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My Wedding by dirteesissy
Introduction.
A year ago I was lucky enough to win the jackpot on the Euro millions Lottery. £32 million pounds and with no close family left, the entire amount ended up in bank balance. After buying a nice house, some flash cars and a 6 month around the world holiday, I was at a loss with what to do next.
At 40 years of age and little experience with women, I’d found myself surrounded by beautiful gold digging females, but I was very shy. To tell the truth, I’d never even had sex and being a 40 year old virgin, I was loathe to be the butt of a joke so I decided to pop my cherry with someone who wouldn’t make fun of me and decided to hire a professional.
I trolled the internet and picked a stunning dark haired woman named Rebecca. I spoke to her on the phone and explained that I had almost no experience and wanted to be taught the finer points of sex by a much more experienced lady. She seemed very nice and agreed to meet me at an exclusive hotel, telling me that she would make me into a total sexual dynamo and that I should leave everything to her.
The next day, I sat on the hotel bed waiting for her arrival with a sense of trepidation and almost called her to cancel our appointment. I was a virgin and would be making love to a beautiful woman for the very first time in moments. A knock at the door and my shaking legs propelled me up to answer. She was completely stunning and opened mouthed, I invited her inside.
“Hello Chris. It’s so very nice to meet you. I’m Rebecca, how do you do!”
I took her proffered hand and kissed it in response. She giggled and remarked that I was a proper gentleman, not like the usual riffraff she met. She was dressed in a smart business suit, grey pinstripe with a short skirt and a white silk blouse peeking out underneath. Her legs were encased in sheer black seemed silk stockings and on her feet were a pair of red patent leather 6’ stiletto heels. She pulled me over to the couch, sat me down next to her and took my hand in hers. I was breathless, sitting so close to such a gorgeous woman and when she put her hand on my thigh, my penis began to stir.
“First things first Chris, give me the £5000 we agreed for this evening and we can get on with the fun stuff.”
I handed her an envelope, stuffed with money and she counted it. She laughed, as she told me that she loved being paid for sex and that it made her pussy wet. She finished and pushed the envelope into a side pocket in the duffel bag she’d bought with her. She leaned across and kissed me, softly on the lips, slowly pushing her tongue into my mouth. I felt my cock stiffen in my boxer shorts, as we made out like a couple of young lovers before feeling her hand caress my genitals through my clothes.
“That’s a lovely hard-on you’ve got there, Chris and I’d love to see it! Let’s have you naked and I’ll see just what I’ve got to deal with!”
I stood in front of her and red-faced, stripped of my clothes, in front of a woman I’d just met. She was smiling as I finished and told me to sit next to her. She was very caring and I felt so turned on. My cock was dripping with pre-cum and she leant over and gently blew on my cock. I spurted uncontrollably and sprayed my spunk all over the floor. She laughed as asked her to please have pity.
“You expect pity, when you act like a total pervert in front of a lady! You told me that you’re a virgin, but I expected a certain amount of decorum! What do you think a beautiful woman would do, if you hadn’t paid her to have sex with you? She’d give you a telling off and make you apologise for such a dirty spurt! Right, I want you on your knees in front of me this minute and I expect a sincere apology!”
I sank to my knees and looked up at Rebecca, through wet eyes and in a trembling voice, apologised. She told me that I was a naughty boy and she would have to punish me for being so dirty. She pointed to her shoes and told me to lick them, to show her just how much I wanted to be beneath her. I begged her not to be so cruel, but she laughed and told me to lick like a good boy.
I bent down and with a small hesitation; I stuck my tongue out and licked her shiny red shoes. She remarked that I was I need of some very strict supervision, if I wanted to be taught to act correctly, in the presence of a lady. She asked me if I would like her to teach me to be a good boy and make me into something resembling a real man. I looked up at her and nodded, my ego shattered by this creature. She smiled down at me, patted me on the head and asked me to tell her all about my masturbatory moments.
I was hesitant and she told me not to worry, that she’d heard it all before. I lifted my mouth from her shoes and told her that I often wanked over some very naughty movies that I’d downloaded. She told me that I was just like every other man she knew, but that she thought that I was holding something back. She lifted my head up and kissed me hard on the lips, sucking my tongue into her, warm, wet mouth and I wilted. She bought my ear close to her lipsticked mouth and whispered in my ear that I needed to be totally frank with her. She licked my earlobe and I shuddered in a state of arousal.
In a whisper, I told her that I liked to watch strong women taking control of submissive men and making them do nasty, perverted things. She giggled and said that she thought I was a good boy, she asked me to tell her about my favourite website. In a quivering voice, I explained that I loved a site called Divine Bitches. She asked me what I liked about it and I said that Maitresse Madeline, who starred in most of the movies on the site, was a very controlling and dominant woman.
“I think you are a very kinky virgin, Chris and I need to teach you to be the submissive slave of a strong, dominant woman! Would you like me to make you into my slave, tonight? I’ll have you in my power and you’ll be nothing more than my property! How about if I make you my slave? Would you submit to my every desire and instruction or should I just take your money and leave?”
I looked at her and nodded, my cock throbbing. She told me in a very clear voice, to tell her that I wanted to be her slave and I stared at her with desire. I looked at her and in a very loud clear voice begged her to make me her slave. She told me that I would have to prove to her that I really meant it. I was on my knees, naked, in front of a prostitute that I’d paid for sex and she wanted me to prove that I deserved to be her slave.
I promised her that I would do anything she wanted, but would she please allow me the honour of serving her in any way she deemed. She took my hand, pulled me up onto the sofa and gently wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed, slowly and with a deliberate force, asking me if I deserved to be the plaything of a beautiful woman, because I was clearly such a loser. I sobbed and told her that I was in need of a very strict seeing too. She smiled and kissed me on the forehead, like a Mother would a small c***d.
“I’ll only do it if you’re willing to promise that you won’t spurt again tonight! In fact I want you locked away in a chastity device, so that you have no chance and I don’t have to look at this useless cock ever again! You’ve no need to be hard in front of me and I expect you to be under my control! Understand that I want your orgasm’s to be mine, from now on, mine to own and control! I’ll have the key and the only time I’ll release from my imprisonment, is when you pay me to spend time with you! No more spurting outside of my presence!”
I looked at her and with a shudder asked her if she would please, take away my hard on’s. She giggled and told me that I was such a sad bastard, but because I’d asked so sweetly, that she’d love to. I told her that I needed to be under her control and she obviously was the 1 to make me her slave. She reached into her bag and rummaged around before pulling out a clear plastic chastity device. She passed it to me and asked me if I was sure. I was so humiliated, as I explained that I wanted her to lock me away, that I sobbed like a c***d, caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
She slowly masturbated me, as I begged her to be my keyholder and make me into a chastity slave. She kissed me hard, on the lips and licked my lips before reaching down, taking my chastity device into her hands and unlocking the small metal padlock. She slowly placed the prison around my semi-hard genitals and fastened my flesh into her plastic prison. She sighed and asked me to stand in front of her.
