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 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 and then decides 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, together with all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things, including an opening post incestuous scene. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Dani's Story

Book III – Decisions

by sissystevie

 

Chapter III – The Seventh Day, Part I

 

I stirred in the sensuous satin bedding. My satin mules had long since departed for parts unknown amongst the bedding. I could feel the seductive caress and pull from my garter belt and stockings. My tangled negligee was twisted about of my otherwise naked body. I was lying on my side next to Mummy with my head was resting on her shoulder. My gaze was fixed on her perfect bosoms gently rising and falling with her soft breathing.

"But what a beauty she is?" I mused. I knew right then and there that I just had to look just like her! Well, maybe just a tad frillier, and certainly, I guessed, a lot more submissive, but certainly just like her otherwise."

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! "Oh my Goooddd!" I thought. "Mummy!"

I just slept with my first real woman, and that woman just happened to be my very own mother!

"What will she think of her sissy slut son now?"

Then, in a smoking, soft morning voice came, "Do you like my breasts, Dani? I would like you to caress them again."

As I moved my slim manicured hand towards the nearest soft, but firm, mound she let out a soft moan and breathed, more than said, "Ah, it is a joy to have my sweet sissy after all these years. Now, dear, use that sweet mouth and tender lips of yours. Aaah, so nice, so perfect!

Clearly she was not angry with me. I settled into my appointed mission with relish. "Oh my God, what wonderful breasts," I quietly murmured.

"You want ones just like mine, don't you sweetie?" She questioned as if reading my mind. "Answer your mother, my dear."

Yes, Mummy," I sighed, "yes, I want beautiful titties as well. I wish I could look just like you," I confessed. "But I am not a real girl, I'm just a sissy."

"Yes, sweetie, you are most certainly a sissy, and one inclined to the frillier things in life with more than a little submissive dash of masochism thrown in for good measure.

"In other words, all those things when matched to your incredible natural beauty, makes you one of the most desirable, sought after creatures on the planet.

"Boys come and go, but daughters, especially sissy ones, are forever. When you came out of my womb with -- how may I delicately put this -- with the wrong 'parts,' I resolved at that very moment eventually to have my rightfully due daughter. A sissy one somehow made the whole idea even more delicious. It was only my deep love and respect for your father that kept me from beginning from the start. However, as you know, I did, well, 'cheat' a little bit here and there.

"However, we have an interesting day planned for you. It's your last day before I shall require you to make that decision about your future and it contains two further tests for you. Although I would love to dally about with you all morning, we have to get some breakfast and begin the day. Be Mummy's good little girl, paddle into the loo and make yourself presentable whilst I order some food. Then we can chat for a while longer."

Reluctantly, I did as commanded as I heard her picking up the phone. In the master stateroom's head, I went about my now routine morning absolutions. I was surprised to discover how tender my sissy parts were from last night. The wicked taunts of the dreaded "Distress Dress" together with the quite substantial whipping I received took their toll.

While sitting in my bath and shaving my legs Mummy whipped in and out, seemingly making herself pristinely beautiful with no apparent effort. She breezed back to the cabin in a long flowing sheer black silk nightgown and matching long peignoir, again the reigning queen of all who might come before her.

I, on the other hand, required more time to adjust my little bobbed blond hair and redo my makeup. I donned a cute sheer silk pink camisole with matching full, tap dance panties and a yummy short wrap. Of course, many sweet sissy bows adorned all parts of the ensemble. A pair of matching silk mules completed my look.

When I returned to the cabin, I noticed that the breakfast table was already set up with one of the cabin boys attending. Mummy was reading a message with a smile on her face. She looked up at the cabin boy and said, "Thank you, now please locate Lady Homequest and ask her to call me here immediately."

Picking up a nearby extension, she dialed a number and waited for the satellite to connect. "Beatrice, my dear, it's Constance. Yes, I did receive your lovely invitation. What a grand idea! I shall bring both my Dani and that sweet Heather Homequest -- properly regaled in the frilliest of frilly trimmings! Oh, a garden party, what fun! We dock at about noon and should arrive at the party by one o'clock. See you then!"

Pressing down to disconnect, she continued, "Oh, Dani, dear, the day was going to be fun anyway, but now I dare say that it will be super fun! Now, sit my dear, you mustn't let you sissy goo chill. It's your first cream of the day, after all," she menacingly chuckled. "And do take your girly pills."

Returning to the phone, she dialed another extension onboard the yacht.

"Maria, my dear, we have a slight change in plans for this afternoon. Our little ladies luncheon is now a formal garden and lawn party at Beatrice Bracewell's estate. Heather will accompany us. We will require an even greater frill effort for both girls. Dani should be down there in about a half hour. I will be speaking with Heather shortly. For Heather, I think, very short little girl ensemble -- maybe a frilly sundress. Dani, however, I want in naughty pansy shorts and blouse. You know the drill. All out! Yes, sissy boy hair and makeup. I need him ready by noon. Once you arrange Heather, she can dress up here with me. Oh, we shall have a grand afternoon! And thank you once again!"

Absolutely delighted with the change in events Mummy was about to turn to me when the phone rang.

