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!

Caution: This chapter contains a graphic "forced" sex scene – although the "victims" are not entirely unwilling, and all is well in the end. It also contains descriptions of human equine play (people dressed as ponies, not real animals).

 

Dani's Story

by sissystevie

 

Book II – First Days

Chapter IV – The Fifth Day, Part I

 

I awoke as bright sunlight came through the porthole. My legs were wrapped around Sir John's thigh, and my head was snuggled in his shoulder with one arm draped across his manly chest. Even several hours after our rampant sex, the lingering musky smell still hung in the air. My extremely well used bottom was a mess, and I feared my makeup was even worse.

"Well," I sleepily giggled to myself, "I guess I really do have that 'rumpled sex kitten' look now!" All by way of the runaway freight train sex that Sir John and I had earlier. This was the third time I had shared his bed for the night and found it more comforting each time. It was so warm and safe.

However, a good girl knows her man, and my man liked a very presentable sissy when he awoke. I had an overwhelming need in me to please this wonderful man in everyway I could and resigned myself to leave that secure nest and attempt to repair the damage as best I could.

Carefully I unwrapped myself from him without disturbing his sleep and wobbled towards the bathroom – not quite believing I had slept in my five-plus inch heels. It was such a wonderfully naughty feeling!

Entering the en suite head, I was relieved to find it to be a sumptuous bathroom with several mirrors and a small makeup table. Even better, a new outfit was neatly folded over the table's seat. "God bless Maria," I thought, "she really does think of everything!"

The floor to ceiling mirror revealed the extent of the damage. My hair and makeup were tattered, even if in an appealing way. I giggled to myself as I realized that I actually looked pretty well, considering what I had done the night before. "Just maybe I can repair myself. All the necessaries seem to be available," I thought. It was a challenge that quite appealed to me. "Yes, I can and will do this!" I announced to my bedraggled image in the mirror.

Surveying downward, the damage increased by the inch. I quickly realized that new clothes and a thorough cleansing would be required. Still looking in the mirror, I raised my hands to my breasts and gently fondled my nipples. Their puffy tenderness brought both a sigh and a smile to my face. The sensations from them were so very appealing, and I was happy that over the past few days they had grown, albeit ever so slightly, and become more pronounced than ever. What had been an acute embarrassment and the source of great ridicule to me as a boy was now a sissy delight. They needed attention as well.

Looking down over my sexy black babydoll's quarter-bra, I discovered that the evening's activities were even more apparent. My bare tummy area and parts of my frilly garter belt were coated with a mixture of my clitty cream and Sir John's semen. My open crotch panties and peenie petal were a total loss. My silk stockings only fared slightly better. I had no idea both of us had cum that much – especially considered that it was "round two" of the evening!

"Well, sis, time to go to work," I said to myself.

Somewhat reluctantly I stepped away from the mirror and stripped, twice douched my tender little love canal and creamed off my makeup. Putting on a shower cap, I entered the shower to complete the task using delightfully scented moisturizing body and facial washes. After exiting the shower and patting myself dry with two fluffy soft towels, I sterilized my ears and earrings and washed off my jewelry, setting them aside to dry. I even found some breast cream and one of those medicated suppositories, which were applied to the proper places.

Laying my new clothes to one side, I sat down at the makeup table to discover a note from Maria listing the steps to repair my face and hair. "This woman is a gem," I thought and resolved to thank her profusely later in the morning.

I went through her enumerated and very helpful steps, starting with astringent and moisturizer and ending with powder and lipstick. Because of the long lasting base makeup, I had a template to work from and the result was actually quite nice – not as extreme as last night's sex kitten look, but still quite sexy. I was, after all, still very much in my Master's chambers.

My hair was somewhat more of a battle, but Maria's practical and simple directions again rescued the day. A white satin hair ribbon with a cute large bow on the top of my head was the saving grace.

I turned to my new outfit, anxious to again don the sweet sexy frilly things that I had so craved my entire life. It seemed that I was back to white this morning, which brought a giggle to me when I considered my certainly less than virginal behavior over the past few days – let alone last night!

Again, it was a babydoll ensemble with see through organza matching bikini panties and top. The panties had cute white satin bows on their sides and a huge bow on my bum. The top was deeply scooped in both front and back with little puffy short sleeves. It, too, had a huge white satin bow in between my titties and smaller ones at each puffy sleeve end. All the edges were trimmed in delicious frills with a touch a lace sewn in. Beneath the babydoll I wore an off the shoulder quarter bra that perfectly framed and accented my little sissy titties together with a matching ruffled garter belt, which was attached to sheer seamed white stockings having broad lace tops. I added another large wedding-type garter to my lower thigh and then slipped on strappy five inch white satin heels with satin bows on their toes.

My jewelry was next: anklet, two long sexy strands of pearls, upper arm and wrist bracelets, dangly earrings, and rings. A spray of perfume led to several – well, many, actually – twirls before the mirror. I really was quite proud of dressing and doing my hair and makeup all by myself. It made me feel so girlie and feminine. The gentle tugging by my stockings on their suspenders, the teasing caress of the organza across my nipples and clitty along with the total girl imagine of me in the mirror was just so very intoxicating. It made me feel so complete – so me!

After a bit, I pronounced myself ready for my Lord and Master and happily minced back into the bedroom.

"Ah, I see that you managed to restore yourself to the beautiful sissy who awaited me last night. Maria thought you could do it all by yourself. Congratulations, my dear!" Sir John said as he arose from his bed. "I rang for our breakfast and it should be here shortly. Have a seat at the table; I will be out of the head shortly."

I beamed at winning his approval and mouthed a long silent "Yes!"

One of the stewards came and delivered our meals. I giggled to myself noticing that his pants developed a very noticeable tent as his fussed about me setting the table. I thanked him, giving him one of my better coquette wide eyed smiles while I pushed back my hair.

"Dani, you are incorrigible!" laughed Sir John from the head's door. He was showered and dressed in a robe.

"The poor man may not make it back to the galley without an accident. However," he continued with a broad smile, "remember that shameless teasing may have its consequences."

I rose and gave my Master a nice deep curtsey as he approached the table. "Very good, my dear, you do remember some proper decorum. Please have a seat – you must be starved."

"Thank you, Master," I replied, "I am quite hungry and would love some sissy goo."

We sat quietly for a while each of us ate our food. I popped down my morning girlie pills and savored the smooth salty taste of my bowl of goo. Sir John had a manly full English breakfast.

"Dani," Sir John began, "rather than my speaking to you as we have past mornings, today I want to ask you some questions concerning how you feel in this new life of yours. Your mother will be arriving today, and I wish to give her a full report."

I nodded and smiled my acceptance submissively at him. He continued, "Yesterday was quite eventful for you – your first spanking and sex with other men – two of them to be exact. Please tell me your feelings."

My face turned a bit red as I reflected on the events of the prior day. Suddenly it hit me. In mere days I had gone from an effeminate, but still somewhat normal, boy to a total girlie sissy – utterly, completely and so very willingly! Not only that, but I had now become a sexual plaything for three different men and one sissy – and loved each and every part of it! I had become a delicious little piece of sissy candy!

