Chapter VI completes Book II. 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, First Days, continues Dani's saga and covers the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she becomes more deeply involved in her new persona, if not her true self. Although each Book is intended to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Book I.

It is rated XXX, 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

by sissystevie

 

Book II – First Days

Chapter VI – The Fifth Day, Part III

 

"What a rush!" I thought. "'Showtime,' indeed! They want showgirl sissies – well, watch this, babycakes!"

The assembled guests seemed to part before us as Heather and I approached our Lords and Masters. We not only were in full sissy strut and loving every moment of it! However, our concentration focused directly on our Lords and Masters to the exclusion of everything else.

Madame Gustov had instructed us to have pride in our beauty as she led us out of the powder room in our bizarre outfits. After she handed us our leash ends for the final walk to Sir John and Lord Homequest, our 'pride' had made a sharp turn towards pure lust. We were beautiful, animal-healthy young sissies dressed in the absolutely sexiest outfits imaginable freely offering ourselves to our Alpha Male lovers, who elegantly awaited us in their tropical white dinner jackets.

Our outfits were doubly devastating. Not only did they display our every sexual asset in the most erotic and provocative manner possible, but also their truly devious design caused us deep and constant sexual stimulation with our every movement.

The look was straight from a Las Vegas showgirl stage. Everything was white, with satin being the base fabric. Our 'big hair' matched the longest eyelashes I could imagine. Heavy frosted blue eye shadow and very broad strokes of black liner complimented the look. Our lips were painted frosted red to match our lacquered nails. Three huge white feathers stood swayed atop our heads as we pranced forward.

Every little detail drew attention to our sissy charms. The costumes' signature touch, our feather headdresses and bustles, called immediate and keen attention to us. Our exotic accessories and stage-heavy makeup shouted pure vamp, if not prostitute. Our six-inch satin heels exacerbated our provocative postures and movement, thrusting up and out our charms for all to see.

The outfits, themselves, were was a marvel of foundation engineering. Our bras encased our small pert sissy titties in open triangles, which gathering the surrounding flesh, causing them to protrude forward in the most provocative, fully exposed manner. Our puffy nipples – with mine painted to look even more provocative – were just plainly scandalous! The straps had pearl and lace embroidery along their length. Little tassels with pearls extended from the bottom bra straps at each junction.

The bottoms were similarly constructed. A firm strap went about our hips and connected to two straps that went down on either side of the clitty, joined beneath it, and again split into three straps – one, with a circular metal device attached to it, going up between our butt cheeks and the other two on each side of our bum cheeks. The fit was extremely tight with the effect of displaying our bums as provocatively as our titties. From the hip strap, eight garter suspenders attached to seamed lace topped silk stockings. Four additional hip straps connected to our bras, balancing tension throughout the outfit and creating the outline of a bustier in front and back. All straps were firmly elasticized and covered in the same fabric and trim. Large satin bows just above "D" rings adored each side.

Our stiff, leaking tiny teapots stood out against a feathered peenie petal's bed of satin that drove us quite mad as we moved. If anyone failed to notice our distressed wet clitties, the little rings of bell just under our clitty heads would beckon him.

Other details refined the look: a broad braided satin ribbon and pearl anklet, a huge garter-bow, shoulder length satin gauntlets, with still more tassels and pearls, gold and pearl finger rings, long chandelier earrings, and finally a belly button pasty made from a large pearl and tassels.

The broad bondage collars and thin wrist manacles suggested helpless sissy-vulnerability. Each was steel covered in satin and pearls with cleverly concealed locks and dangling bondage rings. The wrist manacles had eight-inch thin satin covered chains that were locked to the silver "D" rings on each side of our hip straps. Our leashes were made from the same satin covered chain.

However, our huge feathered tail-bustles, with their bizarre dildo attachments, aroused the most prurient interests in both the guests and us.

The tails were carefully crafted plumes that stood up perhaps two feet from the base and then extended outward in an arch to create the bustle effect. As we moved the slightest, the top marabou feather swayed back and forth. As we strutted towards our Masters, the outfits' truly sublime, and terribly exciting, aspects overwhelmed us. Each bustle was attached to our sissy love holes via and inflated plug, held secure by the taunt strap and its metal device between our cheeks. Every tail movement resounded deep within us, adding to our now boiling sissy lust.

I could feel my heart racing as I approached Sir John. From my right I actually heard Heather begin to moan. Both of us were flipping our leashes back and forth as our hips swayed. The tugging of each part of my outfit was divine!

Finally reaching the men, we went into deep curtsies – our eyes riveted just below their cummerbunds. I arose and whispered, "Good evening Master," as Heather breathed out, "Good evening Milord," and we each proffered our leash handles to them.

"Ah, sheer sissy perfection," said Sir John.

"Indeed," exclaimed Lord Homequest. "However, upon whom do their dresses have the greater effect – the observers, or the wearers?" he chuckled.

"It appears to be mutual, my friend. And with such true sissies as these, could it be anything else?" Sir John replied with a broad, wicked smile upon his face. "Let's visit the Group update exhibit. I'm certain Dani will find it most informative."

The two men took our leads, stepping to each side to better display their sissy trophies, and we entered the grand plantation house.

"Dani," Sir John said, "the Group meets for special parties every so often. Recently, we organized a display room to better convey events of interest. You, my dear, happen to be a keen 'event of interest' and are rather prominently displayed, as you shall see."

We entered a beautiful huge hallway and turned right into a spacious, beautifully appointed drawing room. About the drawing room were large panels displaying pictures and large flat screen monitors.

"Dani, as the quaint old expression goes, 'This is your life,' so far, anyway!" Sir John said. "Come and see your spectacular sissy-self!"

The very first board was a giant poster sized picture of me dressed as I was now. "DANI" appeared in large pink letters going down one side. The photo was one that Maria had taken back on the yacht less than an hour ago. "No wonder she was in such a rush to email it to shore," I thought.

On one side was an insert mentioning that I was daughter of Mistress Constance and became a provisional member of the Group just four days ago, after reaching my eighteenth birthday. Under the insert were four smaller pictures of me taken at earlier points in my life. The top two I had actually seen before and were of me as a very young boy – one in a very frilly romper and the other in a very sissy sailor dress. However, the next two were a shock. They were secretly taken of me trying on Mummy's lingerie, one when I was about fourteen and the other from only a few months ago. The latter one showed me vamping before a long mirror with makeup, jewelry and heels. The message was clear: I always was a sissy!

"Well, there could be little doubt about whom and what I was now," I thought. Beyond the introduction panel, the other boards contained recent and more graphic images.

"Oh my Godddd!" I squealed out. It seemed that every naughty picture of me from the past five days was there – and lord only knew what the two screens were showing. All those moments when people took pictures or videos flashed through my mind. Here it all was in living color for everyone to behold! Intense embarrassment flashed through me. My shackled hands came up to cover my mouth, but fell short due to the chains, which only intensified my humiliation.

I barely noticed, but Sir John gave me more slack on my leash and the other partygoers stepped back to observe my reactions as I continued to inspect "my sissy life – so far." It was stunning.

The second board started with pictures from my first night when Mummy tricked me into wearing those "special" slacks and blouse to meet Sir John. There were pictures of me fully dressed with all the sissy trimmings that she added as "second thoughts." Those were followed by pictures later that evening of me prancing towards Sir John in my first bikini and then, quite graphically, giving my first blowjob. The next row was of our little luncheon the following day with me in that divine sheer white silk round collared sissy blouse and shorts. The bottom row contained pictures of my second oral service to Sir John during the ride to his estate in his Rolls.

"Well," I thought to myself, "there shall be no confusion as to which end of the lollipop little sissy Dani likes!" I went on to the next panel still stunned, but utterly transfixed by the display.

The third panel was devoted to my coming out party later that evening. There were several of me posing before the party in front of the library fireplace. "So traditional," I thought, "of course, except for the divinely bizarre circumstances, let alone the nancy boy sissy knicker-pants and blouse outfit and my very first peenie petal." I was now narcissistically mesmerized by the display.

The panel's next series had me in the receiving line with Mummy, being presented by her to "society," and lastly, shamelessly squirting from my peenie before the assembled guests. The final series was of my submission to Sir John in shackles and my babydoll – first curtsying to him, then kissing his man-cock on my knees, and finally being led off by a leash to my deflowering.

At the top of the fourth panel were pictures from the next day's pool party showing me in my pink petticoated sissy dress as well as my making out with my first sissy – the comely maid Millicent. At the bottom were pictures of me modeling the shameless topless maid's uniform and then shacked in the foyer awaiting my Master's return from golf. However, in the middle of the panel was a plasma screen showing the video that Maria had taped of the post dinner wanton, animal-like sex between Sir John and his sissy maid, namely me!

