Author's note: 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 came 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. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!
Dani's Story
Book III – Decisions
Chapter VII – The Eighth Day, Part II
by sissystevie
I stirred gently, so content to be in Mummy's soft arms, basking in a serenity entirely new to me. I was now where I always should have been. 'Comfortable in my own skin' came to mind.
After our wonderful day, sleep had come almost immediately. This time it was simply mother and daughter napping together. I knew we had reached a new order in our lives - a place that seemed to be our destiny. Now we should simply enjoy it.
Just as I snuggled back into Mummy's soft shoulder, there was a knock on the cabin door. Not wishing to bother Mummy, I slid out of bed, grabbed my robe and went to the door. It was Mimi, Celine's sissy maid.
"Miss Daphne, good evening," she squeaked as she dipped into a perfect curtsey. "This is your wake up call. Is there anything I may do for Mistress Constance or you?"
"Mimi, it's so nice to have you here. Thank you for waking us, but I think we are fine for now. I have to get down to the salon, and I'm not sure of Mummy's plans."
"Very well, Miss Daphne, Miss Anna wishes you to know that the salon is now free. Lady Homequests is finished and she and Lord Homequest left for a social engagement."
"Thank you, Mimi, please tell her that I will be down shortly." I responded.
Returning to the bed, I leaned down and gently kissed Mummy on her cheek.
"Mmmm, Daphne, what a wonderful way to wake up. Was that Mimi's voice I heard?'
"Yes, Mummy it was. I guess she's here to help Anna. Lord only knows Anna can use it. The salon is free, and I feel I should get down there to ease Anna's workload. Is there anything I may do for you?"
Mummy reached up and lightly kissed me and said, "Nothing other than just being my darling daughter. Run along, sweetie, I'll join you shortly after I take my bath here. Please send Mimi back. Let's see how good a lady's maid she is."
I smiled at Mummy and headed down a deck to the beauty salon.
"Good evening Anna," I sang out as I walked into the salon. "I need an extra dose of your magic this evening."
"Well, aren't we the cheery sissy! Being 'Daphne' must appeal to you." Anna replied.
"Indeed it does, indeed it does! Oh, Anna, do you know where Mimi is? Mummy wants her to tend to her bath in the master stateroom."
"She returned to the galley, I will call her and let her know. She drew you a nice bath down here, it's waiting for you. I dare say 'Daphne' must know all the girly things required."
I smiled and hummed my way to and into the bath. It was delicious.
When I returned to the main salon, Anna was gossiping on the phone with Maria, who had returned to Sir John's estate as soon as the yacht docked.
I heard the end of her chat.
"Yes, Maria, she seems to be a gem. Beatrice Bracewell sure can train them. I suspect that Ms. Connie's taking her for a little test spin right about now," Anna giggled. "Because of her, I will be able to slip out after everyone is off to the party. Anyway, we only have the Homequests, Ms. Connie and Daphne on board this evening - plus, of course, whomever they drag back for play.
"Yes, I miss you too. Oh, here's Daphne now. Time to work. Bye-bye."
Turning to me with a big smile, she asked, "Did you have a pleasant bath, sweetie?"
"I did indeed, Anna. When you see Maria, please send her my best. I would like to personally thank her for all she did for me during the past week - well, all except that infernal 'distress dress!'" I giggled.
"I shall, now into the chair, we have a lot of work to do. I'll leave your nails for Mimi, so let's get to work on your hair. I think long a dramatic for that wonderful new dress of yours."
As I sat down, and Anna attached the familiar tittie stimulators and pumps on me before draping me in a pink wrap.
As she was working, Anna added, "You should have seen Heather trying to find out what you were going to wear this evening. It was a sight. I have never seen her so interested."
"Oh my God, Anna, I hope you didn't tell or show her anything!" I said.
"No, sweetie, you secret was safe with Mimi and me. That might well be the sexiest sissy dress I have ever seen. I don't say this lightly, but you may even eclipse your mother this evening, and that, my dear, is a monumental feat! But please don't tell her I said that!"
"Well, you already did just that, Anna!" said Mummy as she swept into the room with a disheveled Mimi in tow.
Anna and I froze, not knowing what to expect.
"But if, or more accurately, 'when,' she does, it will be the happiest moment of my life!"
I sighed and wanted to kiss Mummy. Anna just let out her breath, which she had held since Mummy entered the salon.
"BUT, I fully intend on giving her a run for her money!" she laughed.
Changing gears, she continued, "Mimi, go fix yourself up and please bring us back a snack. You are a sight! Then you may personally tend to me. If your hands are as good on my hair as they were elsewhere, I should have a magnificent coif."
Mummy sat down in the chair next to me, looked over at me for a moment or two, and then said, "Well, daughter of mine, here we are where we should have been years ago. What a lovely feeling sitting with you whilst we are made beautiful before sallying forth to our appointed adventures - or mischief!" she chuckled.
Along with my smile a small tear came to my eye, and then to her eyes as she reached over and held my hand.
"And pretty soon those breast developers will be a thing of the past as well." Mummy said with a knowing smile.
A repaired Mimi and one of the cabin boys returned carrying two trays - goo and pills for me and a small salad for Mummy. The trays attached to the chairs, allowing us to eat as Mimi and Anna tended to our nails, hair and makeup.
Before I knew it, our hair was combed out and shaped. I was amazed to find that we were both styled exactly alike, albeit with mine significantly enhanced with hairpieces.
It was a long flowing style reminiscent of a mid-twentieth century film vamp with a side part allowing our hair to cover most of one side of our faces. Mummy looked like a glamorous Veronica Lake. I thought of myself as a sissy version of Jessica Rabbit and giggled.
Our makeup was quite dramatic, with matching bright red lips and nails. Our eyes had heavy mascara, liner, and frosted blue eye shadow, which perfectly complimented our matching crystal blue eyes. In some respects, we looked more like twins, rather than mother and daughter.
"Oh my God, I so want to grow up to look just like you Mummy," I sighed.
"I dare say you shall, dear daughter - now that your gender issues are on the way to being 'corrected.' Now let's get dressed."
We went over to the dressing area I had become so familiar with, but it was so special doing it with Mummy. Anna helped me; Mimi helped Mummy.
My black with fine lace red trim lingerie all matched. The bra was an underwired quarter cup type that perfectly displayed my budding little titties. Actually, I was shocked, and pleased, as it at least looked as if I had a full 'B' sized cup. The silk and lace bikini panties had bowed satin ribbons gathered the sides at each hip. The triangle portions barely covered my small clitty and round derriere.
My garter belt was a satin and lace covered band that nipped in my slim waist and had only two long, wide suspenders on each side. The suspenders were covered the same way in satin and lace. They ended in large satin ribbons covering the clasps, which attached my sheer silk full fashion stockings.
I wore over-the-elbow lace gauntlets that framed my fingers, again with red lace accents, which puzzled me at first as I was wearing a long sleeved dress. When I looked at Anna with a questioning face, she reminded me with a wink that I had to look sexy later in the evening as well.
My heels were the same six inch black satin stilettos with thong satin ribbons twisting up to my knees that I had worn at the boutique that afternoon.