"Hello. Oh, Heather dear, we have an exciting change in plans! A garden party at Mrs. Bracewell's! Yes, I know, I know! Well, control yourself my dear, of course you are coming. Give Maria a call and she will fill you in. Thanks, and we still will have our little long overdue evening after the party, so save yourself sweet sissy. It may be a very long night. Say, 'Thank you Mistress' and be about your way! Good girl!"

Now turning to me with the smile of a cat that just eaten the goldfish, "Ah, Dani, what fun we shall have. I can't wait. Now, on to more serious topics: you, school, and our kinky little band. I know you have a ton of questions. My, but you certainly did devour your goo. I gather the taste of texture now is quite appealing to you, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mummy it is," I blushed, "but it is actually quite embarrassing as I think you know exactly what it looks, feels and tastes like."

"Of course I do, even though it has been a long time since I tasted the real thing. I would only do such things for your father. No other man will ever have me in such ways. Perhaps, that is a place to start our little chat. Would you like to hear how all this wonderful little world came into being and how you might fit in?"

"Yes, Mummy, I would like that very much."

"Well, Dani, I started life out as a bit of a wild rebel. I spent my junior year at Wellesley in Europe, and it was there that I met Johnny, Electra and DeeDee and, more importantly, your father. I returned late in the following year as a young bride and met the Countess. We all became fast friends and remain very much so to this day.

"You now know enough to understand that what it means to say that I was your father's complete submissive. However, only he could have dominated me, no other man, or person for that matter, ever shall again. Dani, I wish you could have known him better. He was a man amongst men. And a true gentleman in a world filled with far lesser specimen.

"I also know that Heather, as well as dear Johnny, have filled you in on some of these details."

"Why, Mummy, why did Daddy insist that I grow up as a boy when you all thought that I was a sissy?"

"Dani, that goes to his character. He loved the games we all play and was a true master of them. Much of why and how the Group was formed was based upon his principals. It seems terribly complex, but is actually quite simply. We simply value the individual and respect alternative choices. Such choices should only be made with full information and full, free consent of the parties. He thought that you should reach the age of eighteen before entering this peculiar little world we dwell in, especially when it came to such possible permanent changes as becoming a sissy. Since then the age matter has been codified into the Group's rules.

However, and it is a big 'however,' the individual must respect the privacy and individual rights of the group. These were the simple principals of your father.

"To make a long history short, the Countess and your father devised the organization that we have today. Formal membership in the Group is limited to no more that four hundred people. Each potential member is carefully screened for health, character and financial stability. Most have little or no true understanding of the Group until they are about to become members. Given the level of wealth and prominence of most members, security is obviously of paramount importance."

"Servants fall under similar, but often more stringent supervision and may be dealt with even more harshly. Some, like Maria, Anna and Cook are actually special members, but others, for example the Countesses' staff, are not and are very closely monitored."

"Mummy, is that where your 'Order' fits in?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetie, it is. Shortly after your father died, we foolishly expanded the Group too fast and without adequate attention to security. It was a very near thing that we all were not publicly revealed. After that, we went deeply underground and reformed the Group in essentially the lines it exists under today.

The Order was formed simply to maintain 'order' and security within the Group. If required, the Order has the power to utterly destroy an offending member or servant. This is an absolute condition that one must accept to enter. It has happened several times and the examples of the offenders' punishments serve as reminders to all members.

"You must carefully consider this in your decision. Even I cannot protect you, and the punishment accorded to young sissies is particularly harsh and horrible."

"May I ask what it is, Mummy?" I said with a somewhat quivering voice.

"Typically the sissy is sold into slavery and disappears, often after undergoing significant, and often grotesque, surgery to make her completely untraceable. There are numerous very willing buyers located in North Africa and the Far East."

"Oh, I see," I muttered, genuinely shocked.

"It is the way it must be to protect the Group, Dani. It is not especially nice, but extremely effective. For those of us who lived through the near exposure years ago, it is completely understandable and totally justified.

"The Order also supervises safety within the Group. As you know first hand, there are many practices involving bondage, discipline and even mental torture through humiliation and such. These, too, must be kept within safe bounds without causing any real harm, physical or mental, to members. Although considered less dire than a security breach, such matters are taken quite seriously. True sadists need not apply."

"As a sissy, frankly, you need the protection of the Order. New members, such as you may be, typically have mentors or guardians for at least their first few years. This is especially true for young sissies such as yourself. Once accepted as a sissy, your growth must be carefully monitored for your own protection.

"In several years, of course, you may elect to live as an independent woman, apart from the Group's activities, but you will always be bound by your vow of secrecy. If you will, a virtual *L'Huis Clos*.

"This brings me to my second topic, your sissification. As you must have deduced, the entire past week was carefully planned, as are today's events. Each little adventure was aimed at having you experience a slightly different element of the sissy lifestyle. Specific scenes were tailored based upon how you reacted to prior encounters. For example, you gave early and strong indications of an interest in bondage. You also became somewhat of a narcissistic exhibitionist. That as well was developed. Today's adventures will be contrasting. The first, utterly sissy; the second, stunningly slutty. Both will give you more understanding as to your preferences.

"As they say, one may lead a horse to water, but he can't make him drink it. For many years, I didn't lead you to the water, but merely made sure it was there. This past week we have led you to various troughs. Today you will visit two more.

"So then, tomorrow morning, you shall make your decision -- not that I think it is will take all that much debate within the confines of your somewhat scattered sissy brain," Mummy knowingly giggled.

