This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a (mostly) softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway.

It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present.

This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual contact between several sissies and a very firm OTK spanking. However, the main theme is the frilliest of frills galore as Prissy enters true sissy life with all its lacy trimmings and sweet creamy endings. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Miss Prissy Paunceworth

by sissystevie

Chapter VI – Prissy's Playtime

 

The swish of silk curtains and the bright flash of morning light caused the entangled sissies to stir. Prissy and Bunny had unexpectedly, and quite suddenly, drifted off into a deep sleep after the prior evening's intense lovemaking.

They were a sight, dressed exactly as they had gone to bed - high heels and all. Their arms and legs were tangled in a manner that one could barely determine whose limbs belonged to whom. What one could readily determine was that both had very pronounced popsie polettes.

However, Miss Theodosia had a very keen eye for all things sissy and had correctly sized up the sissies even before she opened the curtains. There were elaborate plans afoot for the morning, and it was time to put them into motion.

"Well-well," she announced, "did our little prissy poppets not get enough creamie-pies last night? It's morning, and the time for soppy girlishness is over. I want two proper young sissy girls downstairs for breakfast with Auntie and me in precisely one-hour. And from the looks of you two sticky strumpets, a lot of work will be required during that hour.

"So, up and at 'em! Clean up, inside and out, and set your hair in a manner similar to yesterday. Bunny, I expect you to help Priscilla. Gigi will be up shortly to lay out your outfits for this morning and supervise your preparations.

"Oh, and girls, your little sperm banks are closed for now. Auntie wants your full 'attention,' and that means no squirting! Need I remind you of the consequences of displeasing her?"

The two sissies reluctantly began separating their limbs as Miss Theodosia turned on her slender high heel and departed in a swish of silk from her flowing mid-calf skirt. However, no more than three nanoseconds after she passed the door the two besotted girlie-boys had entered into a lingering, deep kiss. Both were highly irritated that they had slept through the night. They had planned on more lovemaking – much, much more lovemaking - and now were in a serious state of sissy semen stress.

Bunny, being the more experienced, recognized the urgency of the situation and swiveled about into a sixty-nine position. Her need to taste Prissy's sweet cream was at least as urgent as her need to release her own gooey-goodies.

The appearance of Bunny's little bonbon before Prissy's pursed lips was almost too much for the lust laden lass. The possessed pansy squealed in delight as she licked up the little love drops oozing from its slit and then licked her way down to Bunny's sweet plums.

For her part, Bunny was far too busy inhaling Prissy's popsie-stick to make much of any sound other than slurping. These were sissies in search for the Holy Gummy-Goo.

At this moment Prissy discovered the yin and yang of the sixty-nine position. On one hand, she wanted to relish in making love to Bunny's tender teapot, but, on the other hand, Bunny's expert ministrations to Prissy's pole were simply too divine. The way in which Bunny moved her lips and tongue was pure magic.

In was not long before both sissies spurted shimmering gobs of that yummy-gummy into each other's hungry mouths. As Prissy savored her morning ration of sweet sissy cream, she felt Bunny's tongue tracing little circles about her rosebud. Letting out a loud squeal of delight, Prissy did the only respectable thing, she returned the favor.

One of Bunny's delicate little hands began stroking Prissy's renewed popsie whilst the other went to one of Prissy's puffy nipples to roll it between Bunny's fingers.

Ah, Nirvana revisited!

Once again, Prissy - being the respectable sissy that she now was - returned the favor. Prissy's lust learning curve had just gotten a whole lot steeper!

Soon sissy tongues were replaced by fingers and mouths returned to replenished peenies. As lips pursed, tongues teased and mouths sucked, the two frenzied fairies again climbed Mount Cum. Just as she reached its pinnacle, Bunny withdrew her pulsing peenie and let loose its snowy contents all over Prissy's face.

Nanoseconds later, Prissy again returned the favor.

*****

"How long?" asked Miss Theodosia as she took her seat at a pink linen covered breakfast table at the side of the veranda where they had cocktails the night before.

"Within seconds from you turning your back. I'm not sure if they waited until you were even out of the room," chuckled Auntie Octavia. "What little strumpets! Take a look at the monitor, they're into round two!"

"Oh, Auntie, giving them some slow acting sleeping powder at dinner was brilliant," exclaimed Miss Theodosia. "Their little libidos were in overdrive from the very moment I awakened them. I hope Hortense has the wooden hairbrushes and other items handy.

"Oh, and look, the little dears are running late. I simply 'cannot' for the life of me imagine why," she giggled. "I do hope they aren't too terribly hungry."

"Not to worry, my pet, they will not be thinking about their tummies when we are done with them!" cackled Auntie Octavia. "The true charm of young sissies is that they never learn. Why Bunny has failed to even suspect that her room is wired for both audio and video truly boggles one's mind.

"Gigi, dear, please store the monitor and then fetch the senior maid. There shall some additional chores for both of you this morning."

*****

Meanwhile, chaos reigned upstairs as the two sissies attempted to hurriedly get dressed. Gigi had dropped off their outfits and mysteriously disappeared. Bunny did try to help the neophyte Prissy sort things out, but it was just not enough. The twenty-odd minutes of licentious lust made an already too-tight schedule simply impossible. Bunny began to look very worried - and that was just about being late!

Such silly sissies! The die was already cast, and it was far deeper than the dim-witted dears could possibly imagine!

*****

At last, a quarter-hour hour late, the dilatory damsels arrived.

They did not even look presentable. Their makeup, thanks mainly to its permanent base, was minimally acceptable, but their hair was simply a fright. Stocking seams were askew, and the little dears completely forgot to curtsey.

"More sauce for the goose!" relished Miss Theodosia as her not-so-little peenie made its presence known.

Auntie Octavia's panties were moistening as she serenely smiled at the two befuddled boys. "Now this 'will be' a grand morning of fun!" she thought.

It was time to spring the carefully constructed trap.

"Are we having problem this morning, young ladies?" asked Auntie in a pseudo-solicitous, saccharine manner.

"Well, Auntie Octavia, we were just so sleepy that it took us longer than anticipated to dress for breakfast," Bunny feebly offered. Both sissies were intently staring at their mary janes as if they were the subjects of their doctoral dissertations. For the first time since arriving in this bizarre world, Prissy was greatly relieved that she could not speak out.

"Oh, I see," said Auntie, still in her crafty, cunning voice. "Then may I assume that no little sissy kissy-kissy games delayed you?"

"Oops," thought Bunny, as her jaw dropped and her sweet lips made the perfect vapid sissy 'oh' pout. "How can that woman know?" she silently pondered. "I can't lie to her. Last time it was just too painful."

"My little Bun-Bun would 'never' do something 'that' naughty would she?" toyed Auntie as she began reeling in her very well-set hook.

"Well, er, oh Auntie..." driveled the befuddled Bunny, now realizing that she was hooked in another devious trap. Spotting the snickering senior maid Hortense out of the corner of her eye did nothing to comfort the poor child.