Jewelry consisted of gold anklet, wrist and upper arm bracelets (for later viewing), several rings and long, dangling earrings. About my neck was a choker that matched the satin and lace design of my garter belt. A broad, lacy wedding-type garter rested just below my left stocking top and it, too, matched the garter belt design.
I looked over at Mummy, who now also was dressed in her lingerie. Her lingerie was identical to mine except she was not wearing a bra. I marveled at her figure. A thirty year old would have been proud of it.
She saw me staring at her and said, "Soon, my lovely daughter, soon. You should develop pretty much as I did."
Next came my dress, and it really was perfection. It flowed like quicksilver over my body - the perfect blending of sissy and vamp, with maybe just a small dollop of slut thrown in for spice.
Its jet-black taffeta moiré floated over me and gave off the most delightful swishing sound. It had an empire waist with a satin bow just under the center of my ruffled bust line. The built-in taffeta and lace petticoats gently lifted the dress out from its high waistline. The frilly petticoat's ruffles and lace extended just past the dress' hem high on my thigh. Its long sleeves increased in size as they extended down to just above wrists, ending in delightfully delicate ruffles matching those about my bosom.
As Anna zipped the back, the special fit of this unique dress became apparent. The bodice, or what their was of it, was similar to the topless maid's dresses that were almost the standard uniform of the Group's maids.
However, this dress' under breast seam had far more ruffles and lace, Which obscured my nipples, as least when I was standing still with my shoulders properly square. The effect was to make the presentation even sexier by adding a touch of mystery. The same ruffles and lace about my titties, especially my very erect nipples, were driving me quite mad with very naughty feelings. My nipples were actually throbbing - I would have to be very careful not to squirt, or maybe just not squirt too soon.
As I looked into the mirror, I was a very happy sissy. Then I saw Mummy.
I was NOT going to eclipse her in any way, shape or manner! My hand went to my mouth as I uttered, "Oh myyy Gahddd, Mummy, you are so beautiful!"
Whilst I was in my little sissy revelry, Mummy had completed her 'fashion statement' for the evening. It exuded not only pure sex, but also raw power.
Interestingly her dress was made from similar, if not the very same, black taffeta moiré as mine, but was cut in a far, far different manner. The dress was cut down the front to her navel, revealing the insides of her sumptuous firm 'C' cup breasts. Down the back, it was open to below her waist. Another slit ran up her left leg almost to her hip.
Despite the hyper-sexy slits, her presence was absolutely regal. The glistening taffeta fabric, as with my dress, imparted pure elegance. Everything fell just as if it had been commanded to remain in place - a huge credit to both seamstress and model.
"Well this sissy really does have a whole lot to learn from dear old Mummy," I remarked to myself.
Her accessories were few and to the point. A simple matching taffeta choker, one upper arm thick gold band, a thick gold chain bracelet on the other arm, a single signet ring deeply engraved with the emblem of The Order, and a low slung solid gold chain belt again with the pendant of The Order hanging about her hips - the pendant dangling just above her sacred love mound.
'Awesome' did not even start to describe her!
She smiled at me as if to say, "Not tonight, dearie, but someday." I smiled back and understood, so proud to have such an awesome mother.
Mimi just stood there literally dumbstruck by her beauty.
Well, that made two of us!
Mummy broke the moment and joined me. We hugged as Anna took the requisite pictures, even joining us whilst Mimi took the pictures. This time they were ones that I would long treasure.
"Now for a few administrative matters," Mummy announced.
"Anna, dear, I am sending the car back to take you to see Maria as soon as it drops us off. Have a wonderful evening, and I do not want you back here until mid morning.
"However, first, please inform the Captain that Mimi will be on service this evening. The cabin boys will assist at her direction.
"A certain 'friend' will accompany me when I return. Daphne has her own plans, which include Lord and Lady Homequest - for at least part of the evening. She will eventually need a place to rest and recoup, so please have the port cabin for set up her.
"Mimi, I expect nothing less than the very best from you. My standards are high. I will require the usual, and some 'special,' services from you, and only you, when I return to the boat. The cabin boys may tend to the others, such as they may require. Although, I dare say, they may be a tad preoccupied."
Anna came over to Mummy, kissed her and whispered something in her ear.
"No, Anna, it is we who are in Maria's and your debt. Go and enjoy!
"Daughter - oh my god, I do love saying that, let's go! Our favorite chauffeur awaits! And may I say you look smashing tonight, dear daughter!"
"And may I say you look even 'more' smashing tonight, dear mother!" I replied, giggling, but meaning it.
We were READY! Mother and daughter - both delighted to be just that!
Mummy said, "Grab you bag, sweetie, and let's be on our way. Lecta is bringing the other 'items' you need."
Shortly we were back in the vintage Bentley with our darling Romeo at the wheel.
"And whath univerths are you two beauthies going to conquer thith evening?" Romo asked in his charming lisp.
"Well on any other evening, Romeo, we would be raping and pillaging you, dear boy!" Mummy giggled. "However, we have a couple of turn-about games to play, and then I expect we each will settle into an evening of unbridled lust with a designated partner or partners."
"Thust a quiet motha-daughtha evening then." Romeo giggled.
"Exactly," Mummy responded joining his infectious giggles.
"Now, Romeo, when you drop us off, please return to the 'Lollipop' and take Anna wherever she wishes to go. I expect it will be to Sir John's estate. I will be returning to the boat about midnight with a gentleman friend.
"Daphne, dear, may I assume that you will be returning with the Homequests? They did hire a car."
"Assuming that their driver doesn't mind a real eyeful, yes, that is my plan, Mummy."
"Sweetie, play it out slowly with Howie and Heather. However, first we must make certain obligatory 'rounds' to people such as Freddie and Julie, Johnny and Dee, and of course, the Countess."
The streets seemed familiar as we entered the older part of the city. I had a feeling I had been here before.
"Mummy, where is this party being held?"
"Oh, sorry, I hadn't thought about that. It is at the very same club where you 'performed' last night, although in a different part of it. I hope that doesn't bother you."
"Mummy, nothing is going to bother me tonight," I replied. "And it makes the Alex turn-about just perfect."
"Good. Here we are. Let's make a truly grand entrance! This is a wonderful moment for both of us," Mummy said.
We were READY! Mother and daughter - both delighted to be just that!
And, a grand entrance we made indeed!
The party was going full blast - we were a little more than 'fashionably late,' but right on time for 'grand entrance late!'
The front of the club was quite different, and considerably grander, than the back service entrance I used last night. After an entrance hall, we went into a large, formally done banquet hall.
Heads turned as we entered. Even some cameras flashed.
"Oh my Gahdd, I love this life," I said aloud. Mummy just turned and gave me a knowing smile.
The first persons we encountered were Electra Von Hellwigg and the Prendergasts. Raquel and Electra both were striking, in not only their beauty, but also their likeness - both with ebony mains of hair, piercing eyes, large bosoms and strong, lithe bodies. Each stood well over six-feet in their heels.
I wondered if Mummy and I were not the only mother-daughter pair here tonight. Their resemblance was particularly striking.
