Book III, Decisions, is the third and final part of Dani's coming of age trilogy. Book I, Awakening, dealt with the initial 48 hour period where our heroine comes to terms with her long latent sissy-self. Book II, First Days, covered the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she became more deeply involved in her new persona, if not her true self. Book III completes her excellent holiday experience as she contemplates her future. Although each Book is intended to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Books I and II.
It is rated XXX, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex, including an INCEST scene, together with all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!
Dani's Story
by sissystevie
Book III – Decisions
Chapter II – The Sixth Day, Part II
"Girls, girls! Wake up sleepy-heads; we're wanted in the salon now"
I opened my eyes to see both Millicent and Stevie standing over us. After my luncheon with Mummy, Heather and I had repaired to the forward deck to chat and work on our tans. Both of us had fallen fast asleep.
"Oh my God, what time is it?" I said panic, bolting up.
"Five to four," Stevie responded. "Let's move our sweet sissy buns; four o'clock 'tis the appointed hour. No point in giving the Mistresses any more reason to do what they are going to do anyway."
We scrambled to our feet to join the sissy salon march -- Heather and I still in our bikinis, Millicent in her maid's uniform and Stevie in a simple kimono wrap, apparently still recovering from her session with the cabin boys.
On the 'march' Stevie offered, to no one in particular, "Oh my God, I had no idea how well hung those cabin boys are. Oh, just heaven, just heaven! And talk about hard bodies...oh, my!"
"That's our Stevie," I chuckled to myself.
As we entered the professional grade salon, Maria announced that we would return to a more innocent, sissy-appropriate look. "Two of you to the showers here, the other two to the showers in the exercise room across the passageway. Douche, scrub, wash your hair, and make sure your bodies are properly groomed and moisturized. Dani, please mind using your special breast and derriere cream. Be back here in twenty minutes! -- and don't any of you wretched sluts even think about squirting!"
We performed the assigned tasks. It really was so much easier for me with three more experiences sissies as an example. However, Heather, my partner in the salon's shower, was seemingly focused elsewhere -- to the point of entering her own special mental space.
"What did she know about tonight that I didn't?" I thought.
Maria, Anna and Madame Gustov were awaiting us as we assembled back in the main salon area wearing only pink salon smocks.
Maria, as always, took over and ordered, "Stevie and Millicent, you're first in the chairs with Anna and me. Heather and Dani please go over to the table and eat your sissy goo rations. It's nice to see that you girls are so well disciplined for a change. Now, get about it, my dears, as time is short and the Mistresses' demanding! They want sissy perfection this evening, and that is precisely what they shall have!"
When Heather and I sat down, Madame Gustov approached us with the titties pumps. I was amazed to see that the other three more developed sissies were to get the treatment as well.
"The Mistresses wish all of you to have very sensitive breasts and nipples this evening -- especially your nipples."
As the vacuum tubes took purchase and, through manipulation of pressure and electrical current, gently massaged our titties, both Heather and I started moaning in between slurps of the delicious goo. Interestingly, the nipple tubes' pressure seemed stronger than usual. The tips of our nipples were becoming quite distended. I sensed this not to be accidental -- I had learned few things with this group happened by happenstance.
As we finished our little repast, the other two girls were getting up from the salon chairs. After having our tittie pumps removed, we exchanged positions. I sat down next to Maria, Heather next to Anna, and they went about their work.
After setting my hair, Maria turned to my makeup. My basic face, with its long lasting semi-permanent makeup, rapidly turned in a perfect sissy visage. The colors were pinks, violets and earth tones, but more heavily done than usual. My eyeliner and mascara were quite thick and my cheeks made quite pinkish-red. My long nails remained frosted pink, matching my puffy wet lips. Maria teased out my blond hair into a much bouncier and fuller pageboy bob than I had for the afternoon. To complete the look, she added a cute pink and white satin and taffeta bow with ribbon streamers to the top of my head, several gold and pearl finger rings, and sweet dangling heart earrings. From the neck up, I was pure doe-eyed innocent sissy.
"Now on to dressing you girls -- time is short!" Maria said, loudly enough for all four of us to hear. "Girls, please move over to the mirrored dressing area beneath the lacing bar.
"Good, now please take off your smocks and put on your corset-bustiers and stockings -- each girl helping her partner. Use the overhead bar to insure tight, even lacing. Please be quick about it girls and mind your stocking seams."
The white satin bustiers were ones we all had worn before. When laced up, they gathered and thrust our completely exposed titties forward in perfectly fitted quarter bras. Our stockings were sheer full fashioned white nylons with lace tops, which attached to the eight corset suspenders.
"You old girls," Maria added, "all know your proper cinched waist measurements demanded by your Mistresses. Greta will double-check all of you. Heather, Dani shall be twenty-four inches this evening. There are tape measures over on the small table. Please use them.
"Once done lacing, will have a little friend to insert in your sissy pussies. Greta will first check your lacing and then deep lubricate you, Anna shall insert it, and I will secure the device."
Greta started with Stevie and Millicent, who were quicker than Heather and me. I silently giggled at the though of an assembly line butt plugging, but that was precisely what was about to occur.
I would later regret giggling about this particular dildo!
Madame Gustov quickly checked each sissy's waist and then inserted what looked like a grease gun into each girl's rear and pumped it. Anna followed with very long, ribbed, dildo-like shafts that, despite their incredible length, were inserted surprisingly easily. Maria then secured the tip of the device to a 'Y' shaped satin strap that started at the front of the corset, traveled about our teapots, joined together and ran up our crack to where it first attached to the shaft's end and then was secured to the back of the corset with a small lock. What appeared to be a small wire dangled down from the base of each plug. Both girls seemed pleasured by the device to the point of distraction.
Heather and I bent over as the three women approached. Heather softly moaned as she was lubricated and again, more loudly, as the plug was inserted. I followed, also emitting some involuntary moans during the process.
However, when I stood erect again, I discovered the wicked nature of the harness holding the plug in place. Each move I made caused the surprisingly heavy plug to move deeply in me. The rings of ribbing about it exacerbated the sensation. One ring, close to my prostate gland, was sure to cause problems later.
"Now for the panties, my little dears," Maria announced. "Greta, please do the rings, Anna the panties, I shall attach things. Ladies, let's start with Dani this time."
Madame Gustov promptly snapped a broad silver ring tightly about the base of my teapot, which made my clitty and silk purse protrude forward. Anna then pulled a pair of heavy white satin panties with row upon row of lace ruffles over my feet and up my legs. The panties were actually far fuller than I was used to and were lined in the most exquisite bridal satin I had ever felt. "I think you will find these panties very interesting sissy," she exclaimed as she attached the panty tops to several snaps hidden under the corset's lacy skirt-like bottom. She left the front open.