"Well, my pet?" again queried Auntie, this time with more steel in her voice.

Bunny did what every respectable sissy would do in such a dire circumstance. She burst out in tears. Prissy, now realizing that they were about to be caught-out, accompanied her.

"Senior Maid Hortense, please check their tessies for fullness," snapped Auntie.

Without ceremony, the stern senior maid stepped over and felt each simpering sissy's little, very empty plum package, leering at each sissy the most wicked of ways.

"Mistress Octavia, their pathetic plummies are completely empty!" came her response, the 'discovery' of which not being a surprise to anyone present - except the hapless sissies.

Auntie merely nodded and turned to Miss Theodosia. "Theo, may I have your assessment, my dear?"

"Well, Auntie, I'm afraid both are really a disgrace this morning. One almost needs pencil and paper to tally the transgressions. Taking it from their tops: hair has a post hurricane look; makeup only barely acceptable with no cute cheek rouge; no jewelry; purged plums; stocking seams askew; failure to properly curtsey; late for breakfast; failure to be candid - although Bunny did manage the marginal wit not to directly lie.

"All in all, quite frightful - not to mention disrespectful - sissy behavior. As I first said, an utter disgrace!

"Thank you my dear. I think you covered all of their despicable deeds," Auntie Octavia responded. Turning to Hortense, she continued, "Senior maid, please take these two miscreants back upstairs and properly prepare them for corrective training. Gigi, you will accompany her.

"I dare say they are unfit to wear stockings until they learn how to do it properly. Use satin bondage and punishment heels. Their botties and peenies need to be 'available.' I have a wonderful new toy called 'Rings and Things' that should prove most amusing. Oh, and do something with their hair that will provide them with a lasting, vivid memory of that particular transgression.

"Be off with them, Miss Theodosia and I have need of a rather urgent 'conference.'"

*****

Upstairs things were all business. Both sissies were terrified as the maids Hortense and Gigi made them completely strip and applied nipple suction tubes that had been set at maximum vacuum power, horrible distending their little succulent nubbins. The maids then commenced redressed them, starting with their feet.

First, the sissies put on high ankle socks made from sheer white nylon and trimmed at their tops with rows of white and bright pink lace. The maids then put on six-inch pink patent 'punishment heels' from the Miss High Heels boutique. They had two locking straps, one about the ankle and the other across the instep. The front of each ankle strap had a huge six-inch pink patent leather bow. Needless to say, the shoes were most uncomfortable and extremely difficult to walk in.

The only article of 'clothing' they wore were matching white satin jackets that closed at their high, tight collars. Above the collar were halos of bright pink lace that tickled their chins and cheeks. From the collar down, the jackets gradually opened up in front, going around their obscenely protruding nipple tubes and ending just below their waists in a ring of bright pink ruffles and lace. A five-inch pink satin bow adorned each shoulder.

Nothing whatsoever covered either their tiny teapots or botties. The only 'adornment' was a silver bell handing down to their mid-thighs from a pink satin ribbon, which was tied into a pretty bow just beneath each pansy's popsie head. Despite their dire predicament, both sissies sported stiff shafts.

Their long puffy sleeves ended several inches above their wrists in tight elastic cuffs from which hung three layers of overhanging pink lace. From under that lace, extending down to thumbless mittens were tight stretch white satin gloves. Their wrists were crossed in front and reinforced satin ribbons had been laced through little rings to bind them closely together. The bright pink bindings were finished in pretty wide bows.

About each of their lower thighs, just under where the little silver bells hung, was a broad pink satin ribbon tied into huge, side-facing eight-inch pink bows. The ribbons about each thigh had been sewn together so that the sissies could only make the tiniest, hobbled mincing steps.

As they sat down at Bunny's makeup vanity, both pathetic pansies realized just how helpless and exposed they were.

"Now my errant little pixies, I will show you what happens when you fail to properly groom your hair," snorted the horrifying Hortense as she sprayed both sissies' hair with some type of liquid. Then, she and Gigi took up combs and began tightly putting up the helpless sissies' hair into small very tight rollers.

Prissy began whimpering as her hair was pulled anew with the addition of each new roller. Also, she looked dreadful in the ugly pink appliances. After putting on dryer hoods and attaching them to hot air hoses, the maids had finished their devilish 'do's' and turned to making up the sissies' faces.

The hot air caused each sissy's hair to be pulled even more tightly about the rollers, adding to their discomfort. However, neither little dear dared challenge the stern senior maid as she and Gigi rapidly, but very professionally, applied their makeup.

When complete, their makeup was heavier than usual and quite striking. Pale, almost ashen-toned, foundation created a weak, waifish look, which contrasted nicely with the bright pink circles painted on their cheeks. Their naturally doe-like eyes were heavily done into a wide-eyed, perpetual-perplexed look. Their matching pink lips were painted into a broad pout. Needless to say, all of the makeup was of a 'no run' variety.

Pleased with their work, they removed the hair driers and nipple tubes. Both sissies were aghast at how pronounced their nipples were. More horrifying, as the maids stood the two sissies up for the final touches, in became apparent that the ugly and painfully tight curlers were to remain in place.

Adding insult to injury, large pear-shaped pink satin gags with attached satin ribbons were stuffed into the sissies' mouths. They were secured firmly into place with bows behind their necks.

Last, but certainly not least, came 'la piece de resistance,' huge pink and white satin bonnets that were tied into place with broad, puffy pink satin bows just to the sides their chins. They fully covered the sissies' torturous rollers with long, face-framing visor fronts that were finished in delicate pink ruffles and white lace. The inside of each bonnet was made from quilted pink satin, while the outside had ruche detail with white lace trim. A huge pink satin bow was affixed to each bonnet's flat, circular back. The lace top of their collars perfectly framed the bonnet bottoms.

They were, quite literally, living dolls.

The senior maid attached ribbon leashes to rings at the end of each sissy's mitten and they were led off, such as they were able to propel themselves, to face the dreaded 'further corrective training.'

*****

Given their huge, sight restricting bonnets, high tight collars, hobbled hands and legs, and impossibly high heels, progress was slow and almost comical, which further added to the sissies' horrible humiliation. Each little tingle of their bells reminded them of their plight. The stairs were especially laborious. By the time the two parading pansies returned to the veranda, the poor dears were quite exhausted.

At first all looked normal enough. The two glowing, but perhaps slightly flushed-faced, elegant women sat serenely at their now cleared alfresco breakfast table. The junior sissy maid demurely stood in attendance behind them.

Auntie Octavia and Miss Theodosia did indeed carry the regal presence of a bygone era. Both had their hair pulled up in a broad Gibson Girl-style atop their heads with an occasional tendril hanging down about their ears. Their aristocratic faces and long, slender figures demanded respect, if not mindless worship.

