprisingly tender rear. Their satin felt so soft over it that it caused me to inavertedly issue forth a deep sighing, "Oooh, myyy," which resulted in either sighs or chuckles, depending upon the proclivities of the observing party.

After trying to make myself marginally presentable, I went into a deep curtsey and said, "Thank you, Master for my spanking. I will try harder to be a perfect sissy for you in the future."

"Well said," he replied, and then took me into his strong arms. I melted and began incoherent mumblings that I only wanted to please him. He held me even more tightly and then simply said, "But dear Dani, you have, you have!"

After a little bit and some interesting sounds from the still seated couple next to us, he said, "Now Sissy, Miss Maria will take you below and try to make some order out of your appearance."

"Thank you, Master," I replied and lurched forth on very unsteady sea legs towards Maria. I noticed that Heather and her master remained with her literally cooing over his lap in a very special world of their own.

Outside of the cabin Maria had me stop and lean against a wall to fully recover while she softly stoked my head. "Yes, Dani, it really was a little more than a punishment, wasn't it? Your natural submissive side experienced some very new and very strong feelings. Let's get you down to the beauty salon where we can get you squared away."

When we arrived in the beauty salon cabin I was already starting to feel better, but still trying to fathom my reaction to the spanking – let alone the scene between Heather and her husband.

"Dani, before we repair your makeup and put you into a great little bikini, I want you to meet Madame Gustov."

"Greta," Maria said to an imposing lady who had been standing in a corner of the room, "this is the new sissy, Dani, of whom you have heard so much."

I turned to her and instantly went into a deep curtsey. This appeared not to be a woman to trifle with.

"Excellent instinct my dear, but your curtsey needs work," she said in a stern, but still warm voice.

Imposing was the correct term to describe her. She was of an uncertain older age, but had a smooth timeless face with tightly drawn back hair into a bun in the rear. Her figure was that of a lean, almost sinewy, ballerina. Her movements were the most graceful I had even seen.

She was dressed in a high waisted below-the-knee tight black silk skirt and a high necked white silk blouse that seemed to move with equal grace over her body.

Looking at me with analytical eyes she said, "Maria, she is even more beautiful than her pictures. Look at how she holds her arms and hands. Few genetic women are as naturally feminine. I want to take her next door to the exercise room for an hour, and then she can lounge about with the other girls."

"That will be fine. Remember Mr. Gingerman's girl, Julie, wants to work with you as well later," replied Maria.

Turning to me Madame Gustov said, "Dani, please take off your dress, but leave everything else on, including your petticoat and follow me across the passageway."

I removed my little sailor's dress and felt exposed with my exposed nipples showing through my open bra. My hand came up in an attempt at modestly as I blushed before the two women.

"Isn't she just so natural, Greta?" Maria said.

"Yes," replied Madame Gustov, "Yes she is! Now young lady, please follow me."

We arrived in the exercise room that contained various exercise devices on one side and a large wooden dance floor on the other. The entire room was mirrored floor to ceiling. One wall had a wooden ballet barre that ran its entire length.

"First, Dani, I want to access your balance and flexibility," she said.

She put me through a series of movements and placed me in a number of different positions as she made notes on a pad. I was bent in just about every direction one could think of and then made to stand in different ways where I was sure I would topple over.

After looking over her notes she said, "Ah, very good my dear. You would have made a wonderful ballerina, perhaps even world class.

"Over the next few days I will instruct you in a number of exercises that you can do by yourself to improve both balance and flexibility. They are the foundation of graceful movement.

"Now, first I want to work just a little at deportment starting today with your arms. Come over and stand before the mirror and do precisely as I say. Some movements may appear extreme at first, but as we work with them they will become both more natural to you and look more natural to others. Just do as I say.

"First hold out your arms and let me hold you by your fingertips. Good, now make your entire arm and hand go limp. Relax completely. Now we will move them into positions whilst keeping them as limp as possible."