She placed her hands on my hips, bent forward and took my plastic covered cock into her warm wet mouth. She sucked on my cock, like the whore she was and made me shudder in desire. I was receiving my first blowjob, but I was unable to enjoy the experience properly, barely even feeling anything more than a sensation of warmth. She pulled her mouth away, a large strand of drool connecting her mouth to my chastity device and slurped it up. She told me that I was a complete and total moron, but that she would make me insane with want.
“You paid me to pop your cherry tonight and now you’ve got no chance of sex with me! I hope you enjoyed that spurt earlier as I intend to make you suffer for anymore opportunity’s’ to milk in my presence! You should be prepared to be without any hope of release tonight and for the rest of the week! From now on, I’ll be expecting you to pay me triple for my time, slave and you’ll be glad of it won’t you?”
I thanked her for her willingness to be my Mistress and begged her for a favour. She nodded and I asked her to spank me. She asked me why I deserved a spanking and I told her that I was a very naughty boy and was in need of immediate correction. She was without pity, as she pulled me over her clothed lap, pushed my head down and told me that I was correct. I would be spanked for my perverted behaviour in front of a woman and she would enjoy my discipline.
She pushed my lips against her stocking covered leg and told me to kiss her silk stockings. As my lips touched her legs, her hand connected with my bottom and I shuddered at her punishment, for the next 5 minutes, as I took a very hard, bare bottomed spanking. I kissed my mistresses stockings and wished that I could lick her shoes. Afterwards, I was unceremoniously pushed to the floor and told to suck on her stiletto heels. Through tear filled eyes, I looked up at Rebecca, as she forced those long thin heels, down my throat and I licked every inch.
“Good boy, Chris, suck on my stiletto heels and show me how much you need me to own you! You’ve been in need of a strong woman to show you for some time that you need to be under supervision and I’m more than willing! I’m a prostitute, a whore and a slut, but I’m superior to you in every way, aren’t I? I bet you’d love to be my sissy wouldn’t you? I think a nasty little slut like you would be perfect in a pair of frilly knickers and stockings, with lots of make-up on your face! I want you dressed in some lingerie right now and don’t pretend you aren’t in need of my silk and lace! I know just what you deserve, Chris and I’m going to humiliate you, utterly!”
She pulled a pair of pink silk and frilly white lace knickers, from her bag and passed them to my open hands. They were completely feminine, but I couldn’t imagine any woman wearing such a girly pair of knickers, ever. I asked her if they were hers and she told me that she would never be caught dead in such sissy knickers, but that they would look perfect on me. I was entranced by the silky confection and when she told me that I was to wear them for her, I begged her not to be so imposing, but she was in no mood to be put off by my indecision.
She reminded me that I had begged her to take control of me and she intended to humiliate me completely, like a sissy and I should be very worried. She asked me if I liked the pretty knickers and I shrugged. She pointed out the word stitched on to the front of the panties, in darker pink letters. She asked me what it said. I read it out to her and she laughed at my hesitation.
“It say’s SISSY, doesn’t, Chris? You’re going to wear a pair of very frilly knickers, with the word sissy on the front and I’m going to love it! Fancy a grown man wearing frilly girl’s knickers! I reckon you’ll be in heaven won’t you? Don’t try and pretend that you’re a strong man to me; after all, I just made you cry like a little girl when I spanked your soft bottom! Now hand them back and I’ll help you put on a pair of naughty sissy knickers! That’s it step in, 1 foot at a time and I’ll pull them up your legs, settle them around your waist, like a princess!”
With a sense of theatre, Rebecca, drew those knickers up my legs and smoothed them onto my bottom. She turned me around, fussed with the frills on the behind and took me by the hand. She led me, very deliberately, into the bedroom and stood me in front of the floor length mirror. I looked ridiculous. She was fully clothed, her suit pristine and her face glowing, while I was dressed like a fairy. I had a tear streaked face, an embarrassed expression and a very frilly pair of little girl’s knickers on.
She reached inside and very lightly, tickled my balls, as she looked into my eyes and pretended that everything was completely normal. I was in submissive heaven, but she made me even more ashamed when she told me that I was clearly a sissy and I should be happy that she’d shown me the truth. I begged her not to call me that, but she was adamant. I was her sissy and I would be required to wear lingerie at all times from now on. Whimpering, I asked her if she was joking, but she looked at me with scorn and reaching around to the rear of my knickers, showed me the frills in the mirror.
“Look at your bottom, Chris, it’s so girly in your knickers and I think you should be honest with me, don’t you? Tell me that you’re a sissy and want to dress in lingerie, for me, like a good girl! Go on and I’ll let you look up my skirt at my panties! Don’t be shy, just us girls here and I won’t tell a soul about your kinky fetish! You do want to be my little sissy, don’t you, Chris? You do want to be dressed in the most frilly of lingerie and dresses, dripping with lace and made from the softest of material’s, don’t you? I’ll watch, as I unlock your chastity and let you masturbate in your sissy panties! I’d love to see you milk in a pair of knickers, as I look down at you and laugh as you humiliate yourself for my amusement! You want to please me don’t you? Well, what are you hesitating for, tell me that you’re a sissy!”
With a shudder and a squeak, I told Rebecca, that I was a sissy and could I please dress in some girly lingerie. She told me that I would need to buy some clothes for our next meeting. She asked if I had a laptop with me and when I told her I did, she had me turn it on, connect to the internet and bring up a site called Birch Place shop.
We sat at the table, very close together, her soft well-manicured hand inside my sissy knickers and told me to scroll through the site. I was open mouthed as I was directed to order item after item. The most feminine of clothing, in the most silky and frilly designs, but I would be the 1 wearing them. I was to be feminised, for Rebecca’s pleasure and I was quite horrified. She asked me what the matter was and I told her that I was scared that people would find out about what she demanded that I do for her.
“You needn’t be worried, Chris, I wouldn’t want you to be humiliated in front of your friends and family for being a sissy! No, you’ll be humiliated because you’ll be dressed like a little girl for me! You pretended that you wanted to have sex with me when you paid for my services, but the truth is you needed me to lock away your pathetic cock and turn you into a sissy! Don’t worry; I’ll give you everything you deserve and more! I’ll turn you into a simpering French Maid and you can bath, dress and serve me in the most intimate of ways! Imagine me, naked, dripping wet and you’re drying me with a towel! You’re on your stocking covered knees, petticoat peeking out and knickers on display, but I’ll be so nice to you, I’ll let you dress me in my lingerie and help me into my clothes! Won’t that be satisfying, no spurts but you’ll have the pleasure of dressing me for my appointments! Yes sissy, I’ll be fucking real men for money, while you stay home, being my Maid and you’ll love it, won’t you?”