"Whoa, girl, that should let 'em know!" I thought, noticing that my pitiful clitty was now at an urgent state of high alert. I realized that I was more than a passing narcissist who adored looking at herself in the mirror. This was an exponentially large step forward to full, unabashed exhibitionism – if not pornography. I felt my bustle swaying and thought it might be a breeze until I realized that it was I, and only I, moving it about as the long penetrating plug caressed my deep, moist love canal.

Turning to the next panel, I saw it covered the following day's activities. First, there was Heather's and my little slutty strut down the pier in our too short sissy sailor dresses followed by our subsequent spankings. Next appeared our 'other' punishment – sucking the captain's and first mate's cocks, their release of cum all over our faces and titties, and then our embrace whilst licking their ample nectar off each other.

However, the panel's prominent theme was that evening's orgy where Sir John and Fred Gingerman roughly took Heather and me. The actual sex, including the little after show we girls put on, was on the plasma screen. Still shots in both my short and long slinky black outfits appeared under the screen.

The sixth, and final panel, was of today's events in our sissy polka dotted dresses. First, were our exploding clitties as we teased each other on the boat's deck. Then moving to the airport, where we received such humiliating punishment at the hands of Mummy, Electra and six very randy men whilst chained to a baggage cart.

"Only five days?" I said aloud, but more to myself.

"Yes, my dear," Sir John softly said to me. "'Tis quite an achievement – especially when one considers all the unrecorded sex you had with Millicent and me! Can you ever doubt that all this was simply meant to be?"

"No, Master, I cannot."

"Then, my sweet little exhibitionist, you have passed another little test. Now give these kind people who made way for you a sweet curtsey and we shall be off to the ball."

I turned and was aghast that over twenty people had been watching me inspect the visually history of my transition into pure sissy slut. I managed a deep curtsey that Madame Gustov would have been proud of and gave them a shy smile. With a soft tug at my leash, Sir John led me away to join the awaiting Homequests.

In passing, I noticed several other boards detailing event and showing new members. Julie appeared on one set of panels and several pony types on others.

Reaching the hallway, Sir John and Lord Homequest again went to our sides and led Heather and I towards the large French doors that opened to a veranda. We paused for a moment while Sir John gave a servant our names. Heather touched me and pointed toward a huge mirror hanging on the wall.

Heather breathily whispered, "Hunny bunny, are we hot, or not? Let's show them sizzling sissy. Now wiggle your feathered arse and give them 'what for!'"

We drew a deep breath, adapted a runway model's gait with each step perfectly inline, and, with heads held high, moved our supple sissy bodies in positively sinful manners across the veranda and into the mammoth tent, which could have held a respectably sized circus.

We came to a rest just inside the entrance. One of the boy-toys was dressed as an elegant Louis Quatorze foppish servant, white wig and all, holding a long gilded staff in one hand. On closer inspection, his staff's shape was that of a very long cock, with a huge cock-head at the top and a bulbous scrotum base at its bottom.

He banged it twice on a wooden base and announced, "Lord Homequest and Sir John Strong leading the sissies Heather and Dani."

In we pranced. I could barely take in the enormity of the scene. At one side, dinner was set up. There was a dais with four large semi-circular tables forming an arch out from it. Near the dais were four curious circular platforms that appeared to be on wheels of some kind.

To the other side was a very large, slightly raised dance floor or stage that ran the entire length of the tent. A sizable orchestra played in the far corner of the floor. At the near end of the dance floor was another still higher platform covered in a red silk-type of fabric. Upon the platform was what appeared to be large, ornate gilded throne. Two matching, but smaller, equally ornate chairs were astride the throne. Two of the Louis Quatorze servants stood behind the chairs. The entire assembly dwarfed my debut party.

In the area between the dance floor and the dining area guests were milling about chatting with one-another. Servants darted about the people with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. As we neared the people, I noticed that all the servers were male, and that a disproportionate number of the guests were female. The few male guests were dressed like Sir John and Lord Homequest in white dinner jackets, and all of them were prototype Alpha Males.

The women, on the other hand, were dressed in a variety of styles. Some wore elegant long tropical evening gowns, most of which were very risquι. Others were dressed in tight slacks or catsuits. Several women were accompanied by frilly sissy maids or boy-toy types; others appeared to be either alone or with another woman.

We came to a halt at the edge of the group where Fred Gingerman and Julie were standing. Julie was dressed in a white Hollywood 1930's vamp outfit that would have made Jean Harlow blush. She was simply stunning with her long auburn-brunette hair and lithe body. Mr. G. seemed besotted with her, and she was absolutely radiant. One of the server boys, dressed in the Chippendale style male stripper outfit favored by the Countess, brought our Masters drinks. Heather and I, quite unable to do anything else in our restraints, simply posed while the four of them amiably chatted. It seemed that Freddie and Julie were going to spend the next couple of days alone in one of the plantation's beachfront outbuildings.

As we wandered off to meet other people, Sir John chuckled, "Well, I always wondered which pantyboy would end old Freddie's randy bachelorhood!"

"Indeed, John," Lord Homequest replied with a grin, "I would say the old boy's goose in well into the fire. She is a sweet girl, and may well be the most beautiful pure pantyboy I have even seen. Care to make a wager on an announcement back at your place later this week?"

"Not on my life!" laughed Sir John. "Assuming Freddie has the energy the show up after two straight days with that girl."

We greeted other guests, some of whom I recognized from my debut. Others were new, two of whom were the most handsome men I had ever seen. They were younger, maybe just thirty, and appeared to be intensely interested in Heather and me.

Mrs. Kane came up with her two sissy blouse boys in peenie leash tow. "My, my," she commented, "how little Dani has progressed in such a short period of time! She truly is her mother's daughter – just look at the resemblance!"

Her two darling boys started excitedly tugging on their peenie leashes in the direction of another sissy boy.

"Oh, boys, look it's your panty choirboy friend Chrissie!" She exclaimed. "Doesn't he just look darling in his robes. Shall we go see him?"

I looked at the Bambi-eyed sissy who was dressed in a scarlet taffeta cassock, white fluffy short surplice and broad ruff reaching high on his neck. Not surprising given the party, his cassock opened about his teapot, and his quite stiff peenie was decorated in a ruff just beneath its head with a miniature surplice extending down over the balance of his teapot. It was just the reverse of the peenie petals worn by the blouse boys that "blossomed" from the base up to the head. All three peenies were like antennae urgently seeking one-another.

We said hello to Peter and Raquel Prendergast who, predictably, had the beautiful sissy Millicent submissively standing beside them in her topless sissy maid dress. Raquel certainly had made the conversion to the dominatrix role. A sheer black leather dress that matched her mane of ebony hair was draped from her shoulders to the floor. 'Draped' being the proper terminology as it actually bared more skin than it covered. Two sheer pieces of leather started at a halter neck, snaked across, but barely covered, her ample bosom, and joined together below her navel to form a low-riding skirt. Under her dress she appeared to be wearing some form of black leather thong arrangement that matched her arm gauntlets. High on her arms were wide silver bands that matched her choker. A broad black leather belt caressed her hips and joined where the skirt formed with an oval clasp. The skirt then split again just below her hips. Tight fitting black leather thigh boots with very high stiletto heels encased her long legs.

She held a satin ribbon and chain leash similar to mine that attached to Millicent's locked collar, which only added to her raw dominate sexual energy. They all seemed relaxed and quite content with the new order of things. Peter Prendergast smiled like the proverbial Cheshire cat – a very content Alpha Male, indeed, was he!

"Well, well, this is quite an assemblage of sissy pulchritude for only two gentlemen, even of your considerable statures," said a woman's voice from behind me.

"Ah, the irrepressible DeeDee Moore! And more beautiful than ever!" enthused Peter Prendergast. "The goddess of all sissies and tormentor of many men!"

"Peter, Peter, Peter, you seem to be adding to your little pride, but mind the lioness beside you! Raquel, my dear, you look stunning," she replied.

One of the most striking women I had ever seen came into my limited range of vision. Physically, she reminded me of Mummy – similar age, tall, long beautiful blond hair, and elegant to the point of being regal. She had smaller breasts and brown eyes, but the similarities were notable not only in looks, but also in confident, deep femininity. However, DeeDee generated an aura of raw sexual hunger that Mummy repressed in a more born-female manner.

"So this is the infamous DeeDee of whom Heather had spoken earlier in the day. She was the perfect transgendered version of Mummy. Well, she is formidable, indeed!" I thought.

Her outfit was striking in its contrast to her Mistress role. Clearly this was a very dominate she-male woman, however, unlike the sharper edges that Electra and, now, Raquel offered, her appeal was more subtlety sensual – more sexually aggressive than Mummy's, but very similar.

Her outfit portrayed this perfectly. A long very sheer sheath encased her lithe, supple, cat-like body. It was pink rose silk with delicate fine embroidery and random sequins. Its low spaghetti strapped bodice draped about her breasts in the most alluring manner, each movement created yet another erotic draping of the sheer fabric across them, often suggesting the promise of a glimpse of the twin treasures that rested beneath. The shapes of her firm, pert nipples were often visible. A matching gold choker displayed the emblem of The Order in front, stating to all that the iron will of a full member rested beneath her elegant facade.