She had me pretend to hold a hand bag, offer my hand for a kiss, and then assume various ballet positions. It was awkward at first but slowly evolved into a much smoother and graceful flow, which, despite my nearly exhausted arm muscles, brought a large smile to my face.

"Remember," she said whilst massaging my weary shoulders and arms, "it is not only the positions you start and end up in, but also the flow of movement from one to the other," she said. "Graceful movement begins and ends with graceful positions. Grace begets grace.

"Now, little one, we must work on your curtsey. Again, my dear, mind the mirror and let's again start with your arms. Grasp between your thumb and forefinger the petticoat's hem in the delicate relaxed manner we just practiced. Yes, see how much better that small change makes things. It enhances the entire movement. Remember a dancer may dance with her feet, but her hands and arms create the grace of movement.

"Next, the head and chest. Raise your chin to accent that lovely long neck of yours. Head straight, but eyes cast downward. Good, now shoulders back and elbows closer to you sides and adjust where you hold your skirt.

"It might feel awkward now, but it will become second nature in a short time. Stand up and repeat it, please."

I repeated just this part about ten times and it really did become more natural, and also looked some much more delicate.

She continued, "Very good, now for the dip. I want you to go to the barre and gracefully take it in your hands, just as a ballerina would – exaggerate your movements."

I did, albeit it feeling a little silly.

"No, go back and try again. Imagine that you are a prima ballerina. Ah, better, but try again and let your arms flow and we did a little while ago. Exaggerate the grace of it!

"One more time, but before you do it, relax your entire body and let you innate femininity flow through you. Do it as if you were in a dream.

"Ah, yes, little one, with you it is the femininity that rules isn't it?" Taking only my smile for an answer, she continued, "Now, holding the barre, we shall practice the dip. Place your right foot behind your left and go down. Good, now repeat it five times."

She then had me stand back from the barre and do the entire curtsey, first with low bobs and then deeper. I must have completed twenty dips, each with some form of correction, and was approaching exhaustion before she seemed satisfied. With a warm smile on her face, she told me to return to Maria.

Maria stripped me, removed my makeup and used a cool wet sponge to wipe off my perspiration. "Now sweetie, into the next room and put on your little bikini then I will redo your makeup."

I entered the room and found a bikini similar to the one I had worn my first night with Sir John. It was made from sheer silk-like material. The bottom front barely covered my clitty and little sissy purse below it. The rear barely covered my cheeks – the top of my bum cleft was partially exposed. It had bows on either side and a little asymmetrical skirt of pink chiffon was sewn across the front.

The top featured two small shaped triangles with a cute ribbon bow between them. The cups covered and slightly shaped my little sissy titties, but fully showed the outline of my nipples. I fastened it behind me and adjusted the shoulder straps.

After slipping on a pair of four inch backless heels that matched the bikini fabric I return to Maria. She once again managed to restore my makeup, using sun protection formations, and hair with her usual efficiency. She had me stand while she first applied sun protection cream and then better arranged my bikini, making my boobies stand out a bit more.

A large gold upper arm bracelet, anklet, thin chain necklace and a tight belly chain were added along with a spray of perfume. I was handed a little matching pink sarong, which I wrapped about me, loving the silky feeling.

Maria led me up to the front deck area where I found Heather dressed in the same suit. She appeared none the worse from her intense spanking and actually had an almost angelic smile.

Maria Laughed as I sat down next to my new big sister, "Taa Daa, together again, the two blond sissy bombshells! Now behave yourselves young ladies, you have a long night ahead of you."

Heather looked up and said, "Hey sis, put your feet up and get a proper tan." Then chucking to Maria she said, "But, Maria, don't we always behave ourselves?"

"Do I really have to answer that? Heather, my dear," Maria responded, "you are a conniving little sissy. Good grief, all that dock show just so that you can get your little behind spanked by your husband!

"Oh, and don't forget you little obligations to the officers of the 'Lollipop,' my dears – the ship is well named, indeed!". I will see you all again at five o'clock when we start preparations for the evening."