She nibbled on my ear and rubbed my balls, telling me that she loved to be filled by big thick cocks. She was relentless, as I was made to listen to her descriptions of her daily life, but she let me know that I could only look forward to serving her as a sissy. She asked me if I would be her toilet cleaner and make sure that her throne was kept perfectly clean for her bottom. Open mouthed, I told her that I didn’t want to be a toilet slave, but she told me that I should be privileged to be allowed to touch her toilet.
She explained that only a very lucky sissy deserved the position of toilet slave to a woman of her beauty and profession. She was clearly very earnest, as I was told that I would have to spend at least 3 hours a day, cleaning her porcelain, with my mouth and tongue. Her hand was making me writhe, as she slowly tickled my red bottom and used her middle finger to caress my hole. As I protested this latest violation, she put her other index finger to my lips and shushed me.
“Chris, I hope you realise that I’m only doing what’s best for you? You won’t have to pretend to be anything other than a frilly sissy with me and when you clean my toilet, making it shine for my bottom, I’ll be ever so grateful! I’ll make sure to tell you all about the men that I fuck while I’m working and I’ll even save my dirty panties for you, as well! They’ll be full of my pussy juice and my clients spunk, dripping wet and ready for you to hand wash! Fancy scrubbing the spunk filled panties of your mistress, whilst dressed as a sissy French Maid and afterwards, as a special treat you can clean my toilet! If you make it shine, I’ll fuck you, just like you always wanted to, Chris! I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll fill your sissy knickers with spunk, as I push my strap-on in and out of your bottom, just like a real little girl!”
She was making me feel so dirty, as I was told that I would be sodimized by her, just like her finger had started to do and I begged her not to stop. She smiled and told me that I must be a sissy, as only real sissy’s liked to have their bum’s filled. She pulled her hand away from my hole and asked me if I would like to be her French Maid. She told me that she’d carry on with my fingering, only if I was a good girl and told her that I’d be her French Maid. Sobbing with shame and pent up sexual frustration, from her teasing and my desire for her, I told her that I’d be honoured to be her French Maid.
She had me click on the Maids costumes icon, on the website and asked me to pick out the dress for my service to her. As I scrolled down the page, she began to tease my bottom again, making me shudder and shake. She pointed out 1 dress, called the Fanny Sissy dress and told me that I would look so cute in it. I clicked on the page and was flabbergasted at the dress, as well as all the accessories. She had me order the dress, in baby pink, with lacy white petticoats and matching lingerie. She then had me order a pair of 6” Steffie pink stiletto heels. I told that I wouldn’t be able to walk in such high heels, but she seemed unimpressed with my negativity and slapped me, hard across my face.
“You’ll so get the hang of such high stiletto heels, Chris and you’ll look so good tottering around, obey my commands, your bottom wiggling in your frilly Maids knickers and I’ll be able to see them quite clearly! Look how short that dress is and how high your petticoat lifts it! You’ll be on display, but your cock will be safely locked away in your chastity device and I don’t expect you’ll be spurting till you’ve proved how good a Maid you are! Maybe if you please me and show me that I’m the centre of your universe, I’ll release you! How about if you promise to really humiliate yourself for me, I’ll even let you use a pair of my dirty panties to spurt in! Every drop, inside my panties and you can keep them! Only if I can totally humiliate you though, I mean making you into a figure of scorn for all women and it would have to be public!”
She was making me into a complete sissy and I couldn’t seem to say no to her. In fact I would have been willing to do anything for her at that moment, as her finger sank, knuckle deep, into my bottom and slowly massaged my aching hole. She was smiling at me, as I was frigged like a cheap slut and I begged her not to stop. She asked me if I liked her playing with my sissy pussy and I nodded yes. With an almost sadistic push she touched my prostate and I began to leak in my knickers.
I was in heaven, but just as I felt like I was about to spurt she pulled back and began to tease my puckered hole. I begged her for a spurt, but she told me that I was not worthy of a girly milking inside my pretty knickers. She told me that only really nasty sissy’s got to spurt in there silk knickers and I wasn’t nasty enough. I tried to reach inside my soft silk prison, but she slapped me, once and then twice, hard across my face. She was very cross and she made fun of me.
“What a naughty sissy you are, Chris! Fancy trying to play with your cock like a boy, when you’re clearly nothing more than a girly sissy! Don’t expect your crocodile tears to work on me, I know just what you deserve and touching yourself is not allowed! You need some real chastisement and I’m going to make you cry just like the little girl you are! Wait right there, Chris, it’s time for you to be caned! Quiet you fairy and I’ll just get my stiff springy cane!”
She stood up, left the room and returned a minute later with several items. The first was a thin whippy cane, perhaps 4’ long and very bendy. She also had a pack of white lacy topped nylon hold up stockings. The final items were a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane’s, adult sized and obviously meant for me. It took her only a couple of minutes, to have me wearing those stockings and shoes before she bent me over the back of a chair. She pulled my knickers down, they collected around my spread knees and she asked me if I was ready for a well-deserved caning.
I begged her not to cane me, but she sneered and told me that I was acting like a real girly. She said that I should feel free to cry and squirm as much as I liked, but that I shouldn’t stand up or she’d start my punishment from the beginning and double the amount. She stood beside me, her cane in her right hand and used her left hand to caress my still red bottom, from my earlier spanking. She sighed and explained that a sissy’s bottom should be kept in a state of deep blushing rose. She was delighted that I would learn this lesson so soon in my training.
“Now then let’s be having you, sissy! A nice juicy dozen for my pretty little sissy girl! Do you like your shoes, Chris? They make you seem much younger; maybe a 3 year old girl, being punished by her Mommy for being rude and you’d be right! I’m going to dress you as my little 3 year old sissy girl, parade you to all your friends and then I’m going to give you a hard spanking! All your friends will see you crying and blubbering, dressed as a sissy and they’ll call you horrible names! Fairy! Sissy! Pantywaist! Faggot! They’ll be on the money though won’t they? You do want me to be your Mommy and humiliate you, don’t you? You don’t, well let’s see what you say after your caning!”
Rebecca bought down her cane, striking my right cheek and I howled in pain. Her spanking earlier was a walk in the park compared to this beating and I was soon crying. She cooed and told me that Mommy was very proud, but that I should beg her to dress me as her little sissy girl. I looked back over my shoulder and she grinned at me, but I told her that I wouldn’t be humiliated like that. She just winked and said that I’d regret being so silly.