Of course, for no apparent reason, I then started to tear up – another utterly sissy act!

"Now, now little one," Sir John comforted, "it cannot be that overwhelming. You always were the way you are now. It is just a voyage of discovery and acceptance. However, I do want to hear it from you."

"Well, Master, it is overwhelming, but I do love it so much! Yes, I loved sucking Willy, even when he came all over me. It just seemed so, well, I really can't find the words. Oh, Master, I really have become such a sissy…"

"Sublimely submissive, perhaps?" Master offered.

"Yes, but also kinda sexy. Well, a whole lot sexy, I guess. Master, I even can't get my mind off wanting to suck your cock right now!" I whimpered out. "Is this how I should be? Am I just a faggot whore? Look at what I did last night – and how much I loved it. I love cocks – there I said it! See I am a little faggot slut!" My tears were now freely flowing.

"Dani, Dani," Sir John's warm masculine voice replied, "you are a sissy, you always were a sissy, and I dare say that you are destined to remain a sissy. I want to realize that being a sissy is nothing to be ashamed of. If you recall, your mother discussed this very issue when we had lunch together your second day here.

"Sissies, and especially the very few sissies of your caliber, are a sexual being all of your own. Gay men – I refuse to use the word 'faggot'– want other gay men. 'Men' being the operative word, not sissies.

"On the other hand consider Heather, she is a woman who just happens to retain, by choice, certain genetic biological male paraphernalia. Before she married Lord Homequest, countless eligible and very heterosexual men from at least three continents wanted her. Many offered a king's ransom just to posses her for a night. Much the same applies to Julie and Raquel, each deciding on their own individual style and limits – each appealing to a certain type of man.

"You and Heather really are so very alike – breathtakingly beautiful blue-eyed blond goddesses, instinctively submissive and sexually obsessive. She loves Howard to the moon and back, but thoroughly enjoyed her two 'bonus' cocks yesterday. Heather is a girl comfortable in her own skin, content simply to be the sissy she is. You, Dani, are Heather of a few years ago. I know, as I trained her.

I looked up into his strong grey eyes and said, "Master, may I again sit on your lap?"

"Of course you may, my dear, sweet, beautiful sissy," he replied.

I quickly settled on his lap and wrapped my arms about his powerful body, laying my head on his shoulder with a heart-felt sigh.

His hand came up to caress my right breast as he gently kissed away my tears and continued, "That's my girl, and I shall welcome your mouth on my cock after we go over the agenda for today." Then with a chuckle, "There is no need to play little girlie games as you did yesterday for your morning suck. You simply need to embrace your desires. That's why I am 'punishing' you by designating you the 'Captain's Cocksucker'"

I was aghast at how easily he saw through my little girlie games! I kissed his cheek and giggled, "Well, we girls will be girls."

"Yes you shall, and sissy girls are the most appealing of all girls! Now, onto today's plans. After you have finished your little 'chore' here, you will report to the beauty salon for a Deportment and Dance lesson with Madame Gustov, followed by a beauty lesson from Maria. Then I think it appropriate for you to greet your mother at the landing strip. You may take Heather with you – you girls cause such a stir when you are out and about.

"After that, some rest and sun – and perhaps Willy – before you are prepared for the grand fetish ball this evening. I think you will quite enjoy the ball; it's quite a sight and experience to behold!

"Lastly, tonight shall be our last evening together for a couple of days as I have to travel up to New York tomorrow morning to tend to some business with Lazarus. Your mother and Electra are coming aboard for the return sail. Outside of the crew, it will be an all woman cruise. I think you will find it both interesting and fun. Heather, Millicent and Raquel will be joining you – although Raquel will be in somewhat of a different role. Both she and Millicent have some of their own decisions to make."

"But, but, Master…" I started to say before his finger came to my lips to silence me.

"Dani, you need this little adventure. Moreover, your mother demands it. You will be well advised to obey her every wish, young sissy. Now, high time you receive some purely organic goo. This morning I want to savor every drop as you swallow it down."

I kissed him deeply on his lips and slowly slid down to the floor before him, keeping my eyes locked to his as I went. As I settled onto my knees, his man pole sprang forward to greet me in all its glory. I marveled at how much I had come to adore men's cocks so quickly. I guessed that it always must have been within my nature. His cock was so powerful and so entirely different from my tiny little clitty. Suddenly, it was all so terribly clear – Sir John and I really were not the same gender. He was a man, and I was a sissy.

I ran my hands up his thighs to hold his manly magnificence while I gazed at it. "Yes," I whispered as a new batch of tears came to my eyes, "this is how things should be. How I want them to be. How they must be!"

I gently kissed a drop of precum off his slit, sighed, savored it for a moment, and then began what might best be described as mouth rape of his cock. I could not get enough of it. Finesse was not the order of the day. Rather, it was a hunger to ravish his manliness is every way possible. I was ravenous, never seeming to get enough of its taste, feel and smell. From time to time, I moaned and offered homilies of praise to his mighty instrument. His cock quite thoroughly consumed and owned me.

I have no idea how long I worked on him or what I said along the way, but as he came into my mouth, my panties were soaking with sissy cream and my surrender was complete!

After licking, savoring and swallowing the last of his man juice, I sat back on my heels and looked up into his eyes again.

"I rather think you now understand the idea, Dani," Master said. "At first there will be many moments such as this. It is not a matter of you becoming something, but rather you transitioning to your true self.

"Now stand up, give me a kiss and off you go to a very eventful day!" It was a long and tender kiss in his arms before I was about my way.

I found my way down to the onboard beauty salon, still savoring the taste and feel of Sir John's cum in my mouth. As I walked in Maria looked at me and snickered, "Still enjoying your Master's bonus breakfast goo, Dani? Your panties certainly would indicate it! You really are a quite a squirter!"

I put my hand up to my mouth and turned a rainbow of red colors. "Don't be ashamed, Dani. You are such a sissy and sissies do those things. Now, you have a busy day down here – first, a D & D lesson with Madame Gustov and then a practical makeup lesson with me. By the way, you did a wonderful job fixing yourself up this morning, but we can improve upon that."

"Maria, thank you so much for leaving all those helpful things and notes in Master's head this morning. I never could have done it without your help," I said.

"You're most welcome, Sissy, Maria replied. "It's a joy to watch your progress. Now, please take off everything other than your stockings and garter belt. Because you shamelessly put your garters over your skimpy panties, you will have to reattach them."

I stripped down and Maria had me don a white ballet tutu and matching slippers. A choker ribbon adorned my long neck. She quickly put my hair up in a bun with another white satin ribbon and sent me across the passageway to the exercise room.

As I walked in Madame Gustov snapped, "Mind your deportment and grace, Dani! Come before the mirror next to the video cam and give me a deep curtsey, remembering you lessons of yesterday. We will analyze the tape tomorrow.

"Good my dear. Now I want you to get into the proper frame of mind. True grace begins there. Look at yourself in the mirror. Take a very deep breath, relax your entire body, and appreciate your natural beauty.

"Ah, good! Now think feminine grace. Feel it from within your soul – let your natural feminine grace take over. I want you to begin moving about in the most graceful manner you can. Follow your own instincts and allow them to lead you – dance, pose and model. I will make comments along the way. See and feel yourself as the beautiful young woman that you are."