Each was dressed in black: Electra in a shiny satin jumpsuit slit down to her navel in front and with a high standing collar in back, and Raquel in a silk dress that shimmered over her otherwise naked body. Raquel wore the same thongy heels Mummy and I had on. Electra could not resist thigh-high boots with impossibly high heels.
About their hips was the same gold belt with emblem of The Order that Mummy wore. The emblem was a first for Raquel. I surmised that she was now a full-fledged member.
Peter Prendergast, another Alpha Male, stood aside with a contented, if not amused, look.
Electra had the broadest smile on her face I had ever seen.
"Connie, I am so happy for you - for the both of you!" she exclaimed as she went to Mummy and hugged her for dear life. "This is such and wonderful moment for you!"
Amazingly, Electra had a very uncharacteristic tear in her eyes.
"It is a happy day for both of us," Mummy replied. "Maybe you should properly introduce your daughter, Lecta."
Electra then turned to and hugged me, saying, "Daphne, welcome to our happy, little world! My God, you are magnificent, and I say that having previously thought of you as just merely beautiful!"
I was nonplussed, not knowing whether to curtsey or kiss her. Raquel rendered my dilemma moot by also hugging me as saying much the same thing.
Peter Prendergast kissed me and offered his congratulations.
"Talk about a welcome!" I thought.
Electra came back and hugged both Mummy and me, and said, "Daphne, from now on I want you to call me Auntie Lecta. You are now one of us!
"And as such, I think it is high time you met my daughter, Raquel!"
My instincts were correct! The likeness was just too uncanny.
"Oh, Ma'am - err, Auntie Lecta, you make a beautiful mother-daughter pair, or perhaps, 'team' with Raquel now wearing that emblem," I replied.
Electra continued in an uncharacteristically girlish manner, "The Countess admitted her last night. We even pulled your mother away from Heather, which did not please little minx in the least! More sauce for the goose tonight though. Doubtless, the slut is even more randy than usual - and that's saying a lot! We cannot wait to see how you handle her.
"Oh, I did bring the 'articles' you requested." Electra continued with a throaty chuckle, "No Mistress should leave home without them! I even added a few extra toys for that little pissant bookkeeper Alex! Millicent, who is over chatting with Greta Gustov on the far side of the room, has them.
"Daphne, I suggest you find her before you proceed forward with the good Lord and Lady. Oh, ladies, we four 'ARE' going to have fun this evening!"
"Not your old June Cleaver mom," I giggled to myself. "Beaver my have found a far different meaning to his name with 'Mummy Lecta!"
The Prendergasts and I made small chat whilst Mummy and Electra chattered amongst themselves in lowered voices.
Returning after a couple of minutes, Mummy announced, "Onward, daughter!" and we plunged into the crowd.
I thought I saw Heather and Howard out of the corner of my eye, but Mummy was propelling me towards the lady and gentleman of the hour.
Fred Gingerman was a love, and his bride-to-be, Julie, was a doll. We briefly chatted, saying all the regular things. Shortly, we were off for the next betrothed couple.
Sir John Strong and DeeDee Moore were standing in a corner. Each was more relaxed than I had ever seen them. They seemed to glow. Stevie, standing behind them in full maid's regalia, was also beaming.
DeeDee looked elegant in a pastel print long chiffon dress. She had an elegance that few women could ever hope to obtain. Little wonder both Stevie and Sir John worshipped her.
Sir John was, well, Sir John - the ultimate Alpha! As Mummy kissed DeeDee, I gave 'Johnny' a special kiss of my own!
"Johnny, DeeDee, you look so happy!" Mummy gushed - another new thing to me about her. Mummy was acting like a teenage girl!
"Maybe she was like June Cleaver?" I mused. Then I looked at her every-man's-wet-dream dress, and concluded, "Nope, not anything soon!"
"Well, Connie," Sir John replied, "You seem pretty radiate this evening as well!"
"Every now and then," DeeDee offered, "very, very good things happen! Not only us, but a 'daughter' finding her mother, another 'daughter' joined her mother in a sacred order, an old - but sweet - goat finding a too lovely young thing...who knows what magic goes on! Good grief, we even seem to have sorted out a few sissy maids - and that really is a feat!"
"I am so happy for the two of you." Mummy said with a tear forming in her eye. "You are two of my oldest, best friends on the face of the Earth!"
"And a happiness has been visited upon you as well, Connie," Sir John said.
"It's a happiness to us all because our life has been made just a bit more beautiful with the addition of Daphne!" DeeDee added. "Oh, those poor young men out there! She will be a heartbreaker! It's a good job that Julie and I swept up our men before Daphne arrived.
"And Daphne, that dress may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen - the perfect mixture of frilly and raw sex appeal!"
"DeeDee," Mummy said, "I have a favor to ask. We need Stevie to run some interference for us. Sweetie, I did try to call you a couple of times earlier, but it seems that you and Johnny are always 'occupied,'" she chuckled.
DeeDee's lustful look at Sir John more than answered Mummy's little jibe. She then responded, in a throaty voice, "Of course, Connie, tell me more."
Sir John and I made light cocktail banter, whilst Mummy filled DeeDee and Stevie in on the Heather and Sir Alex plans.
"Why that little shit!" DeeDee exclaimed. "Stevie, I think you will enjoy this. And he has no idea who the real 'Daphne' is? That is just too rich! He will pee in his pants when he meets her 'mummy.' What fun!"
But then, that was the plan - or at least part of it!
Stevie, indeed, was more than pleased to lead Sir Alex on whilst I was setting up Heather.
Saying our goodbyes, Mummy again propelled me forward through the party. "Brace yourself, sweetie, the Countess is next!"
The Countess had more presence than any woman, or person, I had ever met - and in the past few days, I had met some very, very impressive people. A few people were chatting with her, while other stayed a respectful few feet away.
Grand Mistress of The Order and High Governess of the Group, the Countess was over six feet in her heels and had flowing blond hair, blue eyes and slender figure similar to Mummy. Once again, she reminded me of the quintessential Teutonic warrior-goddess.
I wondered if I should curtsey before her.
As we approached, all but one of other people faded into the background. Remaining with her was the breathtaking Lalique with her almost androgynous slim figure, long silken ebony hair and nearly translucent café-au-lait skin, which seemed as smooth and pure as fine bone china.
Both women were dressed in slender long white gowns that floated over their flawless bodies.
The Countess held her arms open, and with a warm smile, said, "Daphne, dear, welcome to a wonderful new life!"
So much for the curtsey. She took me into her arms and gave me a brief, but very erotic kiss on my lips, and said, "Child, I dare say you become more beautiful every time I see you! Do you remember Lalique?"
I was shuffled into Lalique's long slender arms as Mummy and the Countess deeply embraced.
"I cannot wait for the summer season to begin," the Countess continued after the embraces were complete. "Two weddings should start it off in memorable style. And the new Daphne will just make the summer that much more interesting!
"Daphne, I understand that you have a little game to play out this evening - and we all 'DO' adore such games. Constance, I do hope wagers are being arranged?"
"Would we have it any other way?" Mummy replied. "After Millicent helps Daphne she will be about with the wager forms. Additional bets, of course, are always welcome should the scene evolve in a different manner."