"And not really to bribe you, but to interest you further, your little endurance performance last night earned me a considerable amount of money –- more than enough to purchase a cute little sports car for my sissy daughter this summer. Note that I said, 'sissy daughter!' I would never allow an irresponsible boy to drive such a machine! Just another little thing for you to consider, my dear.

"Do you have any questions, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mummy, a couple I guess. One, I thought that it would be at the end of my vacation that I had to make up my mind. Why is it now tomorrow?"

"Dani, at one level, I want to have time to work with you and enjoy you after you have made your decision. Also, you may need some decompression space before you return to school. But more importantly, you simply have progressed at a rate that even I could not imagined. Thus, I have planned a very intense day for you, and we shall see where it all shakes out in the morning."

"Also, Mummy, must I return to boarding school? How can I looking like this? My titties are growing at an alarming rate, I'm hairless from my plucked eyebrows down and I have some type of permanent makeup all over my face -- and even my nipples!" Tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Besides, I really like looking like this and really want my titties to grow!"

"Oh, Dani, you forgot about your cute little blond bob hairdo and the totally swishy mannerisms you've adopted," Mummy teasingly giggled. Not to mention a world-class libido and more than a few fetish kinks let loose! Yes, you are now a total sissy! And today shall demonstrate exactly how much so.

"This was my final promise to your father and it shall be done. That is final. However, as you should expect, we do have a plan.

"First, it was by no accident that I insisted you get a single room this year.

"Second, we are going to arrange a little staged 'mishap' before you return to school that will require you to wear back and neck braces and forgo all athletics.

"Third, I think you will find a new 'friend' and guardian in Dr. Phipps, the headmaster. He is a long-standing member of the Group and is most fond of sissy boys. I am sure that you will manage find a way to 'thank' him for the care and cover he will provided on your behalf.

"Does that seem better? Plus it's less than three months and you need the time to develop more fully, which time we shall not waste.

"On a more mundane level, your hair will be toned down in color and slightly altered to a more acceptable boy style, whilst still allowing it to grown longer over the period of time. The makeup is more problematic. For the next few weeks you will have to cover the remains of it with skin neutral makeup. It is somewhat long lasting, but not the type used by the other girls, which really is practically permanent. You will just have to live with your pierced ears; it isn't that uncommon these days for boys."

"I guess, Mummy, but why can't I just stay here and, as you say, 'develop?'"

"Dani, I will not hear you whine about it again! You will go back in obedience to both your late father and me! Period!"

"Okay, Mummy, I'm sorry, but I am just so happy right now being a sissy."

"Dani, you will always be a sissy. It simply is what you are. Even when you blossom out like Heather and appear to all the world as a beautiful woman, you will still be a sissy -- much as Heather still is.

"Anyway, as I said, the time will not be wasted. Your back brace is really a cleverly disguised corset that will improve both your waistline and deportment. The neck brace will also help in your deportment, but more importantly, it will conceal the one cosmetic change I wish to make in your otherwise flawless beauty. I am going to have your Adam's apple shaved down, and it will take several weeks for the incision to heal properly and without any scarring.

"During the week you will be required to visit a doctor for 'therapy' for your injury. Actually that time will be taken up with continued beauty treatments and further dance and deportment lessons."

"May I ask what beauty treatments, Mummy?"

"Of course, dear, your body hair will be permanently removed by both laser and electrolysis. Your head's hair will be treated and maintained so that it grows in a healthy, luxurious manner. The tittie treatments will continue as well as skin softening treatments once your nasty boy hair is a matter of history. You will also be required to hone you makeup skills.

"I will visit you several times, taking you away for weekends where you may dress to your heart's content. I certainly would not be surprised if Dr. Phipps didn't have a weekend or two planned for you.

"There now, sweetie, have we covered that subject fully?"

"Yes, Mummy dear, I guess it is as good as it can be under the circumstances."

"Good, now kiss Mummy and first report to the infirmary where one of the cabin boys will draw some blood. He is a certified paramedic, don't worry. We need a sample to stage your girl juice. Then run down to the salon cabin so you can be made beautiful for Mummy."

I kissed her and was off, not only greatly relieved that at least I wouldn't be a complete fool back at school, but also reconsidering Dr. Phipps. He really was similar to several of the older Alpha Males I had met during the past week. "Hmmm," I thought, "This might not be *all* that bad!"

Arriving at the salon I found a veritable beehive of activity. A third salon chair had been added and Maria, Anna and even Stevie were busily at work. Maria was working on DeeDee, who reigned as Queen amongst the sissies.

"Well," I recalled to myself, "this is a really big day for her, meeting her 'intended,' Sir John the Divine."

Anna was just finishing up with Millicent who looked somewhat different -- more a professional woman than maid. Stevie was finishing combing out Raquel, who looked also very businesslike.

"Ah, Dani, good morning sweetie," Maria said. "It seems as if we have a full house this morning. Give us a moment here. Miss Anna is almost done with Millicent, and then you may sit in her place. Cook, Stevie and I have to depart soon after we land to tend to business at Sir John's, so time is short. You will be under the charge of Miss Anna today. I trust that you a good sissy and tended to all your morning preparations?"

"Yes, Miss Maria, I douched, shaved, bathed, washed my hair and creamed myself properly," I replied.