Maria reached in and placed my clitty in a small satin sleeve within the panties. The sleeve was made from the same exquisite bridal satin. Maria attached it to the silver ring. As I moved in the slightest, the sleeve caressed my clitty in the most erotic manner. I noticed that the sides of the peenie sack seemed even stiffer than the rest of the heavy satin, almost as if reinforced with tiny wires. Just as with the long plug in my sissy pussy, the sleeve was devilishly designed to continuously excite me without mercy. She finished off by placing two locks from the panty top to the front of the corset, creating a tight, inescapable fit.
As they completed the last sissy, Maria announced, "Now for the titties, which I shall do. Anna, dear, would you help them with their sissy bow garters and heels? Greta, please do their above-the-elbow white lace arm gauntlets."
Maria teased and pulled one of my already elongated nipples from the suction machine. Once satisfied with its length, she held a reverse pliers-like device over my nipple and placed a pink colored thick rubber band at its base, which caused my nipple to bulge and protrude forward. As I drew a deep breathe at the new, and somewhat painful sensation, she rapidly applied a band to my other nipple.
She proceeded to apply the nipple rings to each sissy, taking special care with Stevie's recent piercings. Madame Gustov and Anna finished up out other trimmings.
"Ah Greta, I think the sissies are beginning to understand their plight. Let's get their dresses and other 'accessories' on them so that you may have their little preparation session. I'll take the pictures before sending them over to the exercise room."
The women worked as a team, first pulling a huge petticoat with many alternating layers of taffeta, lace and netting up our legs and tightly tying it about our cinched waists, further imprisoning us in seas of white frills. Next, they lowered a sheer pink taffeta dress over each sissy's head and zipped up the back.
As Maria zipped me, I felt her fumble at the top of the zipper and then heard a click that sounded like a lock being closed. She then drew a broad sash attached just under my titties behind me and affixed it to two grommets with two additional lock 'clicks.' She finished the ends of the sash off in a huge bow in the middle of my back. Heather had been correct, the mere sound of being locked in some form of bondage caused a coursing of sexual energy through my soft, smooth body.
As she did this, I discovered the final sexual torment. The portion of the tight bodice opposite my distended clamped nipples was lined in surprisingly rigid ruffled silk taffeta. Each movement resulted in another teasing torment that I was unable to control.
Meanwhile, Madame Gustov was busy working on my arms, puffing up the dress' short bubble sleeves and placing two of the steel satin and pearl covered manacles that I had worn several times before on my wrists with two more distinct 'clicks.' A matching collar about my neck yielded yet another 'click.' A three-foot thin chain traveling under the short dress' hem, attached my wrist cuffs together behind me.
After completing me, she proceeded to 'help' the other sissies. Meanwhile, as Maria fussed with our dresses and huge petticoats to make sure everything was perfect, Anna turned to our legs, and not unexpectedly, locked thin satin covered metal manacles to each ankle. A light very short hobble chain connected the manacles.
It appeared that a large parts of being Mummy's proper little sissy involved sexual torment and bondage. Again I was reminded of Heather's observation of the 'click effect' as my little clitty had twitched with each new locking of an item of bondage. Of course, as my clitty twitched in its satin cell, my body moved, which caused even more sensations in my rear and across my titties. The result was like an electrical shock of lust throughout my body.
"This is indeed a wicked, wicked outfit," I thought.
Looking in the mirror, I now appreciated the entire look. The dress, itself, may have been the frilliest, fussiest sissy confection I had worn during these past few remarkable days.
"So this is what Mummy ordered," I thought. "Now what is she going to do with it?"
We all were blond and, but for Stevie's brown eyes, blue-eyed. All of us had very slim figures and were on the short side, none of us being much taller than over five and a half feet. Stevie had slightly larger titties, perhaps 'C' cups. Heather and Millicent smaller 'B' cups, and poor me, with my budding 'A' cups.
Our pink Peter Pan round collar dresses failed to cover all but the very top of our white panties. Huge pink satin bows on each panty side were clearly visible as were their layers upon layers of the most frilly lace imaginable. Beneath our panties, the corset suspenders traveled over a few inches of smooth sissy flesh before meeting our stocking tops. Cute pink satin bows covered each clasp. On each sissy's left thigh was a huge satin garter bow that matched those in our hair. Very high six inch pink satin heels with large satin bows on their toes finished out legs.
The skirts flared out at a severe angle from the dress' empire waistline. The fabric above the empire waist was smocked, which no doubt was the cause of the nipple torment that lay beneath. The hemlines, bordered with several rows of white lace topped by many pink satin bows, must have extended two feet in circumference from each sissy's hips. Our manacled arms were forced both outward and slightly backward to form the very most sissiest of poses.
As Maria shot a few pictures, I glanced down the sissy line. The sight of four incredibly beautiful, fully frilly frocked sissies standing in a row overwhelmed me. We almost looked like quadruplets.
All of us were transfixed with our images in the mirror. Heather was residing somewhere on planet Pluto. Had I not seen her pre-play reaction before I would have been concerned. If Stevie wasn't on Pluto, she certainly had made Neptune. Millicent looked somewhat concerned, but clearly had left planet Earth some time ago.
"And a few days ago I thought that I was a boy," crossed my mind as my mental space travel entered its own warp speed.
I was a perfect little sissy wrapped in a frilly prison of unseen sexual torment. Worse, I was now expected to have perfect manners and deportment before my dominatrix mother at cocktails, dinner and then who-knows-what. The presence of bondage items about my body was clear warning of what improper behavior could bring.
"Oh my God," I thought, "Four Mistresses, and three other sissies far, far more experienced than I!"
I feared that a combination of the very sissiest of outfits, bondage and truly wicked sexual torment would be far too much for me to control. My clitty was already stiff to the point of bursting and my breathing was far shorter and strained than even the tight lacing would cause. However, I did not wish to disappointed, let alone anger, Mummy.
As all four of us were herded from the salon to the exercise-dance cabin, I almost lost it simply by walking -- and that was just across the passageway! When I moved, there was a variable symphony of ruffled swish as the huge sissy dress moved over my petticoat. Each short hobbled mincing step was pure sexual torment. The steps caused my body to sway, which set all the things connected to my corset in motion -- the plug slid deeply in my sissy love canal, the satin sleeve stroked my clitty and the silk ruffles teased my proffered ringed nipples.
Madame Gustov announced, "As time is short, we shall concentrate on only those movements required of proper sissies before their Mistresses. We will do it in sequence, yes?" She asked, not expected an answer. "First the entry in perfect sissy mince, then the curtsey followed by the proper seating."
She sat at the far end of the dance rehearsal area and ordered us, one by one, to mince to her, curtsey and then sit in a low chair facing her.
Unfortunately, I was first. As I started in, more concerned about my sexual stimulation than my sissy deportment, I saw the camera flash a few times, realizing that Maria was again at the every present picture taking. As I minced forward, all three women began to giggle. I completely stopped in utter puzzlement. I could not be that bad.
"Dani, you are such a total sissy," Maria roared. "Do you realized that all the sexual teasing is making you even more feminine without you realizing it! In fact, it is so extreme that it almost is a caricature of the classic limp wrested prissy sissy nancyboy!"