Miss Theodosia wore a mid-calf dirndl grey silk skirt that fit tightly about her waist and blossomed out over her legs. Sheer light grey stockings traced their way down to her elegant, slim five-inch pink kid leather heels. Her sheer pink silk shell blouse caressed her soft bosom like a fine summer breeze. Prissy was in simple awe of her beauty and wanted to grow up just like his fairy princess.

Auntie Octavia was more stern in her dress. She wore a tight mid-calf mauve silk pencil skirt that had a slit extending well up her left side. She wore the same style heels as Miss Theodosia, but in a matching mauve color. Her full fashion nylon stockings were a pale white color. Her white silk Victorian blouse buttoned up the back to form a high collar about her long neck. Over her throat was an oval cameo-style purple and white pin that bore an old world crest. Its long sleeves began in capped mutton shoulders and tapered just above her elbow to tightly cover her lower arms, ending in six buttoned cuffs about her wrists.

Prissy's adoration of the magnificent display of female perfection ended abruptly when he noticed what both women were holding in their over-the-wrist black kid leather gloves - long handled oval ebony wood hairbrushes! Then, adding to his horror, he noticed that the more experienced Bunny was already whimpering through her silken gag.

"Well-well-well, we seem to have birds of an altogether different feather with their second appearance this morning, do we not, Theodosia?" asked Auntie Octavia.

"Yes, Auntie dear - all wrapped and ready, I dare say!" exclaimed an obviously delighted Miss Theodosia.

"Theo, my dear," said Auntie, "to date you have had all the fun with the new sissy, I think I shall have a go with her on this fine bright morning. You may provide Bunny with her full measure of correction."

"Oh, Auntie, that's perfect, I haven't had fun with Bunny's buns in some time. She squirms so delightfully!" Miss Theodosia enthused. "And who better to acquaint poor Prissy with the tender mercies of the hairbrush than you!"

"Indeed!" said Auntie Octavia, now quite taken up by the humbled sissies' unfortunate turn of events. "Let's move our chairs so we face one-another. There is only one thing better than spanking one sissy, and that to do two of the sniveling snippets at once. Neither one of us should miss a moment of their torment!"

Once Gigi had helped the two women rearrange themselves so they were facing each other, six feet apart, Auntie continued. "Gigi, dear, help place that naughty Bunny over Miss Theodosia's knee. Senior Maid Hortense, once Bunny is settled please bring Miss Prissy Priscilla over to me.

The delay of seeing Bunny thrust over Miss Theodosia's knees with her tender, sweet derrière raised for the most severe punishment was almost too much for poor Prissy. She now was whimpering along with Bunny, and when the inevitable tug came from her wrist lead, Prissy nearly toppled over.

It was almost like a dream - or, more precisely, an execution nightmare - as the horrible Hortense pushed her down over Auntie Octavia's knees. It certainly was surreal. As Prissy was bent over, she noticed that Auntie Octavia's skirt was open about its slit revealing her stocking top and finely laced suspender. However pleasant that sight might have been, it was decidedly not pleasant when Auntie put the toe of her shoe over Prissy's lead and clamped her legs closed over her dangling peenie.

Prissy was utterly helpless and exquisitely exposed. Her bound wrists were held to the ground, her popsie pinched, and her legs only able to move below her knees. Even the sensuous sight of Auntie Octavia's well turned, nylon covered left ankle and beautiful pointed toe high heels could not distract the poor pansy. All the unfortunate fairy could focus on was her little silver bell swaying under Auntie's thighs.

Miss Pricilla Paunceworth was quite simply terrified. She recalled Doctor Learned's dreadful spanking - and that was just with her bare hand!

Matters became worse, when Auntie Octavia gently caressed Prissy's derrière with one and held the menacing long brush down before the hapless sissy's eyes with the other hand. When the hairbrush was raised so Auntie Octavia could switch it to her right hand, Prissy let out a long muffled shriek.

Prissy knew it was going to be bad.

But it was worse - far worse. The first stroke sent stars to her head. The sound alone of hard, heavy wood hitting her tender flesh was nearly enough to make the poor dear faint. Similar sounds of Miss Theodosia having her way with Bunny exacerbated Prissy's plight.

Prissy shrieked anew as her feet began to kick back and forth as several more well placed strokes befell her tender parts.

"Oh, Theo, can any morning be more perfect?" rhetorically asked Auntie Octavia.

"No, Auntie, dear," replied a slightly breathless Miss Theodosia. "I had forgotten how delectable a derrière Miss Bunny has! It reddens so beautifully!"

"Don't forget her upper thighs as well, Theo. We do want nicely rounded rosy botties, don't we?" Auntie Octavia commented whilst not missing a stroke as the count painfully passed twelve.

Prissy had been balling as his cheeks were systematically 'treated,' but when Auntie Octavia moved to the 'sweet spot' crease between her bum and thighs, her sobbing became muffled screams.

Twenty-four strokes later the two sissies' bums and thighs were glowing red. Prissy's burning skin felt tight as a drum. The pain was so intense that it throbbed.

After a few moments, Auntie Octavia announced, "Well, girls, that was for the first of your little indiscretions. For the second I have something quite different in mind - something that will allow you to contemplate what it means to disobey your superiors. Well, contemplate for some of the time, anyway.

Senior Maid Hortense, please bring Miss Theodosia and me the 'thing' part of our new 'Rings and Things' devices. We also will require some lubrication. I believe a tube is included with the kits."

Neither Bunny, nor Prissy was sure what the next punishment would be, but anything seemed better than the horrid hairbrushes.

Silly sissies were they!

The first part seemed simply enough. It was nothing more than a large device placed up their pooties. 'Things' became a little stranger when a bulb was used to greatly expand their bases, firmly securing the shafts in place.

After the spanking, the feeling was actually quite comforting and both sissies' little popsies stirred anew. Prissy even took renewed interest in Auntie Octavia's high heels and slinky stockings.

No other creature on the face of the Earth would have reacted sexually so quickly after such punishments, but these were two world class sissies after all! Likewise, no other creature would have been so naive, but, then again, they were sissies!

The two recovering milksops were helped to their moderately steady feet by the two maids and stood facing each one's mistress. The maids first handed each mistress a half-inch thick and one-inch wide metal cuff that was snugly snapped about the bottom of each sissy's pink purse. The mistresses untied the sissies' peenie bells and retied them with a huge pretty bow to little rings at the bases of their love tunnel 'things.'

Next, two banded devices were put about their little teapots. The larger band went tightly about the bases of their petit 'packages.' It connected to a smaller second band similar, but longer, to the one about their tessie sacs. The smaller bands went down their little lollipops and flared out at their ends to partially cover their pretty purple popsie heads. Each sissy's peenie pulsed with pleasure from the fondling.

Finally, two small noose-like wires were drawn over each sissy's still distended nipples and tightly drawn closed at their bases. The noose's hanging wires ended in two small silver balls, which dangled an inch below their nipples. The feeling, although tight and weighted downward, was not unpleasant.