Following her on leash was Stevie, dressed in the de rigueur topless sissy maid uniform. Stevie seemed very sensitive to the chain, despite it being just a reinforced satin and grosgrain ribbon. I quickly realized that, instead of going to her collar, it went to a light chain connecting her two nipple rings, which appeared to be quite recent due to their redness. I looked at Stevie's eyes and could tell that she had completely surrendered to DeeDee. Together, DeeDee and Stevie were a slightly older, and far more settled iteration of the Prendergast-Millicent relationship, but something I could not put my finger on was missing.

As DeeDee approached center of our little group, Sir John offered, "Good evening, DeeDee, you're as beautiful as ever." On the surface, it was a benign, cordial comment between old friends, but when their eyes connected even a neophyte, newbie such as me could sense that there was a history, and a very deep history, between these two.

"Thank you so much, dear John." DeeDee breathed out. "I see you have two of the most beautiful sissies on the planet in tow. It must be a very special night for you."

"Many nights are special, DeeDee," Sir John replied as they seemed to linger a little longer than normal in the obligatory kisses to the cheeks.

After a slight pause, DeeDee turned to Heather and me. "So this is Dani! Well, my dear, you are even more beautiful than your pictures. However, are you as naughty as you pictures would indicate? It's rather an impressive collection for such a new girl!" With a warm smile, she continued, "Heather, my little princess of princesses, you may have some competition here! With a start like hers, she may be in my class of slut in a year!

"John, dear, may I inspect her outfit?"

"Of course, DeeDee, I'm sure your will appreciate its subtleties," Sir John said with a broad smile. "And DeeDee, me dear, your libido shall forever be peerless!"

"So kind of you to say, Sir John. We girls do love our compliments," she purred as she turned back towards me. Her eyes went up and down me, appraising every detail. One hand came up to feel my tittie and pinch my engorged nipple, which cause a low moan to emit quite involuntarily from me.

"Ah, very nice," she breathed, "they should grow in close to your mother's in size. And they already are so responsive! Of course I would have them pieced just like Stevie's are now."

Her hand sensuously went down my belly to my peenie petal encased clitty. Her touch was like electricity, and I feared she would make me squirt right then and there. "Oh, you sissies are so alike, and it is so much fun to keep you on edge. I adore tormenting my little Stevie like this. Now let me see you fine feathered fanny."

She turned me to one side and began inspected my bustle. When she moved it back and forth, I let out another loan moan. "Ah ha!" she gushed, "Just as I thought! Your feathers are affixed deeply in you, just like a pony's tail. Does the plug give you that deep wonderful stuffed feeling, my dear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," was the sum of what I could manage in reply, keenly worried about shooting my sissy cream all over her.

Picking up on my dilemma, she said, "Oh, little princess, worry not about squirting. I have my sissy cum dispenser here, and Stevie would just adore lapping it all up. Of course that, along with the six-inch plug she is sporting, would make her squirt!" she laughed, quite getting into the sport. "However, then, we have the ever sweet Millicent here, and we all know her proclivity for lapping up cum, but the poor dear would then lose it, herself, and squirt! This would bring us to you two be-feather tarts. Oh, Johnny, I could have soooo much fun with these sissies! Squirting, lapping and squirting, lapping in an endless circle! Such fun!"

At this point, all five dominants were roaring with laughter at their sissies' humiliations – knowing that DeeDee's taunts were, in fact, the truth!

"Careful, my dear," Sir John interrupted. "We need Dani and Heather nice and full for their little pedestal show during dinner."

"Ah, that will be worth waiting for," DeeDee said. "Do they have any idea of what they are to do?"

"Heavens no, DeeDee, we just put them together and let the sissy chemistry do the rest!" Sir John laughingly said. "It already happened once today – these two are both incorrigible and insatiable!"

"DeeDee, indeed you do know how to have fun with sissies, as well as the boys," Peter Prendergast chuckled. Do you have your usual stud platoon lined up for the evening?"

DeeDee replied, "I most certainly do, Peter, indeed I do! Stevie, my little cum disposal unit, and I going out to the 'Lollipop' to give that hunky Captain Willie and his crew some intense sperm, or should I say semen, evacuation training. Connie had invited me along for the return trip anyway. We're boarding tonight because Freddie is running off to some little grass shack love nest with his new cumquat a day early.

"God help the crew! Will any of them have enough strength to pilot the boat?" laughed Peter.

"Oh, Peter, there are four of them! Willie and his mate, Hans, are notorious stud muffins, and I'll use the two stewards for filler cum – surely one of the dumbsticks can drive the silly ship! Also, we have two sissy maids to serve the ladies, so who needs the stewards for anything but driving the boat and providing a little cum here and there!"

The three men and Raquel just shook their heads and laughed – not a one shocked by DeeDee's outrageous outburst. Even Heather and Stevie were giggling. I was just plain in awe!

Breaking the moment, from the far side of the dance floor the foppish major domo again rapped his giant penis staff against the floor to gain the partygoers attention and announced, "The Principal Mistresses of The Order, Constance and Electra!"

From behind him, first Mummy and then Electra appeared mounted on the backs of the two saddle stallions we had seen earlier at the airport. Again, I was amazed at the size, strength and elegance of the human equines in their full tack.

However, it was Mummy and Electra who stole the show. On their mounts, they were Warrior-Goddesses – modern day Valkyries. Both had stiletto-heeled thigh boots made from the finest sheer black kid leather with long sharp spurs. They wore long black velvet collared riding jackets with deep vents in their backs, fine white silk blouses with stocks and short black kid gloves, but no skirts. Their hair was pulled back in ponytails, and covered by black velvet riding derbies with long black tulle trains, which made their large, broad hoop earrings glisten.

The ponies, with their hooved boots and arm gauntlets, cantered about the stage with the Dominatrices sitting erect in the saddles, which were firmly secured to their backs with many clinches. Each Mistress had her boots firmly set in the stirrups next to the pony's thighs as she held the reins tightly in one hand and a long riding crop in the other. A coiled vicious looking bullwhip hung from each saddle. The stallions made quite realistic whinnying sounds as their hooves clomped upon the dance floor. The entrance was spectacular.

Full bridles with mouth bits and horse ears were about the stallions' heads. High posture collars kept their heads high and facing forward and their long hair was waxed and combed back to form a long mane. Their saddles encased their torsos in leather and silver with straps extending from their shoulders past thick silver nipple rings to broad waistbands. From there, a single strap continued down to a ring about their balls and pierced cocks and continued, splitting into three parts, up between and about their ass cheeks to return to their waistbands. Long black horsetails extended from their rears – apparently, according to DeeDee, embedded within their rectums in a manner similar to my feathered bustle. Each stallion had a tattooed shield "branded" on his flank.

Electra's stallion defiantly whinnied and began to stray, earning him vicious cracks from her crop and digs from her heels and the terrible spurs. Mummy appeared to control her stallion without effort. The pony seemed completely intimated by her presence.

Reaching the center of the floor, the Mistresses caused the ponies to dip whilst they doffed their hats to the assembled partygoers' applause. The then turned to face where they had entered, stowed their crops, and took the bullwhips into hand. In perfect timing, both Mistresses allowed the whips to uncoil and cracked then in the air with a startling noise. Pathetic neighs came from behind the opening. The whips, again perfectly synchronized, cracked down upon the floor towards then entryway, making yet another demanding sound.

Timidly, out came my stepfather, Henrietta, and poor pitiful Percy, Electra's legal – at least – husband. Both again rigged as clown-like circus ponies in bright red tack and huge plumes attached to both their heads and backs. Their bit-choked mouths were pathetically whinnying. The guests laughed and applauded at the same time, thoroughly delighted with the show.

In a deft move only acquired through years of experience, each whip reached out and connected brutally to the ponies' upper backs. The ponies attempted to retreat, earning them an even more vicious crack that arched over them to hit their arses next to the broad horsetails, which drove them forward towards the tormentors. A few more slashes to their flanks sped the process. Soon the helpless wimps cowered on their hands and knees before their mounted dominatrix-wives.

A final masterstroke wrapped their bullwhip ends about each pony's collared neck, and they were pulled in beside each Mistress' stallion. The Mistresses again doffed their hats to the people and received thunderous applause.

Mummy and Electra dismounted, stepping directly on their captives backs, whilst continuing to hold the two tethered ponies with their coiled whips. The Horse Mistress whom we had seen at the airport, now dressed in perfected tailored black leather jodhpurs, shiny riding boots and an equally beautifully tailored white riding blouse, appeared and led the two stallions away.

Mummy and Electra dragged the two unfortunate ponies to the far side of the throne platform and secured their bridles to rings at its base, forcing the wimps to remain low on their haunches.