"It's true!" Madame Gustov snorted with laughter. "Dani, when I first worked with you I noticed that you have more natural girlish tendencies than most real girls of your age -- or of any age for that matter, but your concentration tonight on your bum, clitty and titties has put you over the top. It's amazing how your hips and torso are moving. However, your facial expression is just pure heaven! Dani, please just mince over here in a semi lady-like manner, give me your very best curtsey as we have practiced it, and then sit down."
Even my sister sissies were now giggling at me!
I minced over, realizing how hopelessly prissy I appeared, and started into a deep curtsey. Half way into my dip, I squealed in the highest falsetto voice imaginable. The combination of stimulations was simply too much for me as a quick orgasm sweep over my body like a thunderclap. I sank to my knees with a long, "oooh myyyy gawddd!" My head was literally swimming in an erotic sea.
Everyone was now roaring with laughter.
Maria came to me laughing as she said to Madame Gustov, "Well, Greta, I certainly won that little bet! I told you she wouldn't even make it through her first exercise!"
Scooping me back up, "Now Dani, I hope you understand the power than sissy sex has over you. At least you failed to do your normal clitty squirt. No doubt because of the tight ring about your sex -- we all know about your lack of self control!
"Now let's continue. We have to get this right and still be on time for the Mistresses. Do not even think of the consequences of being late for your mother! Back to the door and start over, my dear."
I did as Maria commanded and actually made it through sitting down, although that caused a rush that resulted in a second orgasm as my plug buried itself even more deeply within me. Only the chair saved me from a second collapse.
After admonishing me about certain posture issues and the proper way to mince with one foot in front of the other, I completed two more full passes at the routine with only minor corrections from Madame Gustov.
The other three sissies followed me, each stumbling at one point or another, having succumbed to their own wicked torments.
After all four of us were seated in chairs opposite Madame Gustov, Maria announced, "Sissies, the evening is upon us. Please form a line next to the barre mirrors in the dance area.
"I want Dani first, then Millicent, Heather and lastly Stevie. Anna, dear, and Greta will you please do the honors?"
After we lined up, I started hearing more locking clicks and glanced into the mirror. Madame Gustov was attaching chains from Stevie's to Heather's collars. Anna approached me and connected a chain from Millicent's collar to mine, while Anna caught up and connected Heather to Millicent. We were now a sissy chain gang -- imprisoned in every respect!
Heather let out a long moan, which I had to assume was the result of another orgasm, shortly echoed by Stevie.
My attention to the mirror was cut short by, "Well, well, well, four sissies in a row, each having an orgasm going down to her toe!"
Raquel had arrived! My last encounter with the newly designated dominatrix-in-training was disastrous.
"This is not a good sign," I thought.
Despite that, she was breathtaking in appearance. Millicent, standing behind me took in a deep breath at the appearance of her new Mistress.
At any level, Raquel Prendergast was a beautiful woman. Each time I saw her see seemed to look more and more like her mentor Electra -- tall with long flowing ebony hair, dark eyes and large breasts. However, this evening she was breathtaking.
She was wearing a long gown ending in a pencil skirt, slit literally from the floor to her hip. It was made from the sheerest leather imaginable and flowed over her body like quicksilver. Its top was slashed down to her navel and barely covered her nipples and it traveled up and over her shoulders. Each arm was covered by a tight shoulder length black kid glove. A broad black leather belt with a blank shield clasp hanging just above her goddess mound was draped about her waist and hips.
She wore slim black pointed toe stiletto heels made from the finest of leather. Sheer pure silk black stockings traveled from one ruffled satin suspender at the top of her skirt's slit to her impossibly high heels. About her ankle was a small chain with a pendent of the same design as her belt fastener.
Her makeup complimented her amazing outfit -- dark red lips and nails together with dark severe eyes. Massive dangling earrings, a single large crest ring and a broad upper arm bracelet finished things off.
In one hand she held a long, thin forbidding buggy-type whip. The other hand held a leash made from the same chain that now connected the four of us.
The image of a Warrior-Goddess was hardly lost on any of us.
She approached me with a truly evil smile crossing her face. "Ah, the youngest and sweetest of the sissies. I do hope you can remain focused enough to please your mother this evening, my fair young slut."
Turning behind me, "My new sweet and very own sissy maid, the ever fair and obedient Millicent, I do hope you will not disappoint 'me,' your very own Mistress this evening! You do look delectable, my dear -- and seemingly so focused on matters sexual. Could you be feeling some 'distress' in your pretty frilly 'dress'?"
"Ah and what do we have here? Lady Homequest, the sissy princess, or perhaps is it wench Heather, who can never get too much bondage and delightful discipline? Are we all comfy in your pretty sissy frills, my dear? The walk to the rear deck should be a real adventure for you girls, especially the stairs!" she chuckled in the wickedest of ways.
Heather could only manage a deep moan in response.
Raquel traced the side of her whip across Heather's face and whispered, "Some day, my sweet -- someday! But tonight you are Mistress Electra's plaything.
"And last but not least, our resident slut, Stevie. Maybe Mistress DeeDee will allow me to play with you tonight. She's a softer Domme than the rest of us, and we wouldn't want you to miss any fun your sisters are having, would we? Maybe she will give you a taste of her beautiful clitty tonight. Wouldn't that just be heaven on Earth?"
Walking to the front, she clipped her leash to my collar, cracked her whip down on the hardwood deck and said, "Okay, girls -- Forward, Mince!"
'Crack' went her whip again and off we went.
It took about ten feet before the moaning began; twenty feet later, it became a cacophony of sissy yelps and squeals. The combination of stimulation to our clitties, titties and love canals was simply too much to bear. However, Mistress Raquel was relentless at driving us forward despite how hobbled feet.
Then there were the stairs to the main deck!
'Mistress,' for surely she was that now, Raquel made us grasp the side rail with our manacled hands for safety. However, that resulted in exponentially exacerbating the play of each torment with each upward step. The 'Distress Dress' took every opportunity to tease our sissy parts. The short hobble chains made us twist, if not contort, to meet each stair riser, which, in turn moved our huge plugs in and out, played the satin folds across our stiff clitties even more, and scraped the raw fabric across our sensitive titties.
I thought I would faint. Millicent, behind me, nearly did. Heather and Stevie appeared to have entered some unknown star system well past planet Pluto.
At least half the western hemisphere could have heard us coming from the sissy sounds we made! Had it not been for the tight rings about our little sissy teapots the entire passageway would have been awash in sissy clitty cream.
The stairs led to in an alcove just off the rear deck, which overlooked the fantail. Surprisingly, if not shockingly, the new 'Mistress' Raquel allowed us several moments to regroup and compose ourselves. We desperately needed it!
Raquel brought us back to the task at hand by saying, "Girls, I am going to parade you about for your Mistresses. Then I shall deliver each of you to your superior. You will then be under her control. We all expect perfect sissy deportment. Ready my dears? Mince like the little prissy sissies you love to be!"