"Excellent!" the Countess said. "Daphne, dear, may I suggest that you put your part of the game into play? I wish a few words with your mother in the meantime."
"Well, now that was an escalation in pressure that I really did not need," I thought. All the most senior mistresses of The Order would be watching, and betting on me!
Despite no indication that I should, I went into a deep curtsey, saying, "My pleasure, Your Grace."
Not far away, I spotted Millicent and Madame Gustov chatting and made my way over to them.
We all warmly greeted one-another and got down to business. I mentioned that Stevie would be distracting Sir Alex while I was working on the Homequests. Millicent said that she would be next to me when I wanted the 'articles' to restrain Heather.
After checking my makeup, I scanned the room, and found the Homequests standing next to the bar.
They were indeed a strikingly beautiful couple. Howard was the prototype Alpha Male - brownish-blond full hair, tall, perfectly proportioned with a broad chest and shoulders. He was handsomely attired in perfectly tailored tropical dinner clothes.
On a bad day, Heather was just merely beautiful. This was not a bad day! Her long blond hair and bright blue eyes perfectly complimented her lace and silk little - actually, very, very little - black dress. From her black heels, stockings and long lace fingerless gloves, I surmised that her lingerie pretty much matched my own.
"All prepared for her little night with Dani, eh," I thought. "Well, this evening it's Daphne, and the rules are about to change!"
With a little giggle I minced towards them - slowly and provocatively, making my dress dance about my body in an almost lewd manner. Well, actually, in a very lewd manner.
From the side of my eye I saw Mummy and Auntie Lecta with very amused smiles on their faces.
"This has to be good," I silently vowed.
Reaching them, I gave Howard a deep curtsey that 'accidentally' revealed my very erect nipples. I raised the front of my skirt enough to show my naughty black lace panties, garters and stocking tops.
"Good evening, Milord," I breathed out in as sexy a voice as I could muster.
Predictably, his eyes almost fell out and his trousers began to bulge in the most delightful way. He gallantly reached for my hand and kissed it as I rose.
"Dani, you grow more beautiful by the day, if not by the hour. You look spectacular, my dear!
"Why thank you so much, kind sir, it's the least a sissy can do for such a handsome man," I replied, again in my smoky sexy voice whilst wiggling about in my dress to better display my lace-framed titties.
"However, Milord, Mummy has renamed me as Daphne Danielle. May I kiss you dear wife?"
"Of course you may, my dear 'Daphne.' You two almost look like twins this evening," he replied, no doubt with his libertine mind playing out the possibilities.
I looked at Heather almost as a cat would eye a mouse. I approached her in a long graceful feline movement, looking deeply into her eyes. Taking her into my arms, I gave her deep passionate kiss. My tongue deeply invaded her sweet mouth as she submitted to my erotic embrace. I could feel her clitty stiffening as she softly moaned. No doubt, her mind was playing out the very same thoughts as those of her husband.
Slowly I disengaged, looked directly into her half closed eyes and whispered, "Dear 'sister,' you were very mean to me yesterday. However could I go to bed with you this evening? And I am wearing all of your favorite black slinky lingerie.
"Surely, you are able to think up a way to make amends. But if not, I am quite willing to have the most wicked sex with your stud-muffin husband. Whatever shall we do with you then? Would you like to watch?"
I kissed her briefly on the lips, turned to Howard, gave him a slight bob, and with the cutest smile possible, merely said, "Milord." Turning on my heels with my skirt spinning well above my stocking tops, I minced towards to the wickedly amused Mummy and Electra.
"Games on, Mummy dear," I said as I pecked her on her cheek!
"You really are your mother's daughter," Electra chuckled. "I don't know which one of them is more befuddled!"
Everything stopped as Fred Gingerman proposed what turned out to be an overly lengthy toast to his bride to be. Midway through it, Mummy nodded her head towards the vigorously whispering Homequests. "Seems like you lit a bit of off a bomb!" she giggled.
As Fred Gingerman finished to robust 'Here, here's,' I saw Heather dejectedly walking towards me. Mummy and Electra faded into the background as I saw Millicent closing in behind Heather.
Her eyes were a little red, indicating that the 'whispers' with her husband must have been more intense than they appeared. I posed in my sexiest manner and smiled sweetly at her.
When she reached me, she looked down and whispered, "Daphne, I will do anything you wish, including the worst humiliation."
As a noticeable tear flowed down her cheek, she added, "My husband is even more upset at me than you are."
I loved Heather. "Heck," I admitted to myself, "I was sexual infatuated with her. Should I being doing this to her?"
Then, the vivid memory of yesterday's long, humiliating, cum-soaked carriage ride home, not to mention the even longer walk down the pier. If it had not been for that sweet Romo, I would have died!
As they say, "Payback is a bitch!"
"Why Heather, dear, I only have two little things in mind. First, you can perform a certain 'obligation' of mine, and then I will perform a certain wifely obligation for you.
"That can't be all that awful, can it?" I teased as I looked back at her with a saccharine smile.
"I guess not," she said, wondering what the first obligation could be, but knowing very well what the second was. I had come on to Howard far too obviously for any other conclusion.
"Well, Heather, do I take that as an acceptance of my little proposal?"
"Yes, Daphne, I accept."
I took her beautiful face in one hand, raised it and gave her a gentle kiss. Moving to her side and then behind her, I softly stroked her shoulders while motioning Millicent forward.
"Heather, put your hands behind your back like a good girl."
Her back straightened and she asked, "Why?"
"Because your 'Mistress' wishes it," I responded.
The inevitable sexual tremor of a true submissive went through her body as her breathing increased its rhythm.
"Do it now, bitch!" I hissed.
She complied just as Millicent handed me a pair of locking manacles, which I slowly put about her wrists. Finished, I ran my hands up her arms and leaned forward to kiss her neck.
"You know you love it, bitch!" I whispered in her ear.
Millicent handed me a collar that I put about her neck almost as if I was making love to her.
"You'll love this too," I cooed in her ear whilst clicking the lock shut.
Taking a thin chain leash from Millicent, I moved to face Heather. "Oh, we shall have fun this evening, shall we not, Milady?"
No answer was necessary. Heather's eyes were staring to glaze over, indicating that she was already well into her submissive space.
I clicked the leash to a ring on the collar's front, and said, "Come along, my dear, I want to tell your dear husband that all is well now."
Howard was not far away and had witnessed the entire proceeding. The tent in his pants said that he was most pleased. We both knew what a little bondage did to his sweet succulent sissy wife.
Returning to the bar, I said, "Milord, would you be so kind to get me a nice wine whilst I tie your slut wife's lead to the bar? Then we can go to a table and chat.
As I tethered Heather to the bar, I said in a voice loud enough to be heard by those about, "Maybe I can get some men to satisfy you up in the library. Trust me, sweetie, it's an excellent venue for a robust sissy fucking!"
Howard got me a glass of Cristal, and we went to a nearby table - well within Heather's view. Howard offered me a seat, which I declined, indicating that I wished to sit in his lap.
Once settled, I sighed and looked into his eyes.