"Good girl," Maria replied. "Please remove your nightie and put on a salon robe. When you sit down, Anna with help you with your tittie pumps. I understand tomorrow is your big decision day.

"Ladies, can you stand the mystery which way the sissy will go?" she heartily laughed.

"If she chooses to live as boy," sneered Raquel, "it will mean a lifetime sentence to dressing in drag! Dani, sweet sissy, you take the expression 'Prissy Pouf' to an entirely new level!"

The entire salon giggled at my expense, but somehow it really no longer mattered. I knew and quite liked exactly who and what I was. So, without thinking, I did what came into my mind first -- I struck the most lip-wristed femme pose I could, stuck out my tongue, and said, "Whoo-Hoo, Dani is a sissy, Dani is a sissy! And she loves being just that! So there!"

Everyone but Raquel roared with laughter. Raquel seemed a little irritated, but Queen DeeDee quickly ended the matter by saying, "And we all love you for just being that, Dani!"

Raquel, now finished, got up from her chair, looked quickly at DeeDee, and said, "Well, I know you are in for a couple of big days, Dani. I hope you took no offense to my little jibe."

I swished over to her, perfectly curtsied, and said, "None taken, Mistress, such is a sissy's life."

"Very gracious, Dani," she replied, "but today I dare say you shall discover even more, far more, about a sissy's life. Despite that little learning curve, you really are the quintessential prissy sissy. You naturally out 'Heather,' even Heather -- and that, my dear, is saying a whole lot in this ultra-selective kinky little world!

"Men, incredibility powerful and rich men, will melt before you, and you will not really understand why. The irony is, although born male, you have more raw femininity in your little finger than most genetic females have in their entire bodies. Yes, my dear, you will do very well in your sissy life.

"Actually, now that I am atop my soapbox, let me explain that I actually do harbor some resentment to true sissies such as Heather, Stevie and Millicent and, most certainly you. You all make it so natural, so easy.

"For me, it was not always so. Certainly, I am also a sissy within some definitions, but I will soon be a complete transsexual, a step few of you sissies give a whit about. However, I, too, am comfortable within my own skin, but in an entirely different world. I compete with real men as my husband's investment banking partner, and love it. Never the less, I need to be completely female -- something that rarely occurs to you sissies simply because you are truly female is most respects.

"The offending 'bits and pieces' between my legs disgust me. To you, they merely are just there. The most masculine of parts are seemingly inconsequential to both you and your lovers.

"Dani, you may well be the most beautiful sissy anybody -- and I meant 'anybody' in a very elite universe -- has even seen. But, you remain unaffected by it. That is both to your credit and will accrue to your successes in this life. Oh, yeah, and also to the lucky son-of-a-bitch who finally lands you too!

"What all this means, is that we are different people. Yes, on one level, I resent, and so shall a lot of other 'girls like us,' your easy presence, but I am comfortable with it and, as I am with Heather, I want to be your friend. Can we hug and make up? As long as you don't ruin my makeup that is! ...just kidding, girlfriend!" she chuckled.

We hugged. Then DeeDee came over and hugged both of us, nodding her approval at Raquel. Needless to say, we all cried and makeup was ruined. DeeDee epitomized a true diva, Raquel still had a small way to go. I, myself, could care less about being a diva, I simply was a sissy -- and damn happy to be just that!

"Stevie," DeeDee stated, "please come back and help me dress, then you may report to Miss Maria for further instructions. I'll see you ladies and sissies up on deck as we land, I trust."

Once the cabin had cleared out, I sat down in Anna's stylist chair and she began her work in earnest. She attached only nipple suction cylinders, and they were slightly broader in their 'grasp,' taking my entire areola up into the tube. The suction and stimulation seemed somewhat harsher than usual. Unconcerned with my thoughts, Anne was at my hair, putting it in much smaller rollers than usual.

When she saw my eyes staring at them, she said, "Dani, today your mother wants you to dress as her little sissy son, not daughter."

Seeing me fret, she added, "Oh, sissy, do not be so alarmed. You dressed as a sissy boy for your coming out party and loved it. Do not fret, your outfit is divinely swishy and will well please your mother, not to mention the other ladies and sissies who will be attending the party."

A thought crossed my mind and I asked, "Miss Anna, wasn't Heather to be dressing with me as a sissy today?"

"Dani, Heather is a true sissy girl and a married one at that. She has been a full member of the Group for over five years. She most often dresses herself, but today your mother and she are dressing together. She shall come to the party as a sissy, but as an older, more responsible girl. You, Dani, are still a sissy boy until such time as you formally declare otherwise. And that you may not do until tomorrow."

After placing the drier cap on me, she began working my makeup. From the start of an almost white foundation, I could tell that this was going to be an over-the-top prissy sissy look. Pale, sparkly blue and pink were the selected tones. My eye shadow was a sparkly combination of iridescent white and baby blue, which perfectly contrasted with my blue-toned eyeliner, mascara and brow shade. She applied four coats of mascara to give me ultra long lashes that shimmer with blue highlights. My eyes looked innocent and awe-struck.

"Well, I thought, "perfect for a sissy, anyway. No real woman would be caught dead wearing such tones and colors."

