Well sissies, you really should put on a little lipstick for this one.

 

Princess' Appointment

by A Dominatrix

 

Part 2

 

It was a sunny spring day, just right for showing off a submissive male. Felicia and I strolled out onto the street with my sissy husband, Princess, leading the way. The leash I held in my hand was attached to his balls and every once in a while I gave it a gentle tug to remind Princess that I was in total control of the situation. I just love giving my husband the 'poodle' treatment and I was not disappointed in his humiliated response.

While Princess cringed and blushed at this forced display of his feminized self, he nevertheless was well trained enough to mince down the street with his best sissy posture. His hands were held outstretched at his waist, with an exaggerated, effeminate pose and his hips swayed seductively from side to side as he took each small step, one foot directly in front of the other. Of course he looked down demurely as he walked, further betraying his shame at his now permanent condition.

As we walked, I conversed casually with Felicia. 'You know,' I said, 'Princess always had a fascination for wearing women's clothes yet I don't think he quite realized where things would lead when he confessed his desires to me.'

'Were you surprised that he was a cross dresser, Anna?'

'Not really. His submissive nature was always very obvious so when he told me about his need to wear women's things, it seemed natural. I think he was the one who was surprised when I offered to allow him to act on those desires and I'm sure he didn't suspect that the price he would pay for my permission would be to submit himself completely to my control. He seems satisfied with the arrangement however. Princess,' I said, speaking up, 'tell Felicia how it feels to be my sissy slave.'

'Yes, Anna my mistress.' came his breathy response. I find it particularly exciting to hear my husband's female voice (the only voice he is allowed to use, the product of hours of practice) and now he spoke softly, but clearly, to my friend as we walked. 'It gives me great pleasure to be my mistress Anna's sissy slut and maid-in-waiting. I am really very empty headed and I am thankful for her guidance and her willingness to take control of my life.'

'Why is it that I can dominate you so easily, Princess?' I asked.

'Anna, my mistress, my cock and balls are the source of my submission. Giving myself to you, to use as you wish, to humiliate as you wish, provides me with a sexual excitement that is unquenchable. I am now utterly unable to resist you in any way. My cock is yours. My balls are yours. My soul is yours.'

'Very good, Princess.'

'Do you have any further plans for him?' asked Felicia.

'Well, I think it would be very exciting to see him sucking a real cock. Of course, he's required to practice on dildos and various other objects on a regular basis so I think he may soon be ready for the real thing. Before we cross that threshold however, he will have to show me that he can take a large strap-on completely into his throat. We'll be working on that later today, would you like to observe, Felicia?'

I glanced at Felicia as I said this and I saw that she was delighted at the prospect. 'That would be wonderful.' she answered, licking her lips. 'Have you given any consideration to who's cock Princess might be sucking when that time arrives?'

'Certainly I would want Princess to have his mouth fucked by a very large penis, but I'm not going to deliver him to just any male. Another sissy's or a she-male's cock, stuffed into his face, is the only thing that would turn me on. Why do you ask?'

'Oh,' she responded, thoughtfully, 'you've really been an inspiration to me, Anna. I've been thinking that it would be very nice to have my own sissy, who is enslaved like Princess, and I thought that perhaps you could help me identify and train the appropriate candidate. Then we could have a 'matched pair' for all sorts of activities.'

I can't say that I was much surprised by Felicia's idea. For some time, her fascination with my use and abuse of Princess had led me to think that she might be interested in having her own sissy slut at her disposal, so I was ready with my answer. I gave Princess' leash a sharp tug (causing an equally sharp intake of breath from my husband), indicating that I wanted him to stop walking, and turned to my friend, 'I've actually been thinking along just those lines and I'd love to work with you on that kind of project. You realize of course that owning a sissy slave is a great responsibility, don't you? Once a male abandons his will to yours it becomes incumbent upon you to do all his thinking for him. His days must be planned totally and, he will require a great deal of attention.

'Without a doubt,' I continued, 'a well chosen sissy will, with proper training, provide for all your physical needs, as any good servant should, but, like any pet, his care and 'feeding' must then become one of your primary considerations. I, for one, do not take these responsibilities lightly and I certainly do not support the notion that these submissive creatures are 'disposable', to be dismissed on a whim.

'Once enslaved, a sissy male becomes quite unable to fend for himself and I believe that it is unconscionable to turn him out, absent some egregious behavior on his part. As I hope you can see, my bond with Princess is based on true affection and his submission to me is only a manifestation of his own desires. It just so happens that my desires coincide with his. There, I'm done with my speech, what do you think?'

I could tell that Felicia was considering my words carefully. She was silent for a moment and then, with a serious look on her face, she answered. 'Anna, I have a incredible amount of respect for your relationship with Princess and I have decided that I want to have the same kind of thing in my life. I'm ready to be guided by you in these matters, will you help me?'