The next stroke was even harder and crossed the first. I wailed, but she just used my pain as encouragement, as she struck again. She reached down and touched my throbbing bottom telling me that Mommy only wanted to make it better, but if I didn’t admit to her that I was her little sissy girl, she’d have no choice, but to keep striking me. I looked back and with wide tear filled eyes, watched as she reached under her skirt and pushed her fingers inside her panties. I heard a soft squelching sound and drooled as Rebecca masturbated.
“I’m so wet at the thought of you dressed like a little girl, Chris and I need to have a little wank! You see Mommy’s like to frig there hot wet pussy’s when they humiliate there little sissy girl’s! I bet you’d be able to watch as I played with myself, kneeling at a respectful distance and hands tied behind your back! Would you like to see Mommy masturbate, Chris? You would, well then you must want to dress as a little girl! Don’t worry about everyone finding out that you’re a sissy, I’m sure they already know, after all I could tell from the moment we met and I soon had you in frilly knickers! Go on say yes and I’ll finish off your punishment and we’ll pick out some nice dresses for you online!”
I couldn’t help nodding, as I was mesmerised by the sight behind me, but as soon as she saw my surrender she pulled her fingers out and continued my caning. By the final stoke I was a blubbering wreck, so when Rebecca lifted me up, pulled up my knickers and sat me on her lap, I was under no illusion about who was in charge. She gave me a big hug and stroked my hair, telling me that I was Mommy’s precious little sissy girl. She made me feel like the centre of her world and I had never felt so close to another person.
She pointed to the laptop and told me to click on the adult baby page. I was to be emasculated by this young beautiful woman and I tried to object, but she pushed her fingers deep in to my mouth. The fingers she’d used to masturbate and she goggled, telling me that I should suck on her fingers until my pacifier arrived. She kissed me on the forehead telling me that I was good at using my mouth and she would be looking forward to watching me suck on 1 of her nice big strap-on cocks. I licked and sucked, my eyes wide and tear-filled, but she soon had me choosing my latest collection of dresses and lingerie.
“With your French Maid’s dress and lingerie, you could almost pretend you were a real man under the outfit, but no such luck with these ensemble’s, sissy! There perfect to let everyone into your secret, aren’t they? Don’t worry though I’ll be a little bit respectful of your boundaries, I won’t put you in diapers and have you use them in front of our guests! See I’m such a caring Mommy aren’t I? After all a 3 year old girl doesn’t use diapers, they use a potty like a big girl! Just ask me for permission to go wee-wee or p*o-p*o and you can fill your potty like a good little sissy! Oh, are you all right Chris, you keep crying, maybe you’ll feel better knowing we’ll all be there to make sure you fill your potty and then I’ll wipe your bottom! There’s no privacy for little girl’s using their potty’s and you’ll be Mommy’s good girl and enjoy your observation, won’t you?”
I almost spurted in my knickers. I was so humiliated and strung out, though, I couldn’t tell if I was almost wetting myself or spurting. Rebecca was once again fingering my hole as I picked numerous dresses and lingerie from the website, along with assorted accessories. When I added up the total, it came to over £6000. I asked for my wallet, pulled out my credit card and paid. Rebecca giggled and told me that she’d had enough for now and she was leaving. I begged her to stay, but she told me to stop being so clingy.
She stripped me naked, tidied up her appearance and said goodbye. She reminded me to call her to set up the next session and told me that I should bring much more money for her next time. She also told me that I should bring my French Maids uniform, all associated lingerie, stiletto heels and nothing else.
“I must say I’m rather looking forward to our next encounter, Chris! Not because you’ll be there, but I can’t wait to take lots of your money and then humiliate you! Next Friday, call me at 11 o’clock and we’ll confirm your arrival for 1 o’clock. Oh and sissy, if you think you can just forget all about me and never contact me again, you should be aware that I recorded this entire session! Don’t think for a minute that I won’t spread it all over the web if you don’t obey my orders!”
With that she stormed out of the room. I stood there, naked apart from my chastity, remembering that she had the key and wishing that it was next Friday already.
Chapter 1.
I spent the following week, holed up at home, in a complete state of panic. I was so ashamed of my session with Rebecca and yet I’d never felt so horny and turned on in my entire life. The fact I was unable to masturbate, because of my chastity device, made the week last even longer, but when the packages containing my sissy wardrobe arrived I almost used a hacksaw to remove the plastic contraption and wank. I persevered, though and made it all the way to Friday morning. I reached for my phone and called Rebecca, my heart pounding and my palms sweating.
She answered after the 6th ring and immediately tore into me. She asked me if I was her little sissy girl, telling me to answer her in a high lisping voice and make it quick. I told her that I was her little sissy girl and begged her to allow me to serve her today. She reminded me that I would be her French Maid and that I was to arrive promptly at 1 o’clock. I told her that I would be on time and that I was in need of a well needed spanking.
“Don’t worry, I’ll soon have your pert little bottom a lovely shade of red, but you must do something for before you arrive. I want you to go to your nearest chemist’s, ask a member of staff for hair removal crème and return home to use the contents! The only hair I expect on your body when you walk through my doors, are your eyebrows and the hair on top of your head! Am I making myself clear, sissy? I want you as smooth as a little girl for your Mommy! Now get to it sissy!”
As soon as she put down the phone I was out of the door, in my car and on the way to the chemist. 2 hours and some stretching to some very hard to reach places later, I was pulling on to Rebecca’s drive and lifting out clothing bags before knocking on her front door. She opened it, looked at me with amusement and beckoned me inside. She had me put down my bags, strip naked and then lock away my male clothes in a large cupboard, in the hallway.
Rebecca stood in front of me, dressed in a light summer dress, very short, with shiny white nylon tights and 3” heels. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I knelt down. She took a few moments to inspect my hairless body, tutting occasionally before pointing to her shoes. I bent over and licked them. She meanwhile took something from a shelf and clipped it to my chastity device. It was a leash.
“Come along now, sissy! It’s time for your servitude to begin and I want you to meet a dear friend of mine, Gemma! Now don’t be silly, you’ve got nothing to be scared of, I’ve let Gemma see the nice movie from our last meeting and she’d agreed to watch you this evening, while I’m out with my client! Come on, this way and we’ll just let Gemma say hello!”
I was tugged along, behind my smirking mistress and led in to a large, spacious living room. Sat on a leather sofa was a young red haired woman, dressed in a form-fitting red dress, with black fishnet stockings on her legs and a massive pair of red stiletto heels on her feet. She was stern faced and looked at me with a haughty expression. I was already scared, so when I was led over to her and ordered to kneel at her feet, I almost fainted with shame. I was naked, in front of 2 fully clothed women, except for my chastity and let me tell you I was grateful for the plastic.
Rebecca introduced me to her friend and handed my leash over to her. She said good-bye to Gemma and I realised that I was to be left alone with this unknown woman while my mistress headed out. I was horrified at the thought, but Rebecca giggled at my shocked face and told me to listen carefully to Gemma. She was to be obeyed in every way or she’d be informed upon her return and I would be caned once again.