She touched a little remote in her hand a soft music floated about the room. I took the deep breath and looked closely at myself.

I really was a beautiful young woman, despite my somewhat flat chest. I loved the brief white silk tutu with its flared short tulle skirt and tiny spaghetti straps holding up a tiny bodice that was similar to my bikini top. Only my exposed stocking tops and garters were out of a perfect ballerina's image.

My body relaxed and I slowly, almost unconsciously, began assuming positions, watching my reflection as if it were another person. I was enthralled. Every now and then Madame Gustov would silently adjust an arm, leg or my head and step back. As I continued the music became part of me, and it became easier and easier to glide about in something of a dance.

"Ah, very good, my dear," Madame Gustov injected. Your innate femininity combined with one-part narcissism and another part exhibitionism will train you all on their own! Gracefully, like a ballerina go over to the chair and put on those high heels. We must again work on your curtsey. Your mother and Mistress Electra will be most demanding in a perfect execution of this most basic sissy movement."

In stiletto heels that must have been six inches, we again practiced every minute movement of each type of curtsey – deep to short bob. Madame demanded perfection.

"Not perfect, but better. We will work again on it tomorrow morning. Take a brief rest whilst I fetch something, but remain in a state of perfect ballet grace, my dear."

Returning with a huge feathered headpiece, Madame Gustov attached it atop my head while I remained seated. "Now, Dani, this is practice for tonight. You will be wearing a headpiece similar to this and we need to practice your deportment. The important thing is to keep you head and shoulders level at all times – not as easy a task as it might seem!"

I started to rise from the chair with my head slightly forward and the headpiece immediately fell forward. "See, not easy at all," Madame Gustov chuckled as she reaffixed it.

We finally made it to the mirror. The headpiece was amazing. It was a Las Vegas showgirl's ornament stretching three or four feet in the air. It looked a little strange atop the tutu, but I quite fancied its exotic showgirl suggestion.

For the next hour, Madame had me prance and then dance to music about before the mirrors wearing the very high heels and even higher headpiece. Eventually I could gracefully move about without a major mishap.

"Ah," Madame Gustov said, "we are done for the day, Dani. I must be off for the shore to organize the dancers for this evening. Sit down so I can remove the feathers and please take off your heels. Now, gracefully return to the salon for your makeup lesson with Maria.

"You have done well this morning, little one," she added with a sweet kiss to my cheek.

I returned to Maria, thankful to be out of those heels, but concerned that I would be spending far more time in like ones this evening.

"Welcome back Dani. Let's get to work – first your shower and personals, then the makeup lesson," Maria said. "But first let me remove your hair piece."

I went into the bathroom and began the process of using the hair removal formula, washing, conditioning and moisturizing. I felt good to be clean and smooth again after the strenuous exercise with Madame Gustov.

I donned a luscious long pink silk robe and returned to Maria. She had an array of cosmetics lined across a high stand next to one of the styling chairs. "Ah, Dani," Maria said, "come over and sit down – time to begin some form of formal education about womanly things."

I sat down in the styling chair as Maria produced the tittie pumps and electrical patches. In short order my nipples and whole breasts where expanded in their vacuums and twitching with the periodic electrical charges. I was amazed how I had grown over the past few days. It also was a rather pleasant feeling.

Maria said, "I have the vacuum and charges set very low today as the devices will be on for a longer period. In addition, you appear to be somewhat tender from your activities last night. Now let's get your hair set and we can begin your lesson."

Maria draped a loose light smock over me, put my hair up in rollers, and we began. She started at one end of the raised stand with proper skin cleansing and moisturizing care items – "Skin deep has more meaning than you think! Always rub from the center outward!"

She moved down the stand to makeup bases – "Very simple shades can make a huge difference. Translucent powders are also helpful – here, try this, and then we shall discuss blushes and powders – an art unto themselves!"

Next came eyebrows – "When you are out of school we will really give you a fine arch. Flutter it on, don't draw a harsh line; accent the arch by staying to the top, pluck from the bottom. It's the accent that counts – unless you really do want to look like a prostitute, which you may occasionally – the men love it!"

Each time she would show me the items and then have me try putting each one on. She continued to my eyes and discussed different looks for different occasions and times of the day. "Always remember that your beautiful blue eyes are one of your greatest assets. My, but they really are lovely – just like your mother's!" I practiced eyeliner and learned about blending shade colors. Mascara was also reviewed – "Several layers are better and use the clean wand for finish and to make corrections."

"On to you lips," Maria continued, "they, too, are often a blend of colors and layers."

Completing the lips, Maria removed the tittie devices and discussed how to enhance my nipple size and shape with cosmetics. "My, they are expanding nicely," she exclaimed, and then continued, "Here, smudge proof is critical, unless you are only modeling. Even more developed girls like Raquel sometimes use a little secret help. Tonight I will spend more time on your nipples as they will be very prominently displayed."

She then creamed off the test makeup and had me repeat the entire process. Before I knew it, well over an hour had passed, but I was delighted to learn more about caring for myself and was quite proud of the results.

Maria combed out my hair and attached a long fall that gave me a delightful princess look – the same as I had my first full day as Dani. A very large red satin bow was clipped to my hair at the top, where the fall started to rise up before descending into its princess cascade.

She motioned to clothes laid out in the dressing area and told me to get dressed, adding with a chuckle, "Heather and you have a water taxi coming shortly, so don't doddle about admiring yourself in the mirror, my vain little sissy. I will be over in a moment to help you with your corset. Your mother wants you very tightly laced today. Restrain appears to be the order of the day."

I went over and eagerly looked over the outfit. It was a white and red polka dotted confection of lace, crinolines, bows and fine sheer silk. Its top was white, with red small polka dots; the skirt was the reverse pattern, white dots on a red field. On its hanger, the dress' very short skirt rested on a sea of white froth and went out nearly perpendicularly from the waist. It had a round Peter Pan collar and over-sized puffy short sleeves.

"Yes, Sissy, you and Heather will make quite a statement out on the tarmac waiting for the Mistresses," Maria said from behind me. "Now, let's get you ready!

"First I am going to put a rather large medicated butt plug up you. Please bend over the side of the chair."

She inserted it with a little effort, as it was quite large. I merely moaned.

"Now to work – first your bustier-corset. Put on the seamed white lace stockings and then reach up to the bar above you. Mind to keep the seams straight – both now and when you are with the Mistresses – crooked seams will get you caned! You and Heather should check each other continuingly."

I rolled up the stockings, reached for the bar and the process began. The first lacing was followed by adjusting my titties in the open cups and attaching my stockings to the eight garters – all covered in white satin and lace and ending in satin ribbon tabs. Then came the second lacing – to the point where I could barely breathe, release from the bar, another tittie and garter adjustment, and the final tying-off.

She tied a red and white satin and lace peenie petal under my clitty and tiny plums and attached a little silver bell with a long red satin ribbon that was tied with a big bow just under my clitty head. She then pulled the frilliest white bridal satin panties I had ever seen up my legs, and the clitty bell was pulled through a small slit in the bottom so it dangled at my mid thigh. The panty's red and white ruffles and lace almost formed a petticoat of their own. Another factor about the panties soon struck me – they were double lined in bridal satin that caressed my clitty and derriere each time I moved. I feared it would drive me quite mad in a very short time.