I felt a tug at my lead and off we went.
Mummy, Electra and DeeDee were dressed in the same outfit as Raquel, but each of their decorative emblems contained the full crest of 'The Order,' as all were full, if not senior, members thereof.
Mummy and DeeDee actually looked like twin golden Teutonic ice goddesses. I thought to myself, "No wonder Sir John eventually succumbed DeeDee." For a transgendered female to rival Mummy's beauty was a feat that brought great comfort to me.
Electra, on the other hand, looked like Raquel's mother, or perhaps older sister, with her flowing black mane, piecing blue eyes and lush bosoms. A slight chill ran down my spine at her overt dominance. "Aeon Flux with an extreme attitude," I thought.
Raquel entered the fantail area with a flourish, cracking her whip. "My sisters, may I present our sissies. Aren't they just divine in their prissy frilly little dresses?"
She tugged my lead and forced our little 'chain gang' to mince about the other Mistresses' several times. They lounged about the deck furniture, drinking what appeared to be Cosmopolitans -- seemingly oblivious to our keen sexual plight brought about by our unique bondage.
As we paraded, Raquel said, "Ladies, aren't they just adorable? They're dressed perfectly in their sweet sissy dresses that make such wonderful frou-frou swishes -- so pristine and befitting young ladies in every respect!
"However," she continued her taunt, "for the life of me, I cannot understand why they become 'distressed' from time to time. It's almost as if they don't fully appreciate what effort went into making them such presentable sissies. Perhaps, more discipline is needed."
"'Distress Dress,' indeed! I thought.
"Clearly it is," sneered Electra. "Just look at their facial expression, let alone animal-like moaning coming from that little vixen Heather! Despite her pristine outfit, she looks like a bitch hungry for a rutting stud. It's really quite disgusting! How can we make these girls into presentable sissies?"
Electra's admonitions just made Heather moan louder.
"I quite agree," offered Mummy. Raquel, my dear, please gag the little minxes. Then please bring each to her Mistress."
The prospect of being gagged made Heather moan even louder.
"Well, the squeaky sissy gets the first gag!" laughed Raquel.
After dropping my leash and setting her whip aside, she produced a pink ball gag and promptly placed the large ball deeply in Heather mouth, securing it there via a buckle behind her neck. In short order, the remaining three of us were similarly restrained.
"Ah, much better! We can't have these little sluts ruining our pleasant cocktail hour, can we ladies?" Mummy said.
"In any event," Electra chuckled, "sissies are best seen and not heard!
Raquel unhooked Stevie's lead from Heather and led her to DeeDee, who took the leash in hand and motion for Stevie to kneel next to her feet. As Stevie lowered herself, a clear gasp came from her gagged mouth. No doubt, the insidious 'Distress Dress' and bondage combination had taken new purchase over her body.
Raquel repeated the 'delivery' process with Heather going to Electra and me going to Mummy. Raquel then took a seat with Millicent dutifully leashed by her side. Each of us had repeated Heather's gasp as we took our positions next to our Mistresses. The movement actually was more intense than climbing the stairs.
As I sat next to Mummy, she softly said, "You look divine in your sissy dress. You have no idea how long I have wanted to enjoy you this way -- my perfect little sissy child! This evening will be special in so many different ways."
If she knew anything about my sweet torments, and I expected she knew everything, she did not let it on.
Thankfully, the balance of cocktails was uneventful. The Mistresses gossiped about the upcoming engagements of DeeDee and Julie. The two cabin boys, themselves in shackles, tended to drink refills and passed delicious hors d'oeuvres. We were completely ignored.
As we passed a series of small cays, the setting sun was spectacular. The red setting sun, however, did not go unnoticed by Electra.
"What a beautiful shade of red." She said, "I wonder if I can duplicate it on the canvas of Heather's derriere later."
Despite her large and deep gag, Heather managed a very audible squeal, which caused all four Dominatrices to laugh.
Mummy rhetorically suggested, "Well, my dear sisters, shall we gather our 'entertainment' and proceed to dinner?"
Raquel devilishly suggested, "Perhaps we can take the poor dears the long way, via the lower deck -- more stairways, you know!"
Mummy chucked, "I really do not think they could stand it. Anyway, we have a special little dinnertime treat for them that I think you will quite relish, if they don't."
After the 'distress' of again struggling to my feet, the simple walk at the end of Mummy's leash was relatively easy. However, once we got there, things took another turn for the worse.
We were lead to a wall opposite the round table set for dinner for four. Clearly, our sissy goo was it for us this evening. Assisted by the two cabin boys, Madame Gustov arranged us about two feet apart with our backs to the wall. Our leashes were detached and our collars were hooked to short chains mounted to the wall. Madame Gustov then separated each sissy's upper arms from her chest whilst the two cabin boys placed an 'L' shaped padded form under each shoulder and inserted it into a receptacle on the wall. The resulting arrangement held us erect and immobilized against the wall, quite helpless to do anything but squirm in our collars and wrist and ankle chains.
Now I knew things were about to get worse, but I never have imagined how drastically so.
Mummy addressed Madame Gustov, "Thank you so much, Greta -- another perfect job! The boys may seat us now, and you may remove their restraints when they return to the galley. I hope they have learned their lesson. Also, please ask Maria and Anna to join us for a moment."
The two arms holding us erect were relatively comfortable and the lack of motion gave us a respite from our 'little distresses.'
The Mistresses chatted amiably until Maria and Anna came into the room.
"Ah, Maria and Anna," Mummy exclaimed, "thank you for stopping by and thank you also for a job well done preparing our little dears!" Raising her glass, she continued, "Sisters, a toast to the ladies!"
"You are more than welcome, Mistress Constance," Maria gushed. "Anna has several master keys to their 'arrangements' as well as the special 'performance' boxes that go with their outfits."
As Anna handed the keys and small black plastic boxes to each Dominatrix, Maria continued. "You will note that the box being handed to you has the first initial of your sissy marked on it. The performance boxes are sissy specific, but," she chuckled, "certainly not Mistress specific. The keys fit all locks on all the sissies. I am sure the black boxes will afford you great dinner entertainment."
"Oh goody," laughed DeeDee, "let's throw the keys overboard and play pass-the-sissy box!"
The Mistresses, including Maria and Anna, all roared with laughter. Even the two cabin boys giggled.
We sissies did not. I was terrified!
"Well, ladies," Mummy said, "Have a wonderful meal. We may need a little help 'picking up the pieces' when dinner games are completed. After that, the evening is yours. Thank you so much once again from all of us."
As Anna and Maria departed for the galley, DeeDee exclaimed, "Look at all the buttons and dials! What fun!"
"Oh no," I thought, "and she was supposed to be the 'Soft Domme'!"
"Well, let me see," said Mummy. Dani as our newest sissy should be the first to try out our new toy. Let's try the top knob marked 'A.V.'"
As she turned the knob, I felt a vibration deep within my pussy.