Climbing onto the platform, they faced the gathering as the two foppish servants came up to stand next to them. With seemingly effortless movements, the twin Goddesses removed their hats and handed them and their whips to the waiting servants. Their gloves came off and were tossed into the hats. Next, their jackets and dickey blouse tops slipped off into the hands of the menservants behind them. Each removed a band holding her hair in back, and, in a quick, graceful movement, was effortlessly shaken and puffed it into a perfect mane.

Even this admittedly jaded assembly literally gasped at the women's outfits. They had black leather thong rigs somewhat similar in construction to the ones Heather and I wore wrapped about their bodies. However, small leather triangles covered their public regions and breasts. Down each arm was a warrior's gauntlet; high on the arms were wide silver bands that matched their chokers having emblems of The Order. They each held out their right hand for the return of their coiled whips, which they attached to hooks on their right hips.

As the servants retired, the Mistresses moved next to the two smaller throne chairs and faced the entryway at the other side of the dance floor. Complete silence came over the guests. With a nod from Mummy, the major domo again banged his penis staff, this time three times, and announced, "The Countess, Grand Mistress of The Order and High Governor of The Group."

Before we could even see them, the heavy hoof clomps – in perfect unison, reached our ears. The orchestra began playing the prelude from Wagner's Die Meistersinger. The effect was electrifying. Shortly thereafter, two by two, the male cart houses appeared from the far end of the stage. Finally, a golden chariot with two women came into view. It was hard to divine which was more spectacular, the ponies, the chariot, the music, or the magnificent women.

The ponies were huskier versions of the riding ponies who had served as Mummy's and Electra's mounts. Each was a huge, muscular male bearing similar tack to the saddle horses. However, their tack and hooves were heavier. Their manes braided, and they had small broad red plumes atop the heads. The foundations of the harnesses were similar the previous stallions' saddles, but were designed to pull carts and such, rather than hold a rider. Large steel rings attached from their belts connected to the chariot's pole and trees by short chains. Again, all had their nipples and penises pierced with thick silver rings. Bells hung from not only those rings, but also from numerous other parts of their tack.

Upon the chariot was a very tall woman with flowing blond hair and eyes so blue that we could see them from across the entire floor. She did not merely remind one of, but actually appeared to be the quintessence Teutonic warrior-goddess. Next to her was none other than the beautiful Lalique, who was dressed in a metal bikini, reminiscent of the outfit Jabba the Hutt had Princess Leia ware in "Star Wars."

I thought, "Who else but the Countess could possess such an incredible sissy beauty?"

The Countess held the multiple pony reins and Lalique wielded a long vicious buggy whip, which loudly cracked above the ponies' heads as they entered. The chariot made one slow precision pass down the length of the long dance floor to the throne platform in perfect rhythm to the music.

They turned, and with a crack of the whip and a subtle change in Wagnerian music to lighter parts – such as they are – of Tannhauser, the ponies began to trot in perfect precision back down the floor, turned and returned. After again turning before the platform, another loud whip crack, and the orchestra's switch the uber-assertive Die Walkura's "Ride," they galloped at full pace again down the long floor. The ponies and chariot made a seemingly precariously turn and returned to the near end of the stage before the platform, where they slowed, executed a precise half turn, and stopped in front of the Countess' throne.

When the two women stepped off the chariot, we could appreciate both the enormity of their beauty and the sheer eroticism of their costumes. The Countess was very tall, well over six feet in her considerable heels. Her features, flowing blond hair, blue eyes and sender figure were similar to Mummy's, but more lush in every respect. Likewise, her entire demeanor asserted dominance and commanded instant respect by all. Mummy quietly expressed confident control, Electra openly demanded it – the Countess simply had an aura of supremacy that no thinking person would cross.

Her outfit was a brown leather bustier with ornate brass supports and decorations that accentuated her considerably breasts and slim waist. Her skirt was made from studded leather strips that went to mid thigh. Similarly constructed shoulder guards and arm gauntlets continued the theme. Attached to her side was a coiled long bullwhip. She wore matching laced knee high boots and broad hooped earrings. About her neck was a broad golden choker with the emblem of The Order in front.

Next to her was the slim Lalique with her long silken ebony hair and nearly translucent cafι-au-lait skin, which seemed as smooth and pure as fine glass. Her hair was braided into a long single strand that caressed her neck and extended down about her bosom. Her Princess Leia look matched the Countess' brown leather and gold colored metal, but in a far more revealing manner. Her bikini was extremely brief, with a decorated metal strap riding very low on her hips, and leather triangles barely covered her front and back. Long simmering gold fabric strips hung from the front a back of the triangle leather pieces. An ornately inlaid metal bra barely covered her perfect breasts. Her very high heels were brown and gold with long thongs wrapped up her legs to mid thigh. She wore broad gold hoop earrings, triple coiled snake upper arm bracelets, and bracelet chains extending to middle finger rings. About her long neck was a broad golden choker.

She was the perfect consort and compliment to the Countess. Together they were heart stopping in their regal, almost imperial beauty.

I thought to myself, "Was this life imitating art, or might these people really have inspired 'art' in the forms of Leia, Xena or Aeon Flux?"

The Countess, followed by Lalique, stepped onto the platform to be greeted by Mummy and Electra, who each first kissed the Countess' ring and then warmly embraced. All three Dominatrices sat, the Countess first, followed by Mummy and Electra. Lalique draped herself over the Countess' legs in a most provocative manner.

As a manservant began to lead the ponies and chariot away, the Countess whistled towards at the chariot. From inside it, hidden until that very moment, came the diminutive goat-boy whom we had seen at the airport earlier. His outfit was complete with horns, ears, hooves, snout and tail. He was on all fours and happily scampered up to the platform making loud bleating sounds. The Countess pointed to the far side of the platform, and he scooted over to the spot and obediently sat back on his haunches.

The countess nodded to the major domo, who again thumped his giant penis staff and announced, "The Countess' own fillies!"

The orchestra began playing Groffe's Grand Canyon Suite as the Pony Mistress, holding a long buggy whip in each hand appeared. She rapidly cracked each whip, a loud very realistic whiney came from offstage, and six female ponies, two by two, pranced in perfect step onto the stage.

They were beautiful slender women with huge breasts. Their tack was similar to the chariot ponies, but made from lighter white leather and adorned with many fine silver decorations. However, instead of waistbands, they wore rigid white leather corset-bustiers, laced so tightly that not one waist could have been over twenty inches. The bustier tops pushed up and prominently displayed their over-sized breasts. Adding to that effect, clasps attached their hooved hands to large rings on the backsides of the corsets, thrusting their bosoms even more forward.

Small silver bells hung from their pierced female clitorises or tiny sissy clitties. Taught thin chains went from their pierced nipples to their bridle bits. Their white head plums were three massive white feathers resembling the fleur-de-lis pattern that Heather and I wore.

The ponies gait was a very high dressage step accompanying the music and in perfect precision with one-another. After crossing the stage, with cracks from the whips, they began a turn forming themselves into two single lines, which then formed into a circle. Their gait again adjusted to the music, and their steps even more embellished in an exhibition of amazing control and discipline of their bodies.

As the tempo increased, the whips cracked and the circle was broken into two parts as the ponies crisscrossed in an elaborate pattern. The ponies formed a single line facing the guests as the music came to a crescendo. As the music ended, each pony girl dipped on one leg, then the other to kneel before a wildly applauding audience.

Two more cracks from their Mistress brought a cacophony of whinnies from all ponies as they rose up, turned, and pranced off the floor with their tails proudly swishing.

The main dance-stage floor area went dark for a few moments as the "boy-toy" menservants went amongst the guests to refresh their drinks and pass more hors d'oeuvres.

I looked over at Heather and noticed that she was breathing deeply and wondered what toward little tangent my new sister's mind was wandering. She clearly was in a world of her own.

"Penny for your thoughts," I whispered to her.

She shook her head slightly and looked at me with glassy eyes, "They were so wonderful! Oh, Dani… But the best is to come! Watch, you'll see!"

Just then, the major domo again thumped his giant penis staff and announced, "Le Ballet des Fouets!"

The music and dim lights over the floor came up, taking a dark reddish hue. The music continued the Valhalla theme, this time playing selections from Jean Sibelius.

Three spotlights focused to reveal a suspended man, sissy and woman descending from the tent's rigging, all completely naked except for broad white leather waist chinches with four large silver bondage rings attached. Long lace up white patent leather boots extended from their upper thighs down to the feet, which were bizarrely constrained in a ballet "en pointe" position. Wide collars and upper armbands matched their corsets. Their wrists were in padded white leather restraints designed for suspension, which attached to metal bars that spread their limbs apart. Similar devices spread their ankles. The male on our left was upright with his back to us, the sissy in the middle was facing down horizontally, and the female on the right was upside down with her front facing us. Large red ball gags were set deeply in their mouths.