“Don’t worry, Chris, Gemma will supervise your feminisation, while I head into town to buy some slutty lingerie for tonight’s client! Don’t forget, that it’s your job to prepare me for tonight’s work, so I couldn’t really help you dress or the whole point would be lost! Now be a good girl for Auntie Gemma and Mommy will let you suck on her stiletto heels when she gets home! You can show Gemma how well you use your mouth! He’s like an industrial vacuum, Gemma, he’s a born cocksucker and I can’t wait to fuck his mouth with a massive strap-on!”
With that she headed out of the living room in a haze of sexy perfume and I heard the front door slam. The sound of an engine followed quickly and I was truly alone with this stranger. She tilted my head up and prised open my mouth. She spat a large amount of her saliva inside and closed my mouth. She grinned at me before slapping me hard across my face. She pointed to her shoes and I leant down, my ears ringing and face throbbing and began to lick her shoes.
She held my leash in one hand and used it to direct my pace, making cover every millimetre before she seemed satisfied. She pushed me back, stood up and led me back out to the hallway. She pointed at my clothes bags, her silence like a dagger in my heart and she motioned me to pick them up. I was led through the kitchen and up a back flight of stairs, up into the loft area. Inside was a small bedroom, laid out with a single bed, covered in pink lacy sheets, a pink dressing table, with a large mirror and a small stool in front of it.
The dressing table was covered with make-up, perfumes, and dozens of different beauty implements and on a mannequins head, a long blonde wig. I was pulled over to the bed and Gemma indicated that I should put my load on the pink sheets. I did and she bought me over to the dressing table, sat me down and using the leash, tied me to the chair. She reached in to 1 of the draws, pulled out a ball gag and fastened it around my head. I was unable to make more than a moan, as I drooled over the pink latex gag. I was turned to face the mirror, as Gemma headed over to the bed.
She began opening the bags, emptying the contents and hanging the dresses in a large pink wardrobe. The lingerie and stockings, she put into a chest of drawers, also coloured pink and tidied up a bit. Every time Gemma lent over to pick up something from the bed, I got an eyeful up her short dress and ogled her pantie covered pussy. She was wearing a tiny black silk g-string; it was buried deep between her buttocks and was in a real state. My chastity was doing its work well, but I was dribbling, my full balls leaking from the excitement and I spent a little too long looking and Gemma noticed. She seemed prepared for my display, but she looked at me with pity.
“Peeking up my skirt, sissy, well you’re for it now and look at that tiny piece of meat between your legs! It’s sprung a leak, but I’m sure you need some kind of release don’t you, Chris? What if I put on a little show for you did a little striptease and let you out of your cage? Would you like that, girly? Would you like to spurt in front of me, as I took off my clothes and called you naughty names? You would, well you’ve got no chance! I’m going to dress you in some very cute lingerie, a frilly sissy Maids dress and put on some very slutty make-up, so the only hope you’ll have of spurting today is when you bathe and dress Rebecca! You’ll be dressed like a total sissy, while she’ll be completely naked and you won’t have any hope of release at all! Now let’s make you all pretty for your Mommy’s big day!”
She released me from my chair, untied my leash, but left my gag in, telling me that I didn’t to speak. She took my hand, led me into a small bathroom and told me to run a bubble bath. She poured in a massive amount of flowery smelling bath salts and told me to get a move on. She peered back around the door and asked if I’d noticed what was different about my sissy bathroom. I looked perplexed, until I sat in the hot bath and looked across the room. There was no toilet. I thought this strange until Gemma re-entered with what I could only describe as a big opaque pink plastic potty. In large dark pink letters on the front were the words “STILL POTTY TRAINING”!
“Look what Rebecca’s bought for you Chris, your very own potty and I think it’s just perfect for a naughty little sissy girl like you! Whenever you’re under our control the adult toilet is off limits and you will use this darling potty! Just present yourself to 1 of us, curtsey like a good girl and wait for permission to speak, when indicated you should ask to use your potty, making sure to use a nice high lisping sissy voice and explain if you want to go wee-wee or p*o-p*o! If we think you’ve been a good and obedient sissy, we’ll get your potty and you can use it wherever you find us! Maybe we’ll be outside or with company, but don’t worry your pretty little head, 1 of us will hold your hand and lift your frilly dress and petticoats out of the way so we can see! Don’t cry, sissy, I bet you’ll soon love using the potty and if you don’t and have a nasty accident, your Mommy will put you into some lovely soft diapers and you can wee-wee and p*o-p*o to your heart’s content!”
Gemma was openly laughing at my mortified expression as she confirmed what Rebecca had threatened at our first meeting; I was to be potty trained like a little girl. I heard Gemma laughing in the other room and she shouted that I better hurry up or she’d put me in diapers, under my French Maids uniform and could explain to my Mommy why I was dressed like a total pervert. I stood up stepped out of the bath and quickly dried myself before entering my room with the towel wrapped around my body.
Gemma took 1 look and ripped it from my body, pushed me over to my dressing table and instructed me in my body moisturising. Next were some feminine deodorant and a very strong rose smelling perfume, which she sprayed all over me. Gemma took my hand and led me over to the bed where my lingerie was placed. I was handed a pink satin and white lace garter belt, trimmed with pink glass silk and small pink rose above the centre. I was instructed to attach the garter at the front before turning it around. I looked in the mirror and my chastity covered cock was framed by the girly garter belt.
Gemma pushed me down onto the bed and handed me a packet of sheer white silk stockings. I very gently removed the delicate hosiery and I was shown how to put on my second pair of stockings. I attached the garter tabs and I felt a smack to the backs of thighs. Gemma hissed at me to straighten my seams or she’d spank my naughty bottom. Using the mirror I fiddled the sheer stockings until I had perfectly straight seams.
“That’s much better, sissy! We both expect you to look perfect, as you show us your devotion by the wearing of lingerie and dresses, instead of being a real man and fucking us with that cock! Fancy letting Rebecca lock away your manhood, especially when you’d paid her to fuck you! Is it true you’re still a virgin? You are, well don’t expect to pop your cherry anytime soon, in fact you better get used to being very frustrated, your balls full and cock dripping in your pretty little girl knickers! You love it don’t you? The more we tease and humiliate you, the more you want! The first time you use your potty, I’m going to masturbate right in front of your face and you’ll have a great view as I orgasm and laugh at you, pervert! Rebecca was right, you’re a total sissy!”
I felt about 3’ tall as she checked my stockings 1 final time before she helped me in to my knickers. She knelt in front of me and I stepped in to made of the same materials as the garter belt, it dripped with bows and frills. Gemma pulled it over my waist and settled my knickers in place. She whispered in my ear that I looked delicious. She turned me around bent me over and had me check out the ruffle covered bottom. She wondered if my dress would cover up my pretty knickers, but told me that I’d have to give her a look up her dress before my Mommy. I looked at her, questionably in the eye and she told me that Aunties need to check that there nasty little sissy Nieces haven’t filled their pretty knickers with spunk before Mommy sees.