"Oh, Howard, I have wanted you again since that night back on the 'Lollipop,' and was so disappointed when Mummy cancelled our little ménage à trois tryst. I wiggled my bodice lower and guided his mouth to my pert nipple.
"Putty in my hands!" I thought. "'Dumbstick' lust, indeed!"
Returning to the moment, I said, "But, Howard dear, let me be very clear about tonight. I want you and your wife on my terms. Can you live with that?"
"At this point, I could live with anything you conjure up, my dear." he replied. "I understand a little about how your mother's, and therefore, assume mind is learning to work in exactly the same manner."
"Very good, and a very, very good evening you shall have, Milord. Now, keep nibbling my tittie and I'll tell you how it shall work..."
We finished with a deep kiss. I squirmed about on his lap, feeling his rigid man-pole under me. A nice warm feeling came over me as I recalled the massive size of his cock. Tonight would be fun indeed!
"Perfect," I thought. "Both of them are fully charged - now to dial it up a notch!"
I went to the bar and retrieved the poor Heather - Lord Homequest clearly was in no condition to stand up. The combination of bondage and watching her husband and me make out had her in near orgasmic state.
My saccharine smile returning, I said, "Heather, dear, now that your husband understands how cruel you were to me yesterday, he wants a few 'words' with you."
She gave me a 'deer in the headlights' look as I led her over to Howard. I handed the leash to him and he swiftly bent her over his knees.
"Oooh, no!" Heather whined as her husband lifted her short skirt and pulled the back of her tiny panties into her bum's crack, fully exposing her sweet plump cheeks.
'Crack,' went Howard's hand, leaving a nice red spot. "You have been a naughty wife," he scolded her. "A proper public spanking is just what you need."
It was a minor spectacle. The beautiful, scantily clad sissy wife over her husband's knees with her sexy black full fashion stockings and lacy suspenders flapping in the air about was just too delicious.
I wondered if Heather would squirt from the manner in which she was wiggling about on Howard's lap. Her face was flushed with pure sexual energy, even as tears streamed down her 'other' red cheeks.
I saw Mummy, Electra and the Countess, each holding a slip of paper, intently watching Heather.
"Oh, the wagers," I thought. They must have bet on something here. "It has to be the very same thing I just thought - Heather squirting!"
Howard completed his task, leaving her panties in the ultimate 'wedgie' position and folding her dress hem under her garter belt. She would be walking about with her very red bum on display!
"Daphne, she is all yours. Do with the wretch as you wish," Howard announced.
I moved forward and took her leash in hand. "Up, my dear." I ordered.
"Not to worry about your face, sweetie," I mocked. "Your mouth has an urgent appointment with a certain cock that a very foolish man seemed to think I was to service. However, now that I have found a far better cock to play with this evening, I thought I would give it to you. Isn't that so nice of me? After all, we all know how much you like getting on your knees and sucking cock, don't we?
"Come along, time is fleeting, and I really want to get that hunky hubby of yours in my panties as soon as possible!"
As Heather got up, she was trying to hide something in her front. I chuckled, as I knew precisely what it was. I caught Mummy's eye, winked, and headed - Heather in tow - over to where she and the others were standing.
"Ladies, perhaps you had a wager concern the state of our little Miss Heather's panties?" I inquired with mock seriousness.
"We did indeed," Mummy replied.
I raised Heather's tiny skirt to reveal her absolutely sopping panties. Squirt she certainly had - and in very large volumes!
If possible, Heather even blushed more as her clitty actually stiffened again.
"Damnit," the Countess snorted, "I should have known, but I didn't expect Howard to spank her. She's such a total masochist."
Then, reflecting on Heather, the Countess added, "Electra, dear, please remove Heather's dress. Everyone should see what a shameless sissy-hussy she is!"
Electra came over and grabbed the two sides of Heather's very open front, smiled, and literally ripped the tiny garment from her body. I certainly was not surprised to see she was wearing identical lingerie to mine - 'mysterious' things like that just seemed to 'happen' with the Group.
Even by Heather's standards, this had to be deeply embarrassing. This was supposed to be a 'nice' engagement party - well, by Group terms anyway.
She was collared and leashed with her arms helplessly fettered behind her. Worse, her slutty black outfit was probably worse than no outfit at all - quarter bra, frilly garter belt, sexy stockings and heels, lacy gloves and panties that were soaked in front and virtually non-existent over her recently spanked red rear!
Oh, and she was about to be led off to suck an unknown cock.
"Turn-about indeed," I giggled in my thoughts. Maybe we could reprise yesterday's 'walk of shame' for our dear little Miss Heather.
Mummy was smiling, obviously having made the correct bet. "Well, on to the next event, Daphne," she added. "Give Lecta and me a few moments to get into position."
"Oh, no you don't Connie," the Countess injected. "I am going to accompany you as well. Maybe my presence will aide in a more favorable outcome for our next little wager."
"That it surely will," Electra laughed. "You will scare the poor dumbstick into the next millennium!"
Mummy said, "Daphne, Alex is over by the door, seated at a table. Take the long way about the room and show Heather's red rear to all the partygoers. She'll love it."
"I really am thinking like Mummy," I chuckled.
I led Heather about the floor, quite enjoying having my power over Heather so publicly displayed. Along the way, I came across Beatrice Bracewell chatting with Celine from the dress shop. Penelope, her niece and assistant manager, was talking intensely with Mrs. B's maid Fifi.
I was happy to see Fifi at the party. It seemed to mean that she was here to meet the Countess or Electra, but I was puzzled by the presence of the dress shop ladies.
"Isn't she spectacular," gushed Celine. "Daphne, please join us for a moment."
"She is indeed," Mrs. Bracewell answered. "Quite a change from 'Dani' to Daphne. Daphne, dear, you do look divine!
"And it would seem that there is a game of turn-about going on. Miss Heather seems to have the other end of the lollipop tonight. Just look at those disgracefully wet panties and red bum! And being paraded about in shamelessly slutty lingerie - such a little sissy tramp!"
I gave a shy smile whilst Heather looked at her feet and blushed. Despite her intense shame, her little clitty remained noticeably rigid. Bondage and public humiliation were powerful aphrodisiacs to many sissies, but keenly so for Heather.
After saying goodbyes, we continued our little march, eventually spotting the unfortunate Sir Alex, holding court at his table. A couple of younger men, whom I assumed to be associates, were sitting with him. All had been drinking heavily.
Stevie, who was not entirely avoiding their tentacle-like hands, was still holding their licentious interest.
"God bless the girl," I thought. "If she allowed one of them a real sexual entrée, he would never know what hit him," I giggled to myself.
As we approached, Alex called out, "Ah, my little sissy whore! Just look at whom she has in tow. Get over here, slut. You owe me some quality mouth-on-cock time."
"Why hello there. Is it Alex?" I asked in my most coquettish manner.
"Sir Alex to you, 'whore,'" he said in petty triumph, basking in being the center of attention as several partygoers assembled about the developing scene.
The foolish man continued, "However did a slut like you wind up with the delectable Heather on a leash? Well, more sauce for the goose. I'll play with her after you finish sucking me off. Then I will pass both of you around to my mates."