My lipstick was the "kissing all day" type having the same frosted, iridescent tone but of a white and bright pink color blend. Just as Maria and she did the morning Heather and I went to the airport to greet Mummy, a little stencil was used to create a sissy cheek blush design. However, this one was not round; it was heart shaped! The color matched the bright pink in my lips and sparkled in the light.

However, if my face was shocking, my hair was worse. It was combed out into a boy's style -- wavy and swishy sissy, but nonetheless, 'boy's!' My jaw dropped and Anna giggled.

"Dani, my how far you have come. A week ago you would have squirted in your panties to look this pretty! Here, I have a pretty bow for you hair and cute little dainty earrings. They should make it all better!"

Of course, it made it worse.

The bow was baby blue satin with white lace and little flowers. It covered most of the top rear of my head. Two satin ribbon streamers went down in the rear to my shoulders. The bow simply emphasized my boyish hair wave in front whilst shouting 'sissy' to the world!

The earrings were dangly little blue plastic hearts with little bells suspended in their middles. The bells made quite an audible ring when I moved.

"Ah, we are making progress," Anna said, "now for your sissy outfit! Let me remove your nipple pumps and the please take off your smock and move over to the dressing area by the lacing bar. Your outfit today is actually quite simple -- it's all those girlie thing that take time, you know."

I frowned and went, which got me a surprisingly hard smack on my bum.

"Enough moping, Dani. A sissy is a sissy is a sissy! This afternoon you are to be a sissy boy. And a perfect sissy boy you will be if you know what's good for you. Just the mention of Beatrice Bracewell's name turns most sissies' faces ashen with fear. Add to that your mother's name, and they just might collapse into a faint, the poor dears!

Tonight you will be something else altogether, that I can promise you!" Adding a second smack to my exposed derriere, Anna commanded, "Now move it, sissy boy! This afternoon you are to be the prissiest, pansy-est, simpering little pouf boy on the face of the Earth!"

Commencing her work, Anna announced, "The lingerie is limited, only a bra and knee high stockings. First the bra, isn't it just darling?"

It was a training bra with its center cut out to display my nipples, which now I noticed where huge from the pumping! It was white silk with little baby blue flowers embroidered about each cup and up and down its broad ruffled straps. Little baby blue bows were sewn between the cups and at the ends of each strap. The fit was surprisingly tight. It really did not make my titties particularly stand out, but rather forced each distended nipple and areola to protrude forward in a most obvious, almost obscene manner.

The stockings were sheer white stretch that folded over just below the knee to create a three inch ruffle and lace finish. Pinned to the outside of each was a huge baby blue satin bow with two four-inch streamers.

Little lacey fold-over ankle socks finished my hosiery. A quite thick baby blue plastic anklet with letters spelling "s-i-s-s-y-b-o-y" was wrapped about my right ankle.

"Mmm, we are making progress," Anna gushed. "Well, for someone so distressed by your pretty sissy boy look, your stiff peenie certainly doesn't mind!" she teased. "And, don't even think about letting that little thingie squirt, Dani!"

She pulled the sheerest confection of a transparent baby blue-toned organza and lace blouse up my arms and smoothed it across my front. It had huge short balloon sleeves ending in a tight hem with thick lace and ribbon trim.

As she drew the short bodice tighter, Anna whispered, "Oh, sissy, tell me that you don't like this! Feel it rub your nipples. Mmmm, yes, the sissy likes that very much, doesn't he, or should it be she? See how it hangs down just past your little sissy titties. People could just reach up and pinch those cute little nipples -- just like this!"

She did and I could only moan.

The texture of the fabric was heavenly torment against my tender engorged nipples. It even got better as Anna finished fastening the tiny pearl buttons up its back to my hairline. Its neck, with stays in it to keep it upright, extended tightly all the way up to frame my face about my jaw line. Frilly lace at the top framed my almost doll-like face.

Next were the shorts. Again surprised, they were not the satin pouf type I expected. They had an extremely high waist and were baby blue -- no shock there, but they were made from a shiny stretch material and would be very tight fitting. The ends of the legs were finished off in thick lace and ribbons that matched my blouse's sleeve endings. Their lining was luscious white silk that sensuously slide over my hairless legs as Anna pulled them up.

Nor was I shocked by the fact that there was a peenie hole for my clitty, but I was interested that not one, but two white satin and lace peenie petals were built in to it. Around the hole and its smaller peenie-only petal, there was a second, larger petal sewn into the short's fabric. The larger petal would draw attention to my little teapot's dilemma and further my humiliation.

Anna zipped up the shorts from a zipper that started in between my legs and traveled up the valley between my derriere to end at the top of the high waist. I could tell that the spandex fabric and rear fastening was lifting and displaying my aft sissy charms in a most provocative and humiliating manner.

Anna whispered in my ear, "Sissy the zipper is double ended so your little cheeks may be exposed at any time for a spanking or lord only knows what. Isn't that just so special? So vulnerable! So humiliating! So utterly Mummy's sissy-boy!"

I could feel my facial cheeks burn. However, I also felt my little peenie twitch.

The shorts' tight high waist ended just below my rib cage, which pulled my tummy and mid-drift in with in. A thin row of white lace and ruffles extended about the upper seam. The frilly blouse hung down from my pointy nipples to cover only the first inch of the high waist.

After adjusting my teapot about the very tight hole and peenie petal, Anna tied a shiny silver bell just under my little peenie head with pink satin ribbons.