Just then, Heather and Madame Gustov arrived. Heather bubbled over, and we hugged and air kissed, careful not to ruin our makeup. She was wearing a long silk robe identical to the one I had worn earlier. It was clear that she already had her lingerie on.

"Morning, sweetie," she enthused, "I hope you and Johnny had as wonderful an evening as Howie and I did! Brilliant actually! Isn't being a sissy just so fab?"

Maria immediately took control and said, "Heather, please take the chair so I can do your hair and touch up your makeup. Greta, would you please finish dressing Dani?"

Madame Gustov came over to me and surveyed the clothes. "Ah, legs first," she said while picking up several items. In short order a huge red and white satin garter bow was upon my left thigh and red satin four-inch stiletto open toe strappy heels on my feet. Each shoe had a large red bow on the side of its ankle strap. My red painted toes were visible through the toe openings and lace stockings.

"Now accessories, my dear, and then your sissy dress," Madame continued. White lace gloves with huge wrist ruffles were slid over my red tipped hands and little dangly red earrings attached to my ears. She locked a red satin covered metal collar high on my long neck with a firm and ostensibly final click, which cause an immediate stirring in my clitty, and then proceeded to lock matching bands about each wrist, just below the frilly tops of the gloves – inexplicitly bringing my clitty to full attention. All three manacles had steel "D" rings extending from them.

Madame Gustov chuckled, "Mistress Constance heard of your antics yesterday on the dock and suggested that you girls be more 'restrained' today. Now hold out your arms so that we can put on your dress."

She slipped it over my hands and allowed it to float over my head and shoulders and on down to my waist, where it stopped, well short of anything resembling a normal hemline. She then secured the many small covered buttons up the back, creating very tight waist and bodice. My erect nipples clearly protruded through the tantalizing sheer silk. She tied the huge red satin sash about my very slender corseted waist in back to make a mammoth bow. The skirt did puff out at a right angle to my waist. I was sure that my panties were in full view, let alone my stocking tops and garters.

She hooked a single strand pearl necklace under my dress collar and, pinned an old fashion 'virgin' gold circle pin to its left side. Finally, a heavy red satin leash was clipped to my slave collar. "Oh my God," I thought, "slave?"

Madame Gustov handed me a small, but surprisingly heavy, white satin bridal sack bag by its red ribbons and said, "Ah, the perfect ballerina-inspired sissy outfit, just as Mistress Constance ordered. Now go over to the mirror and admire yourself, and be sure to do so using perfect deportment and grace. Anything less will be severely dealt with by the Mistresses. They, unlike those foolish penis preoccupied men, are not so easily distracted by your cunning sissy wiles!"

I went over to the long mirror and was amazed by my appearance. I truly was a piece of sissy candy. Everything about me screamed "SISSY!" Even the little satin handbag had "sissy" embroidered in bold red script on it. As I held it up in the approved limp wrested three-finger manner, I noticed that in addition to its weight, it was also baste-stitched closed. I wonder what items it could possibly contain.

The dress was even shorter than I feared. The attached frilly white taffeta and net petticoats partially covered the very top of my panties, if even that when I moved about. My large sissy bum bow was in full view. My cruelly cinched waist looked abnormally small, and my sissy titties were thrust forward to form two bullet-tipped mini-mounds. The round collar, circle pin and pearls just accented the tiny mounds and made me look even more little girlish – not to mention the outlandishly large balloon short sleeves, which also ended in red satin bows!

Maria came forward and cautioned me to hold still as she applied another coat of bright red lipstick and sealer. Heather minced over to join me identically dressed in every respect, except her 'mounds' were not quite so little.

Maria returned with a little round stencil and again instructed both of us to be still. She held the stencil up to each of our cheeks and sprayed a red liquid through the opening. When I looked in the mirror, I saw round red clown-like circles adorning our cheeks, making us appear almost cartoon-like. Regardless of the humiliating presentation, my little clitty stiffened again.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Just what the Mistresses ordered! Greta, dear, please lock them up, and let's get them up on deck where we can take some pictures before the boat arrives. They look so adorably over-the-top sissy!"

A thin silver chain joined our wrist manacles, padlocked at each end. A third, much shorter chain connected my left wrist to Heather's right wrist, forcing us to hold hands.

Maria took my leash, Madame Gustov took Heather's, and off we went. When we arrived up on the rear deck, the scene about the yacht caused me to gasp. Sir John's yacht had anchored in a lagoon along with about a dozen other yachts of similar size – a couple even bigger! I heard a roar in the air and noticed a private Boeing 737 initiating its landing approach to a nearby airport. Above and behind it, several other large business jets circled awaiting their turns to land. "This has to be a truly amazing ball to attract all this wealth and power," I thought.

"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" came from behind us. Raquel walked in front of us with a sinister grin "Oh, our two little trollop flirts from yesterday, I see. However, more appropriately dressed and restrained today. You girls, of course, know that your will be laughed at by everybody! Oh, Greta, please do get some campy pictures of these two pathetic little sissies. It will be such fun sharing them later!"

I was shocked. I thought Raquel was one of us, but now she appeared as dominate as Electra – in fact, she looked amazingly like Electra! She was dressed in very low riding straight white pants with a wide black leather belt having a plain oval center clasp and a matching front tied halter top that fully displayed her lush womanly figure. I even considered curtsying to her.

Raquel took our leashes and immediately began directing and posing Heather and me, putting us in the most embarrassing positions imaginable – interjecting comments to the effect that we were such hapless frilly sissies. In fact, she did make us curtsey to the camera – and her – several times.

"Heather, dear," she mocked, "even though you are literally the Lady of the Manor, you just cannot get away from your sissy frills, can you? Maybe it's something about blond sissies. You thrive on the humiliation. I bet that clitty of yours is as stiff as a little May Pole. And leaking just like a true little sissy!" Greta, please get a picture of this. Good grief, her skirt is so short I don't even have to lift it! Isn't that sissy bow on her behind just too much! Do take a picture of that as well!

"Oh, my! How right I was – not only stiff, but wet as well! I just bet that little Dani's little clitty is in the same sorry state! Come over here twinkle toes and let me see!"

She put her other hand in my panties and roared with laughter. "What pathetic leaky sissies you both are! Greta, I bet that the two of them would squirt just looking at each other and rubbing their frilly panties together. Shall we try? Imagine how irritated Constance and Electra will be when they discover that both weak, uncontrollable sissies have had an accident in their frilly panties! I bet the both will be spanked right then and there in front of everyone at the airport!"

Greta laughingly nodded and whispered something to Raquel, whose smile grew even broader. "Really," she said, "large plugs – no wonder the little sluts are leaky!" Now even Maria was consumed with laughter. "Look sissies, even the crew is watching!"

I looked up to see Willy and Hans standing on a bridge wing pointing and laughing at us. Even the two stewards were gaping at us. Both Heather's and my faces were red a beets.

