Note to sissies from A Dominatrix: No rules or task attached to this piece of 'fiction' but all true sissies would be wise to review the rules listed in 'A Dominatrix Diary'.

 

Princess's Appointment

by A Dominatrix

Part 1

 

My sissy slave husband, Princess, was in the process of paying his usual obeisance to my feet on a recent morning. It's always good to see Princess applying his tongue to my high heels and on this particular morning he was working extra hard to please me since he was about to beg me to not take him to the beauty parlor. He knew that it was unlikely that I would relent, nevertheless, the outings I arrange are so excruciatingly humiliating for the poor dear that he is ever hopeful that I will heed his pleas and allow him to remain at home, dressed in his sissy maid attire, to do housework.

'Please, Anna, my mistress,' he whispered, in his best fem voice, 'there is so much work here for me, I would love to have it all done by the time you get home today.'

'Nonsense, dear,' I said, ' today's trip has been arranged especially for you. You'll have plenty of time for chores and you know that it's a sissy's primary duty to accompany his mistress when and where she chooses. Besides, Felicia will be going with us today and she has been so looking forward to seeing you display your sissy charms in public.'

This was the first that Princess had heard that Felicia would be with us and he shuddered at the thought. He had little time to renew his protests however since at that moment the doorbell rang and Felicia appeared, obviously fully prepared for a day of fun at Princess' expense.

'Well,' she said, taking a slow stroll around my kneeling, naked husband, 'I see that Princess is not quite ready to go out. Tell, me Anna, what are your plans for him today?'

'I thought that we would take him a to a little beauty parlor downtown and give him a make over.' I answered. 'Just before you arrived, Princess was in the process of begging to be allowed to stay home. These excursions are most embarrassing for him, yet, as you can see from the pulsing hardness of his cock he is really very excited at the prospect.'

'He's quite the slut, isn't he?' said Felicia, with a sigh. 'I don't suppose you've allowed him ejaculate recently, have you?'

'Oh, no. Princess,' I said, looking down at him, 'when was your last orgasm and what were the circumstances?'

'Anna, my mistress, my last orgasm occurred 49 days ago and it happened accidentally while you were in the process of tying back my balls.'

'You made quite a mess didn't you?

'Yes, Anna, my mistress.'

'And now you're on indefinite restriction. Tell me Princess, do you deserve to have an orgasm?'

'No, Anna, my mistress, I do not deserve to have an orgasm. I will only deserve to cum when you say I am worthy and when it amuses you.'

'Very good, Princess, now let's get you ready to go.'

I turned to Felicia. 'This kind of outing is a delicate business. There should be no question of his being allowed to pass as a woman, even after his 'treatment', that would be too easy. Rather, we will adorn him with feminine things while at the same time making it clear that he is a submissive sissy male. As you can see,' I said, turning to the problem at hand, 'he is already completely smooth shaven and his legs are reasonably attractive so I think that we should show them off. A pair of very short cut offs will do nicely, no hose today I'm afraid Princess, just bare skin.'

'But,' I continued, 'That doesn't mean that we can't do something interesting with his feet. Princess, go get your panties, the cut offs and the baby dolls with the two inch heels, oh and get the pink socks with the ruffled cuffs.'

Princess sagged visibly at this partial description of his fashion statement for the day. Nevertheless, he left quickly and returned with the required items.

'Now, dear,' I said, in an instructional tone, 'put your things on and we'll see what else you'll be wearing.'

Both Felicia and I giggled as the sissy struggled into his tight pants. It was particularly fun watching him trying to manage his hard cock in a dignified fashion. The giggles turned into laughter as Princess put on his shoes and posed for us. 'Certainly, a bra is in order, wouldn't you agree Felicia?'

'Of course,' she answered, 'and then how about a top that's just a bit too revealing.'

'Yes,' I said, 'very good. Sissy, get the pink cotton top with the bare midriff and an appropriate bra.'

Poor Princess returned and donned the required items. My husband was completely humiliated as Felicia and I ordered him to show us how he would conduct himself on our trip to the salon. Naturally, we insisted that he mince about with an exaggerated wiggle of his ass and with his hands carried limply in front of him. We were so entranced that at one point Felicia ordered him back on his knees for a good tongue polish of her heels as I gave him a spanking.

'Now,' I said, at last, 'lets have a little make-up. Not too much or the folks at the salon will have nothing to do, but he really should have a little mascara and bit of lipstick. Come here Princess and I'll take care of you.'

'Yes, Anna, my mistress.' he responded, as he obediently came forward. My sissy husband presented his face for a few light strokes of mascara and lipstick. When I finished, I stood back to admire my work. Perfect, Princess had the appearance of a totally sissified male. He was feminized, but the shortness of his hair and the shape of his body made his true gender quite unmistakable. This, in and of itself was very satisfying, but the humiliation he was enduring, so obvious from his body language, made the scene doubly exciting. Again, Felicia and I laughed openly as we gathered our things and our slave and prepared to depart for Princess's appointment.

Just as we were about to leave, it occurred to me that a little extra humiliation for the sissy would be fun. 'Princess, go and get your leash and collar.' At this order, I could tell that my sissy slave was about to beg me that he not be collared, yet the resolute look in my eye stopped him cold.

'Yes, Anna my mistress, which collar shall I get?'

'Oh, the collar for your balls seems appropriate today, especially in light of your 'accident' 49 days ago.'

When he returned with the requested items he was ordered to pull down his shorts and panties and spread his legs enough to allow me access. I was about to snap the scrotum collar in place when I had a thought.

'Felicia,' I said, indicating that she should come over, 'would you like to do the honors?'

 

'Why, Anna, I'd be delighted.' She said, taking the collar from me. 'Now then, Princess, I'm just going to reach between your legs and pull your balls back.' So saying, the collar was put in place, a leash attached and the whole arrangement was dragged back between his legs. Of course, this caused his erect cock to point straight forward in a most obscene manner. He was then instructed to pull his panties and shorts back on and we laughed once more as he fussed over the positioning of his engorged prick.

Now we had him in a fine helpless position with the leash pulled hard up into the crack of his ass and then over the top of his waistband. With a little giddy-up flick of the leash, I had him lead me about the room as I tested his response to various tensions. I soon discovered that only a slight pull on the leash would cause my husband a great deal of discomfort.

'What do you think, Felicia?' I asked my friend, 'Does he look like an enslaved sissy to you?'

'He looks marvelous, Anna. Let's go show him off.'

(To Be Continued-)

   

   

   

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