After we both bade Maria farewell, I removed my sarong, kicked off my heels and reclined next to Heather. She again reached over and held my hand, "Let's just rest for a bit and enjoy the sun, wind and sea."

Now that really did sound like a plan to me. Impulsively I leaned over and kissed her on her cheek and then lay back to relax. The feeling was amazing – being out here with the sea all about, the throbbing boat beneath, and the breeze moving over my smooth, nearly naked body. The combination was hypnotic, and I dozed off, still holding her small hand.

After some period of time, Heather nudged me and said, "Rollover hunny bunny – it's time to bake you sweet bum!" We both did, and I dozed off again just enjoying being a girl in the sun and reveling in the wind's tender caress.

We woke up again and went to our sides so we could chat.

"Heather did you really have us do that little dockside show so that you would be spanked?" I asked.

"Yes and no," she answered, "yes, I wanted to be spanked and knew that Howie would certainly do it, but also I do love just being a hot sassy sissy, which I rarely can be whilst at home where I have to be a proper lady most of the time. What I did not consider was the effect it would have on you. That was very inconsiderate of me and I apologize. But tell me, did you fancy it after all?"

I actually blushed a bit and smiled back at her, "Yes, Heather, I did! And the more I think about it, the more I like it. Do all sissies feel that way?"

"Many, but not all and then again in a variety of different ways and intensities," she answered. "As you have seen, your mother and Electra – especially Electra – can be quite intense. Johnny and Howie are far less so and enjoy it almost as much for how it turns us on as anything else.

"Sissies vary as much in that as anything else, such as how we dress. I'm not sure that Julie is into it at all, but Raquel is really into it, but in her own way. She and Peter switch roles as often as not, maybe even with her being on top more frequently. Millicent quite adores it, but prefers receiving it from women, not men.

"Tonight is another form of submission for us, but one that I think you will fancy."

"Are you able to tell me something about this evening?" I asked.

"They never tell us all the details – it actually makes it more exciting that way. However, it one were to describe it in a single word, I might chose 'orgy.'"

"Oh my," I exclaimed and then giggled saying, "What will this poor sissy do? What will she do?"

Heather continued, "The game is played in several ways, we sissies just have to relax and enjoy it. What you can anticipate is that we will be dressed in some exotic outfit and will have more than one partner, which may either be man or sissy. Typically, at least at first, your mate is not you lover. Therefore, I will not have Howie and you most likely will not have Johnny. Are you ready for that, Dani?"

"I cannot believe that I am saying this, but I actually think I am," I replied. After a slight pause, adding, "I think that Mr. G. is really cute."

Heather continued, "Freddie is a sweetheart and would be at the top of my list as well, but I hope you don't mind if I put Sir John at the top of my list – not that we will have any real choice here. All four men are more than acceptable."

Just as we were getting into our girl talk, a speaker above us blared out, "Will the 'Captain's Cocksucker' report to the bridge immediately!"

"It would appear that 'duty' calls my dear!" said Heather. "Make all of us sissies proud of you. Willy is very well endowed and actually it's an honor to suck him – he's very hetero and usually only plays with real women, as you saw yesterday.

"Here, put on some of my lipstick. Men like nice red lips about their cocks. Now where's my call for my punishment with that hulk Hans?"

As if someone had heard Heather, the speaker announced, "Will 'Hans' Hoover' report to the bridge!"

"Ah, I think they have been watching us," Heather said as she waived up at the bridge, making sure all the right places on her body jiggled. Maybe we will get to suck them side by side. What fun that would be! Come along sis, their mighty cocks await our hungry sissy mouths!"

We arrived up at the bridge with fresh creamy red lips to find captain and first mate sitting next to each other on a raised observation bench at the rear of the cabin. Their feet were resting on a little step attached to the elevated bench. A small pillow lay between each man's feet.

Heather did a small bob with me following and said, "Captain and Mate, Sirs, we are heard to perform our punishment."

Willy smiled and said, "I think you little teases know what to do. Come over hear and kneel on the cocksucker cushions and get to work."

