First Steps to Sissyhood Part 2
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The third part of the 'Sissyhood' trilogy, what began as an incidental
and experimental story of mind games and control, comes to an end.
Having created Sissy and Missy, two lust crazed sexy shemales Mistress
Cindy sets about completing her kinky little family. Of course, anyone
who comes into contact with this kinky perverse harem leaves themselves
open to all manner of disgraces.
Completing My Sissy Set ? by: Jennifer Richardson [email protected]
From my viewpoint things couldn't have been proceeding any better than
they were. With Marcus Herbert, a well renowned consultant plastic
surgeon on board, there was little for me to worry about.
Both Missy and Sissy were now endowed with firm jutting chests, proud
and pert their tits were both perfect to see, enticing to the touch and
wondrous to suckle upon, all of these were appreciated by Marcus on his
weekly visits to the house, where, after carrying out a complete
physical on the two shemales and administering the hormone shots he'd
spend the night learning of their charms.
I smiled to myself, watched the film of the three of them cavorting on
the bed in front of the cameras. Missy lying on her back with Sissy's
hard clittie being driven in and out of her pouting lips, not that
Sissy could do much to prevent her clittie from being plunged full
length into her shemale sisters mouth. With Marcus ramming his cock in
and out of Sissy's bumpuss like a steel hammer there was nothing that
Missy or Sissy could do but accept and enjoy what was being forced upon
them. Even then they wouldn't have objected, in fact they would have
begged for such attention had I told them to do so.
Over the months since their implants had been inserted and had their
trachea shaved smooth, the carefully monitored and administered hormone
treatments had been making a gradual effect. I noticed it first in
Missy when her skin seemed suddenly so much softer and warmer.
"When was the last time you waxed Missy?" I asked, looking at and
stroking the soft smooth skin above her cockclit.
"I, it, well, to be honest Mistress it must be four weeks at least,"
Missy replied, confusion showing on her face.
I slid my fingers down to cup her orbs, the sack felt so smooth and
hot, and also very tight. I squeezed her their gently and smiled when
she winced with a high pitched squeak.
"You and Sissy are still milking each other aren't you?" I asked,
looking deep into her sparkling green eyes. She tossed her long
chestnut hair and giggled.
"Every morning and every night Mistress! And goodness knows how many
times when Marcus comes at the weekends!" she said, then sighed in
contentment when my fingers began dancing along the hardening length of
her clittie.
"You just love sucking the milk out of Sissy don't you?" I whispered in
her ear then lazily rolled on top of her.
"You know I do Mistress! Not that Sissy can give me much more than a
spoonful!" she sighed in contentment when I slipped her length into me.
So the hormones were beginning to make their effects felt, a huge wave
of arousal rippled through my body, every nerve tingled, senses
sharpened and heightened.
Marcus must have been keeping secrets from me, he would know how much
of an effect the treatments were having, how soon and how quickly. He
really should have told me, of course, the fact that he spent most of
his weekends with one or other cockclit in his mouth and the other
deeply shafting his ass might have helped him forget to tell me. I
could barely wait to hear his mumbled excuses, but, I put such thoughts
to the back of my mind and began to make lazy shemale lesbian love with
Missy.
Since the surgical procedures it had been ever more apparent that Sissy
and Missy were not only reveling in their enhanced, and, in my eyes,
much improved, bodies but they were reacting to their physical needs
with lusty abandon. I had only to brush my hand across their nipples,
clothed or unclothed, and they would be begging me to go to bed with
them.
Wednesday afternoon became a set potion of their very full timetable.
We'd share a long smooth joint, listen to some softly suggestive music
and I'd watch with interest when they slipped into a trance like state.
Marcus had been invaluable in perfecting the process, it had always
been a pretty much spur of the moment thing, but with Marcus's brain
being a goldmine I'd plucked the nuggets of information from him and
honed the whole process down to a fine art.
All it took was the slightest suggestion, a brief sentence, sometimes
only a key word, and Missy and Sissy were all the more conditioned and
programmed. Marcus was arrogant enough to believe that he was safe from
such treatments from me, well, perhaps he was, but then I didn't need
to attempt to influence him. The girls did that for me, not only were
his performances captured on film, but gradually he was trained and
conditioned to concentrate on their pleasure, our pleasure actually,
and, as ever, they were, very proficient. This gave me more time to
devote to, and concentrate on, Paula Jacob's.
"Hi Paula! It's Cindy, I know, we haven't spoken in ages!" I trilled
down the phone to her.
"Well, I don't do as much as I did, a little here, a little there. Just
enough to keep my hand in you understand!" I said with a giggle.
"Actually, I was wondering if you fancied a girls night out?"
"Just you, me, Sissy, and my sister Missy."
"True enough, then my Mum was always a little odd with names, imagine
what it was like at Sunday school! The poor vicar's wife never could
stop herself from blushing! Cindy, Sissy, Missy are you here to learn
or to mess about!" I mimicked a none existent teacher.
"How about Friday night? We'll all get dressed up and hit a wine bar or
two, maybe a club afterwards?" It was a done deal and with a little
luck Paula would soon be a done deal too.
The girls and I rehearsed for the rest of the week with a full-blown
dress rehearsal on the Thursday night.