Noting that Mummy, Electra and, oh my god, the Countess had slipped into play behind the about-to-be 'Unfortunate Alex,' I lowered the boom.
"Well, Sir, that is just not part of my plan this evening. I am not going anywhere near your cock, or your mates. However, Heather owes me a rather large favor and will do it for you in my stead. Your mates will just have to sit there and wank if they want any sex."
"What temerity for a little sissy trollop! Who could care less about your plans, and just who the bloody hell do you think you are?"
"Obviously, not the girl you think I am," I curtly replied.
"Heather, dear, climb down under the table and prepare for your little 'job.'"
Heather saw the three dominatrices moving into action behind the hapless Alex and scrambled under the table - for her own safety, if nothing else.
Starting to rise off his seat, Alex yelled, "We shall see about that!"
As he rose, two hands grabbed his shoulders from behind and propelled him back down into his seat with a resounding thud.
School was in session, and the poor boy had yet to realize it!
"Bloody hell!" he snarled at the unknown hands. "How dare you! And just who is bloody hell do you think you are?"
"Why I'm the 'whore's' mother," Mummy quietly said in a voice of pure ice. "And I do care about my daughter's plans."
"Another bitch, hear that mates!" he laughed. "Lend me a hand and let's do the whore and her mother too!"
As the two younger men started to stand, a vicious ridding crop from behind them landed on the tabletop between them with near sonic boom effect.
"Stay exactly where you are, little dicks!" snarled Electra.
After one look at Electra, both settled back into their chairs, neither wishing to challenge the infuriated dominatrix in the slightest manner.
"That woman can conjure up a whip from thin air," I giggled to myself.
Looking to his right, Sir Alex got his first glimpse into the obvious.
A long, "Oh shit," sigh came out of his mouth. "Electra!"
I waved at her and giggled out, "Hi Auntie Lecta!
He looked at me, back to Electra and then, with the look the condemned would first give the gallows, twisted his neck further to the right to see the 'mother' behind him.
In wishing disbelief, he uttered, "Mistress Constance?"
All color had drained from his face as he stared straight into Mummy's belt emblem of The Order.
"Hi Mummy!" I again giggled out as I gave her a little wave.
The people about us, who now represented the entire party, laughed and clapped.
"Your daughter?" he finally managed to hoarsely whisper.
"Yes, Alex, Daphne Danielle is indeed my daughter and love of my life," Mummy replied. "You exceeded your franchise from last night with the wrong person, in the wrong place, and most certainly at the wrong time! You dumbstick fool!"
Utter defeat came across his face. However, the worst was yet to come.
"And just how did this dumbstick refer to a Principal Mistress of The Order?" came from his left side.
Almost afraid to look, Alex twisted to his left to confront his worst nightmare, the Countess. Whatever color remained above his ankles, left. He was ghostly ashen began shaking like last year's leaf in a typhoon.
The noose was now about the condemned man's neck.
Reading his thoughts, the Countess hissed, "Don't flatter yourself, little man, your balls are not worthy of my collection!"
A little hope returned to Unfortunate Alex's face - the fool!
After a brief pause, to let the condemned fantasize of reprieve, the Countess continued, "Electra, dear, now that your daughter Raquel is a member of The Order, do you think she would like to start her worthless balls collection?
Electra coldly replied, "Not really a terribly good specimen here, but she does need practice."
As if by magic, Raquel appeared from the crowd and held up a large chef's knife in front of Unfortunate Alex.
The gallows trap door was sprung open.
"Eeoow," came from under the table. "He pissed himself," Heather exclaimed, "and he can't get it up either!"
Of course the poor boy could not get it up. He had quite passed out!
"Ah Ha! I won this one!" Exclaimed the Countess, quite pleased with herself. "Not only lost his bladder, but also lost consciousness!"
"Indeed you did, Your Grace," said Mummy.
After more pleased applause from the partygoers, Mummy retook control of the situation for Act Two.
"Daphne, please reclaim Heather, clearly she is not the magic that works for this faggot. We will handle this matter from here, you are free to go about your evening. Have fun!
However, no one was moving, including me. This was just too good.
"Beatrice, dear, I see you out there, would you be a love and summon our chauffeur - that dear creation of yours, Romeo?
"Stevie, please place some of Electra's manacles him and then administer smelling salts.
"Lecta, what do you want to do with your two miscreants?"
"Personally," Electra replied, "I would like to castrate them, but DeeDee wants them for Stevie, and I defer to my sister in The Order. Stevie certainly has earned it."
Turning to the two cowering men, she continued, "Assholes, you had best leave Stevie the most happy sissy on the face of the earth, or your balls 'WILL' be on my next menu! Do you fully understand?"
Absolutely terrified, they meekly nodded. Little did they know what wonderful places Stevie would take them! Electra produced two collars from seemingly nowhere and locked them around their necks.
With Unfortunate Alex fettered and coming to, Stevie marched over to the two younger men, took two leashes from Electra, whilst executing a perfect curtsey to her, and claimed her prizes.
"How does Electra come up with all these goodies out of thin air?" I puzzled as I got Heather back on her feet, still firmly manacled and collared. I led her by the leash back to Howard, who was standing to one side with a very amused look on his face.
"I hope they remember that I need those three men for Sir John's acquisition audit," he said. "However, he chuckled, "no force on this God-given Earth is going to deter those three women!"
"Oh, Howard," I replied, "I heard Mummy taking with Electra yesterday, and they seemed to understand that - at least about Alex. And it looks like the other two only have to worry about acute sexual exhaustion from an evening with Stevie.
"Heather, my dear," I continued, "don't think you're entirely off the hook. Be a good girl, get back on your knees, and put your nose to your husband's crotch to warm it for me. I hope you realize that's the closest you're getting to his magnificent cock this evening!"
Howard picked up on the game, and pulled me to him for a deep, passionate kiss as the thoroughly dejected Heather assumed her new humiliating position.
Moments later, the dashing Romeo arrived, resplendent in his tight shiny black satin chauffeur's uniform with matching boots, cap and gloves. With cap in hand, he gave a flourishing ballet bow to Beatrice Bracewell, who then announced his arrival to Mummy.
"Excellent," Mummy said. "Stevie, please move your boy toys aside, and Romeo, you dear boy, come take this table away and then stand where it was resting."
"Yeth, Mistrith," Romeo responded, again with a flourishing bow.
Romeo lifted the table as if it were a piece of dollhouse furniture, revealing Unfortunate Alex's sorry state.
"Very good, Romeo," Mummy said, "now take out that magnificent cock of yours."
Several of the women, and all of the sissies, swooned upon seeing a truly remarkable piece of man meat! It was not only huge, but also perfectly shaped.
Mummy turned to the Unfortunate Alex and continued, "Well, Alex - or do you prefer 'Lexi?' - being that one of the most beautiful sissies in the world could not get you hard, maybe one of the men can. A good robust blow job you wanted, and a good robust job you shall get - just not quite in the position you envisioned!"
She then grabbed one of his earlobes and Electra grabbed the other. Like an arrant child, they dragged him off his chair, over before Romeo and forced him to his knees. He was a pathetic sight with his urine soaked crotch, terrified face and shaking body.