"Well, sissies, let's see it! Turn to face one-another and begin rubbing your panty fronts! Now!" Raquel barked.

Heather turned to face me, taking my other hand in hers, and started rubbing her tented satin panties against mine. It only took a few moments before the two of us started moaning and letting out little sissy squeals, entirely besotted with by lust.

The laughing and deriding comments continued, but we no longer listened as the urgency rose in each of us. Moments later, we both squealed in our highest pitched sissy voices and squirted within seconds of each other.

"Such sissies!" exclaimed Raquel. "They will be stiff again in their sticky panties by the time they reach shore!"

She came over to us and put a finger under each of our panties, scooped up a nice clot of sissy cream and wiped it on our necks. "Oh, a little 'eau de cum parfume' for the little dears!" she mocked.

Only the arrival of the water taxi to take us ashore saved us from further humiliation at the hands of this new, but intense, shemale dominatrix.

Waving goodbye to us, Raquel roared with her parting shot, "Enjoy your nice wet panties and plugged holes. I hope you will have a good explanation of your sorry sissy state when the Mistresses see you! Have a nice day my little cumquats!"

The boatmen just stared at us with the jaws open. It was a full minute before the even thought to cast off.

The ride in was mostly in silence as we sat in the small enclosed cabin. The vibrations from the boat's motor on my plug were already renewing my distress. I could see it was having the very effect on Heather.

I sighed and looked at Heather. She tenderly smiled back and told me not to worry as such behavior was expected of sissies. We reached a dock and transferred to a van driven by a cute young man in skintight fuchsia shorts and an equally tight white tank top for the trip to the airport. He had a large steel collar about his neck.

Upon arriving at the airport, we each straighten each other out and were led by our leashes to a private terminal's receiving area by another young man dressed the same way as the driver with the name "Boy Bob" embossed in fuchsia on his top.

There were about a dozen very attractive people coming off two Gulfstreams. Some smiled at us while others giggled at our humiliating costumes – none shocked in the least by our appearance. I did notice that several men developed little tents in their trousers.

A uniformed man came over and said something to our minder, Bob, who led us outside to a gate in the fence that surrounded the aircraft parking apron. In another minute, another Gulfstream taxied up on the apron before the gate. As the door opened and the stairs descended Heather squeezed my hand and gave me a smile. Our minder remained silent, but stood to a military attention position.

The first to deplane was Mummy. She looked positively regal in a belted beige tailored short skirt and sheer wrapped white blouse. Despite her five-inch heels, she gilded down the tricky stairs and seemed to float across the tarmac to the gate. Her long blond hair and blue eyes sparkled in the midday sun.

Electra followed with Millicent trailing on a leash. She wore white belted short hipster shorts and matching low cut tailored blouse ending just under her bosom. The white contrasted perfected with her long flowing ebony hair.

Millicent was dressed in a short skimpy straight-skirted French maid's uniform that overly displayed her legs and bosom. Her wrists were also shackled. Anna and a striking black girl brought up the rear, both dressed in sexy short hipster flared skirts and halter tops.

I noticed that both Mummy's and Electra's broad black leather belts had the same crested oval emblem that they wore at my debut. It came to me that it was the same belt that Raquel had worn earlier, but Raquel's oval had been bare, without the emblem.

Heather nudged me and mouthed with some urgency, "Deep curtsey."

As Mummy reached the gate, Heather and I went into our very best deep curtsies, necessarily together because of our shackled hands. We rose and said in unison, "Good Afternoon, Mistress."

She smiled at us and leaned forward, hesitated, and then kissed my cheek, saying, "Hello, my dear daughter." She repeated the process with Heather just as Electra arrived. We repeated the curtsey and salutation to her.

"Electra, dear, you might sample the sissies' new scent," Mummy suggested.

Electra leaned over and sniffed both our necks. "Shameless!" she hissed, "I thought the new outfits might improve their behavior. Sissies, hold up your skirt fronts, I want to see the worst of it."

We held up that little there was of our skirts, knowing full well that the "worst" would indeed be revealed. However, my soiled panties were only part of my worry – for some unfathomably reason, my clitty was stiff, very stiff, again!

"Ugh!" Electra said in utter contempt, one hand on each of our panty fronts, "both have made a complete mess squirting in their panties, and from the feel, it must have been at the same time. I wonder if they were rubbing their clitties together. Moreover, not one, but both little sluts again have stiff clitties. What little piglets! And this after their disgusting slutty cock teasing performance of yesterday on the dock! They urgently require discipline.

"Is that it, little sissy piglets? Could you two just not resist rubbing your tiny clitties together until you both squirted just like the pathetic sissies you are? Fess up now or it will be worse for you – and it's already bad enough! Greeting your Mistresses with nasty creamed-in panties! The very thought!" She clucked in utter disgust.

Heather and I stood there with our heads down, both understanding that the very worst was yet to come. Heather's hand was slightly shaking and her breathing was becoming deeper. Tears were already forming in my eyes. These imposing goddesses were not to be crossed. "That damned Raquel had quite thoroughly set us up!" I thought with more than and little malice. I had so wanted to please Mummy, too!

"Well?" Mummy demanded.

"Yes, Mum," weakly responded Heather, in an unusually low voice, still breathing deeply.

"Yes, what my dear?" demanded Electra.

"Yes, Mistress, Dani and I rubbed our panties together until we came, just like the pathetic sissies we are," Heather confessed.

"Is that true, Dani?" asked Mummy.

"Yes, Mummy Dear – er, Mistress, but Raquel made us do it," I cried out through my tears.

"What?" barked a now very angry Electra. "Are you blaming this on Miss Raquel? Big mistake, my horny young hussy! Now you really are in trouble. Raquel is my protιgι in The Order, and I will not brook such groundless accusations against her! Even if she tried to make you do squirt, you should not have. It's your fault and certainly not hers!"

Mummy said in a low menacing voice, "Anna, would you be a dear and fetch Mistress Electra's little on-board toy bag and bring it to me at once? Oh, and also bring that pink shopping bag in the front compartment. It appears that we will need those things sooner rather than later."

"Toys?" I wondered as I saw Anna depart with haste back to the jet. Also, out of the corner of my eyes I saw dear Millicent with a both a worried and concerned look on her face. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks.

"Connie," Electra said, "I sense you intend on dealing with this here and now. I could not agree more! These slutty little sissies need to understand that the women are back, and such silly sissy nonsense for two days running will not be tolerated. Moreover, taking time to punish them will make us late for our luncheon date in the village, which further annoys me."

"Oh, Lecta, not only here and now, but with a fair dose of humiliation to follow! Mummy added, again in that low sinister voice. "Let me see, where shall we do this? Ah, that baggage cart should be perfect."

Mummy took our little handbags and opened them. When she took out the contents, the heaviness was explained – the bags contained additional small locks and chains. We had been unwittingly carrying our own bondage instruments!

She instructed Bob to lead us over to a nearby baggage cart parked on the grass that was in full view of both the aircraft parking area and the terminal where Electra was already waiting with a truly evil grin on her face.