Next was a pretty pink training bra, stuffed with dirty panties and made of pink lace. Just like my garter belt I tied it at the front, turned it round and put my arms through the straps. Auntie Gemma asked me if I liked her dirty panties and red faced I nodded. She laughed and told me that she’d bought a black bag full of her dirty lingerie with her. I would spend the time Mommy was fucking her trick later hand washing every piece. She rubbed my bottom through my knickers and asked me if I would like to be her permanent lingerie cleaner. I nodded and she just smiled.
“Bit of silly question really, I mean a chastity wearing sissy needs to touch and play with as much frilly, silky lingerie as possible! Here you go, Chris run your hands on your lingerie, feel how soft it is, how frilly it is and it’s so much more satisfying than playing with your cock, isn’t it? You can tell your Auntie the truth, I won’t tell anyone! You’ve been dreaming about this all week, dreaming about serving your Mommy, bathing her, dressing her and watching her go off and fuck a real man! That’s the truth, your Mommy is a whore who suck’s and fuck’s cocks for a living! She takes it in every hole and gets paid for it! She loves it, sissy, love’s all cocks, but yours! She just wants to lock it away and cover it in silk, but I know that you’d love to fuck your Mommy, wouldn’t you? Tell Auntie, right now!”
I nodded and she smiled at me. She laughed and said that I was a complete loser. She pointed at my dress and told me that it was time. The body was made of pink glass silk and edged in masses of frilly lace. She held it low down and holding on to her shoulder for balance, I stepped inside a silk and lace prison. Auntie Gemma pulled up my French Maids dress, positioned it around my waist and fed my arms through the huge puff ball sleeves. She buttoned the dress at the back and showed me a small padlock, which she used to lock me into my dress. She tied off a massive bow made of frilly lace and ribbon. It held the large white silk lace pinafore in place.
She fussed with my dress for a few moments before she turned me around and asked me if I’d like my Auntie to petticoat me. Grinning at my hesitation she told me that this was it, no going back, a sissy’s first petticoat made sure that he’d never be normal again and did I understand. I looked down at the floor, utterly ashamed at myself as I nodded and sealed my fate. She picked up the very short petticoat and once again knelt in front of me. I stepped in to that mass of frills and lace. In moments I was petticoated and I felt utterly sissy.
“There’s nowhere to hide now, honey! Everyone can see that you’re a petticoated sissy! Come here sissy and Auntie Gemma will give you a nice big hug! Wow, your dress is so soft and silky! Do you like wearing a frilly petticoat for Mommy and Auntie? You do, well aren’t you a good girl and don’t forget that we know that you deserve to be feminized! A real man would have fucked your Mommy and treated her like a whore, but you wanted to show us just how much you need this! Let’s just check out your knickers, I love the ruffles and Mommy will to!”
Auntie Gemma sat me down on my bed, passed me my 6” pink stiletto heels and told me to put them on. I slipped on my new shoes and signalled her if I could please have her help to stand. She told me to wait, that something was missing from my shoes. She knelt down, attached a pair of small padlocks to my shoes and told me that I looked better. She explained that doing housework in such high heels would make my feet hurt, but to prevent me from getting relief, I was too locked in my stiletto’s. She stood in front of me and helped me to my feet. I almost fell over and she said I looked like a new born swan trying to balance on a frozen pond.
She took my hand in hers and helped me find my centre of balance, allowing me to strut across the floor like a real woman. Auntie Gemma told me to bend over, keeping my ankles crossed and bending at the waist. She called this the sissy bend and I was make sure that I showed everyone, just what I was wearing under my dress. She then showed me how to curtsey for a ladies attention and acknowledgment. I practiced over and over again, holding my dress and petticoat in either hand, making a spectacle of myself. Gemma spanked the backs of my thighs, just above my stocking tops, every time I failed and soon had a bright red shine on the backs of my legs.
“You look so submissive and girly doing that, so make sure that I see a proper job from now on! You should curtsey when entering the presence of a lady or when 1 enters your presence. The only time you should curtsey otherwise, is when you are ordered to complete a task and you need to show you understand our demands! You see, we have no desire to hear the prattling on of such a naughty little girl so open wide for your diddum’s, sissy!”
Auntie Gemma unstrapped my ball gag, used a baby wipe to clean the drool from my face and opened a draw. She bought a large, pink latex pacifier up to my face and pushed it into my open mouth. With a flourish, she tied a large ribbon around my neck and made a big floppy bow. She asked if I liked my pacifier. I simpered at her question, but she wouldn’t relent. She reached under my dress and ran her hand over my stocking tops and across my garter tabs, making me totter on my stilettos.
She stood very close to me, so close that I could smell her perfume and the aroma of her warm body. She teased my bottom, reaching inside my knickers and cupping my chastity, I was so horny and Auntie saw my desire in my eyes. She kissed my neck, gently and across my shoulders, treating me like a virgin being deflowered by her lover. She asked me if I wanted to be a good girl and I nodded, imploring her with my body. She laughed and told me that I was a real slut.
“You’re pathetic, aren’t you? Fancy getting all squiffy when I put my hand inside your knickers and give you a little tickle! I bet you’d love it if I pushed my finger up your bum and frigged your hole, but I won’t until you tell me you love sucking on your pacifier like a good little sissy girl! You do love your pacifier, well no need for a finger in your bottom then, just suck and imagine it’s a big dildo, strapped around my waist and ready for you! Show me you’re sucking skills, sissy!”
I sucked like a man possessed and I suppose I was, I was obsessed with this young woman how made me feel like a dirty little slut. She giggled and asked me if I would like some make-up on my face. I was gone at this point and I just acquiesced. I was sat down and given a crash course in the use of blusher, eye shadow, lipstick and all the other products women use to enhance themselves. She turned me to face the mirror and gasped. She’d made me look like a cross between a porn star and little girl. She’d given me bright pink lips, smoky eyes, but it was the freckles that made me look like a little girl.
She pointed to the blonde wig and using hair pins, attached it to my head and gave me instant long hair. She pulled the hair into large floppy bunches, reaching down the side of my head and across my white bare shoulders. Taking a pair of pink ribbons she fastened the ends of my new hair into a very girly hairstyle. Auntie lifted me to my feet and giggled at my appearance. She called me a very naughty little sissy and asked me if I knew what I needed to finish off my ensemble. I shook my head and she laughed.