In the mirror I could see that the inside petal was smaller than I was used to. It covered only my peenie, and then only the bottom half when I was stiff, which I certainly was at the time and would continue to be as the satin and lace teased my clitty without mercy!

My little purse with its two bee bee's hung beneath the petal. Anna snapped a tiny satin and lace covered metal manacle with hitching ring at the base of my silk purse that caused my little tessies to protrude forward, completely exposed.

The outside petal was virtually a huge neon sign and the ringing clitty bell a clarion call to draw attention to my plight.

"Time for shoes, sashes and gloves and then we are all but done, my little flower," cooed Anna.

The shoes were satin covered baby blue Mary Janes with full five inch heels. Huge satin bows adorned each toe. The waist sash was a broad piece made from my blouse's fabric and white satin that covered my entire mid-drift and finished in a really huge broad padded bow in back. The bow was pre-made and the sash cleverly hooked with that familiar locking 'click' at the base of the bow. Ribbons, not doubt reinforced, hung down from each side of the sash.

Anna 'clicked' a second 'sash' of similar design about my neck. The bow was in front and, although narrower, extended at least two feet, tip to tip.

"Oh, my," I thought, "more bondage?" as my clitty twitched once again. I spotted small metal "D" rings on either side. "Ut-Oh!"

"We have special sissy boy training gloves for you today, Dani. Hold out your right hand please," Anna ordered rather than requested.

As I slipped on the white lace glove, I discovered the true nature of the garment. The four fingers were sewn together and the index finger's tip was sewn to the thumb's tip. A delicate chiffon blue and white hankie was attached where my thumb and index finger met.

The lace appeared delicate, but was incredibility strong and tight. The glove ended in lace ruffles about my wrists. Not surprisingly, the reinforced ruffles concealed a thin manacle of the type I had worn so frequently lately. Also, again not to my surprise, a white satin reinforced ribbon extended from the wrist.

Before snapping me shut, Anna inserted a white plastic band under my palm and wrist that was curved at a forty-degree angle that forced my hand to bend downward. When Anna snapped the cuff shut with the dreaded 'click,' the insert married with the manacle, and my hand was bound downward in the classic limp-wristed sissy pose.

"Isn't this just the most divine sissy bondage device ever!" Anna enthused. "Don't even think of trying to get out. The lace is made from military grade Gortex. We wanted to use it last night, but only had a couple a prototype ones in inventory. You shall be the first even sissy to field test it! Aren't you honored? Isn't this all sooo exciting?"

"Lucky me," I sneered in my 'big' head. However, my 'little' head begged to differ, and was twitching to the point of complete distraction, if not leaking.

The process was repeated for my left hand with the only exception being a tiny sissy handbag replaced the hankie. My frosted pink long nails looked just perfect under the white lace.

"Only three things left sweetie. Then we are off the main deck to meet your mother and the others," Maria said.

The first was to truss me up. The ribbons from my waist sash were tied in large pretty, but oh-so-firm, bows just above my elbows, bringing in my elbows next to my waist. Then the ribbons from my wrists were attached to "D" rings on either side of my neck bow's collar. Together with the cunning limp-wrist-making gloves, I was helplessly bound in the most classic prissy sissy-boy pose imaginable.

The second task was to attach a reinforced satin leash to my tessie ring.

The third was a huge blue and white satin and lace bow that was attached via hidden snaps over my second, broader peenie petal. The leash snaked out from under its bottom.

"The bow is only to not have your arrested before you get to the party, sissy. You had better mind keeping it in place. Can you just imagine what would happen to a little sissy cumquat like you in jail? Oh my, it's too horrible to even think about! Well, at least for now..."

"Now sissy, I need you to vamp for the camera, which should not be difficult for you. Come over before the big mirror and start looking at yourself."

Shortly thereafter, the camera started flashing. "Yes, you are such a predicable little sissy slut, Dani. Let's take off your little clitty 'modesty' bow so everyone can see your cute little peenie."

After a few more pictures, she reattached the modesty bow and grasped my leash With a firm tug on the leash, we were off.

I quickly learned not to dally in my response to commands from this leash. No easy feat given the considerable difficulty walking in the very high heels and impossible arm bondage, all of which forced me into a caricature of the classic simpering, swishing pansy-nancy-prissy sissy-boy.

We arrived on deck and proceeded towards the others waiting for the yacht to dock. I quite openly sighed. Every woman was a study is raw beauty, perfectly presently. Mummy and Heather were off to one side overlooking the Caribbean Sea.

Mummy was stunning in a soft ash colored linen mid calf pencil skirt and a soft-flowing chiffon multi-pastel blouse with a large soft bow at the neck. The blouse revealed a fine silk ash camisole beneath. The blouse's wide sleeves ended in long tight pearl-buttoned cuffs. Her mane of luxurious blond hair was done up in a high bouffant style, adding a regal nature to her look.

She accessorized with fine kidskin ash-gray shoes, belt and. The gold clasp of her belt was a large stylized emblem of the Order. Broad-linked gold necklace and matching bracelet completed her outfit. She was, indeed, the very epitome of pure feminine elegance and beauty.