It never occurred to the silly sissies that too much of a good thing might prove to be, well, too much!

The sissies were led over to the frame that held the swing they had rocked in just the night before. The actual swing, itself, had been removed, leaving only the heavy frame from which it had hung.

Even the silly sissies could guess what was to be swinging from the frame that fine morning.

And so it was. The maids led the two hopelessly hobbled sissies over to the swing frame and hooked their satin mittens over their heads to the cross bar. The two mistresses had put taken seats opposite the bound, helpless sissies and held little black boxes in their hands. They also had donned long black rubber aprons that covered their elegant Victorian outfits from bosom to shoes.

"This, young ladies," Auntie Octavia began, "is a variation on a wonderful device thought up by a sister of mine in a certain, errr, 'organization.' Devices similar to those you are wearing were originally sewn into a dress. It's called a 'distress dress.' Doesn't that sound charming?

"At any rate, she thought the elements might also be used to correct the errant ways of miscreant missies. You will be happy to know that you two are the Alpha and Beta test cases. Now, doesn't that make you feel special? Senior maid is even going to make a video so that the results can be studied. All so very scientific, you see!

"Theo, let's see who has whose box. Give your box a little jolt and see which sissy responds."

Miss Theodosia turned a dial on her box and Prissy's fanny friend began to intensely vibrate, which caused the startled sissy to jump and let out a muffled squeal.

"Well, that solves that. Theo you have Priscilla, and I have my own little Bun-Bun!" exclaimed Auntie Octavia. "Let the games begin.

"Theo, I shall go first with Bunny. Then, you follow the same sequence with Priscilla. Then we shall take it from there until the deed is done."

Auntie Octavia turned various dials, and Bunny began to dance about, causing her little silver bell to loudly ring out in a constant peal. Her little imprisoned lolli-head turned and even brighter shade of purple as it became most agitated. Bunny was clearly succumbing to very intense sexual stimulation.

Suddenly it stopped, and Bunny was left panting with raw lust in her eyes. And just as suddenly, Prissy felt vibrations start from her anal, peenie, tessie and nipple devices. The stimulation increased, and every synapse of her sexual-self was put on edge as her whole nervous system went into overdrive.

Just as quickly as it began, it ceased, leaving Prissy panting like Bunny. Once she regained a modicum of conscious attention, she noticed that Bunny was again the thrall of the wicked devices. Her body was jerking about with her bell madly ringing out as if being electrocuted. This time Bunny squirted massively into the air in front of her. So intense was her release that the squirts actually reached the waist of Miss Theodosia's apron, where they glistened against the shiny black rubber.

As Bunny's legs gave out, she dangled from her mitten ribbons, entirely spent - for the moment at least. Prissy was aghast for the short moment before the sensations again hit her. They were more intense this time. Bolts of lightening-like sexual energy passed through her entire body and soon she, too, was squirting all over Miss Theodosia's rubber apron. Prissy's knees also buckled, leaving her dangling like Bunny.

"My, but this really is special, and we have just begun!" exclaimed Auntie Octavia. "My sisters in The Order will be most pleased! And that was only at half strength and without the 'wicked wiggle.'"

"Senior Maid Hortense, please raise the sissies to their heels. Enough of this slouching about!"

Hortense first went to Bunny who already was struggling to her sore feet, which was no mean feat given the height of her heels and the fact that her legs remained tightly bound above her knees. "On you heels, sissy, or you shall feel the sting of my cane!" the senior maid hissed as she slapped Bunny's still searing buns.

Bunny needed no further encouragement; she was properly terrified of the snarling senior maid, and her rear was in dire enough straits as it was.

Prissy, having seen the 'tender mercies' offered by the senior maid managed to regain her footing by the time the surly servant turned to her.

"Excellent," said Auntie Octavia, 'just seeing them struggle to their feet is worth the price of admission! "However, these sissies are far from being properly milked dry. Theo, dear, put you settings to low as I just did, and we will let our little dears stew in their own juices - or perhaps 'stew their juices' - for an half hour before we turn to round two."

The two helplessly bound and gagged pansies were thusly left hanging in torturously high heels, with tightly curled hair pulling against their sore scalps and their flaming red rears open to the bay breeze. The gentle vibrations from the wickedly wired devices seemed to come in waves. Despite their painful predicaments, by the time the half hour had passed, both sissies' little sails were again at full mast.

Auntie Octavia announced, "Okie-dokie, Theo, this time at three-quarters power and minimum 'wiggle.' Let's do it together.

"Ready, set - go!"

The charges came back with a vengeance as renewed bolts of pure lust racked the tender sweet sissies. If the increased vibrations were not enough, the sissies' pootie poles began to bend about and pulse into different sizes at their deeply imbedded tips.

Both sissies were shrieking through their large silk gags as their bodies twitched about. The balls at the ends of their nipple nooses danced about in crazy patterns. The little silver balls were ringing louder that Santa's entire reindeer herd. It was a deeply panty dampening moment for both mischievous mistresses.

Within seconds of one-another, they both squirted - this time with far less force and in a more clear cream. Their ejaculations barely reached their respective mistress' lower legs this time. Both sissies again gave out from exhaustion.

"It is simply amazing how much their puny peenies can cum. Sissies will never cease to amaze me," exclaimed Auntie Octavia. "Same as before, Senior Maid Hortense get them up on their feet, and we will let them 'stew' for another half hour before round three.

"Theo, my dear, I think we should go to a medium setting this time whilst they recover."

The next thirty minutes were excruciating for the two sissies. Everything throbbed: their stretched scalps, nipped nipples, crushed little purses, burning bums and six-inch heel tormented feet. However, worst of all, the devilish devices throbbed their libidos to the point of complete distraction. They hurt, but they grew increasingly horny once again.

Neither sissy heard Auntie's Octavia's command for 'full power' as the resulting rush ravaged their bodies. They simply were cows being mindlessly milked to their very last drop.

Each made one pathetic squirt that barely went past their peenie heads. They were literally 'done to the last drop!'

Both, of course, fainted. The lessons of the morning would not be forgotten for a very, very long time!

*****

A sharpening pain between her legs caused Prissy to stir from her nap. Her thoroughly drained teapot was again coming to life, and the cage that the horrid senior maid had locked about her peenie and plums was causing very uncomfortably cramping.

Prissy actually said out loud, "Geeze, I hate that cage. What a terrible thing to do to a sissy!"

She could only vaguely recall being helped upstairs to Bunny's room. The ointment they had put on her bum was the first soothing feeling in hours. Undoing the torturous curlers and getting out of her punishment heels ran a close second and third. Needless to say, she slept on her side.

She had no idea of how long she had been asleep. Bunny was still sleeping, also on her side, next to her. The punishment ordeal had been exhausting.

Bunny's eyes opened and a tear ran down her cheek.