"Oh no," I thought, "a vibrator too! This I never will be able to stand!"
The vibration quickly brought out the sexual energy lurking just beneath my conscience. Then as she twisted the knob further, the energy burst throughout my body. Greatly compounding my precarious predicament, my twisting caused my clitty to move against its satin prison and my bound nipples to rub against their rough smocking. I moaned and drooled about my ball gag.
"Now let's try the knob marked 'C.E.'"
Despite its restraint, my body literally bucked as a surge of electrical energy encased my clitty, causing it to shimmer in its satin sheath. The stiffness in the fabric must have been electric wires.
"And now for third knob, marked 'T.E.'"
A similar electric tingling came across the smocking over my titties. Now, between the anal vibrations and the electrical clitty and tittie stimulations the 'pleasure' level was becoming simply unbearable. I was in an almost constant state of euphoric orgasm. My clitty was leaking, but unable to squirt because of the tight ring about its base. I was simply somewhere between heaven and hell.
"What did they say about pleasure and pain?" came to my muddled mind. I was afraid of passing out.
Then Mummy announced, "And now for knob four, 'A.P.!'"
The long dildo deep within me began to move!
I thought I would blow the ball gag entirely out of my mouth. The movement, combined with the vibrations was driving me out of my mind!
Just when my head began to swim, Mummy turned off the device's master safety switch and everything stopped. A silence followed as I attempted to slow my heart rate to something under that of a hummingbird.
"Simply amazing!" declared Electra. "This I have to try! Hey, Raquel, let's dial up our sissies together.
"All set Raquel? Same order as Connie did, but a little faster. Let's see how long it takes to bring them from zero to sixty. Ready or not, here it comes girls."
"And, Stevie," DeeDee laughed, "a little slut like you is going to fall in love with this!"
Now the other three sissies were doing the same dance I had done a few moments ago. Heather and Stevie appeared completely zoned out. I wondered if my orgasms showed as intensely as they were showing theirs. Millicent seemed to strangely fighting it at first, but soon could not resist the sweet torments.
The girls were saved by the meal arriving. Mummy asked they bring us down to a 'dull roar' for the time being. "During dessert, I think we might arrange a little contest and make appropriate wagers," she suggested.
The knobs were turned down to a low setting for the other three girls as I felt my knobs being increased to match theirs. The stress now was comparable to climbing the stairs, which now seemed relatively peaceful, but certainly held our upmost attention.
Much of the main course passed in a haze. The Mistresses chatted quietly amongst themselves, often looking at us with amused expressions, if not outwardly laughing.
Soon enough, the cabin boys cleared dinner dishes and brought in dessert and champagne.
"Okay, Ladies," Mummy announced, "the projection in Millicent, Dani, Stevie and then Heather. Millicent is not really into this as much as the others. Dani is too inexperienced. Stevie is a world class slut, but so is Heather. The nod going to Heather because she is also a world class pain slut!
"Wager either for or against that sequence. Raquel you are the banker. Minimum bet is five thousand quid. Increments in thousands after that. Winners share pare passu.
"Please reduce your sissy's settings to zero. They will need a little respite before the grand contest!"
The Dominatrices huddled as they bickered about bets, finally agreeing on the amounts and terms as they finished a beautiful lime mousse and sipped their vintage Dom Perignon. All four seemed delighted with their contest game.
I was simply too exhausted to even consider what devilish things awaited.
"Now, ladies, we have agreed to the specific increases in settings. To keep things fair, I will mix up the performance boxes so that no sissy is controlled by her own Mistress. We go to fifty percent power with each of the four knobs on my count, continue there for a bit, and then go to one-hundred percent on all four stimulations on my signal. Everyone understand?"
All eagerly nodded.
"Then, dear sisters," Mummy said, "let the games begin!"
I had no idea of what they were betting on, but now I had all too good an idea of the game!
"Okay ladies, knob one!" Mummy announced.
The anal vibrations started as a collective moan arose from all four of us.
"Knob two!"
My clitty's torment once again came alive as the electrical charges surged about my tiny teapot. Sissy moans turned to muffled squeals.
"Knob three!"
Now, my distressed titties felt the surge and my body entered its first full spasmodic orgasm.
"And knob four, ladies."
The twisting motion of the sinister dildo caused pressure against my prostate that I was sure would result in an even greater urge for release. This was almost as bad as the prior experience. My brain was simply shutting down and allowing my body to take over.
After an indeterminate period of pleasure versus pain time time, Mummy issued the command, "Full speed ahead! One-hundred percent NOW!"
Poor Millicent passed out right away. The other three of us all reached intense orgasm nanoseconds thereafter. I saw stars and the rest of the world left me. One after another orgasm racked my restrained body and wrenched my very soul.
With a muffled long shriek, Stevie appeared to go silent. Shortly thereafter, the mother of all climaxes exploded my world in stars and then everything went blank.
After a indeterminate period of time, sounds entering my mind, and then I opened my eyes. I was laying prone upon several dining room chairs. My head was still swimming from the intensity of the sexual stimulation. I felt a new freedom and sensed that either my clothes were gone, or maybe I was simply dead.
"Wasn't a climax once called the 'little death'?" I thought. "Maybe this one was for real. I had never experience such sexual overload in my life."
Anna's soft face came into view. "Ah, a new entry to the land of the living. Dani's come to," she announced.
"Well then," I thought, "maybe I'm not dead yet, just naked."
"Let me help you sit up Dani. Then I will get you some mineral water and a little high energy goo. Welcome back, you had quite a little ride, didn't you? Anna giggled.
Anna placed a small tray with the nourishments on a chair beside me. As I imbibed the cool sparkling water and heady goo, my mind began to focus. I wasn't entirely naked. My shoes, stockings and gauntlets, together with the satin covered manacles and basic accessories, remained on me. But the devilish dress, petticoat, panties, bustier and tittie and clitty rings were gone. Best of all, the huge emptiness in my derriere meant that the plug from hell was likewise missing!
I noticed that Maria and Madame Gustov were working on Millicent and Stevie. Their hair and makeup was repaired and they were now dressed basically as I was, but with the addition of a frilly garter belt with only two frilly suspenders attached to each stocking. The garter belts nicely framed their teapots and tails. The two sissies actually looked recovered.
Atop another set of chairs, Heather was now showing signs of reentry to planet Earth.
"Maria," Anna announced, "the second of our 'super sluts' appears to be with us again. Do you wish to start with Dani whilst I fetch Heather her nourishment?"
Without responding, Maria picked up a portable makeup kit and approached me. "Well, Dani, you certainly surprised everyone with your endurance! Everyone but one person, that is. You won your sainted mother sixty-thousand pounds!"
I looked up at her blankly.
"The wagers, Dani. The bets were either for, or against the order in which each of your sissies would succumb to the stimulation that they decided upon. Only you mother bet against it."
"Was I the last to blank out?"