Before I knew what was happening, we were bent over the cart's side, my outside cuff chained to post on the front of the cart and Heather's to the rear post and our inside wrist chain locked to a cleat between us. Our leashes were tied to cleats on the opposite side of the cart, and our panties pulled down to just above our knees. A drawstring at the waist of the panties that I thought to be only ornamental was drawn tight and tied, effectively hobbling our legs and leaving our bare bums arched out for the world to see – and God only knew for what other sinister purposes.

I was sobbing, for a multitude of reason: fear, anger at disappointing Mummy and acute embarrassment. I could even fell a breeze and the noontime sun on my proffered buns. Heather, however, was panting and erotically moaning as she softly rocked her body and tested the ligatures holding her in place. What I could not understand, however, was why my clitty was so close to exploding again.

I heard, but could not see, broken bits of conversation behind me.

"Thank you Anna. Lecta, dear, how shall we do this? As both sissies have to have perfect bums this evening, we are somewhat limited.

"Well then, let's heap on the humiliation!"

"Ah, yes, that's best choice for now – the whipping tawse for bright red buns! It fits the second act! Shall we?"

"I'll do Dani; you can let loose on the other little pain slut, Lecta. Just look at how her ass is wiggling awaiting your tender ministrations! The girl never seizes to amaze me!"

"A half dozen – three per bun, Connie? What about three for Act Two?"

"Yes, Lecta, I think six and three are the right numbers. Let's do it together." After a snicker, "My backhand needs practice anyway. Anna, dear, will you please count the strokes and sucks?

"Oh, girls, we seem have a bit of an audience building. People really do love to see slutty little sissy bums thrashed! And yours are so nicely defined with their cute bikini tan lines!"

"Look Connie," Electra said, "I dare say a substitute solution to the sissies' luncheon plans just arrived. "Willy, Hans, please come over here!

Then, laughing loudly, she twisted a tired old phrase, "Sweeties, this will hurt you far more than either of us!"

I was terrified and humiliated beyond imagination as a cool strap moved over my exposed cheeks. "Dani, I heard Mummy say, "I want to be proud of how my daughter takes her deserved punishment. Do not carry on, but accept it, despite the pain. If you do carry on, the punishment will be far worse for both you and your dear sissy sister Heather."

The tawse came off my rear, and after what seemed an eternity, there was a whoosh in the air. "Smack" went the strap, and "One!" was called out. I saw stars!

"Brilliant backhand, Connie! You certainly haven't lost your touch!"

The sting on my right cheek was like a bolt of lightning – so much more than Sir John had given me yesterday. Despite the after burn of pain, all I could think of was the warnings of how harsh the Mistresses could be on errant sissies. "And there were five more stokes to come? Oooh myyy Goddd!"

"Thwack" and "Two." Now my left bun was afire.

The next two were milder, but the cumulative effect was building. My skin was burning and becoming tight as a drum. Audible sobs were coming from me, but I remained in my humiliating position.

Mummy again lightly drew the strap again across my searing cheeks. Despite the dreadful building of anticipation for the final two thrashes, I found my rear rising to the terrible instrument's caress and even moving with it. More troubling was that my clitty was extraordinarily stiff, almost to the bursting point!

Just as I relaxed the whip was withdrawn, and I heard the hideous hiss through the air. "Five" called out as the strap made its ghastly sound hitting my flesh. It was as hard, if not harder, than the first two. I gasped for air with my tears streaming down on the cart.

Before I could recover to any degree, the "whoosh," the "whack" and "Six!" rang out. This time I squealed in a higher voice than I thought possible! "Ooooooooh. Muuummmie!" Both cheeks burned with the flames of Hades.

Mummy began caressing my burning buns with her long soft hands as the edge began to dull to a throb and my tears subsided, but not my clitty, subsided. "There, there, my sweet daughter, sometimes learning can be so difficult," she whispered in my ear as she kissed my wet face.

I settled into her caress quite forgetting where I was or what had just happened. It was just so very nice. Her hand went to my front and touched my clitty. She continued, "And I see that not 'all' of you found the whipping entirely without pleasure!"

"Oh, Mummmmie," I sighed as her hand actually began lightly stroking my swollen little teapot. "I so wanted to please you, and I made such a mess of it!"

"'Mess' is quite the correct term, sweet daughter." She softly chuckled. "Every sissy learns in her own way – and learns of many different things as well. Even about pain and humiliation, both of which are so much a part of special girls like you and Heather."

She continued to play with my now very distressed clitty, causing my little dangling clitty bell to constantly ring. "I know, Dani, all these things are so very new to you, but right now your Mummy wants you to squirt for her to show me what a perfect little sissy you really are."

Her expert manipulations on my tiny clitty were divine. The thought that my very own beautiful, goddess like, mother was publicly milking me whilst helpless in bondage somehow excited me even further.

"Yes, my sweet, squirt for Mummy. I want everyone to see how much of a sissy daughter I have!"

That did it! With a squealing, "Oooh Mummmmie," and for the third time that day, my teapot erupted, shooting sissy cream all over the ground.

From behind me came applause. I could not believe it. I guess a crowd enjoyed the humiliating milking as well. Now my face cheeks were as red as my bum's cheeks.

After a few moments, Mummy stood back to rejoin Electra and said, "Anna, please remove those disgusting soiled panties and put the new ones from the pink bag on them. Then will Bob and you rearrange the two of them on their knees, facing outward from the cart with their arms secured, as they are now, to cart's side. Attach their collars as well while you are at it.

The old panties were untied and removed. The news ones were lifted up, and from the feel of surrounding lace and the breeze, it was clear that a large opening fully exposed my very red bum for all to see. The clitty bell was pulled through a slit and allowed to dangle about my thighs.

My chains were unlocked from the cart and I was turned around to find Anna standing beside me pointing to my panty front. As Boy Bob, the minder reattached my arm chains to the cart the crowd burst out in laughter for a reason unknown to me. Mummy and Electra stood to one side with Willy and Hans – all with very amused grins on their faces.

And a crowd it was! Passengers from at least two additional planes together with all types of airport personnel had gathered about to watch the spectacle. I stood helplessly in shackles while Anna and Bob repeated the task with Heather. As Heather turned I understood why they were laughing. Across the white panty front written in fussy scrip was "SISSY SLUT." I saw that she also had squirted on the ground. As she faced forward, the crown again roared and broke into applause.

Anna returned to my side and upon a nod from Mummy put her hands on my shoulders to guide me to my knees. Stepping behind me, she clipped the back of my collar to the edge of the baggage cart.

"Time for lunch, my dears," announced Electra as Hans and Willy stepped forward. There was little doubt upon what Heather and I would shortly be 'dining.'

The two Adonis-like Alpha Males approached us as they unzipped their trousers and took out their massive man tools as we slithered about in our chain bondage. They stopped before us when their cocks mere millimeters from our helpless mouths.

Electra sneered, "Suck and sup, sissy sluts!"

Willy's cock moved the short distance to my mouth as it submissively opened to receive his humiliating public penetration.

"Good little sluts. Now show everyone how much you two adore sucking real men's cocks. Work it, sluts!" barked Electra.