"Oh, Prissy, my love, I am so sorry I got you into that horrible ordeal." Bunny sighed. "I should have known better. They always seem to find out everything."

She continued, offering what might qualify as the understatement of the millennium, "Sometimes we sissies are so completely dense."

Bunny started to reply, but remembering her 'silence,' merely leaned over and kissed her new girlfriend.

"Oh, such sweet sissy tenderness!" came from the doorway as Miss Theodosia briskly entered the room. She was followed by Gigi with her arms full of clothes.

Both women looked spectacular, despite their striking mistress - servant contrast.

Miss Theodosia had changed into a long summer skirt and blouse that perfectly complimented the carefully managed mass of Gibson Girl hair atop her head. Her pale pink silk skirt was narrow, but flared at her knees to allow a glimpse of her sea green french heeled kid shoes and perfectly turned nylon covered ankles. A green sash with a v-shaped front went about her impossible narrow waist. She wore a high collared, mutton sleeved blouse that was perfectly tailored to display her soft, sensuous bosom. The fine silk blouse was a floral blend of pastel pinks and greens.

Junior Maid Gigi was in a long, pink taffeta, high necked Victorian maid's dress with long frilly white petticoats and a starched, perfectly pressed frilly white pinafore. A huge white ribbon and lace maid's bonnet sat atop her head with several ribbons hanging down about her slender neck. White nylons and pink satin five-inch heels with bowed toes completed her outfit.

Miss Theodosia continued, "It's nearly three o'clock, and Auntie's garden party guests will be here a four o'clock. She wants two perfectly presented sissies at three fifty-five sharp. I would strongly recommend that you do not displease her again today. Next time it's the cane!

"Speaking of such things, stand and show me your bums so I can inspect them."

This time the chastised sissies needed no second request. They hopped to their feet and presented their tender rears to the young mistress.

"Ah, still a magnificent magenta, but not that bad," Miss Theodosia said. "Actually, from my point of view, a masterpiece - uniform in color, no deep bruises, no broken skin. Just wonderfully rosy! Something no sissy should leave home without!

"Now, into the shower and please use plastic caps. We can't let all the wonderful work your rollers did go to waste, can we? Mind scrubbing your faces and douche twice, using the floral scent to finish. When you are dried off, properly powder yourselves and rub some more of that ointment on your tender bums. And don't forget to take your girlie pills!

"When all that is completed, please help one-another insert the 'fanny friends' you'll find next to the sink. Mind that you use plenty of lubricant as you little rears will be quite full all afternoon. I sincerely doubt that we will have any additional sissy sloppies in your current constrained conditions."

When they got in the bathroom, both sissies were more horrified by their super curly hair than their scarlet bums. It was simply a mass of pin curls - Shirley Temple on steroids. In record time the sissies reappeared and took seats at Bunny's large makeup vanity. Their sore bottoms and cockette cages had put a large damper on pootie plug pleasures. Full titties pumps were attached and their little mounds grew before their eyes as the devises' gentle massaging action began.

With amazing efficiency Miss Theodosia and Junior Sissy Maid Gigi transformed the two pansy poppets into proper pansy prisses. Their eye makeup was restored to its full wide-eyed look of constant amazement, their cheeks again rouged in petit deep pink circles, and their pouty lips frosted with matching deep pink gloss. Bunny performed magic with the mass of curls in their hair, concentrating on their fronts and about the napes of their necks to create very fluffy little bangs.

Gigi added lavender colored dangling heart-shaped earrings and liberal spritzes of the most feminine lilac scent. Miss Theodosia opened up two large hat boxes to produce elegant lavender taffeta bonnets.

The inside of each bonnet was a sea of tiny white ruffles. The high front bill opened up from the bonnet's narrow sides into a broad fan-like halo about their adorable faces, perfectly framing the masses of curly bangs that Gigi had so brilliantly arranged. The bonnets' edges were trimmed in white ruffles, which ended in a larger flat bun behind their heads. The bun, itself, was encircled in white satin ribbon at its base, and its flat back was adorned by another huge lavender taffeta bow. Tight wide lavender ribbons secured the bonnet under each sissy's chin in a huge, puffy bow.

After removing the tittie pumps, Gigi gave each sissy a pair of exquisite sheer white full fashion stockings and what seemed to be the standard ruffled ribbon-like suspender belt - this time made from lavender satin and trimmed with white lace. As the frail little angels fastened the four lavender satin covered suspender tabs, each sissy was cautioned to constantly mind her stocking seams. Anything less than perfectly straight seams - for the remainder of the day - would be harshly dealt with.

Miss Theodosia handed the sissies lacy training bras that matched their suspender belts' trimmings as Junior Maid Gigi drew lavender satin and white lace wedding-type garters up each sissy's legs. Each garter rested mid-thigh and had a huge seven-inch lavender taffeta bow facing the front side. Next, she put on matching lavender satin shoes that had full five-inch curved french heels and thin satin covered ankle straps with a huge satin bows facing to their outsides.

Whilst Gigi was busy at her tasks, Miss Theodosia began a mini lecture, "I'm afraid that you both shall remain in your little peenie prisons until such time as you can better control yourselves. Look, even after the mighty milking that you both received only a few hours ago, both of your petit popsies are straining to erect themselves once again. Besides, it's only appropriate for chastised sissies to be displayed as a warning to other sissies who might be about.

"However, I do have some little adornments for your troubled little twinkies. Isn't that just so considerate of me?"

The two sissies were still far too intimidated from the morning's 'activities' to offer even the slightest resistance. Bunny even managed to thank her. Prissy just offered an insipid simpering sissy smile.

At any rate, Miss Theodosia, sitting at the vanity bench, was merrily weaving a satin lavender ribbon through the little cage squares about the base of Prissy's peenie cage, humming "I Feel Pretty" as she went. She finished her weaving about the cage's base with a large puffy bow. Next she attached another silver bell with an eighteen-inch matching ribbon, again finished with a pretty bow at the cage's tip.

She went on, now adding the song's lyrics too, to cheerfully weave Bunny's cage as Maid Gigi began preparing Prissy's dress, which seemed to be more frilly petticoating than actual frock.

Prissy stood as the sea of froth went over her bonnet and floated down over her bosoms, where it seemed to stop. As Gigi buttoned up the tiny cloth covered button at its rear, all that Prissy could see was a veritable wreath of lavender moiré taffeta resting atop built-in clouds of white crinolines. The cool breeze over her bum and imprisoned peenie told her what she could not see owing to the exaggerated fullness of the skirt - she was quite naked from just under her waist down to her stocking tops.

The dress had a broad starched white cotton collar that fit tightly about her neck and extended from her collar bone up to her bonnet's bottom. Gigi adjusted the bonnet's front bow so that it nestled perfectly between the collar's front. The short sleeves puffed out into huge balloons before coming tightly about her arm halfway between her elbows and shoulders, again finished with pretty lavender bows and their sides.