All were perfect specimens of the three sexes present with long golden hair and smooth bodies, completely devoid of hair. Their sexual parts were completely exposed and vulnerable. Much to my surprise, all three were sexually aroused.

As their spotlighted bodies neared the floor, the business ends of three single tail whips came from the darkness to loudly crack before them, causing noticeable reactions of fear in submissives.

Additional spotlights clicked on showing none other than Mummy, Electra and Raquel holding the vicious whips. Raquel had now wore an outfit identical to Mummy's and Electra's, absent the emblem of The Order.

The anticipation of the onlookers was palpable. Heather reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard. "Oh my God," she deeply breathed, "Bloody brilliant!"

Three sissy ballerinas dressed in very brief white tutus came scurrying on the floor, apparently fleeing something. Each held a white feathered pom-pom attached to a stick. A moment later, that 'something' appeared in the form of three slim male dancers wearing only white tights with sashes. Each carried a tray with three of differing types of floggers: the first held long soft ones, the next held shorter, more rigid ones, and the third had short thin stranded floggers.

The six dancers circled about the captives in an exotic minuet-like manner several times, coming closer to them with each loop. The Mistresses posed with their long whips draped and occasionally moving menacingly on the floor about them.

Mummy rose and cracked her whip in perfect timing to a crescendo of the music, and the three male dancers broke off to form a line to the right of the victims, each holding his tray of whips forward. The ballerinas slowed with the changing tempo of the music and began to stroke the helpless submissives with their pom-poms.

Despite knowing full well their fate, all three became visibly excited. The man's massive penis was fully erect, the sissy's tiny clitty was stiff and leaking in a girlish manner, and the female was moist and openly panting.

Mummy cracked her single tail again. The ballerinas posed behind each of the submissives and the first male dancer gracefully moved over to the Dominatrices and with a bow handed each a long flogger in exchange for their single tails.

The music's tempo increased as the Mistresses approached the hapless three. Mummy applied long elegant stokes to the male, Electra applied like strokes to the female on the other end, and Raquel did the same to the sissy in the middle. After a few strokes, they began to circle counter-clockwise, Electra now flogging the sissy with Raquel facing the man, and Mummy at his back. As she moved, Mummy gently caressed the male's engorged penis and whispered something to him that audibly made him swoon.

After an equal number of strokes, all three again moved. Mummy was now thrashing the sissy while Electra and Raquel both whipping the man.

This was repeated until a full circle was completed, at which point the Mistresses stepped back. The sissy ballerinas returned to their circling caresses of the submissives as the lines holding the submissives began to move. The male was tuned upside down and away from stage front, the sissy became erect and faced backward, and the female assumed the sissy's former horizontal position.

The second male dancer came forward with great flourish and exchanged his leaner, harder floggers for the first ones. The process repeated itself, with the ballerinas standing back and the exotically clad Mistresses circling their prey, each whipping each submissive once from each side.

A third cycle repeated the first two, again with their positions changing, but this time the Dominatrices wickedly concentrated the blows from their thin, short floggers to the breast and genitals of their victims. As they did, the ballerinas returned to the opposite side of each submissive and resumed their caressing.

As that cycle was completed, all three submissives were placed in the upright, forward facing position. The sissy ballerinas knelt before each as the Mistresses again took their single tail whips and moved well behind their victims.

The ballerinas began stoking each submissive's front. As the music began to climax, the single tails lashed out, their cracking tips biting into the victims' backsides. With the first stoke, the ballerinas began kissing, licking and sucking their genitals as their puffs and hands caressed their bodies.

Despite the whips' biting pain, each "victim's" eyes glazed over in a form of sexual and endorphin-induced rapture. After only a few lashes, and just as the music came to its final climax, intense sexual release came to all three submissives.

Several boy-toy types helped take each of the three captives down into the waiting support of a ballerina and male dancer, who helped them – in their weakened condition and hobbling ballet boots – over to kneel before Mummy, Electra and Raquel, in the positions they first were whipped. The corps de ballet formed behind the exhausted and very tender submissives.

Mummy gracefully held an arm towards the entryway and Madame Gustov appeared, dressed in her typical long black skirt and starched white high-necked blouse. When she arrived, Mummy warmly embraced the Ballet Mistress and held her other arm out to the submissives and the corps as they all bowed or curtsied. Robust applause followed.

As the applause died down, Sir John said, "Howard, you might check you wife. I hope she didn't lose it before her own performance. You know how those scenes affect her."

"Sissies are so predicable," laughed DeeDee. "I had to squeeze little Stevie's teapot three times to control her slutty urges during the performance."

"Heather did you behave?" demanded Lord Homequest.

"Yes, Milord," she replied, and then, under her breath, whispered to me, "By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!"

"Wonders never cease," exclaimed Sir John. "At any rate, here comes Greta to gather up her charges for their own little sissy show."

As Madame Gustov arrived and took up Heather's and my leashes, the major domo announced that the guest could now be seated for dinner.

"Have fun my dears," bade Sir John. "Dani, just be yourself and all will be well."

Madame Gustov led us over to one of the pedestals, which had now been moved to a tented pantry area. Other pairs were either atop the strange pedestals, or waiting to be placed upon them. There were two ponies, Mrs. Kane's two blouse boys and two latex covered females.

Mrs. Kane's pretty blouse boys were secured by satin covered metal wrist and ankle manacles side by side in a "69" position atop the first pedestal. However, a clear plexi-glass barrier between them made it impossible to reach one-another. Each boy's body moved about in unrequited sexual craving.

Their blond sissy-boy hair was puffed up in the most appealing boy-girl manner. Their make up was similar to how Heather's and I appeared earlier in the day – long eyelashes, pink shadow and lips and a red circle painted on each cheek. They wore pink frilly garter belts with many satin bows, sheer stockings, garters with huge satin bows and bowed satin high heels. Their tops were very short babydolls that draped to just below their shoulders, completely exposing their flat chests and large ripe sissy-nipples. The tops had high pink satin collars with huge sissy bows in back.

The second pedestal had one of the sissy pony girls on all fours. Manacles attached to her front hooves and calves secured her. Her tail madly swished back and forth, as sexually charged high-pitched neighs came from her. Her tiny sissy clitty was stiff and leaking as her pendulous tits swayed back and forth above her tight corset.

Behind her was the massive lead chariot stallion with his equally massive cock at full attention. Chains from all four of his hooves kept him mere inches from her. He was snorting and occasionally issuing forth defiant whinnies – partly in frustration, partly in anticipation. His bridled head rubbed again her hindquarters.

We were next. Two male attendants easily lifted us up atop the pedestal. We were directly facing one-another with our knees resting on pads. Our wrist manacles were directly attached to the side "D" rings of our showgirl rigs. Manacles went over our calves, just below our knees, and locked into the platforms in some manner I could not see. A short silver bar attached to our collars kept our lips about six inches apart. Two more rods attached to or "D" rings also kept out cities the same distance apart. We were forced to gaze at each other, smell our sweet scents, and even to feel each other's soft breath, but contact was fiendishly denied. This, with the soft torment of the dildos attached to our tail feathers, was calculated to drive us quite mad with lust.

Both of us struggled a bit in the restraints, each actually reveling in its subtle eroticism. As we moved, we discovered that the fiendish bondage did allow one point of contact – our titties. We could rub our nipples against one-another and immediate commenced to do so. Of course, our one "pleasure" only served to increase our general distress in not being able to go further.

After our little arrangements were complete, we watched as the two latex girls were prepared. They were striking in a place where virtually everybody and everything was striking. Everything they wore was shiny scarlet and glistened under the lights. Their long black hair was tightly drawn up into single tails at the very tops of their heads. The base of each tail was wrapped tightly in latex binding that extended for perhaps six or eight inches, causing the ponytail to stand completely straight up for a few inches before flopping to one side.

Both were dressed in identical skintight latex jumpsuits that covered them from their chins to their lower legs. However, as was common with my very own costumes of late, the outfit failed to cover those things normally covered in polite company. Their large breasts with pierced nipples jutted forth from two tight holes in the chest. Openings also were about their pussies and rears. Each was wearing laced patent leather knee high boots with at least seven inch heels.

Their entire arms were in leather binders that went across their shoulders and extended down to their wrists. Tight lacing held their arms, elbow to elbow and wrist to wrist, behind their backs. A strap from their wrists went to a spreader bar that separated their manacled ankles, effectively hogtying them in an upright position. The arm bondage made their ample tits protrude even further in the most erotic manner. They were atop their pedestal facing each other much like Heather and me.

However, the next items were even more bizarre. Long, wide and very realistic dildos were lubricated and inserted deep with their arses. The bottoms secured to gimbals on the platform that held the huge cock firmly up them, but allowed for limited movement about. A small wire connected the dildo to an outlet next to the gimbals. The device effectively impaled in the girls place.