Electra locked his behind-the-back manacled wrists to his ankle fetters, forcing him into a kneeling hogtie position. Mummy attached a very high, rigid leather posture collar about his neck. Written across the front of the collar was 'FAG COCKSUCKER.'
"Lexi, meet Romeo, but he prefers to be called 'Romo.' I guess you are about to become 'Romo's homo,'" she laughed. "Now, bitch, I want you to ask Mister Romo if you can suck his big beautiful cock."
Alex's short silence was broken immediately after Electra's crop lashed his hind side with two vicious strikes, one actually cutting through his pants.
"Mister Romo, may I suck your big beautiful cock?" he weakly said.
"Not good enough, bitch," Electra snapped back at him as her crop lashed out again.
"Romo lisps, and in honor of him giving you his cock to suck, you should speak the same way. Say it again - and louder!" Mummy barked.
"Mitha Womo, may I thuck your big boothiful thock?"
Everyone was laughing openly, pouring salt into Unfortunate Alex's deeply wounded ego.
"Ofcorth you may thuck it, thweet Lexthy! Womo therthainly is a fag and you are now my thockthucker!" Romo eagerly responded.
Mummy twisted his earlobe and said, "Open wide, Lexi!"
He opened and Romeo pressed his 'case' home.
Electra made Alex keep rhythm by placing the toe of her boot between his arse cheeks as Mummy whispered something in Romeo's ear.
After a few minutes, Romeo let out a high shriek, pulled his cock out of Alex's mouth, and began stroking it. A moment later the first thick, long rope of cum came out with such force that it actually splattered when it hit Unfortunate Alex's face. Romo stroked himself through at least five more prodigious squirts, completely covering Unfortunate Alex's face.
"Kiss his cock and properly thank him for making you his fag suck bitch!" Mummy ordered.
Unfortunate Alex kissed the still mammoth man tool, and, in utter defeat, said, "Thanth you Mitha Womo, for lething me thuck your big boothiful thock."
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Electra grabbed his earlobe again and said, "Lean back, Lexi. Let's see if you enjoyed sucking off Romeo."
When he hesitated, I knew one more humiliation was to come.
One more cutting lash of the crop and near loss of the bottom half his ear got him to rock back on his haunches. The reason for his reluctance was on display for everyone to see. He had a huge tent in his wet pants!
"Well, well, just look at Mister Happy," Electra mocked as she toyed with his erection with her crop. Romo, it would appear that your cock has a new fan!"
As everyone applauded in approval, Romeo just beamed as he gave the dominatrices a deep bow and said, "Womo ahways pheathuz!"
"Enough of this dumbstick, Lecta, would be so kind to chain him to that table over there so the club's staff may enjoy his service for the remained of the night. The kitchen crew will love that mouth, and who knows what else!"
People began to disperse and I turned my attention to Howard Homequest. I kissed him, purposely sandwiching Heather in between us.
"Oh, Howie, I need you fuck my brains out! Let's go back to the 'Lollipop,' hang Heather up somewhere, and make love all night.
"Howard, would you mind taking Heather and collecting your limousine while I say goodnight to Mummy and Lecta?"
"Of course not, my dear. I shall retrieve our driver and will meet you by the door," He replied.
Looking at Heather, I added, "And, bitch, if you dare come on to Howie, I'll leave you for the kitchen crew shackled next to Unfortunate Alex!"
From her pouting reaction, that obviously was exactly what she was thinking.
Hey, sis, we all can fool the men, but never try it with another sissy!" I laughed as I left to find Mummy.
What I found was not anything I expected.
Mummy and Electra were talking to their husbands, Henry and Percy - also known a 'Poor Pitiful Percy' and 'Henrietta.' However, both men were dressed, well, as perfectly normal men. They wore the same tropical dinner clothes as all the other men at the party, although my stepfather, Henry, did have pants tighter pants and a frillier shirt.
More interesting, they were holding hands. However, the conversation appeared in all respects to be amongst peers, not dominatrix controlled.
Also of interest, standing next to Mummy and Electra were the male and female dancers whom they ended up with at the fetish ball. The Adonis-like man was worshipping Mummy with his eyes.
"Well, that would explain who was 'accompanying' Mummy home this evening," I thought.
Mummy spotted me and came over to me, keeping me a distance from the conversation.
"Daphne, I thought you were leaving. Is anything wrong?"
"No, Mummy, I just wanted to thank you and Auntie Lecta for all you did for and during this evening. Howie is getting the car."
"So considerate and polite, you are the daughter of my dreams! You are most welcome. Now what you see is to be the topic of a nice mother-daughter luncheon tomorrow. There is nothing to worry about, but there are significant changes about to occur - all beneficial to us. In fact, I think you will be delighted with them.
"Tonight I want you to live out your little fantasy with the Homequests. Hell, the Homequests are dying to live out their little fantasy with you! It's a toss-up as which one is more charged. Now off with you! I have already told Mimi to wake us in time to make a one-o'clock luncheon reservation - and trust me, dear daughter, you will want to look your very best.
She kissed me and returned to the group and whispered something to Electra, who tuned and blew me a kiss as she silently mouthed, "Have fun!"
"Well, things are interesting with this 'Group,' I thought. Then I actually broke out laughing as I added, "Film at Eleven," to my thought. I now implicitly trusted Mummy and resigned the subject to mañana.
Arriving at the door, I spotted Howard and Heather - who actually appeared to be behaving herself, at least for the most part. We entered their limousine, putting Heather in the front seat facing Howard and me. Her face was glazed over with lust in the same manner I had seen several times during the past week. The combination of bondage, discipline and public display had overwhelmed her.
Settling in, I shifted to allow Howard s full view of my showcased titties, pausing only to give him a quick, deep kiss.
"Do you like my young sissy titties, Milord?" I asked as my hands came up to erotically caress them.
He responded by going down to suck one and cup the other with his hand. I moaned and told him how much I liked what he was doing, which just happened to be 'the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.'
My hand went to massage his inner thighs as my anal muscles tingled and clinched. "God, I want this man in me!" I vowed. "I need him in me!"
Despite my best-laid plans, I was actually thinking of mounting him when the limousine came to a stop. It took both Howard and I a few moments to collect ourselves. Heather was in close obit of the former planet known as Pluto.
A voice from some part of my primeval part of my soul growled out, quite verbally, "Howard, it's FUCK time!"
Howard did not require any convincing. Heather simply remained consigned to her orbit.
"Maybe there is a difference between Heather and me." I thought. "She 'zones' out; I have the presence of mind to go for exactly what I want, and tonight that is not only Howard, but also Heather."
"Howard," I said, "We need to be in a bedroom 'NOW.' Gather your wife and follow me."
I got out of the limousine, straightened my dress and proceeded up the gangway without looking back.
Eventually the Homequests caught up and we proceeded to their cabin. Arriving, I asked Howard to secure his wife's leash to a garment bag hook on the wall and get naked. He required little convincing.
I entered to the en suite head to tidy up. After quickly redoing my makeup and hair, I slipped out of my dress, lubricant my sissy pussy, and donned one of two conveniently placed ankle length sheer see-through organza peignoirs that floated about me as I moved. It, of course, was black with red trim to match my risqué lingerie.