The unique dress' high empire waist was finished off with a sash that was only two inches wide in front, but grew to a full eight inches at its ends, which were tied into a huge two foot bow in back.

After Prissy slipped on delicate white lace gloves with frilly tops, Maid Gigi tied a pretty lavender bow about her left wrist that was somewhat smaller, but otherwise matched, the garter bow on her right thigh.

The final accessories were a tiny heart-shaped lavender hand bag and fine white silk with ruffled lavender trim parasol. At the bases of the parasol's shiny white shaft was a six-inch lavender taffeta bow. Five matching bows adorned the parasol's top, which was also trimmed in lavender ruffles and white lace. Gigi had her hold the bag in her left hand between her thumb and index finger and the parasol delicately in her right hand.

Prissy was told to go stand before the mirror and practice her simpering stance and cute curtsey whilst Bunny was finished up.

As Prissy moved to the long dressing mirror she discovered that she was a symphony of swishing sounds from her dress and petticoats that was accompanied by tingling from her little silver bell. Her 'fanny friend' caused her to sway her hips, which only served to add to the building pressure down in her peenie purgatory.

Her first look confirmed her worst fears about exposure. Not only was her be-ribboned peenie cage in full view, but when she turned, her very red bottie was on display for all to behold. The two rear lavender suspenders framed her shame perfectly. The spectacle made her facial cheeks blush almost as deeply as her scarlet nether cheeks.

Sissy shame! And it only made her peenie plight worst!

*****

At precisely five minutes to five-o'clock the identically outfitted chastened cumquats swished and rang their way onto the veranda striking perfect pansy parade poses. They minced over to Auntie Octavia and Miss Theodosia and executed perfect deep curtsies.

Auntie Octavia wore an outfit similar to Miss Theodosia's, but in lilac and blue pastel shades. Both wore large Royal Ascot ladies' hats adorned with pretty flowers that complimented their outfits.

During the past week Prissy had worn some very bizarre outfits, but never had she felt so utterly vulnerable and humiliated - even after her first spanking at the hands of Doctor Learned. The soft Narragansett Bay afternoon breeze slightly raised her already impossibly short skirt and made her especially conscious of her exposed imprisoned peenie and bruised bum.

And never had her little cockette wanted to stiffen so much!

As the two sublimely superior women took keen-eyed stock of their charges, Auntie Octavia said, "Yes, Theo, these two will soon be free from the horrible burden of maleness - free to become the simpering sissies they were placed on this Earth to be!"

"Indeed, Auntie, dear," Miss Theodosia enthusiastically agreed, "and what wonderful consorts they shall make! It really is, well - just so 'right!'"

"Pity it must be so painful for the little dears, though," sighed Auntie Octavia with sardonic concern.

"Yes, sooo terribly unfortunate," agreed Miss Theodosia, joining in Auntie Octavia's cunning crocodile smile.

"Alas, we do what we must. After all, it's 'only' for the little dears' own good, you see," said Auntie Octavia as she turned her attention to the party of people being escorted onto the veranda by the senior maid, Hortense the Horrible.

The lead lady was a stunning beauty with ebony hair, searing emerald green eyes, alabaster skin and a look that screamed instant authority. Coyly mincing next to her was a cute young sissy dressed to the nines in the very finest of frilly pink party frocks and a huge white pinafore. She, as well, carried a parasol and wore a cute sissy bonnet.

Following them was a second blond haired lady, also bearing the look of 'she who must be obeyed.' On either side of her were two identically dressed sissy boys wearing shorts and blouses.

Both arriving women were dressed and coiffed in the same style as the hostesses, including the magnificent millinery. All four women could have come from the fashion pages of "The Ladies Home Journal," circa 1910. All six of the sissies, including Gigi, could have jumped from the pages of the latest issue of "Prissy's-Sissies."

Wonderland's Queen of Hearts court had nothing up on Auntie Octavia's little collection. The two women and three sissies who approached were almost as bizarre as Prissy and Bunny - 'almost' being the operative word! The newly arriving sissies were at least allowed a modicum of modesty.

Both Bunny and Prissy wanted to melt into the cracks between the veranda's polished stones. Not one of the three sissies could hold a candle to their humiliating presentation - and any one of the new sissies could have caused a hundred car chain reaction accident on his or her very own!

"Wilhelmina, my dear," exclaimed Auntie Octavia, "it has been too long!"

"Indeed it has, Octavia. Far too long!" replied the black haired beauty. "This is such a pleasant break in my journey. I see that you have done wonders with your little Bunny. And is this the new sissy?"

After the two women embraced, Auntie Octavia replied, "Yes, isn't she adorable? Regrettably, both little dears required some correction this morning. I'm sure their behavior this afternoon will be vastly improved, if not exemplary. Good job, though, that they will not be required to sit on their tender behinds," she chuckled.

"Girls, please give my honored guest you very best curtsies.

"Wilhelmina, this is my docent, Theodosia Tellit, of whom you have heard so much. Theo, this is a 'sister' and dear friend, Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell."

After Wilhelmina and Miss Theodosia warmly embraced, Wilhelmina motioned to her sissy to come forward. As the perfectly pink sissy executed a flawless deep curtsey, she continued, "Ladies, this is my finished pansy project, Dorcas. I'm settling her into her new home up in Boston before heading up to Vermont for Freddy Gingerman's wedding. Then it's back to Wisconsin where I have a new work-in-progress underway. He, for the moment at least, is aptly named Percy Prigmoore Periwinkle.

"I'm afraid my dear Dorcas is a little tuckered out. We rode out from Fromage, Wisconsin in Nick Nickerson's new executive Boeing 737. The little imp disappeared into Nick's private cabin before the airplane even took off - not to emerge again until after we landed in Providence. Well, at any rate, she now had the Nickerson Seal of Approval, and that is no mean feat!"

The elegant women all nodded and smiled in that knowing manner that all mistresses of sissies soon acquire. Nick Nickerson was the gold standard when it came to judging the best of the best pansy panty boys.

Turning to the other lady, Auntie Octavia said, "Good afternoon Fredericka, it's so nice of you to come, and also to give Wilhelmina and her sissy a lift from the airport - and still better to bring your two boy joy toys, Lance and Dickie."

"My pleasure entirely, Octavia," the second lady replied as Auntie and she exchanged air kisses. "Lance and Dickie always love your parties, especially your fair little sissy girls. I'm afraid that being around little Dorcas, amongst other things, has made them a bit randier than usual.

"Octavia, dear, may I inspect your new little sissy toy?"

"You certainly may, Fredericka," Auntie Octavia responded. "Her name is Prissy Priscilla Paunceworth. Actually, she is Theodosia's first full scale 'project.'

"Prissy, this is an old and dear friend, Miss Fredericka Sternway. Bunny, you, of course, know Miss Sternway and her boys all too well. Girls, another pair of nice deep curtsies, please!"