"No my dear," Maria chuckled, "Heather was, but only by a mere second or two. The bet was that Stevie would be the third girl to, err, how shall I put it, checkout. You outlasted her by a couple of minutes actually. All in all, truly an incredible performance for a novice sissy!
"Now let's get you cleaned up. The evening is far from over; the Mistresses are awaiting their sissies in the grand salon."
With her typical aplomb, Maria soon had me, repaired and identically dressed, standing next to Millicent and Stevie. Heather bounded over to join us a few minutes later.
Looking at Heather, I thought, "My God, she's like the Energizer Bunny!"
I felt perhaps the most naked I had been since starting this little adventure. The garter belt, stockings and gauntlets just served as decorative trimming. My clitty, bum and titties were fully exposed. In some way I really could not understand, it made me feel even more like a total sissy -- not to mention also quite weak and vulnerable. Whatever the feelings were, my clitty was dampening and becoming quite stiff.
Madame Gustov was just finishing locking two-foot thin chains between our wrist manacles, as Raquel appeared in the entryway holding four leads made from the same chain.
She attached one to Millicent whilst softly kissing her lips, which made Millicent sigh in appreciation.
Next, she hooked Heather and said, "Well, my dear, it would appear that the slut of the world had some real competition this evening, eh?"
Heather just blushed and glanced towards me.
"Stevie," she continued as she roughed attached a leash to her collar, "you, my dear, cost Lecta and me twenty thousand quid each! We are 'not' pleased. It's a good thing for you that DeeDee, who also lost, is only thinking about Sir John this evening. However, maybe we can persuade her to 'loan' you to us for a little 'training.' Wouldn't that be fun?"
Stevie started shaking as she knew full well what the 'Hardest Dommes' would do to her.
"I do love seeing a terrified sissy!" Raquel gushed. "It really is so at the heart of every sissy's being.
"And you, Dani! I should have known. I really should have known. You truly are the soul sister of Heather -- both a sex and a pain slut down to your very core!"
She attached my leash, gathered up the other three leads, and said, "More games, girlies, and then maybe some special sissy treats."
This walk was mercifully easy compared to the evening's prior treks.
The other three Mistresses were sitting about a sinister looking low platform. Soft dim lights bathed the salon, while the platform was brightly lighted. Electra was lounged back in a large club chair smoking a thin cigar and sipping a brandy. Mummy and DeeDee were seated close together on a love seat sipping what appeared to be a very old Madera. DeeDee was smoking a very long thin cigarette with her other arm draped about Mummy's neck.
The platform, made from highly polished jet-black wood, rose about six inches from the deck. It was placed against the far wall, which was covered by floor to ceiling mirrors. One mirror was the width of the platform. Hinges on two side mirrors would allow additional angled views of the 'proceedings.' Two menacing silver chains hung from the ceiling over the platform. Two other chains, attached to platform mounts, rested atop it. A case to one side contained a frightening selection of whips, paddles and canes.
"Tonight was indeed far from over," I thought as I unconsciously strained at my own chains. My clitty was now at full attention.
"Here they are, all refreshed and ready for play!" Raquel announced.
She delivered our leads to each of our respective Mistresses: Heather to Electra -- who acted like a spider embracing a fly in her web, Stevie to DeeDee, and me to Mummy. She, of course, retained Millicent as her own. We all assumed the kneeling positions at our Mistress' feet.
Mummy began, "As agreed, from this point it is between each of you and your sissy. The extent of both pain and pleasure for the balance of the night is entirely up to each sister. However, we must start with the ritual whipped cream performance. Raquel, as the junior member, we will begin with you whenever you are ready."
After a short bit, Raquel lead a terrified, but completely docile, Millicent to the platform where she attached Millicent's wrist manacles to the two hanging chains and her ankle manacles to the floor chains, displaying her in a spread eagle position facing the mirrors. Millicent's face in the mirror looked terrified.
Raquel selected a soft leather paddle and stood behind her bound trembling charge. However, rather than striking her, Heather leaned forward against Millicent, reached about her to gently cup one of her titties in her hand, and whispered something in her ear. Millicent relaxed almost immediately. The whisper ended in a soft kiss to Millicent's cheek.
Not letting go of Millicent's tittie, Raquel stood slightly back, rubbed the paddle across Millicent derriere and slowly began to administer stokes against the soft flesh of her bum's cheeks. Her stokes were soft and slow at first, but began the build in both speed and force as she continued, never stopping her caress of Millicent's tittie.
Rather than yelling out in pain, Millicent began to moan in deep pleasure and her little clitty started to throb. Raquel placed a loop from the paddle's handle over her wrist and moved her hand to Millicent's clitty. Raquel rubbed her fine leather skirt against Millicent's reddened arse whilst leaning over to first softly whisper into ear and then kiss her on the side of her face.
It was all too much for poor Millicent -- the caresses of both clitty and tittie together with the soft embrace from her Mistress. Her clitty erupted, sending multiply streams of pent up sissy cream towards the mirror. As she finished her prodigious performance, Raquel came around to face her and the two women deeply kissed.
Raquel unhooked Millicent from her bondage, unlocking her manacles and collar at the same time. After returning the paddle to its case and placing the manacle is a box next to the case, she led Millicent by the hand back to a love seat, when they snuggled.
I was taken by the tenderness. Raquel was not exactly what I thought her to be. I was also taken by the eroticism in quite another way.
"Brilliantly done, Raquel -- Worthy of any member of The Order," Mummy commented. "DeeDee, my dear, you're on!"
DeeDee essentially duplicated the prior performance, but she and Stevie almost never lost eye contact via the mirror throughout the little session. I wondered how DeeDee could perform everything whilst maintaining unblinking eye contact. It was an exhibition of two women connecting on a plane few people can even imagine, let alone visit.
"As always, a beautiful performance by a special beautiful sister," Mummy said to DeeDee. "And now, for something entirely different, Electra, are you ready my dear?"
Electra came to her feet like a cat rising to meet a mouse. Her 'mouse,' Heather had entered another one of her intergalactic trips. Her face was already flushed and she appeared near an orgasm before the performance had begun.
After Heather was strung up in the manner as the girls before her, Electra approached her with a large leather flogger. Electra did an erotic slow dance about the chained Heather, taunting Heather with both her beauty and her whip. Both women appeared completely zoned out.
As Electra swished the whip, Heather began to swoon in some form of masochistic rapture. Dominatrix and submissive were in perfect harmony.
Then the whipping began in earnest. Electra covered Heather's body from her shoulders to her stocking tops in hard strokes -- front, sides and back as she circled her very willing victim several times, sparing neither her teapot nor her titties.
Electra stopped, retrieved an even more vicious, stiffer and sharper edged flogger, and rubbed her body against Heather, whispering things to her whilst caressing her red, sensitive titties and clitty. For a moment, I thought that Electra was going to milk her sissy the way the other Mistresses had, but that was not the objective.
Heather was at a fever pitch, and was to be pushed over the edge by the caress of the whip, not the hand. Electra positioned herself behind Heather, off the platform.