Returning, to stand at the foot of the bed, I found everything as directed. Howard was naked on the bed, and a beautiful naked was he - his cock a prize for any sissy, or - God perish - real woman.
Asteroid obiter Heather was secured to the outboard cabin side, overlooking the large king-sized 'bunk' and the fully mirrored interior bulkhead. Her 'thousand yard stare' was fixed on her husband's massive love pole.
"As zoned out as she was, the girl clearly had her priorities right," I giggled.
I modeled my ultimate slinky black outfit for both Howard and Heather, coming as close to a mini pole dance as one is able to absent the pole. Rather than coming directly to Howard, I turned to Heather, knowing that teasing her would drive her husband even more mad with lust.
All thoughts about 'turn-about' were behind me, this evening was about making love to the Homequests as a couple, albeit in a very, very kinky way! It was an honest toss-up as to which Homequest I lusted for more. Heather and I had a future appointment in that zone, but now was not that moment. I wanted to turn up the three-way heat even further.
I came to her and kissed her deeply, whilst my hands explored her perfect, supple body. I wanted to drive all of us to the edge of sanity. I kissed, sucked, nibbled her nipples, fingered her sissy love hole, and stroked her throbbing clitty.
Soon I reached the edge of my rationed thought. I needed a grand fuck and looked to Howard, who was more than capable of delivering just that.
Leaving the poor space traveler in yet another petty-orgasm, I turned to her husband. Surprising even myself, I commanded, "Howard, 'I' will fuck 'YOU' now. Lay down and point that man pole up. I will do the rest!"
He did, and I did!
I straddled him, pulled my skimpy panties to one side, put his cock to my rosebud, and simply sank down on him with a huge, and very vocal, sigh of relief. My orgasms started even before my hungry bottom touched his balls.
"Oooh myyy gahddd! What a wonderful cock!" I shouted.
A truly wanton fuck had commenced. Each partner was in a world of his or her own, but with worlds intensely connected. Time, space and everything else ceased to exist. It was all about his glorious cock in my ass! Wave upon wave of sensual orgasm flowed over me - and kept on building and building.
Then he came. Oh, God, did he come! His pent up sexual tension caused a release the likes of which I had never experienced. I shrieked in rapture, lord only knows saying what. My body shook as every nerve in my body took on a new life.
I collapsed over to his side, realizing that my own clitty had a 'moment' of its own. The front of my panties was soaked.
"Daphne, dear, just stay as you are. I think it's time to release Heather." Howard said.
I remained on all fours trying to collect both my breath and my wits, while he wiped his chest and donned a brocade smoking jacket. Going to his wife, he released her from her fetters - 'magically'- in another coup of Group planning - finding the keys on a nearby table.
He pointed Heather to the head and went to the cabin's mini bar, produced a brandy and cigar, and eased himself down into an easy chair facing the 'bunk' and the mirrored bulkhead.
A still dazed, but refreshed Heather reappeared wearing the second slinky black negligee.
"Ah, Heather dear," Howard said in an exhaled cloud of smoke, "I believe Daphne urgently requires a cleansing - front and back. Lick her clean and then you may let lust take its course between you two girls."
Without hesitation, Heather came behind me and started licking my sticky thighs and derriere, slowly working towards my still exposed gaping rosebud.
I loved the feeling, and when her tongue entered my love hole, the fire within me flickered anew. She slurped out her husband's man-juices with relish.
I rolled over to allow her to suck my panty front. After savoring her sweet mouth over my silk-covered clitty, I took her beautiful head in my hands to kiss her deeply. Our tongues met and played with each other, sharing the blended sweet salty taste.
I said, "Get under me, darling; there is still more of your husband's nectar deep within me."
She squirmed onto her back, and I sat upon her face, facing toward her feet. As she resumed lapping my sissy pussy, I first caressed her perfect titties and then bent down, moved the front of her sticky panties to one side and took her tiny clitty and silk sac into my hungry mouth. She moved her mouth forward to do the same to me.
Although the taste her sweet sissy cream would have been divine, I wanted her at her very best for Howard. This was to be his big double sissy fuck evening. Reluctantly disengaging from our sixty-nine position, I shifted to Heather's side. Now it was time to concentrate solely on her.
After kissing her, I began to work over her perfect 'B' cup titties, wishing to drive her as close to the edge as possible. I sucked, nibbled and caressed them. Moving the rear of her panties aside, I put my finger to her rosebud, delighted that she had used lubricant as well.
"Who ever said we blond, blue eyed sissies were mindless. We knew what really was important in life!" I giggled.
I gently rimmed her opening with my finger and then slowly penetrated it, working up to massage her 'g-spot.' I moved up to kiss her lips and neck while my other hand gentle rolled one of her nipples.
As I saw Howard rise from his seat and drop his robe, I said to her, "Do you want your husband's big fat cock up your ass Milady?"
So far gone was she, her only available response was a guttural groan.
Shifted to a kneeling position just past her head, I said, "Bring your knees back and let me hold them."
As she moved her knees back, I reached forward, first catching her knees and then moving down, or in this case up, to her ankles. As I did so, I rose up on my knees and moved over her face once again. Her ripe sissy arse was perfectly displayed for her husband.
Howard loved it - one beautiful, sexily clad sissy holding his beautiful, sexily clad wife for his manly use! A lesser man might have cum on the spot, but not Howie. His magnificent cock was standing at full attention, ready for its duty to wife and Queen!
"Pleeze, Master, fuck your humbled wife-slut!" came from under me.
That he did, taking her in one ball-slapping-deep thrust.
She loved it, and signaled so with a groan of delight that could be heard three yachts away.
I leaned over and began kissing Howard as he rocked in and out of his wife. He reached forward and began roughly playing with my titties, which trapped Heather's legs between us.
With my freed hands, I pushed my soaked panties aside and guided my now very stiff clitty into Heather's welcoming mouth. I then grabbed her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling them in much the same way as Howard was doing to me.
Howard fucked; Heather sucked - life was very good for all of us.
Eventually I sensed things coming to a head. Heather was in a constant state of multiple orgasms. Howard was nearing his limit and I was at mine. It was time to start the spontaneous reaction.
I let loose into Heather's mouth, which deepened her excitement, if such a thing was possible. As she slurped my sissy juice down, I shifted back, and came down on her. First, I sucked each now very tender nipple and then took her urgently throbbing clitty into my mouth. It was at least four inches long - a record for Heather - and already coated with her sweet precum. Sucking it was sheer heaven!
Seeing this erotic sissy coupling took Howard over the edge. He blasted her bowels with his man-seed. Feeling that moved Heather into an earth-shattering climax.
Her cream blasted into my mouth and down my throat more like a stream of piss. Out of her mouth came an ear shattering, "Oooh yeeessss," that must have been heard three piers away!
We three collapsed into a heap of wonderful post coital peace.
The Homequests had gotten their long awaited threesome!
And I had one helluva night discovering new things - not to mention a new 'personal best' fuck!
Mummy and I had much to discuss tomorrow.
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