After they completed their 'don't-you-dare-screw-this-up' perfect curtsies, Miss Sternway carefully inspected Prissy. Her hands felt Prissy's peenie prison, causing some considerable distress to its suffering inmate, and traced her long lacquered nails over Prissy's glowing bottom-cheeks. She even pinched one of Prissy's erect nipples and poked at the tender mound surrounding it.

"Octavia, I must congratulate you on your typically brilliant 'bush work!' What perfect red buns they have. However, this new one is indeed a most exceptionally perfect sissy specimen. And you mentioned only one week in total training. I am impressed, and especially impressed with Miss Theo's work with her! Of course, there must have been a history, wasn't there?"

"Naturally," replied Auntie Octavia, "sissies like Priscilla, and Bunny for that matter, are born, not made. Lavinia Learned and Cordie Cutwell are convinced that Prissy's speech problems were simply a result of the conflict between the natural sissy and the foolish faux boy. His mother started immediate remedial therapy as soon as she departed from her initial visit to Merstead Hall some weeks ago, which explains the rapid girlish development."

"I also am quite impressed," Wilhelmina Waxwell said as she walked over to inspect Prissy as well. My own training often takes a full month to get a sissy to this point."

As Wilhelmina's piercing green eyes scanned Prissy's body she felt utterly naked in both body and soul, so completely disarming was the inspection.

"Although I hear Constance's Dani was transitioned in less time, that was after years of preparation, and with the Connie, herself, in control. However, I am most impressed with the young Theodosia. She simply 'must' visit our sisters in Europe this summer. Electra would eat her with a spoon, and one can hardly imagine a better tutor!

"As you know, we admitted Raquel Prendergast to full membership this spring, perhaps young Theo might be interested in applying? She certainly does demonstrate the necessary 'management' abilities."

"Oh, Wilhelmina, I am so happy you suggested that. Those were my thoughts precisely," answered a gushing Auntie Octavia. "As it works out, Connie and her daughter - now named Daphne - are visiting here on their return trip from Freddy's wedding."

Wilhelmina considered the point for a moment, and then offered, "Well, my dear, you do know Connie's high station. Her approval is really all that is required. Anyway, I understand that Priscilla's mother is studying under the Countess as we speak. By all accounts she is a natural. You might suggest sending your demoiselle protégé as Priscilla's governess. At any rate, you're coming over for DeeDee's and Sir John's wedding in early July. It would provide a grand introduction for Theo."

All of the elegant women once again knowingly nodded and smiled in agreement.

All of the befuddled sissies just blankly smiled, dimly unaware that fates were being decided. Other, more prurient thoughts were racing through their lame libido-laden brains.

The two pretty sissy boys were of keen interest to both Prissy and Bunny. They were not just cute, they were beautiful! And HUGE!

The two boys were focusing on the girlie sissies much in the same manner a starved man would eye a three pound filet mignon.

Both were blond Adonises with wavy manes of flaxen hair, long for a boy, but not too girlie. They had piecing blue eyes and the cutest of turned-up noses. Dickie had really sexy tiny freckles, and Lance sported a monstrous bulge in his shorts. Light makeup accentuated their natural boyish beauty.

Both wore crisp fuchsia satin cummerbunds that emphasized their lean waists and 'Peter Pan' collar frilly short sleeve blouses. Pretty black satin ribbons were tied into large bows in front of their lace-trimmed round collars. Short pink satin bolero open vests were worn over their blouses. Cute little black velvet mary janes and white ankle socks with lace tops covered their feet.

Last, but not least, each wore an adorable boy's old fashioned white sailor's hat with a wide black satin ribbon tied into a bow in back. The bow's ends draping down over the nape of each boy's neck. The caps were secured with white satin ribbons tied under their chins.

The boys wore very short, tight black sheer velvet shorts with white lace trim about their leg openings and huge pink satin bows sewn on their derrières. However, what occupied Prissy's and Bunny's near drooling attention were the very pronounced bulges in their pant fronts. Thin, connecting rows of black velvet covered small buttons outlined the super stiffies that lay beneath. Even Dickie, the smaller of the two, had a one of the Grand Teton peaks in his pants.

"Oh, my!" softly sighed Prissy.

"Oh, yeeesss!" moaned Bunny.

As both sissies openly lusted for the large snakes buried beneath, the pain in their cages was becoming unbearable. The comely sissy Dorcas was nice, but the boys were clearly better. Much better!

The laws of sissy boys' and girls' elemental organic chemistry were taking place.

Of course, all the ladies keenly understood such fundamental laws of sissy behavior and, for the moment, decided to ignore the catalytic creampuff reaction heating up before them. Auntie Octavia motioned for mint juleps and tea sandwiches to be passed whilst the four ladies took comfortable seats and continued their light lady chatter.

Sissy Dorcas stood dutifully behind her mistress whilst the maids scurried about. Prissy and Bunny were left standing facing the two sissy boys, literally licking their lips. The ladies seemingly paid the lusting lassies and laddies no attention as they blithely gossiped away about the upcoming wedding in Vermont, which seemed terribly important to all of them.

Between drools, Prissy idly wondered just who were those Gingerman and Nickerson guys.

Soon enough, Auntie Octavia turned to Miss Sternway and said, "Oh, Fredericka, you dear boys appear to be under quite a bit of penile pressure. Would you like the girlie sissies to provide them with some remedial relief before they soil their cute shorts?"

"Why, how very considerate of you, Octavia!" Miss Sternway replied. "Yes, indeed, I dare say the poor lads seem to be in quite a state. I kept them celibate for the past three days in order to keep the boys nice and 'fresh' your party.

"May I suggest that we start with some oral relief? I'm sure all the ladies would enjoy seeing how the new sissy's technique is coming - oh, my," she giggled, "now there's a 'loaded' word!"

"Theo, dear," Auntie Octavia said, "please see to the arrangements, such as they are. I dare say the sissies know what is expected of them, and the boys certainly are willing."

Miss Theodosia went to the drooling damsels and lusting lads and guided them to a soft gassy spot next to the veranda where all would have an excellent view of the 'proceedings. Without further instruction the Prissy and Bunny sunk to their knees before the two cutie-pie sissy boy studs. Prissy found herself before the freckled Dickie and Bunny before almighty Lance.

The sissies required neither encouragement nor guidance. With trembling hands they eagerly unbuttoned the flaps covering the boys' crown jewels. Bunny gasped at the size of Lance's lance. Prissy swooned at Dickie's dick. The 'lance' was nearly eight inches long; the 'dick' was a study, very suckable six inches. Both boys sported full, rich and juicy fruits hanging beneath their throbbing thunder sticks.

It would have been a dream come true for the sissies had not their tormented little peenies remained caged. Despite their peenie pain, both hungrily kissed and licked the boy's rigid rapiers, totally consumed by their tasks. As Prissy fully embraced Dickie's dick with her mouth and throat, she shuddered with an orgasm and began leaking sweet sissy nectar, despite its despicable detention.