"Present yourself, slave!" she commanded Heather.
Heather pulled on her chains to the maximum and arched her back to perfectly position her derriere to her Mistress.
It was another dance of the whip. As Electra thrashed from one side, Heather's rear rose to meet the lash. It was likewise for the reverse side. A rhythm established itself as Mistress and 'slave' visited places very deep within their souls.
Needless to say, shortly thereafter, Heather's little clitty put 'Old Faithful' to shame. Electra, also, had a body-shaking orgasm -- all done through the whip as if were the umbilical cord connecting them. Both women were heavily panting and visibly weak in their knees, such was the intensity of their orgasms.
Understandably, they took longer to collect and disengagement themselves. Now, I knew it was my turn with Mummy.
"Words, as always, fail me when Electra and Heather play," Mummy sighed. "However, now I shall play with the daughter I have wanted for eighteen long years. Dani, come with your Mummy! After all, 'Mummy knows best!'"
Mummy strung me up in my all-too-revealing, essentially non-existent, outfit in the same way as the three other sissies who preceded me. The bondage somehow made me feel even more naked, and certainly more vulnerable. There was a raw sexual energy between Mummy and me of atomic electro-magnetic pulse proportions.
My entire body tingled as I pulled on my manacles, reveling in their restraint. When Mummy picked up a flogger, I gasped in anticipation. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted her to whip me very, very much. The other people in the salon had vanished from both my sight and mind. Through the mirrors, my eyes were riveted to Mummy.
Without conscious thought, a voice deep within me said, "Oh, Mummy, please whip me! Take me!"
She pushed her soft leather clad body against my back and wrapped her gloved arms about my shoulders, joining her hands together by hold the whip in front of my face.
"Dani, you have found that too much pleasure can become pain. Now you shall learn of how pain may become very intense pleasure."
I whimpered, "Oh, Mummy..."
"Tonight, my long lost daughter," Mummy continued whispering into my ear, "you shall also come know your mother. I shall whip you into ecstasy and then take you into my bed. It has been eighteen years since you knew my vagina, and seventeen years since you knew my bosom. Tonight you shall know both once again.
"Now, sweet daughter, kiss my whip so that it may return the favor."
With a sigh, I eagerly kissed the whips shank and thongs.
"My, my, such devoted kissing. It shall surely inspire both whip and Mistress! Now, my child, position yourself with your back arched and your sweet cheeks raised. This is known as 'presenting yourself.' Proudly accept the kiss of the lash, my pet."
Mummy stepped back and gently rubbed her hand over my derriere as I adjusted my body against the chains to 'present' myself properly. Then, before any contact whatsoever, my first orgasm swept over my body. Despite the sensory charge, my eyes never left Mummy's image in the mirror.
She drew the flogger back and brought it down upon my right flank. It stung and bit, but also yielded a warmth. Holding the flogger's strands in her left hand, she brought it across my left flank in a backhand motion. I retreated a bit.
"Present yourself, Sissy!" she commanded, with steel in her voice.
I assumed the position again with my tender bum in the ideal target pose. The back and forth slash motion now began in earnest. In slow, deliberate strokes, Mummy marched her whip's 'kiss' from my thighs up over by bum to my shoulders. As she progressed I found a certain sensuality to it and began swaying in anticipation to meet the next flog. My eyes remained locked on Mummy who was so regally beautiful in her black leather.
A few lashes curled about my sides to 'kiss' my titties. It hurt, but I was determined to maintain the prescribed position and not disappoint, or worse, embarrass Mummy.
As the whipping went on, even my burning skin became as sensuous as my bondage. I was entirely under Mummy's beautiful Dominatrix spell.
She paused and came to my back, pressing her cool leather gown against my red hot backside. Her arms reached under my arms to gentle toy with my tender nipples.
"Now, dear child, two more of 'the best!' And I expect the best from you. Embrace the kisses of the lash and make your mother proud."
She gently kissed my cheek and stood back to deliver her final blows. I arched my back further than before and willingly presented by now very tender bum. The tingles about my body were as much sexual as whip induced.
Mummy partially turned and brought the whip across my rear with all her might. The force was such to actually move me forward. I drew in a deep gasp of air and submissively returned to present myself.
"Good girl!" exclaimed Mummy.
Her response was a double handed backhand to my left flank. This time I managed -- barely -- to hold my ground, but my gasp echoed off the mirrors and throughout the salon.
My poor derriere was aflame. Mummy put down the flogger and came to me, again embracing me from behind. Her cool leather sent chills down my spine.
"You did beautifully, my dear daughter, You have greatly pleased your Mummy. Now for your reward."
As she kissed my cheek, her left hand caressed my left nipple whilst her right hand went to my amazingly hard -- and wet -- clitty.
"Oh my, child, your clitty has been dripping while you were flogged. Now we shall make it shoot."
Indeed she did, and with only two strokes! My release was so powerful that it hit the mirror.
"Very impressive, my dear. Now let's get your restrains off and join the group."
When we returned to the others, I noted that each Mistress and sissy were in some form of embrace.
"Well, it seems that our proceedings here are completed, and it is time to more fully reward our sissies in more intimate ways. I for one am taking my daughter back to my stateroom. Goodnight all."
The others barely noticed our departure.
Mummy and I walked hand-in-hand down to the Master's stateroom. Words were not exchanged; our feelings and long pent-up forbidden lust conveyed all we needed to know.
We entered the beautifully appointed cabin to find a beautiful white long sheer negligee peignoir laid over the foot of the bed and matching satin and marabou four inch mules on the floor beneath it.
Mummy took me into her arms and said in a low, almost breathless voice, "Dani, simply follow my lead and instructions. Please put on the white negligee and mules and then take a seat at the makeup table. I want to fix you up myself."
After taking off my shoes and gauntlets, I fussed a little with my stockings, garter bow and garter belt to make sure they were perfectly smooth and then donned the beautiful robe. It was of the softest, sheerest material I had ever worn. It shimmered over my tender, still glowing body like a veil, exposing everything beneath it within nuanced shadows. The long sleeves ended in cuffs adorned with soft white feathers that matched its collar and front opening trim. It tied about my waist with a satin sash finished in large feathered pom-poms at its ends. I slipped into the mules and proceeded to the vanity.
After sitting down on the satin covered small bench, I fluffed my hair over the negligee's collar. Mummy approached, gracefully peeling off her long leather gloves, but still in her leather gown, and picked up a soft long handled hairbrush.
"Let me brush your beautiful hair. For so long I have dreamed of doing this to my dear sweet daughter. Imagine how beautiful it will be as it grows longer. You must do this nightly from now on, Dani."
Both of us were in our own rapture. Mummy for having her dream daughter come true, and me simply for being that long lost daughter. "A daughter deferred," I thought to myself, "but not lost!" The feeling of the brush on my hair was simply heaven.
"Now, darling, let me fix up that beautiful face of yours."