We walked over and I inwardly giggled that, indeed, each little cushion had 'cocksucker' embroidered on it. "Well," I thought, "a rose by any other name…"

We kneeled in unison and both looked up into their eyes for permission to begin. They nodded and we both unzipped their flies to commence. As I reached in for my Willy's willy, I knew this was different. Even soft, it was huge! Just touching a pole of that power cause me to gasp and squeal.

"Yes, slut, you are privileged to just touch it. I expect you to suck it as well as you wiggled your sissy ass down the pier earlier today!" Willy said.

It came out of his trousers like a mighty tree and I grasped its base with my right hand. Not only was it huge, but it was perfectly shaped – thick, straight and perfectly symmetrical. "Now that is a package!" I thought. I leaned forward and kissed its tip out of respect and whispered, "Oh my God, it's beautiful!"

I began kissing the massive man meat all over, barely able to contain myself. It was truly awesome! Just the head required at least five tongue licking kisses just to round it. The silky shaft was thick and richly veined. I slipped my left hand into his boxer shorts to feel his balls. They as well were massive.

"Captain, Sir, may I take out your beautiful balls?" I pleaded. He nodded yes and I carefully pulled them out. I leaned down and began kissing them totally amazed at their size. Just one of his balls seemed bigger than my entire sissy teapot! "Oooh my God," I sighed, "they are some big and manly!"

"Yes, Sissy, they are. And they haven't been emptied since I fucked your mother yesterday afternoon. It's so nice to have her sissy daughter doing it for me now!"

That struck me as so very naughty that it drove me to re-double my efforts, licking and kissing him everywhere in a frenzy. I ended up kissing his balls for a second time and took each one into my mouth to gently suck and knead them with my tongue. I went to the underside of his sac and began tracing a path with my tongue between his balls and up the underside of his shift to that sensitive arrow at the head. He tensed when I did it the first time and moaned when I did it the second time, just as Sir John had.

After the second time I found a drop of precum over his piss slit and carefully licked it up with a low, lusty, "Mmmmmm." I now rimmed the head a few times and then took it into my mouth and sucked hard.

Just then I heard a pop noise next to me. Heather had come off Hans' head with full suction making that very special blow job music. Quickly I descended on Willy's cock and came up to make the same noise in response. We sissies were certain were doing our 'jobs,' and everyone in earshot knew it!

Now the blow job was fully engaged and I was going up and down the top of his shaft and head, using my tongue constantly to stimulate its sensitive bottom side. If it were possible his cock swelled even more as he reached his limit. I head a long moan from Hans and realized that Heather was getting her reward and knew mine was very shortly to follow.

Suddenly, Willy withdrew from me and said, "Keep stroking it, bitch, and make it come all over your sissy face!"

For the second time today my face received a cum bath – only this time it was indeed massive. His thick ropes of pungent cum went from my hair over my eyes and nose, past my open mouth, and down to my chin and even chest. There must have been five heavy shots.

"Now kiss and clean my cock," he ordered and I began sucking and licking his tip, as all the other cum was all over me. "Good, now stand up and face your sister slut."

Through one of my cum drenched eyes – the other was just a pool of creamy semen – I saw that Heather also had received the same treatment and was cum coated as well. "Now lick and clean each other up, just like the cum loving sluts that both of you are – and do it with some passion!" our Captain ordered.

Before I could react, Heather hugged me and gave me a deep cummie kiss. Our tongues meet and dueled through our open mouths. She came off my lips, gave me a lustful, panting looking look, and then began licking with absolute abandon the now mixed Willy-Hans cum from my face. I followed her, moaning and madly lapping up the cum from her face – each seeking more sweet man seed to lick from the other's face. It became even more intense as our equally hard nipples and clitties rubbed together.

I heard Hans say, "Look, Willy, they are like sharks in a feeding frenzy! Cum to sissies must be what blood is to sharks!" They both laughed as we continued to slurp, lick and kiss, entirely lost to ourselves.

After a bit Willy said, "Enough, sissies, go below and find Maria. I suggest you look in the beauty salon."

 

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