A similar gimbals device was between the girls with a "U" shaped double dildo attached to it. The bottom of the "U" matched the distance between their exposed pussies, but the bar was facing parallel to their fronts. Another set of wires went from each dildo the plugs in the platform.

One of the attendants carefully lubricated each of the dildos and admonished a Chippendale boy-toy nearby to make sure that they again be lubricated prior to the "performance," as both girls were recent post ops. I was amazed; there simply was no way to have known both were once males.

He then reached under the table a turned a switch. All four dildos began to vibrate, causing startled moans for the girls. "All seems to be working," he said to no one in particular as he flipped off the switch, much to the girls' distress.

Next, short rubber bands were attached between their nipple rings, right nipple of one girl to the left nipple of the other and vise versa. The elasticity caused each ring to be pulled forward towards the other girl's ring.

Tight hoods were placed over each girl's head and their long vertical ponytails draw through a hole in the top. The hood completely covered their heads except for their eyes, mouths and slits for their noses. The hoods came down well over the tops of their jumpsuits and fastened with very broad leather posture collars that forced a strict high-chinned posture. A blindfold covering each eye completed the arrangement.

The final item was a double dildo gag that bucked about each girl's head. Each cock end was secured deeply in their mouths by a rubber ring that went around their mouths and lips. The red ring perfected matched their scarlet painted lips. The shaft bound their heads about four inches apart.

Awaiting our entrance, the pedestal carts were arranged in a row, with Heather and me at the rear. A Chippendale boy toy appeared at the side of each pedestal and began pushing us out of the pantry into the dinning area. Before the raised dais, the Woman of The Order awaited for inspection. First was the Countess, herself, with her little pet goat on a leash and the stunning Lalique standing slightly behind her.

Mummy was next with my circus pony stepfather, leashed and on hands and knees at her feet. More interesting, the hunk male submissive from the Ballet des Fouets was standing next to her. He was now wearing golden sandals with straps wrapped abut his legs up to his knees, a golden collar with matching upper armbands and a gold lame thong. He gazed at Mummy in complete adoration as she absently toyed with his tented thong. I had the distinct feeling that this was not the first time he had been with Mummy.

Electra stood to Mummy's side with poor pitiful Percy in the same position as my stepfather. Beside her was the female submissive from the ballet, still in the same outfit and somehow managing to stand in her bizarre ballet boots. She stared at Electra with unbridled lust. DeeDee with her leashed sissy maid Stevie and Raquel with her whipping sissy completed the group.

The blouse boys were wheeled up for inspection and passed with approval. The two ponies caused more comment as they were both from the Countess' personal "stable." The stallion's raging stiff cock was an object of great interest to DeeDee. The two latex women were of intense interest to Electra who closely inspected their every part.

We were last. As our pedestal-cart came to a rest, the Countess stepped forward and eyed me up and down in a manner that only a woman can size up another woman. Her hand came out and caressed my cheek, making me hold my head high as if I were a show dog. Without taking her eyes off me, she said, "Even her beautiful pictures do not do her justice. She is stunning, just stunning. Well worth the long wait, my dear Constance. She is truly a princess of The Group."

Turning her attention to Heather, she said, "Well, my dear, it would seem you have a little sister at long last. I do hope you girls can visit my stables this summer. What a lovely little team you two shall make!"

When the Countess stood back, Mummy stepped forward and gently kissed my cheek. "I am so proud of you – now just be yourself, my daughter." With a smile to Heather, she stepped back and the boy toy wheeled us towards our appointed station.

As he moved us, I understood better how this first seemingly strange table arrangement functioned. The Mistresses slightly curved dais stood before a semi-circle of four tables, forming a rough circle. Each table, itself, was a semi-circle facing the dais. Into the table's opening went one of the display pedestals. As we entered the area, I saw first the blouse boys, followed by the ponies and the latex girls. We were wheeled into the first and nearest table's opening. The boy toy flipped a switch under the cloth base of our pedestal, and our top began to rotate very slowly to allow the people sitting about us to view us from all angles.

As I glanced about, I saw that the three other pedestals were likewise positioned and rotating. Up on the dais, the five Mistresses were seated with the Countess in the center, Mummy and Electra on either side of her, and DeeDee and Raquel at the ends. The selected sex boy or sissy toy stood behind each Mistress. The ponies and goat were chained to low rings on the front of the dais

There must have been at least twenty people seated about us. I managed at some point to pick out Peter Prendergast and Millicent. He was idly playing with one of her exposed titties. Madame Gustov sat between Lord Homequest and Sir John. All of whom were amiably chatting. Those two young hunks sat at one end of the table's "U" shape, again carefully looking us over.

"Heather," I whispered, "who are those two beautiful men at the end of the table?"

Heather glanced over at them and smiled, "They are your future, dear sister!"

That puzzled me, but the presence of Heather so teasingly close caused my focus to return to my beautiful new sister. We were far overdue to make love to each other. I so wanted to be in her arms. She looked at me with eyes glazed by pure lust – a feeling I certainly had no problem returning.

After the first course of dinner was completed, the orchestra began playing some piece of frilly Mozart music. Our Chippendale boy returned and wheeled us to the next table, leaving our old table vacant for the time being. At odd turns of the pedestal, I saw that the blouse boys now were in the center between the dais and the tables. On the next turn, I saw the plexi-glass divide being removed. Shortly thereafter, the two sissy boys were sucking each other's cockette with complete abandon. From the frequency and intensity of their sissy squeals, they were having multiple releases.

Heather and I were now transfixed in our desire to make love. We gazed at each one in pure lust as our feather tails moved back and forth and our nipples rubbed together.

There was applause when the blouse boys finally managed to drain one-another. Our pedestal again moved to the next table as the servants served a new dinner course. I tried to refocus on what was happening and discerned that we were now at the third table and that the ponies were front and center. The blouse boys now occupied our former position at the first table, the second table was empty, and the latex girls were at the fourth table.

The orchestra struck up Copland's Rodeo. The neighs and whinnies were intense as the Chippendale servants removed the filly's tail plug and exposed her open love hole to the stallion, who was going quite mad with his need to "breed." The servants removed his chains, and he lurched forward to the still bound filly, urgently impaling her in one mighty thrust. She audibly gasped, but shortly her neighs returned in even greater intensity. The snorts and whinnies continued for some time until the stallion was completely spent.

A sweeping glance of the dais revealed that the five "sex toys" had disappeared from behind their Mistresses. On the pedestal's next turn, I noticed five pairs of feet protruding from beneath the table's front modesty curtain.

Another dinner course was served as our tables were moved once again – placing us now at the fourth table whilst the latex girls occupied center stage. The blouse boys now were at table two, the ponies at table one, and the third table vacant. Even through my sensatory overload, I silently marveled at the precise organization of the entire event, not to mention its terribly creative kinkiness.

Heather and I knew we were next libido course – Lord only knows what was to be the matching food course. The sexual tension between us was palpable. Events about us were becoming a blur. I did mange to see the attendant first lubricated and then rotated the double dildo bar between them perpendicularly so that is was beneath their pussies. Switches were thrown and the bar rose until the two giant dildos were deeply embedded in their pussies. Even over the music, which appeared to be Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, I could hear vibrators attached to the dildos whirring.

Another glimpse revealed that their bodies were undulating about in a sexual frenzy. This resulted in all of their bondage devices to move about on or in them. They rocked on the center bar's gimbals in a teeter-totter manner, causing the cocks to move in and out. The taunt elastic bands caused severe tugging pressure to their nipples rings. Likewise, the double dildo mouth gag and the large anal dildos moved within and about their mouths and bums. Both were clearly in orgasmic rapture as the cannons went off in the overture.

Before I knew it, there was applause for the exhausted latex girls, and the Chippendale boy wheeled us out before the assembly. As we came to a halt, our minder turned off the rotation, undid our shackles and removed the two silver bars that had separated us at our hips. He replaced the neck bar that kept our heads apart with a short chain that allowed us to kiss, but nothing more with our mouths.

He switched the rotation device back on and whispered, "Have fun girls!"

After being granted freedom to at least be next to and caress one-another, the lilting opening airs of Maurice Ravel's Bolero seeped into our souls as intoxicatingly as our overwrought desire. Our lust burned and we became as one with both the music and our now requited souls. Our choreographer was old Maurice, himself, as his erotic music ignited the long smoldering flames deep within us. Lust ruled! Our kisses turned passion to its edge and back again – lips, tongues and hands sought deep pleasure. The wide swishing of our feathered tails began a self-seductive dance of their own, seeking their own dildo lust deep within us.

Our clitties in their soft feathered wrappings met and began a pas de deux of their own. A white-hot fire was leading to the inventible climax. Without our realizing it, the music stopped and the chorus became Heather and me in our rapture. We moaned and sighed our way to devastating mutual climaxes, our clitties fully erupting without thought or control – the outside world entirely lost in the erotic rapture between two exhibitionist sissies.

