Princess's Appointment

by A Dominatrix

  

Introduction

Hello sissy. Did you miss me? I haven't had much time to write since I've been so busy with other projects. When I work with more than one sissy at a time (something I do on occasion), I frequently tie one up very tightly and require him to watch while I put his 'sister' through of series of humiliations. In this case, you can think of yourself as my bondage sissy who has been forced to sit silently (perhaps with large cock in your mouth) as you helplessly watch me give my attentions to another pretty, more deserving, slut.

But down to business. You remember 'The Rules' don't you? No? Well then, before you read my new chapter you must go back to 'A Dominatrix Diary' and review them. I want you to hear me whispering in your ear as you play out each of the tasks I took such trouble to design for you. When you have completed your study you may return, and read the latest chapter in 'Princess' Appointment'.

 

Princess' Appointment

Part 4

My sissy husband, Princess, looked so cute as he sat at the manicure table in the beauty salon. Felicia, and I had walked him to the salon in one of his delicious sissy outfits and engaged a consultation with the owner, Madame Camille. Now, Tammie the nail technician was preparing his hands for a set of luxurious acrylic nails. For his part, Princess was utterly humiliated, both at the treatment he was receiving and in anticipation of having his sissy fingers on display for the world to see.

Right from the start it was clear that Tammie was very comfortable working on a man. Princess was not nearly so at ease. At first, it seemed as though his excessive squirming was due exclusively to the embarrassment inherent in the situation. After all, here he was being worked over by his wife, his wife's friend and assorted professional women, all intent on feminizing him in such a way as to bring him maximum shame.

I finally realized though, that the poor sissy was in extreme pain as a result of the penis sheath I had placed on him during our consultation with Madame Camille. I had cinched it very tight but in my fascination with Princess' beautification, I had quite forgotten about his confinement.

It was a mildly awkward situation since, by now, Princess's manicure and prep for applying his nails was well underway and I was reluctant to interrupt Tammie as she worked. But something, had to be done to avoid permanent damage to my property.

'I'm sorry, Tammie.' I said, 'It seems that my Princess needs to have his cock corset either adjusted or removed. Could we stop a moment to let him get more comfortable.'

'Oh, dear, we're right in the middle. If he starts fooling with zippers and such it's probably going to ruin what I've done so far. Is there any way that you or your friend could help him . . . out?'

At this, Felicia, who had been very much of a bystander for much of the visit to the salon, spoke up. 'Please, Anna, let me see what I can do.'

'Of course, Felicia.' I responded and stepped aside. 'Princess, stand up and present yourself to Felicia. I'm going to be upset if you disturb any of Tammie's work, so be careful.'

Obediently, my sissy husband stood up very slowly, keeping his hands nicely away from his body, turned and made himself available for my friend's attentions. Now Felicia took over.

'Well, Princess, let us see what we have going on,' Felicia said this as if she was addressing a four year old and it was marvelous to see the waves of humiliation pass over the sissy as he waited, helplessly, for relief. Felicia then unzipped the tight cut-offs and, in one sharp motion, yanked the shorts and the sissy's panties down so as to expose his imprisoned, twitching cock.

By now, the little scene had attracted the attention of salon employees and patrons alike and a small circle of spectators had gathered. This humiliation, in combination with the pain the sissy was enduring seemed almost too much for my husband and I thought for a moment that he might faint. Various comments offered by the onlookers added to my amusement. It's fun to step back from time to time, after orchestrating a particular set of circumstances, and watch as other women take on the role of abusing and embarrassing Princess.

'My, my,' clucked Felicia, continuing to speak as if to a child, 'you're little cock looks extremely mistreated.' And indeed, Princess's penis had become a limp tail of flesh that made a pained jump every few seconds or so as his sissy excitement continued to vie with the physical discomfort.

Felicia was in no mood to provide instant relief. Savoring her turn in the limelight, she was more than willing to draw the process out. 'Now Princess,' she said, 'before we release you, please show the ladies how good little sissies get their cocks dressed up by their mistresses.'

This was too much for him and, in spite of the pain and the cock sheath, the sissy's 'clit' began an inexorable rise (at least to the extent possible within its imprisonment) with a steady pulse as he stood there before his audience. The women were nicely amused by this display and I was fascinated to see a small trickle of sweat run down the side of his face.