'Yes,' I said, we hugged and I was surprised at how moved I was by the moment. A casual outing had turned into something special for all of us. Not that Princess was going to be allowed to forget his place. As our embrace ended, I saw him gazing at us. 'What are you looking at slut?' I said sharply, tugging once again at the leash. 'Get going, we'll be late and I may have to blame you.' With that, Princess stepped out once again and, as a gesture to Felicia, in honor of our pact, I handed her the leash.

The salon was not far away, but distant enough that several passers-by had an opportunity to see my husband's humiliated state. Of course he blushed and quailed at each encounter, especially when a carload of teenage girls slowed and offered several derisive comments regarding Princess' attire and mannerisms. It was particularly funny when one of the girls, noticing the bulge in his revealing cut-offs, wondered aloud if it was authentic or perhaps just a sock put there to create the illusion of masculinity. This is just the kind of banter that causes my sissy the greatest embarrassment and Princess blushed a deep scarlet as he continued to mince down the street.

At last however, he gained the 'safety' of the salon, not too late, and we all joined Madame Camille in her office for the introductory consultation. I've know Madame for several years and she has, on a variety of occasions, expressed an interest in working with Princess. To this point I had not availed myself of her services, in large part because I like taking things slowly with his transformation. Much of my enjoyment at having a sissy slave is his gradual feminization. For me, each step must be thought through carefully and savored.

'Ah, Anna,' Madam said, with just a trace of French accent, 'I have been so looking forward to this day. I have seen you parading this sweet thing around town for some time now and I admit that I have had some not quite proper thoughts about him. He is obviously a work in progress. Tell me, what can I do for his appearance that would give you the greatest satisfaction?'

Salon Camille is a full service facility that provides beauty treatment and advice for hair, face and body. Diet, physical conditioning, removal of body hair, cosmetics and hair styling can all be part of a program of beautification at the Salon.

'Madame,' I replied, 'I'm interested in your opinion on every aspect of his appearance. I suppose, for starters, you could suggest some ways in which his body could be made more feminine. What sort of diet and exercise would be useful?'

'Hmmm,' Madame crossed one arm across her ample chest, propped an elbow on her hand and tapped her cheek with her index finger. 'He's not wearing much now, but I think it would be useful to see him totally nude. Can that be arranged.'

'Of, course,' I said, not unmindful of her ulterior motive. 'Princess, take your clothes off.'

Naturally, my husband was still very erect and he took an involuntary step back at this command. He's really very shy and he was most reluctant to show these women the extent of his arousal. With just a glance from me however, he straightened up and started disrobing. Shorts, shoes, top, panties and bra were soon in a heap at his feet. As he stood there, in his abject state, with his large, pulsing cock emitting a steady flow of pre-cum, I found myself loving him extravagantly and more than a little excited. It was wonderful to see how readily he gave himself over to me, an ultimate expression of trust.

'Yesss,' Camille hissed, 'he is quite developed isn't he?' Now, she walked around him, again tapping her cheek, but it was easy to see that she was very distracted by his pounding cock. She breathed deeply and, almost sadly, said, 'Perhaps we should get his organ under control, Anna. Could you do something about it, please.'

'Certainly. Princess, please soften yourself.' My poor husband. There he stood, completely humiliated and completely excited as we three women contemplated his throbbing penis. He could no more soften himself than he could jump over the moon. If anything, his cock became harder as it moved up and down in time with his pounding heart. Before long, Madame Camille, Felicia and I were all laughing at his red faced embarrassment.

'Well,' I said, with mock impatience, 'apparently, we need to use The Glove.'

'Oh, my mistress Anna, please no.'

'I'm sorry. If you can't get that thing under control then steps must be taken.' With that, I reached into my bag and drew out a leather glove for the right hand. No ordinary glove, of course, but one with the palm and inner portion of the fingers covered with plastic spikes, not so sharp as to cut flesh but sharp enough to cause great discomfort on an erect penis if the grip were strong enough.

I held it out to my husband. 'You know what you must do Princess. Be strong and it will be over quickly.'

With a low moan, my sissy slave put the glove on and, with a deep breath, firmly grasped his cock. A small cry of pain escaped his lips yet his penis continued to be hard. 'More pressure, Princess, and masturbate. Show the ladies how you please yourself.'

Slowly, with a spastic motion, my slave stroked himself with the devilish device. Still, his erection was unabated. 'Make it quick now Princess. We haven't got all day and I know you don't want me to take over the job.'

Now my slave, with true fear in his eyes, tightened his grip. The initial cry of pain became a steady wail and finally his penis began to shrink until at last it was a shriveled bit of skin in the grip of his right hand.

Swiftly now, I produced a satin penis sheath with lacing down it's entire length. 'Let go, Princess and present yourself' I ordered.

At this command, my husband released his grip and thrust his groin forward giving me easy access to his flaccid member. With one smooth motion, I pulled it through the loosely laced sheath and, just as the firmness began to return, drew the laces tight, leaving only the glans exposed. Instantly, he became hard again but now the sissy's cock was a fraction of it's previous size with the head sticking out, much like a lollipop on a stick.

'There' I said, looking significantly at the two, not unaffected women. 'Now we are ready to go to work.'

 

(To Be Continued)

  

  

  

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