I can only recall a flash in my mind as I collapsed into Heather's arms. The rest was a blur until I realized we were back in the pantry with Madame Gustov looking into my eyes.

"Did we have a bit of a sissy moment, my dear?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

I mumbled a, "Yes," still coming off an orgasmic high. Heather seemed a little better off. We continued to hold each other in a tight embrace.

"Ah, let's get to work on you two, the evening is far from over," Madame said as two attendants helped us down from the pedestal's platform. "First stand over there so we can remove your feathers and clean you up."

We stood to one side as two maids removed our head and bustle feathers and the center straps from the bottoms of a showgirl rigs. Our plugs were deflated and removed, leaving both of us with incredible empty feelings. The maids removed our soaked peenie petals and wiped us off as best they could. Madame unlocked our wrist manacles, gave us small disposable douches and told us to cleanse ourselves in the powder room located just inside the plantation house.

Returning from our chores and feeling much better, we were seated before a makeup mirror where Madame Gustov and a maid repaired our makeup and hair. New, much shorter feathers were placed in the little devices deeply hidden in our "big hair."

"Ah, life comes back to my favorite sissies!" Madame Gustov exclaimed. "You girls certainly did put on quite a show. If I may share a little girl's secret, your two Masters are beside themselves. They have something very special planned for you two later this evening."

We giggled as those little flames reignited deep within us, despite the body jarring climaxes both of us had mere minutes ago.

"Now stand and let me get you new feathered bustles attached," she said.

She hooked smaller, more manageable, but still quite full feather bustles to our hip straps. These were twin-plumed affairs that extended a couple of feet to each side. Our now gaping sissy holes were now fully exposed. New feather peenie petals were placed over our once again stiffening clitties.

She carefully checked us over, reattached our manacles, sprayed some fresh perfume on us and told us to sit down for a few moments to regain our strength. One of the maids handed us small bowls of sissy goo to eat. We both welcomed the energy-giving nutriments in the cum-like custard and sat quietly eating it.

Silence came over the pantry area. I looked up to see that the Countess had arrived to visit her ponies. She stroked each one, obviously well pleased with their performance as they whinnied in appreciation. "You two shall lead the carriage this evening," she stated to their great delight. The horse Mistress led the two away, and the Countess wrapped her arm around Lalique to return to the party.

Mrs. Kane arrived to lead her two sissy blouse boys back into the party. We overheard her telling them that two new "Uncles" were very impressed with their oral talents and wanted to meet them, causing them to deeply blush and giggle.

An elegant couple arrived to retrieve the latex girls who remained in sever bondage. Individual cock gags replaced the double dildo, their blindfolds were removed, and short thin chains between each girl's nipple rings replaced the rubber bands. However, they remained in arm binders and posture collars. Very short hobble chains replaced the ankle spreader bars. The gentleman approached and attached a double-ended leash to their collars. They slowly hobbled away in their impossibly high heels and tight restraints.

As we watched and completed out delicious goo, Mummy approached, still in her Aeon Flux outfit and with her leashed golden boy-toy in tow. I again marveled at her sheer beauty and heard Heather take a deep breath, obviously thinking the same thing.

"There you are, my little naughty daughters," she said with a warm smile. "You two were quite the hit. My, but you two do love an audience!

"Now, we have a few things to discuss. First, tomorrow morning is going to be very busy, and Heather's little cabine ΰ trois scheme just does not fit. There are two reasons for this. First, Howard and Peter have an early meeting with the Countess on an urgent business matter, and second, I want Dani to refocus a bit. As you know, tomorrow we women are taking over the "Lollipop." It is high time Dani focuses on feminine things other than opening her mouth or spreading her legs. And focus you shall, my dear daughter. Focus you shall!"

She laughed and continued, "At any rate, DeeDee and Stevie have laid claim to the on-board sperm bank. However, having said that, Johnny and Howard have put together a little party for the four of you this evening that should more than satisfy your most lewd and prurient cravings as well as give Heather at least a fair measure of the little show she was planning for tomorrow morning.

"Electra and I have a little security issue to deal with in the morning; then we shall come on board. DeeDee and Raquel, not to mention Maria, Anna and Greta, will be about to supervise any unladylike behavior. I adore DeeDee like a sister, and we go way, way back with one-another, but it is unwise to cross her after a very long night of fine champagne and sturdy men!

"So, my dears, have a wonderful time with your men this evening – I actually want it for both of you, but I do expect demure young ladies tomorrow. Now kiss me and I shall be off as I have my own little man-plan for the evening!"

We each gave her the requisite air kiss and she was off. Amazingly, as she walked away I saw her hand go down and caress golden boy's tight buns. "Yes, I thought, "there was much more to be learned about Mummy!"

As an attendant took away our goo bowls, Madame Gustov rechecked our makeup, hair, and outfits a final time – pulling here and there, and touching up in other places. After reattaching our wrist shackles, she led us out by our leashes to the pantry opening to await our Lords and Masters.

"Look pretty – well sexy, actually – girls, your Masters will be along shortly," Madame Gustov said.

Indeed, in short order, Sir John and Lord Homequest arrived – both with their very own lewd looks. They wanted their little sissy cumquats, as we wanted them.

"Thank you Greta," Sir John said with a smile. "You did a wonderful job fixing them up."

The men took our leashes as Sir John continued, "We have planned a wonderful little party back on the boat. However, first, in recognition of your brilliant little performance, the Countess has arranged a very special treat."

"You especially will love it, Heather dear," Lord Homequest said to his young sissy wife, with whom his eyes were already having sex. "Come along ladies. I'm sure everyone wants a last look at you."

We pranced down the almost the entire length of the tent as our Masters nodded at some people and stopped briefly to chat with others. At the opening towards the veranda where we originally were announced, I noticed those two cute young men again. Getting a closer look, they were even more hunky than I thought. Both were tall and in obvious peak physical condition – prime young health animal Alpha Males! Sir John gave them a sly smile as they nodded in greeting.

"My future" ran through my mind like a lighting bolt.

Before I knew it, we were across the veranda and through the plantation house, this time exiting through doors leading to a porte-cochere. Before us was an amazing sight – a large ornate open carriage with driver, whip and footman. Attached to it were twelve of her prized ponies – six mares and six stallions. The mating ponies from the dinner pedestal show led the team with five pairs of teamed mares and stallions.

The driver was none other than the Countess, herself! She had added a black leather coaching blanket type skirt over her legs and donned a black velvet top hat with a trialing tulle band. Sitting next to her, holding the longest buggy whip I had even seen, was Lalique. She, too, wore top hat and black leather blanket-skirt. The footman, dressed in an elegant Louis Quatorze costume, held the carriage door open for us.

In an elegant exchange, Sir John and Lord Homequest bowed to the Countess, who returned their gesture with a touch of her long buggy whip to the brim of her hat. Heather and I rapidly followed with curtsies, gaining another touch of her whip as well as a warm smile.

"Ladies," said Lord Homequest as he beckoned towards the carriage door with one hand.

We stepped toward the carriage as the footman came forward to assist us first with the step rail and then with our seating. I was placed in the rear seat with Heather in the front, facing each other, but on opposite sides of the coach. First Lord Homequest joined us, sitting next to his wife. Sir John settled in next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Without conscious thought, my left hand placed itself on his inner thigh, just below his crotch. The footman closed the door and mounted the rear platform of the carriage.

My jaw must have dropped in total awe of the entire spectacle. Never had I dreamed of such a thing.

The Countess turned in her high seat and looked down at us. With a chuckle, she said, "John, your young sissy is about to catch a fly in her mouth. Dani, dear, there are many wonderful things for you to discover. I hope this summer to assist your dear mother in introducing you to many of them."

Not waiting for a response, she turned and took the massive reins into both hands. Lalique expertly cracked her whip above the ponies. Whinnies and neighs came from the lead stallion and mare followed by snorts from several other team ponies. The Countess flicked the reins, the whip cracked again, and we were off.

Sir John quietly said to me, "I told you this was to be a special treat, Dani. Very, few people are granted passage in the Countess' carriage. Even fewer with herself driving."

The ride was mesmerizing as the ponies clomped their way past the plantation's broad lawns towards the dock. The carriage lanterns along with periodic nineteenth century gas street lamps gave the moonlit night a mystical aura.

Lord Homequest embraced Heather and entered a kiss that must have lasted half the trip. "Their last trip in this carriage was when they were married," Sir John offered. "Perhaps you might duplicate that trip sometime in the future, Dani."

The heavenly ride ended when we reached the little pier, where another shuttle boat awaited. After the footman helped us down from the carriage, Heather and I turned to the Countess and gave her a very deep curtsey. She smiled back, still holding the multiple reins and merely nodded. The footman clambered back to his perch just as the Countess flicked the reins and Lalique cracked the whip, forcing the ponies into a full gallop. They clearly intended to have some sport on the return trip.