Mummy effortlessly worked some power, blush and eye shadow onto my face. Occasionally her breast would touch my back or side, sending an electrical current through my body by its mere touch.
"Now, some sweet perfume and beautiful creamy lip gloss to make my daughter's lips kissable."
After finishing, she cupped my head tenderly in her hands and said, "Go over to the bed, look as beautiful as you are, and await me."
I carefully positioned my self on the smooth pink satin sheets to both look appealing and to retain a clear view of Mummy.
Mummy walked over to a chair by the closet and in one smooth motion undid her leather dress, allowing it to slide off her body like softly flowing liquid. She only wore a garter belt and stockings that perfectly matched mine, expect hers were black. Her figure would have been the envy of any woman ten or fifteen years her junior. Involuntarily I let out a gasp at her beauty.
She looked my way with a small, knowing smile as she stepped out of her dress and removed her shoes. Turning to the chair next to her, she slipped on a pair of mule and donned a matching long negligee, both identical to mine, but again in black rather than white. Then, with another soft smile, she turned and walked over to the seat before the vanity makeup table.
After touching up her face, lips and scent, she began to slowly brush out her long flowing blond hair. After a few strokes, she looked directly at me through the mirror, held her brush out to her side, and said, "Dani, dear, would you like to brush Mummy's hair?"
My heart was in my throat. "Did she know how long that had been my fantasy?"
Gathering myself together, despite a quite uncontrollable clitty, I managed to respond, "Yes, Mummy dear, I would be honored to brush your beautiful hair."
I came over to her, mindful of my throbbing little clitty, and reached to take the long handled brush from her with a trembling hand. She put her other beautifully manicured hand over mine and said, "Dani, I know...I know. I have always known that this was one of your special little dreams. Calm yourself and enjoy the moment. And don't fret about your disturbed little teapot. I shall tend to that later."
As I brushed the lush silky mane, her hands came up and softly began caressing her ripe full breast through the transparent negligee's fabric. She smiled at me again through the wall mirror in a knowing way.
"Dani, how many times did you spy on me when I changed or sat at my vanity at home?"
My face flushed, and I stopped brushing. Her hand came up to grasp my again trembling hand.
"Sweetie, I knew you were doing it and am not angry. I understand that it was an innocent need of a sissy, and not the act of a disgusting male voyeur. I think we are done brushing. It's time for the rest of your fantasy."
She took the brush from me and placed it upon the table and then took my hand in hers and led me next to the bed. She turned to me and lightly kissed me on my lips.
"Isn't the touch of lipstick on lipstick so sensuous?"
All I could pant out was, "mmmm."
One of her hands opened her robe and then went under her breast to cup it as she guided my mouth down to down to its nipple.
"Yes, Dani, visit my bosom again. Mmmm, yes, that's it!"
As I suckled her perfect breasts, her other hand went to my budding bosom and began rolling my nipple between her thumb and finger.
"That so nice dear, now the other breast."
As I switched, her hand that was holding the first breast went down and lightly caressed my clitty. I thought I would explode a second time under her tender ministrations.
"That's lovely, Dani, but now I urgently want you to taste the other part of Mummy. Here, kneel beside the bed while I lay down."
With her negligee still open, she reclined perpendicular to the bed's side with her feet still resting on the floor. She gathered pillows to raise her chest and head so she could she me. Her legs were on either side my where I knelt, her Venus mound, framed by the frilly garters and black silk stockings, was openly displayed to me. It glistened with her womanly juices.
"Now come to me and kiss my womanly lips."
I edged closer as if in a dream. It was the first real woman's sex that I had even seen. I sensed its power and was slightly shocked to be in awe of its beauty.
As if reading my mind, she said, "Yes, Dani, it is beautiful. Lightly kiss it, smell it, and taste it."
I did, and it was truly beautiful and sweet.
"Now lick, ever so slowly, from the bottom to the top of the sides. Those are my 'woman lips,' Dani."
I made long, moist passes with my tongue on first one side then the other, paused, and did it several more times. Both of us were moaning in our own private pleasures.
"Now my dear, find my clitoris towards the very top and apply your sweet mouth and tongue there.
"Aaah, yes, that's it! Yeeesss, that's just right. Yes, yes, yes! Please do not stop, Mummy is going to have a 'moment!'
Her legs stiffened about me and her body became tense. Her hands came about my head and pulled me forward as her pelvis began to buck.
"Oooh, YES! YES! How long have I dreamed of this!"
Her juices flowed out of her pussy, and as best as I could, I eagerly lapped them up. After several long 'moments,' her body eased and released me from its vice-like grasp.
After a few moments to collect herself and to regain regular breathing, she said in a husky voice, "Mmmm, that was wonderful, Dani. Now climb up here and join me on the bed. I have a little something for you to enjoy in mind."
After Mummy rearranged herself in a more normal bed position and took up a small tube of lubricant, I laid down next to her with our heads on pillows at the top of the bed.
"My beautiful daughter," Mummy whispered as she took me into her arms and deeply kissed me. "Now for you!"
Her kissing went from my lips to me neck and then down my chest to my titties. A lot of people had played with my titties over the past six days, but no one -- not even Millicent or Heather -- gave me quite the sensation Mummy did. It was as if I was being made love to by fine pure silk velvet. It was a shimmering sensation...shimmering just as Mummy shimmered in her leather dress and peignoir. My skin tingled, but the true eroticism went deeply into me. I reached my first orgasm without warning. The wonderful, soft pleasant feeling swept over my entire body.
"I see my baby likes that," Mummy cooed as she turned her attention downward.
Her hands and mouth slide over and about my teapot. Noticing the leaking from my little 'moment,' she put her mouth over my clitty and licked up sissy juice. However, she did not linger, electing to go further.
Her tongue traveled from the head of my clitty, through the valley between my sissy pearls to my newly designated sissy pussy. What followed was a duplication of the treatment my titties had. Her mouth and tongue went about my hole and even in it. One hand lightly caressed by teapot and the other rolled my nipple.
My mind again entered the mist of deep erotic pleasure.
She slowly worked her way back up the path her tongue had traced across my pearls to the very top of my clitty, and from there to my literally throbbing titties. As her mouth settled on my left nipple, I felt her lubricated finger enter my pussy.
I sighed deeply and adjusted to an even greater onslaught to my senses. A climax rivaling none other was building like thunder deep within me. A second finger entered me and both sought out and found my prostate gland just as her head left my tittie to return to my clitty.
Mummy took my small clitty into her mouth entirely and began swirling her tongue about it urge hardness. Her other hand returned to again roll my nipple between her fingers.
The thunder rose and I think I saw lightening as the massive rolling orgasm took hold. The feeling started in my sissy pussy, sweep over my clitty and up to my titties. Then it spread out to the far reaches of my body.
My body arched has the full force hit me. My clitty exploded in Mummy's soft mouth.
Sometime later, after we recovered, Mummy took me into her arms where I fell into a deep, contented sleep next to her breast.
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