Next to her was Heather in a light pink chiffon sundress that had a much younger, pre-teen appearance. Heather's hair was a mini bouffant style matching Mummy's, but included a pink satin ribbon just behind her front hairline, giving her a young daughter appearance next to Mummy.

Her high waisted dress had thin lace-covered straps running from its low front to its low back. Her titties were clearly braless and stood out under the sheer fabric as the pert little girlie mounds that I knew them to be. Its waist was a wide pink satin ribbon that tied in a broad bow in back. The skirt flared out over light lace petticoats to end mid thigh. About an inch of lace petticoating showed beyond the dress' hemline. In one hand she head a tiny pink silk handbag, in the other she held the cutest pink and white lace parasol I had ever seen.

As a breeze caught her skirt, I noticed she had on matching tiny panties and garter belt made from sheer white silk and delicate pink lace trim, which perfectly matched her white lace stockings and three inch pink patent mary janes. Her jewelry was thin strands of pearls about her neck, ankle and wrist with match earrings and rings.

At the other side, almost hanging over the railing, were DeeDee and Stevie. Stevie, wearing a modest, for her, black and white day maid's outfit, had a large pair of binoculars over her eyes, studying what appeared to be the dock where we were to land.

DeeDee was every bit as elegant as Mummy, but with decidedly more sexual overtones. Her blond hair also swept back to form a glorious mane, but with a carefully constructed, slightly lose, sexy manner. Her face seemed to radiate through its beyond-perfect makeup.

The dress she wore was also pure perfection. The fabric, itself, seemed alive in the soft breeze and clung to every soft curve of her slender magnificent body. It, like Mummy's, was a soft chiffon, but with pink pastels over white but cut entirely differently. Dignified, at least upon first inspection, like Mummy, but with each movement it suggested sex. The cut was a von Furstenberg-type three-quarter sleeve wrap that created a wonderful, sensuous accent about her bosoms.

From recent experience, I could tell that she was wearing a quarter bra from the manner in which her breasts were gathered and displayed with nipples clearly protruding. As the breeze opened the skirt, her white ultra-sheer nylons and thin lace garters appeared. On her feet were white five-inch strappy heels with tiny thongs wrapped about her ankles.

"And I thought I was a sex kitten the other night!" I whispered to myself. "That woman wouldn't speak, she'd purr!"

In the center were Electra, Raquel and Millicent, looking as if they were about to attend a very high-level, terribly important business meeting.

Not surprisingly, Raquel and Electra were dressed in severe, perfectly tailored black business suits. Their flowing manes of jet-black hair flowed back with every hair inexplicably perfectly in place, despite the sea and boat's breeze. Notched-collars of their crisply starched white blouses covered the interior of their lapels. Beneath their tight knee high skirts, long silky seamed black stockings extended down to high stiletto black patent heels. Each carried a small mini notebook-type portfolio. They accessorized much like Mummy with wide black belts bearing the emblem of each woman's position within The Order together with chucky chain bracelets, again with an Order emblem pendant.

What did surprise me was the meek, submissive maid-Millicent! She, as well, was dressed in a business suit, although one more fitting to a sexy young personal assistant. She appeared, young, scrubbed and perfectly groomed -- blond hair in a perfectly set and sprayed pageboy, makeup flawlessly understated.

Her suit was beige linen, perfectly tailored and modestly styled. Its short dirndl skirt ended mid thigh and double breasted short jacket went from her waist to a closed neck. On her were legs opaque white stockings and on her feet matching linen-covered three inch heels. Her modest jewelry included pearl studs, bracelet, necklace and ring. She carried a much larger portfolio that no doubt included a larger laptop and whatever papers her superiors might require.

She was indeed the model PA and seemed to glow with her new role. The manner in which she looked at Raquel with absolute adoration suggested that something of a sea change has occurred within the past twelve hours. Before, Millicent had been content and even happy with her new relationship. Now it was considerable more.

"God help the poor bastards sitting on the opposite side of the negotiating table!" I thought.

Breaking everyone's personal thoughts, including mine, Anna announced, "Mistress Constance, may I present your sissy son? Isn't he just adorable?"

Mummy and Heather turned to face Anna and me. I attempted to curtsey, but could only manage a bob given my circumstances. A sly smile broke out across Mummy's face. Heather could barely suppress a bad bout of the giggles.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the business trio turning towards me. DeeDee and Stevie were oblivious, far more concerned with our approach to land.

However, what initially met me was silence. Then my over the stratospheric top appearance came home to roost. I turned beet red and totally panicked!

"Ooooh my Gooooddd," I flapped my bound arms, twisted my body and squealed in a surprisingly high girlie voice, "I just can't help being such a sissy! Oh, my! Oh, my! Whatever shall I do? What...ever shall I do?"

I really did not mean it that way, I just knew it came out entirely the wrong way. The silence lingered for another five or so nanoseconds, which to me seemed at least a couple of eons. Then everyone, including the very preoccupied DeeDee and Stevie, broke into hysterical laughter. Even Electra and Raquel had to hold their sides. Mummy turned her face out to sea with her shoulders shaking.

"Talk about an entrance!" I thought.

Finally managing to collect herself, Mummy said, "Thank you, Anna, dear, will you tie her lead to the railing so she won't run away? Sissy boys can be so unpredictable, you know."