The boatmen helped Heather and me down into the small cabin. The two men preferred to stay on deck and enjoy the cool night breeze. The ride was mostly in silence. Heather seemed to be in another world. Had I not known better, I would have thought her to be stoned. In some deep sexual manner, perhaps she was just that.

Although her face had a look of raw lust across it, the fact that her lust was clearly directed towards her husband deeply impressed me. I first giggled to myself thinking of old Howie getting the ride of his life tonight. Then I smiled as my thoughts evolved to recognize the simple beauty of it. Could I ever have such wonderful, passionate feelings towards a man? Strangely, visions of those two young Alpha Males flashed through my mind.

Just then, the little boat's fenders bumped against Lollipop's hull. "Another showtime," I thought as Heather literally sprang to life, much like a lioness seeking her sire's attention.

The boat crew helped us up the gangway where Maria greeted us. Sir John said, "Maria, please prepare our bitches and take them to the grand salon. Howard and I shall change and join them in a few minutes. Thanks."

"'Bitches,' now that was an interesting change," I thought. However, it was just how a wanted to be treated. Heather almost purred at the word.

We headed to the beauty salon with Heather in the lead pulling on her leash like a panting puppy. Maria gave us a quick, but thorough checking over. She had us bend over and injected lubrication deeply up both our sissy love holes. Next, she adjusted our body rigs to best display our titties, clitties and arses. Stockings, peenie petals, hair and makeup followed.

She removed our leashes and satin covered chains that connected our wrist manacles to the rig's "D" rings. A new set of metal manacles were locked about our ankles. She connected and pad locked a new light two foot silver chain between each of our wrists and then connected another same length chain that was attached to the center of the first chain to our collar. She squirted us with perfume, gave us one more look-over, and escorted us up to the grand salon.

In the center of the large cabin was another pedestal, but larger than the ones used earlier at the fetish ball. "Up you go sissies," Maria commanded. "Get on your hands and knees and face each other. Good, perfect, now remain that way whilst I add some restraints."

She climbed up beside us and fastened each of our wrist manacles to hidden rings embedded in the cushioned platform, quite effectively immobilizing us. Chains from under the pedestal were attached to our ankles, spreading our legs and leaving our open bums shamelessly raised at the edge of the pedestal. Our twin feathered tail pieces hung to either side, framing our proffered fuck holes.

"There, my dears, all is ready for your Masters. Have fun – bitches" she chuckled as she left us alone.

Heather and I played with our bondage, testing its limits. If I quite liked the bondage, Heather loved it. Her eyes glazed over again and her breathing became deep as she continued to whisper "bitch." That flame of lust was building in both of us.

Sir John and Lord Homequest arrived dressed in robes. By this time, we both were moaning and almost whimpering in our lust. It dawned upon me that all I really wanted at that moment was simply to be roughly taken – fucked hard and deep like an animal. The thought of the stallion taking the mare at dinner now seemed terribly appealing to me.

Thankfully, the men were of a like mind. Without ado, they dropped their robes and approached our proffered sissy-sexes. Surprisingly, Lord Homequest pointed his engorged cock at me, and Sir John approached Heather. "Well, a hard cock is a hard cock," I thought, and a nice large hard one up me was urgently needed! Besides, as he rounded the pedestal, I saw part of his attraction to Heather – the man's cock was massive! "More sauce for this randy goose," I thought.

They positioned themselves behind us, and in one massive thrust, they simultaneously completely impaled us. We both gasped – and then deeply moaned as they withdrew. Heather reached orgasm with Sir John's first entry. I reached it with Lord Homequest's second penetration. The game was on!

I was indeed taken deep and hard. He was not only long, but also quite thick. The hard thrusts hurt a little bit, but the feeling of being full was just too wonderful. Being chained and so submissively posed just added to my excitement. There was a divine runaway freight train coursing through my entire body. Orgasms kept coming and increasing in intensity as I sensed a new urgency in the good Lord's pace as he used my body rig to pull me towards him as he rammed into my open pleasure tunnel.

With a final massive thrust, he stopped and pumped his seed deep into my bowels. I exploded with a complete climax, screaming like a banshee at my own "little death."

"So that a 'bitch fuck,'" I thought.

As we tried to catch our breath, Heather and Sir John reached their 'moment' in much the same manner. The men withdrew from out now gaping holes, released our wrists from the hidden rings and loosened our ankle chains to give us more play.

Sir John said, "Dani, turn around and clean you man's cock. Heather, when she turns, lick your bitch sister's cunt."

I crawled about and took Lord Homequest's massive man pole into my mouth, sucking and licking it clean. I felt Heather's lips and then her tongue about my distended rosebud as she slurped her husband's cum out of my very well fucked arse.

"Very good sluts, now reverse positions," commanded Sir John.

My mouth now went to Heather's rosebud whilst her mouth cleansed Sir John's man meat. Being called 'slut' and 'bitch' really did turn me on. I played with my chains and tongued my sister's arse-cunt even more deeply.

"Enough for now," said Sir John withdrawing his now re-erect cock from Heather's willing mouth. "I want you sluts to make out, to which you certainly are not strangers. Howard and I shall have a brandy and regroup."

Heather and I moved about and began licking and cleaning each other's face and mouth – simply getting hotter again by the minute. No doubt, the little show had its own effect on the men.

Eventually, time being somewhat of a blur to me at that moment, the men returned and ordered us to separate and move back to the edges of the platform. Each man then lay down in the center in opposing parallel positions with pillows raising their shoulder and heads for better vision.

Sir John barked out, "Bitches, first get between our legs and suck us hard, later you may sit upon our cocks and bring us further pleasure. Dani you will serve me this time."

I crawled up between Sir John's legs licking my chops in anticipation of a cock feast. My mouth went to his cock and balls with complete abandon. I adored the taste, smell and feel of his sex, especially after having been so deeply up Heather. He became rock hard, but I continued my worship unabated. I could both see and hear Heather doing exactly the same thing for her husband. Both of us moaned with pleasure in a sissy lust chorus.

"Heather, sit on my cock now!" commanded Lord Homequest.

"Dani, fuck me like the bitch you are!" spat Sir John.

This we both knew would be the long, but equally hard fuck. We did as commanded – with more than a little relish as both of us thought riding a hard cock just the most divine idea since creation. We mounted our lion kings like submissive pride lionesses, ready to fuck them with our very souls.

I simply positioned myself over Sir John's pole and in one swift move sank on it. The feeling of it going deeply up my 'bitch cunt' was as near heaven as I had ever been. When my arse hit bottom, I squealed as another orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. I was moaning and screaming and the fuck really had not even started in earnest.

My hips started moving back and forth causing his cock to move in my welcoming love canal. The feeling was divine. I looked over and saw Heather doing the same thing, lost in a world of her own.

"Dani, put your hands on your tits and massage them for me. Show them off to me, bitch!" ordered Sir John.

I did and saw that Heather was doing the same. From our facing positions next to each other watching Heather fuck her man made me hot. Having Sir John leer at only made me even hotter. Moans and obscenities came from my mouth as I played with my titties and rocked my hips to move the pleasure pole deep within me.

"Dani, kiss your sister bitch and play with her tits," said Sir John.

I leaned over and kissed Heather deeply. Our tongues darted about in each other's mouth as our hands teased the other's hard nipples and titties. Heather began pinching and pulling my nipples driving me still further into a sexual frenzy.

Lord Homequest barked out, "Dani, suck Heather's tits and Heather pinch and pull Dani's nipples harder. Make the bitch moan like she is in heat!"

Seeing our little show further stimulated the men and their cocks began urgently pumping both of us. The fucking became so intense that Heather and I had to break our embrace to concentrate on riding the raging cocks.

The earlier fucking from Lord Homequest had been the hardest ramming I had experienced, but this was even more intense because of my position atop Sir John's fearsomely hard man tool. I felt as if his cock owned my very soul. This was no longer just a burning flame of raw animal lust; it was apocalyptic!

My entire body shook and I screamed out at the top of my lungs as I felt Sir John's last lunge into me. His cum shot so deeply and powerfully in me that I thought could almost taste it my throat. My clitty was shooting cream in every direction as I shook.

I just sat there with Sir John's cock still buried deep within me as the ripples of my climax faded. I looked over at Heather as she screamed out and squirted sissy cream all over her husband's stomach – without missing a hip movement. Lord Homequest arched his back and erupted deep within her moments thereafter, which only prolonged and intensified Heather's climax.

Finally, in total exhaustion, both physical and emotional, I fell forward on Sir John's chest. His still semi-erect cock slipped out of me with a pop and I could feel his man juice started to ooze its way out of me. A need for sleep overwhelmed me. As I drifted off, I realized that there simply was no boy left in me. If any tiny thread of masculinity existed earlier, it had just been literally screwed out of me.

 

The End of Book II – First Days

 

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