I began servicing Willy's huge 'willy' with my tongue and mouth, sucking it as hard as I could between licks. After a while, Willy became impatient, grabbed my head, and began to fuck my mouth. In a short time, he grunted, deeply shoved his massive man meat down to my choking point and let loose two ropes of cum directly into my throat. He withdrew as I started to gasp, launching a third in my mouth and both the fourth and final shots across my face.

"Clean my cock, slut," he commanded.

Still choking from the first two shots, I began to slurp up the remainder as the crowd again broke into merry applause. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Heather was doing the same to Hans. I was profoundly excited by all the strangers watching, despite the horribly humiliating predicament.

However, the biggest shock was next. As Willy zipped up and moved to the side, Anna shouted out "One!" and another man was standing before me!

From his dress, I assumed that it was one of Sir John's pilots. A quick glace to my side confirmed that Heather was now confronted with another pilot. "Oh my God,' I thought, was I to be done by a 'gang'? Was this Act Two?"

"Any wagers on which slut finishes first?" I heard Electra taunt to even more laughter.

The pilot – now I did not even know the names of my 'lovers' – unzipped and deliberately stepped forward to receive his prize. Having zero choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and accepted my plight. Apparently, my real humiliation had just begun.

Fortunately, he was quick about his task and rapidly, but plentifully, came into my mouth with a loud groan. Not having use of my shackled hands caused part of my pilots 'cargo' to drip from the corners of my mouth. I feared that now my face looked beyond a train wreck.

I cleaned his cock – his cum was kinda sweet and nice anyway, and he moved away as more of his cum dripped down over my titties.

"Dani, Two!" rang out from Anna.

"Heather, Two!" rang in my ear as another 'gentleman' stepped forward. This was a burly mechanic with a leer of pure lust on his face. I gasped as he unzipped. His cock was so thick I wondered if it would even fit into my mouth. Then he proudly took his massive balls out. They looked as if they held a tanker's worth of cum!

He stopped before me and just rammed his man-stump into my mouth. I could barely breathe – it was a monster! This man was getting the treat of his life, a sissy princess, and he intended to enjoy it to the hilt. I really was helpless to do anything other than try to keep my mouth open and available. He had his own agenda and was determined to carry on with just that.

He kept repeating iterations of, "Suck a real man's big dick, bitch princess!"

After a seemingly endless period, with my jaws and mouth aching, he pulled out and stroked his cock. I knew what was coming, but had no idea of how much! His first cum rope went from my hairline to beneath my titties. The next took me fully in the face with literally a splash, followed by at least a couple more sprayed on my chest – it was as if he was urinating on me. I could feel his cum saturating the thin silk fabric on my dress as it began to stick to my bare titties underneath.

Rather than have me lick-clean his cock, he wiped it off using my hair, compounding my humiliation.

"Three for Dani!" rang out from Anna.

"Was it finally over?" I wondered as, "Three for Heather rang out."

"And," Electra announced for all to hear, "'Taa Daa,' our winning cocksucker of the day – so far, at least – is our newest sissy, Dani!

"Now the little dears really are properly scented. Let them stay there and drip dry on the grass for a bit. Anyway, who would want them in their car?"

We were indeed bizarre sight – Two kneeling rag dolls, immobilized to the cart by neck and wrist shackles and spray-coated with male semen. No doubt our smell rivaled our appearance.

Boy Bob walked over to Mummy carrying a large placard and she pointed towards the cart, seemingly giving him instructions. He walked to the cart, climbed up on the bed and attached the placard over our heads to its roof, where we could not see it.

Mummy walked over and said, "I hope you two have learned a lesson. If you act like loose cock teasing sluts, you shall me treated as such! The next time either of you decide to prance or play with your wears about without permission from your superiors the punishment will be doubled. Think about it, my dears.

"You will just have to remain here until suitable transportation is arranged. Apparently, no one wants such soiled sissies in their van."

She returned to the group as they began breaking up. Willy and Hans were taking Anna, Millicent and the new breathtaking beautiful black girl to the Yacht. Mummy and Electra were off for their delayed luncheon. All of a sudden I felt terribly alone and very vulnerable. Anyone could come over to us and do anything – we were completely helpless in our chains. I started to sob uncontrollably.

"Princess," Heather softly called over, "don't worry. No one will touch us without the Mistresses present. See Bobby-boy over there minding us."

"I look horrible. I hate looking so awful. It's so ugly!" I complained. "And what about that sign thing above us?"

Heather actually giggled, "Hunny bunny, you don't look any worse than I do! How we look is part of the punishment, if you haven't figured that out. They know how we princesses cannot stand being, er, well, ourselves – pretty, prissy and just a little sexy!" Another giggle and she added, "Well, maybe a lot sexy!"

"And little sis," she said with a sly smile, "if you are so utterly devastated, please tell your older sister why your panties have that little tent it them – and so soon after being milked!

"As to the sign, I have no idea other than it is to call attention to us in some humiliating manner."

"But, Heather, what will all those people think of us at the ball tonight?"

"A lot, my dear," she laughed, "a whole lot! As they say, it pays to advertise! Not that you would have been deprived of attention anyway. Dani, this is hardly your basic Philadelphia ladies garden club group! Also, we are not exactly going dressed tonight as the Vestal Virgins!"

Now, we both were giggling despite our nasty circumstances and throbbing red behinds. There was something in me that craved attention, even in this sorry state.

Groups from two new planes passes by us – all noticing our plight, some laughing, others just staring with apparent lust.

A turboprop cargo plane pulled up to the gate just beyond us. It seemed curious next to all the first rate business and private commercial jets. A large strange looking staked truck backed up near the gate's fence opening as people began gathering around.

Heather said, "Dani, watch this. I promise you it will be unlike anything you have ever dreamed of before!"

The plane's rear cargo ramp came down, and a tall beautiful long dark haired woman dressed in white tight jodhpurs and clinging silk open front blouse with broad long sleeves walked out. Highly polished black riding boots, a broad belt and a truly menacing buggy whip contrasted with her pure white garments.

She cracked her whip and two Bob-like "boys" began lowering a ramp from the truck. With a second crack of her whip, two other boys dressed as grooms led two bizarrely dressed men out of the cargo bay. They were massive muscular men dressed as horses in full tack made from black leather and shiny silver metal.

Their feet were in some form of boots ending in what appeared to be hooves. Their lower arms and hands were in similar laced glove-like gauntlets also ending in hooves. They strode down the ramp in close order, each hoof moving at a measured precise pace with the other horse. Their hooves made very realistic clomps on the ramp and tarmac.

Full bridles were buckled about their heads with various straps that included a bit firmly set between their teeth. Atop their heads were leather horse ears and a short carthorse red plume. Their longish hair was combed back and waxed to form a bushy mini-mane behind their heads. Both eyes had large blinders to either side. Their leads were attached to the bridle on either side of the bit.

Their torsos were also encased in leather and silver with three vertical straps extending from wide collars past thick silver nipple rings to broad waistbands having multiple large sturdy silver rings. Their arm hooves were attached to the side rings, immobilizing their arms.

A second smaller strap connected the vertical straps just beneath their upper chests. From there, a single strap continued down to a ring about the genitals and continued, splitting into three parts, up between and on either side of their ass cheeks to return to the waist- and chest-bands and eventually ending at their collar.