Felicia allowed the moment to play for just the right space of time and then moved in again. 'Now, 'girl', I'm going to release you but I want no unseemly display and you better continue to be careful with Tammie's work'

Slowly, Felicia unlaced the sheath and it was remarkable to see his penis expand to fill all the available space until at last, the unencumbered cock stood up, rock hard and dripping, for all to see. Felicia then gave me a significant look and understanding her intent, I nodded slightly. Quickly, Felicia seized Princess' cock and began masturbating him with a slow, sleek, motion. Princess, knowing full well the consequence of an unpermitted orgasm, gasped and moaned as he struggled to hold himself back. A steady flow of pre-cum had soaked his pants even as the ultra tight sheath had squeezed his cock and now the delightful, wet sound of a sissy cock being stroked was heard each time he stopped grunting to take a breath.

The situation was made even more compelling by the laughter of the other women as they appreciated the intense struggle that was raging inside the sissy. After a few firm strokes, Felicia, knowing the limit for even a well trained, feminized man, let go and with another quick motion pulled up his panties and shorts, zipped him up and said, 'OK, show's over slut. Let's get back to those nails.'

In businesslike fashion, my friend walked over to the manicurists sink and washed her hands thoroughly. As she dried her hands, she turned and gave a slight bow to the other women, receiving for her efforts a brief but heartfelt ovation from the spectators as Princess sat down to have his manicure completed.

'My, that was exciting.' Felicia sighed, as she made a show of fanning herself with one hand. 'The more time I spend with you and Princess, the more I'm convinced that I need a full time sissy for myself.'

'Yes,' I answered, gazing at Princess as he sat with his hands outstretched at the manicurist's table. 'It's very addictive for women of the right temperament. And, Felicia my dear, you have the proper temperament. How would you like to proceed?'

'I'd like to just keep talking with you. Obviously, I have my own thoughts on the subject and, I'm sure, some misconceptions. But how would you go about identifying the right 'candidate?'

'A well placed advertisement in the right publication or on the right web site would certainly yield a significant response. There are many sissies out there who would be falling all over themselves to grovel at your feet. But before we open the door to that kind of stampede let me make a few inquiries. It's possible that there are some 'girls' in the area who would be a good fit for you. Tell me, if you can, what sort of characteristics you have in mind.'

'Unsurprisingly,' said Felicia, 'appearance and personality are equally important. I want a slave who looks good when he's all dolled up but also someone with whom I can be comfortable and affectionate. I've seen you and Princess together enough to understand that companionship is woven together with dominance and submission in your relationship.'

'I'm glad to hear that your not embarrassed by your desire to have a slave who looks good.' I responded. 'Let's explore that notion. Obviously, there are a great many men who, dressed and made-up, would easily pass as attractive and even beautiful women. They are, of course, a delight. But there are also men, who might never be mistaken for female who, nevertheless, are very seductive when properly feminized. I would say that Princess fits into this category.'

'Yes,' said Felicia, 'I know exactly what you mean. He's large, in good shape, and he even has some muscle but his skin is quite elegant, his legs are divine and a little make-up releases a feminine creature who is quite unexpected. He's a wonderful trophy, Anna.'

We conversed in this vein for a bit until I noticed my little whore standing silently, several paces away, waiting for the proper moment to present himself.

'Show us your sissy fingers slut' I said this, without bothering to look at him, in a tone meant for him alone.

I looked over as Princess minced carefully towards me, holding his hands in front of him in archetypal sissy style. It was funny and the slut's continuing shame at his public submission only increased our amusement. Both of us inspected his extra-long mauve nails closely. While we continued to be seated as he stood there it was easy to view the outline of his very hard cock under the skimpy shorts. A short study of his crotch also revealed an intense pulsing as the thing swelled and relaxed with each beat of his heart.

'Now sissy.' I said, sharply, suddenly, 'Cum!'

Instantly, Princess thrust his pelvis violently forward and then began to make short, urgent pushes as he emptied himself into his panties.

'Good girl,' I said, as Felicia and I both giggled, 'now reach in there with your new nails and show us how much you like the taste of cum. Don't stab yourself.'

  

  

  

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