With this very disciplined and controlled collection of people, not a one could complete a sentence without again breaking out in uncontrolled laughter. Suffice it to report that most began with, "I cannot believe what a sissy..."

The attention changed abruptly when word came over the announcement system.

"Ladies, this is the bridge, we are fifteen minutes from landing. Sir John's car is observed on the dock."

Every eye turned to DeeDee. She almost ripped poor Stevie's head off grabbing the binoculars.

"Well, the Rolls is there, but where is my man?" she pouted. I hope he made it back to the island in time. Oh, what if he's late – or changed his mind?"

Mummy soothed her by saying, "DeeDee, calm yourself sweetie. We just passed into the inner harbor, and, besides, the Johnny we have known and loved for twenty-odd years is not going to stand you up."

"More to the point," Electra offered. "if he doesn't marry you, I personally will see him off as the Countess' next gelding! This is not a boatload of women to be fucked with -- well, in that way at least," she chuckled.

The tension for the moment was broken and everyone laughed. Stevie recovered both her neck and the binoculars and began observing the dock once again.

"Oh, a door's opening," Stevie announced. "Easy, Mistress, it's only Big Jim, his chauffer. But he has a pair of binoculars and is looking at us!

"Good gracious, he is big! He must be a wonderful 'driver!'" she added, which got another tension relieving chuckle from all.

"DeeDee, it's good to see that your downstairs staff will get along so well," Mummy laughed.

"Rear door's opening! Wait, yes, it's Sir John, and with a huge bouquet of roses!" Stevie yelled, this time quickly removing the neck strap and handing the binoculars to her mistress.

DeeDee carefully looked into the instrument, mindful not to ruin her eye makeup. "Oh, there my boy is! Sooo handsome," she sighed. "Oops, he's taking Big Jim's binoculars! Stevie, here, please take these back. I have to pose at bit here."

Electra gave a slight frown of disbelief over DeeDee's acting like a smitten teenage girl, but then just smiled and chuckled to herself. Heather hugged Mummy and said, "Isn't it just wonderful!"

DeeDee both managed to both strike a pose next to railing and find a convenient breeze to open up her dress. I marveled at her cool knowing that, in fact, she really was like a smitten schoolgirl.

A little later, the boat's fenders gently touched the pier. DeeDee now was waiving at Sir John, who gallantly bowed to her.

In short order the boat's mooring was made secure, and the gangway was raised up. Everyone, well everyone else who could, went to DeeDee for a final hug, the last being Stevie.

"Sweet sissy girlfriend," DeeDee said, "I will see you back at Sir John's estate. Maria, Cook and you may actually beat me there. I have a few plans for my boy in the meantime!

"Well, ladies, 'showtime!' Stevie, is everything in place?"

Stevie primped her Mistress's hair and makeup a bit and rearranged her dress for maximum effectiveness; DeeDee took a deep breath and proceeded down the gangway.

The lead runway model at the best Paris fashion show could not have equaled DeeDee's strut down the gangway. It was pure feminine poetry in motion -- graceful poise mixed with cat-like sex appeal.

Completely out of his Alpha Male character, Sir John's jaw dropped in awe of her approach.

"Color that one 'gone'", I thought.

Coming to his senses, if not his libido, Sir John rushed forward to embrace his bride to be. And what an embrace! The kiss must have lasted three minute, during which time every eye on board had teared up. Hugs and sighs abounded.

DeeDee and Sir John entered his car and Big Jim shut the door, sealing the lovebirds off behind the tinted glass. Moments later the Rolls exited the pier.

Maria and Anna went about the women to touch up makeup.

"How long?" asked Electra.

"Knowing DeeDee," Mummy chuckled, "he will be in her before they clear the harbor,".

"A hundred quid they don't make it off the bloody pier!" laughed Raquel.

"You know, dear friends," Electra reflected, "our sister may play this a little more coolly than we all think. Her little 'ladies' luncheon dress is masterfully engineered to drive a man slowly crazy with lust. I just bet out little rocket scientist has this all figured out down to the last little decimal point, or perhaps diamond point, I should say.

"Now, does anyone wish to wager on the diamond's size?"

"Five plus for the main stone, lord only knows about the other stones," replied Raquel.

"Well, if it's five carats before lunch, it will be ten carats after lunch," laughed Mummy.

"Miss Electra and Miss Raquel," announced Millicent, "I see our limousine is here."

"Thank you, Millicent, dear," Electra replied. "Raquel, let's go de-ball some arrogant little piss-ant men!"

The three ladies departed, each with a confident smile and eager for what I was sure would be very much a one-way contest.

As Maria finished up repairing her face, Mummy turned to me and said, "Ah, Dani, we do have an interesting afternoon planned. Stevie, dear, do you see Mrs. Bracewell's carriage?"

"Not in front, Ma'am," Stevie responded. "Oh, there it is at the head of the dock. Oh my, what a beautiful open carriage!

"Ma'am, I think there's a prohibition against livestock on the pier. I'm afraid that you will have to walk down the pier to meet it."

"Well that certainly is not a problem for Heather and me. Dani will just have to tag along on his lead," Mummy replied. "Okay, Heather are you set? Anna, will you please hand me Dani's leash and we shall be off!

"What grand fun, a stroll down the pier followed by a slow carriage ride through the city, and then an elegant sissy lawn party! Dani, dear, you must be so excited!"

 

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