Their massive cocks and balls prominently protruded through a tight silver ring in front, and a long black horsetail extended from their rears. The manner in which their tails swished suggested that their tails were deeply embedded within their rectums. Each stallion had a tattooed shield of some type "branded" on his flank.

Encasing their erect cock shafts were tight leather and metal tubes covered with silver studs and rivets. Each cock head was pierced with a thick silver ring having a large jingle bell dangling from it on a light chain. Other larger jingle bells rang out from several other locations about their tack.

They made quite convincing horse sounds as they descended the plane's ramp to applause from the assembled onlookers. I had never even dreamed of such a display, but everyone about seemed not only to understand it, but was enthralled by the show. Each neigh and more frequent snort brought delighted responses from the crowd.

The groom-handlers led them, in turn, up the truck ramp and secured them into separate mini stalls at the far end. That completed, the Horse Mistress' whip cracked twice more and four more snorting stallion-men in identical dress were led, two per handler, in perfectly matched gaits from the plane and to the truck's stalls – again to the great appreciation from the assembled crowd.

With three cracks of the woman's whip, two more whinnying horses appeared, each led by an individual handler. These were taller and leaner males, who wore similar, but lighter tack without head plumes. They were pierced in the same manner and sported even long hair manes and tails. They were freer afoot and pranced independently about like spirited racehorses. One defiantly whinnied and began to stray, earning him a vicious crack from the Mistress' whip. With more effort, and many more whinnies and snorts, the grooms secured the two stallions in their stalls.

After another crack of the whip, out came none other than my stepfather and poor pitiful Percy dressed as circus ponies in bright red tack and huge plumes! The Mistress moved closer holding her whip ready as weak, pathetic neighs came from their choked mouths. Each man had numerous welts on his flanks. The Mistress carefully watched their progress in measured pony-like steps to the truck stalls. Although not pierced, their belled penises were also very erect.

"Well, now I understood those references yesterday that Mummy and Electra made to stables," I thought.

The Horse Mistress cracked her whip four times in the air and a single groom slowly led a string of six female ponies out of the plane. All were beautiful slender women with huge breasts. Their tack was again similar, but made from fine white leather and adorned with many fine silver decorations.

However, instead of waistbands, they wore white leather corset-bustiers, laced so tightly that no waist could have been over twenty inches. The bustier tops were similar to the ones Heather and I were wearing in that they pushed up and prominently displayed the women's breasts. Adding to that effect, their arms were attached to rings on the backsides of the corsets, thrusting their bosoms even more forward.

They also were pierced with small silver bells, not unlike the one I was wearing, hanging from their clitorises. Thin chains went from their pierced nipples to their bridle bits. Their head plums were three massive white feathers resembling the top of a fleur-de-lis.

Each 'mare' high stepped in the dressage style – each in uniform with the others, random higher pitched feminine whinnies occasional coming out. The crowd wildly applauded at the truly remarkable show of beauty, discipline and grace. The Mistress brought her whip down on the ground with a crack, and the grooms led the 'mares' about in a circle allowing the now quite large group to get a longer look at the stunning show – much to their heartfelt appreciation. The crowd seemed to delight the ponies as much as they delighted the crowd.

The grooms led the ponies to the truck stalls and remained with them as the driver boy secured the ramp.

The Horse Mistress took a deep theatrical bow to the crowd, and cracked her whip again in the air. Out came a truly bizarre sight within a world of bizarre sights – a diminutive man-boy dressed as a small goat, complete with horns, ears, hooves, snout and tail. His hoof boots extended above his knees to provide cushions. He was on all fours and happily scampered about making loud bleating sounds.

It was an end of show tour de force, and the people adored it! With a final crack, Mistress and her "goat," climbed into the cab, and they were off while the crowd cheered wildly.

"And I thought Heather and I were a show!" I thought to myself, completely overwhelmed by the exhibition.

"Well, that's a whole new take on the circus coming to town!" I giggled to Heather.

"Wait until you see them tonight," replied Heather. "They are the Countess' ponies. She is devoted to human equine sport."

A little while later, our minder, Bob, finally came over and released us from the cart, but not from our shackles. Both of us immediately turned to read the sign that hung above us. Not surprisingly, it said,

SISSY SLUTS BEWARE!

THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU!

 

The chains between our own wrists were now relocked with our hands now behind our backs. Bob took up our collar leads, and we were frog-marched back into the terminal.

Upon entering the terminal with our little clitty bells announcing our progress – as if we wanted more attention! Bob-Boy paused beside a row of long mirrors, and I was able to assess the damage.

It was worse than I dared imagine. We looked as disgusting as I felt. Grass stains covered our white satin shoes and torn lace stockings, denoting – as if nothing else did – precisely what we had been doing. And from there it only became worse. Our tops looked like we had been in a wet tee shirt contest – only using male sperm rather than water. Our budding titties were completely exposed through the sheer silk material.

Our trashed hair and faces were covered in now mostly dried cum. The "sissy slut" writing on the fronts of our panties and our red bums were completely open for public inspection! Worse, and as if to prove the point by making one, both of us had very noticeable tents right between "sissy" and "slut" on our panty fronts.

After letting our reflection 'sink in,' the frog march continued slowly through the busy terminal to the passenger pick up area. A flat bed truck with two vertical cages strapped on its open bed stood before us. The driver, name tag "Georgie Boy," jumped out and came around to the rear of the truck. Georgie and Bob lifted us up, one by one, onto the flat bed. Georgie climbed up after us as Bob returned to the terminal. Georgie led me to the cage nearest the cab, opened its door and guided me into it. I was facing the driver's side of the truck in a cage that left virtually no room for movement. He repeated the process with Heather, locking her into the cage behind me, which face the opposing passenger's side of the truck.

Clearly, our humiliating public display was not over!

Bob returned carrying the "Beware" placard and affixed it to a frame over the cab. He then joined Georgie as they threaded safety straps to out thighs and waists. The straps secured us forward to the doors and forced our cum soaked titties through one opening and our tented "sissy slut" panties though another.

"Remember, Georgie, drive very slowly with your precious cargo," Bob cautioned. "You know who owns these cumquats!"

He blew us and kiss and said, "Have a nice day, girls!"

Georgie jumped back in the cab and began our trek, which never exceed five miles per hour, back to the boat dock – the long way through the village. Along the way, numerous people took notice with predicable results.

When we passed a quaint little sidewalk cafι the truck stopped. Mummy, Electra and several other women came out to inspect us, causing an even greater crowd to gather and offer their deriding comments and jeers.

I sensed that our humiliation was now complete as Georgie drove away at a breakneck speed of at least ten miles per hour. We arrived back at the dock and transferred to an awaiting water taxi for an uneventful trip back to the "Lollipop."

Arriving back onboard, Maria and Anna greeted us with warm smiles. They quickly unshackled, stripped and helped us to the beauty salon for intense sissy repairs.

"Anna tells me that you girls had quite an outing – not that seeing isn't believing," Maria said. "We'll get you cleaned up, put in your bikinis and up on the deck for some recovery time in the sun.

"There is still a very big night to come where both of you must be pleasing to your Masters!"

 

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