“You need some very sexy perfume, Chris! No sissy is ever finished dressing until his knickers are drenched in perfume and your knickers need some right this minute! I think something very flowery, perhaps like the roses you used in your bubble bath earlier! Now lift up the front of your dress so that Auntie can perfume your knickers! Very good, sissy, but let’s make sure there completely covered, shell we! Bend over and I’ll spray your bottom!”
Auntie Gemma perfumed my knickers and I looked at her with utter devotion as she made me into her version of a simpering French sissy Maid. She bent down and sniffed my bottom, laughing that I had a very lovely smelling pair of knickers on and did I want to thank her. I curtseyed and she laughed as knelt down in front of her and licked her shoes in devotion. She allowed me to abase myself for a few moments before I was told to follow her.
I was barely able to keep up with her, as I tottered on my 6” heels and I was soon far behind her. I saw her enter an upstairs room. I knocked on the closed door and waited for her to invite me in. She told me to enter and I stepped into a well-appointed bedroom. I curtsied and waited for instruction. Auntie Gemma looked at me like a lion looks at a goat. She was the predator and I was her prey. She pointed to the floor next to her bed and asked me if I wanted to look at her dirty lingerie. I curtsied again and sank to the floor next to her.
“You’ve been a good girl and you deserve a treat, so I want to watch you play with my dirty panties and soiled stockings! Be a good sissy and look under the bed for a bag. That’s the 1, pass it here and I’ll show you my lingerie! Such a lucky sissy, not many sissies get to play with Auntie’s panties, but I want you to see just how pretty a real girl’s lingerie is! Not nasty and frilly like yours, but grown up and sexy! Here take a look at my favourite French Knickers, smell them like a good girl and give them a nice fold! I want you to treat my lingerie with respect and love, after all they’ve touched my naked flesh, haven’t they? Would you like to touch me, sissy, touch my soft skin, with your lips and lick the sweat from my body?”
I tried to act cool, but she just laughed and told me that if continued to please her, she would allow me the honour of licking her sweat from her body. She told me that I needed a hard bare bottomed spanking, as a matter of form and did I want to be spanked on the backs of my thighs or on my bottom. I tried to indicate that I didn’t want any more punishment to my already throbbing thighs, but she ignored my silent pleas, telling me that I should be happy to have a woman give me an honest to god thrashing, for my own good. She pulled me over her lap, dragged my knickers down and passed me a pair of her dirty tights.
She ordered me to lick her tights, paying special attention to the feet and crotch area. She lifted my dress and petticoat out of the way and commenced my discipline. Auntie Gemma had me crying like a little girl by the 9th smack, so when Mommy entered the room during my 34th smack I was a blubbering mess. She watched my chastisement with a smile on her face and watched me lick and suck those dirty tights. I was made to thank my Auntie for teaching me a lesson and she pulled up my knickers, pushed my pink latex pacifier in my mouth and tied around my neck.
I stood up, gingerly and curtsied to my Mommy. My legs were very unsteady, but she pulled me to her and spun me around, taking in every item of my clothing. She caressed my petticoat, lifted it up and giggled at my bright red thighs. She asked Gemma if I’d been good and she told her that I’d been extremely obedient, but that she just thought that I needed a hard spanking. Mommy agreed and told me that she would also spank my naughty bottom now. I was quickly pulled over her lap, my knickers pulled down to my knees and my dress and petticoat lifted out of the way. Mommy took her time, softly rubbing my red thighs before tickling my sissy hole.
“I told you that he’d look like a very girly sissy and you’ve done brilliantly with him Gemma! He’s as pretty as a picture and I know that he wants to be dressed like this because he’s loving it! He’s perfect for dressing in knickers and petticoats, but he needs to be reminded that there’s a price to be allowed to be in our presence! Chris, or should I call you Chrissy now, you look totally ridiculous, but if I was to let you bathe and dress me later, you’d have to understand that you are without a chance of sexual contact! The only time I want to feel your nasty hands on my naked body, is when you wash, moisturise and dress me! You’re disgusting and I expect you to understand that I will never see you as anything more than a loser! Are you crying, Chrissy? You are, well I said he was more like a 3 year old girl and he’s showing us, isn’t he Auntie Gemma?”
I was horrified at Mommy’s vicious tirade and I looked at my Auntie for support, but she echoed Mommy’s humiliating talk. She told me that I was contemptible. She told me that I would never be allowed to spurt ever again and I should just forget about trying to be anything other than a little sissy girl. I whimpered, but then screamed when Mommy started to spank the backs of my thighs. I was beaten for what seemed like hours, but when I was pushed from Mommy’s lap I just sobbed and sobbed. Mommy looked at me with contempt and asked Auntie Gemma if she’d ever seen such a pathetic display. She stood up, dragged me to my feet and had me curtsey to my Mommy.
I was in shock, but obeyed and Auntie lifted my petticoats. My upper thighs, above the tops of my silk stockings were bright red with purple blotches. Mommy told me to bend over and show her my bottom. I obeyed, just like Auntie had taught me and I was displayed for her pleasure. She sniffed my knickers and told me that only proper sissy’s wore perfumed knickers. She seemed to glow with the sight of me in my French Maids uniform and she asked me if I was ready to serve her. I curtsied and she smiled at me. She produced the leash she used earlier, reached under my petticoat, inside my knickers and attached it to my chastity.
I was led along the upstairs landing and into Mommy’s bedroom. She pointed to a large door and asked me if I would like to see her bathroom. I nodded with trepidation and was dragged inside a lovely pale pink bathroom. Mommy pointed to her toilet and asked Auntie Gemma if I had earned the right to become a toilet slave. My Auntie hemmed and hawed, looking me up and down. She remarked that I was showing signs of being a truly submissive sissy, but clearly needed constant supervision and discipline. Mommy pulled me over to her pulled me to my knees and ordered me to take a closer look at her toilet.
“Mommy needs her nasty little sissy girl to be in no doubt that she is mine to own and the best way to demonstrate your desire to serve me is to become my personal toilet slave! So why don’t you show both of us just how much you’re willing to degrade yourself, to be humiliated and scorned! Lift up the lid with your naughty sissy mouth and lick my toilet seat! Let’s remove sissy’s pacifier and watch her clean my toilet with her tongue! Can you do anything more disgusting, Chrissy and still pretend to be human! You’re my property and don’t you forget it!”
I was to be totally humiliated in front of these 2 beautiful, dominate women and I was more than willing to obey Mommy’s perverted command. Auntie Gemma removed my Pacifier and caressed my cheek, telling me to be a good little sissy girl and do as my Mommy tells me. I bent over, my knickers on display and used my teeth to lift the toilet lid. The seat was right in front of me and I slowly licked Mommy’s toilet seat. She laughed and told me I was very naughty. She asked Auntie Gemma if she’d ever seen such a dirty display by a sissy and she told her no.