"Oooh myyy gaaawd!" she thought, "this boy's cock is deeevine!"

Prissy simply could not get enough of its silky shaft and velvety head as it pulsed with life in her mouth. The perfect boy-cock had met the perfect sissy mouth. Prissy worked his pink pride with shameless abandon!

And was rewarded. Really, really rewarded!

Dickie exploded. Really, really exploded!

And so did Lance!

Prissy and Bunny were sissies trying to consume the impossible dream. Never had so much been given to so few. Despite the sissies valiant cum chugging, boy cream was all about the cheeks and chins.

It even dripped down from their pathetic prisoned peenies.

Sweet spunk was everywhere. In the sissy world it was the equivalent of a five-hundred yard drive by Tiger Woods; a six-hundredth home rum by Hank Aaron; even the return of Johnny 'U' to win the Super Bowl XXX!

It was a sissy sperm squall, but it was only the first storm of a coming tempest.

Despite their recent massive disbursements, the boys' polemic poles had only been stirred. More - much more - would be required to sate them. The boys were desperate, the sissies even more so.

The real tempest began with Bunny begging for her cage to be removed. Prissy merely moaned in support. The boys just continued to throb. Neither of their poles had shrunk a micron since emptying its prodigious product into its designated sissy receptacle. Clearly, the endgame was afoot.

"Well, Theodosia," Auntie Octavia said, "shall we free their little monsters? After all, it's been about five hours since they were milked to the last molecule. That 'is' an eternity for a sissy!"

"Yes, Auntie, I believe we should," answered Miss Theodosia. However, I think they should first clean up each other's faces. We can't have such soiled sissies slinking about, can we?"

"Indeed not!" exclaimed Auntie Octavia. "Soiled sissies are most unacceptable. However, my dear, have them kiss and lick the ickie remains off before you free their pathetic peenies, lest we have premature little explosions. Senior maid, please supply Miss Theodosia with a proper rubber apron and gloves.

As the rubber protected Miss Theodosia had the two sissies rise to their somewhat unsteady feet, they immediately embraced one-another, kissing and licking in a most frenzied manner. Kissing just seemed so right to the two utterly frustrated fairies - and the yummy spent semen was even better. Throughout the kissing, their tiny tormented toolettes oozed sissy juices.

These truly were sissies consumed by lust.

"Okay girls, that will suffice," Miss Theodosia ordered. "You're making the boys even crazier than they already are. I just hope the two of you have an inkling of what they plan to do to you next.

"Stand beside each other and place your hands behind your backs while I remove your cages. And don't either of you dare squirt!"

It was a minor miracle that Miss Theodosia actually removed the cages without a sissy Vesuvius erupting.

It was a major miracle when she retied their silver bell ribbons just under their popsie heads without the expected volcano occurring!

Miss Theodosia became concerned that she was losing her touch - and in front of all these important ladies! However, young Theodosia Tellit was a very resourceful - some might now say naturally gifted - sissy mistress, and had another, and perhaps far better, plan.

"Now girls, doesn't that feel yummy to be free again?" she cooed. "Why don't you show all of us how much you appreciate it by banging your little bells together? Yes, keep your hands behind you and face one-another.

"Excellent, now have your clitties touch-kiss and swing your bells so they hit each other!"

The sissies did as instructed, utterly devoid of the dimmest idea of the shameless spectacle they were displaying to the greatly amused ladies.

On the third crashing of the bells, both sissies erupted.

Miss Theodosia's stock soared to Google-like levels. "This one is destined for greatness," thought one Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell.

"Oh, no!" sighed Miss Theodosia in mock disbelief. "They squirted! And they had been so good before that! What 'shall' we do with the naughty little strumpets?"

The two sissies just dumbly looked at each other as their creamie goo dripped down their partner's belly and legs.

After waiting a few moments, which seemed an eternity to the hapless sissies, Miss Theodosia continued, "Well, if its sex you two want, we seem to have the appropriate tools available. Lean over and hold your ankles!"

She turned to Lance and Dickie and said, "Boys, I do hope you are able to live up to your names. They're all yours!"

Indeed they did.

After removing the sissies' 'fanny friends,' the boys found perfectly prepared and thoroughly lubricated receptacles for their urgently throbbing poles.

To Prissy's horror, it was the massive Lance behind her. Despite her preparation, she felt as if she was being split in two by his massive meat. His entry was slow, but very, very certain. Thankfully, he paused after fully entering her.

After allowing Prissy a moment to acclimate, he leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Work it, sissy bitch! Show me how much you love it!"

Tentatively Prissy began rocking her hips as Lance remained motionless. After a few minutes she began to sigh in symphony with her tinkling bell. Then she began to moan. Then she squealed as the first wave of orgasms swept through her entire body.

"Oooh myyy gaaawd!" she screamed as Lance gave her his version of Mount Saint Helena's eruption. She could feel his sweet boy cream fill her pootie as her own peenie once again shot forth its salute.

Prissy had well and truly been fucked. And she wanted more!

Luckily, Lance lusted for more as well. Virgin sissy pussy was just too rare a treat!

Well, a virgin Prissy was no more! Lance pulled her back with him onto the grass, as his massive tool was thrust even more deeply into her sissy love channel.

When they landed, Prissy let out a yelp of sheer delight that greatly amused all those present, especially Lance. Beside them, Bunny and Dickie were doing their own lawn roll with Dickie on top and fully living up to his name.

Prissy was not about to be outdone by the shrieking Bunny and moved her legs so that she was in a kneeling position atop and her boy. She was determined to use 'Lance a lot.' (Sorry, readers, it was just too delicious a pun to pass up!)

All four sissies were furiously fornicating their way towards the perfect sperm storm amidst grunts, moans and sweet sissy squeals. Dickie's dick discharged, Bunny's bottom filled, Lance gave his final lunge, and Prissy's prickette pounded out its final squirt into the air.

The four very happy campers collapsed in a gobbled, gummy heap.

*****

After the party, Prissy was allowed to mend her makeup and mind her messy bottie. Her soiled short dress was replaced with a more modest pink silk sissy party dress and frilly panties that at least made a token effort to cover her stocking tops. Her hair remained a mass of tiny curls, but at least she was given a huge pink silk double bow to cover the top of her head. Apparently nothing could be done about her grass stained knees.

Once in the car, Miss Theodosia and she rode in silence for most of the way, each reflecting on the events of the day. As they neared Merstead Hall, Miss Theodosia began to speak.

"Well, now you are a complete sissy girl. You certainly did seem to enjoy your first time with a boy. So now you really are Prissy Priscilla - you're no longer 'Peter,' neither in name nor organ! From this day forward you will refer to that itty bitty thingie between your legs as your clitty."

Prissy nodded in absent agreement - her mind was far too focused on meeting that cute lawn boy John on Wednesday.

To be continued...

 

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