Auntie Gemma squatted down beside me and placed her hand on the back of my head. She slowly guided my journey around the entire seat, as Mommy called me a disgraceful little pervert. I was being humiliated at the most profound level, made to become nothing more than a toilet licker and my cock was leaking like a faucet. Mommy noticed and pointed it out to Auntie Gemma. She seemed amused at my display.
“Well you’re clearly enjoying you service to Rebecca’s toilet, your knickers are soaked and we’ll need to change you into some dry 1’s afterwards, but before that I’d like you to really humiliate yourself! Would you be willing to totally abase yourself and show us just what you’re willing to do in our service? You are, good, I want you to lift up Mommy’s toilet seat, with your teeth, reach your head inside the bowl, lick the pan and then drink some of the water! It’ll be completely disgusting, I’m sure, but you’d making me wet by doing it! You could satisfy any woman with your pathetic cock, but watching you lick that toilet is turning me on! In fact I’m just going to masturbate, watching you lick and drink!”
I could hear Auntie Gemma’s wet pussy, as she masturbated and couldn’t let her down, so obeyed my Auntie. I was desperate to spurt as my whole body shook with adrenaline and I reached into my knickers, to finger my bum. Mommy slapped my hand away, telling me to concentrate on my duties, but I felt her hand reach inside and tickle my bottom. We were quite a sight, I was dressed like a little sissy girl French Maid, licking a toilet, my Mommy was fingering my bum and Auntie Gemma was in the throes of a massive orgasm. Auntie Gemma pulled my head from the bowl and told me that I was a complete pervert, but she smiled as she said it.
Mommy seemed to be the most shocked at my performance, as she gently fingered my bum and I asked her, in a lisping little girl’s voice, if I’d done an adequate job. She patted me on the head and told me that I was in need of a strict and severe caning for doing such disgusting things in front of ladies, but that she would let me off if I got cleaned up quickly and prepared her for her client. I was whisked upstairs, to my room, by Auntie Gemma. I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and reapplied my tear streaked make-up. When I walked out of my bathroom, Auntie Gemma was waiting, a pair of little girl’s knickers’ in her hands.
Made from double layered white bridal satin and edged with pink frilly lace, they were magnificent. She handed them to me and pointed to the front. ”MOMMY’S TOILET LICKER” was stitched on the front and obviously referred to my performance in Mommy’s bathroom. Auntie Gemma explained that Mommy had had them made especially and expected me to wear them this evening. In fact she hoped that I would be willing to clean her toilet later, after all I was clearly In need of further humiliation. I nodded my head and she grinned. She helped me into my knickers before we returned to Mommy’s bedroom.
“Chrissy, run me a nice hot bath, with lots of bubbles and hurry up! In 2 hours I need to be on my hands and knees, sucking cock and taking a second in my pussy! I’m getting spit roasted by a couple of massive black guys called Marlon and Clive! Best £500 fuck of my week! Gemma you’d love to spend some time underneath these guys getting fucked silly and making a few quid as well! Maybe I’ll bring Chrissy a present back, would you like me to collect my lovers used condoms? They’ll be filled with lots of creamy spunk and you could keep them as souvenirs!”
Was there no end to Mommy’s humiliations, as she giggled at her own suggestion and told me that I could start a collection of her punters used birth control. After all, I wouldn’t need to use any, as I had no chance of ever impregnating a woman. The both laughed at my lack skill in the trouser department and wondered if that was why I so easily took to wearing lingerie. Auntie Gemma entered the bathroom and asked me to come show Mommy my knickers.
I entered her bedroom to find her masturbating on her bed. She was using a large vibrator and was moaning. I looked up her skirt and saw her pussy for the first time. She was very wet, dripping wet to be correct and she asked me if I was wearing my special knickers for her. I lifted the front of my petticoat and showed her the message. She laughed and told me that I was in need of a little bit of encouragement. She patted the bed beside her and sat next to her, as she paid me no heed and fucked herself.
Auntie Gemma asked Mommy what she was wearing tonight and she pointed to a stack of bags at the end of her bed. Auntie Gemma opened a bag and a large pink box came out. It said La Perla and she asked Mommy if she could look. Mommy told to feel free and asked me if I would like to see her new lingerie. Red-faced and incredulously I nodded at such notice. Auntie Gemma passed me a pair of sexy black silk panties, low cut and a demi cup bra of the same style. I softly took them from Auntie Gemma and tried to stay calm.
“Maybe if you’re good for Auntie Gemma while I’m gone, you can play with my lingerie, when I return and maybe try them on! Would you like to wear some of my dirty panties, filled with my juice’s and 2 black men’s spunk? You would, ok then we’ll see and if you’re very good indeed, I’ll even let you remove them from my body! Go check on my bath, sissy and I’ll be with you shortly!”
The bath was almost ready and I returned to Mommy’s bedroom, curtsied to them both and tried to tell them that I needed help. It took a few minutes, but Auntie Gemma realised that I was in need of help, so she removed my pacifier and gave me permission to speak. In a clear, lisping, little girl’s voice I begged for the use of my potty to go wee-wee and p*o-p*o. Mommy giggled at my request and told me that I had her permission to go potty. She told me to fetch it and Auntie Gemma told me that it was in the bottom of my wardrobe.
I walked upstairs and found my potty, opaque pink plastic and very sissy indeed. I returned to Mommy’s bedroom to find them waiting for me. Auntie Gemma placed it next to Mommy’s sofa and sat down. She asked me to come to her and she pulled down my knickers. They were down around my ankles, as she helped me sit down on my potty and took my hand. Mommy reached down and lifted my petticoat out of the way, giving them both an unrestricted view of my evacuation. I was shaking and shivering, with shame as I tried to desperately go, but with both of my tormentors watching me with savage grins, I was intimidated. Mommy asked me if I would like to be alone and I begged her for the chance to be alone, but she was without mercy.
“Not a hope in hell, Chrissy! We both want to control your access to any type of a normal life and the best way to break you, is to control your toilet use! No more privacy, just a series of humiliating begging on your part and we will make you squirm in shame! Potty time, Chrissy, show us what a good girl you are and fill your plastic toilet! God your real a cry baby, aren’t you? Waterworks won’t save you now, so show us that you’re a dirty little sissy girl and fill your potty for us! Pathetic!”
I cried at Mommy’s tirade, but I was in no state to hold out any longer and lost control. With Mommy and Auntie Gemma watching my every move I wee-wee’d before letting a loud fart go and p*o’ed in my potty. I was mortified, as they laughed at me and asked if I was finished or did I need to go some more. I begged them not to shame me, but Auntie Gemma told me that she took great pleasure in watching me be humiliated, knowing that I both desired the feeling and hated it at the same time. She asked me if I wanted my bum wiped and nodded as they removed even that act from my control.
Mommy lifted my dress out of the way and Auntie Gemma wiped my dirty bum, with some baby wipes before pull