When I'd suggested that we should all get dressed up I don't know if
Paula had any idea just how dressed up I meant. When we walked into the
wine bar on Friday night I swear that the music stopped, all
conversation ceased and the crackle of electricity seemed to create
sparks.
Sissy was sheathed in a soft red satin halter neck dress, it shimmered
when she moved, whispered against her skin and reeked of sex and
seduction. Her long blonde hair hung full and straight, almost reaching
her behind, barely disguising the fact that her back was bared. Open
toed high heeled patent leather sandals peeked from beneath the dress,
as red as the dress itself.
Missy was a picture in soft white virginal lace, it absolutely dripped
from her, the contrast with her glowing chestnut hair looked
incredible, shimmering and shifting as the lights within the bar pulsed
to the rhythmic beat of subdued dance music. The short hem of the dress
clung to her thighs, knee length wet look high heeled boots in white
vinyl gave her a sixties sex kitten look.
My little black dress looked almost demure in comparison to the
stunning creatures either side of me. I say almost demure but it was
only on initial sight. The bias cut tight fitting dress clung to my
body, displaying my curves to wonderful effect. Wearing nothing beneath
it but for black hold up stockings made me feel distinctly aroused. My
arousal was in part because of what I had planned, partly from the
sense of anticipation and power that surged through me.
With my hair beautifully styled in an Audrey Hepburn, 'Breakfast at
Tiffany's' style I fairly smoldered. Sissy had fussed over me for ages
to get me looking 'just right' as she'd put it.
We took up position at a tall table to the left of the bar and perched
on stools that surrounded it. Our drinks were nearly as tall, filled
with fruit and appearing to be cocktails when in fact they were soda
water with lots of crushed ice and a dash of bright colour. Taking it
in turns to by the drinks I knew that one in four drinks would be
alcoholic, whereas Paula would get four true cocktails, surely enough
to put her off guard.
I was beginning to think that Paula had decided against meeting us. I
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her walk confidently into the bar.
I was also very pleased to see she'd taken my suggestion of dress up
seriously. I was used to seeing her in sharply tailored suits, skirts
and jackets, sometimes even a trouser suit, but to see her in a very
short, very tight fitting Suzy Wong style dress in shimmering rose pink
satin was simply astounding.
With heeled sandals on her feet, laces wrapped round her legs to the
knee and her jet black hair looking as if she'd had it styled to match
the dress, her tresses cut straight all the way round to gently brush
her shoulders. Even her make up hinted at an attempt to adopt a Chinese
look, the shape of her eyes emphasized with Kohl pencil affording an
exaggerated almond shape.
I managed to catch hold of myself and to make the introductions.
"Paula! You've met Sissy already, well, this is my other sister, Missy.
Smiles all round and a visit to the bar later and we were chatting away
like we met up like this every week. Having rehearsed already Sissy and
Missy were invaluable in helping me guide the conversation and control
the flow of events. Towards nine o'clock we moved from the wine bar to
another bar a little way along the street. The echoing sound of high
heels and giggles following us along. I caught Paula suddenly grab
Missy as she stumbled a little, after the next round of drinks her
voice was a little slurred. This was Sissy's cue and she took it
beautifully.
"Do we really want to go clubbing?" she said, stifling a small yawn, as
per the script.
"Stop it Sis! You're making me yawn too!" Missy chimed in.
"Oh come on you two, it'll be fun, you can't want to go home already
can you?" I objected.
"I was just thinking that we could settle in with a glass of wine,
snuggle up, maybe watch a film?" Sissy gave Paula her diamond smile.
"Maybe even make one?" Missy chipped in with a throaty giggle.
"Missy!" I hissed, "You've had too much to drink!"
We lingered in the bar for another half hour or so by which time Missy
and Sissy had brought the conversation down to a very intimate level,
lots of suggestion, lots of secret smiles both to each other and to me.
Paula seemed to register there was an undercurrent but raised no
objection. It seemed to take a long time coming but eventually Paula
giggled and told us she was reminded of school.
"What happened at school?" Missy demanded to know, as planned, leaping
on the slightest hint that Paula was going to join in the suggestive
conversation.
"Before you two make Paula spill her secret in public, why don't we
head home to that bottle of wine?"
We poured Paula into a taxi, Missy sitting in Sissy's lap on one side
of her, me on the other.
"You don't mind do you Paula?" Missy giggled, sliding her arm along the
backrest, supposedly to help her stay upright but managing to give
Paula's shoulder a gentle squeeze at the same time.
By the time the taxi had pulled up outside of the house Paula was half
asleep, her head lying on my shoulder. Missy had been continually
massaging Paula's neck, while I'd taken Paula's right hand in mine and
drawn it into my lap. When I let go of it her fingers splayed, resting
lightly on my thigh.
I opened the door and she came to, a little startled and then fuzzily
embarrassed when she noticed where her hand was. We shepherded her into
the house and through to the lounge, the lights low and the room
already warm. Paula dropped into one leather armchair while Missy and
Sissy draped themselves on the sofa.
"Drinks!" I said brightly, not bothering with a bottle of wine I went
straight to the brandy, I heard the click of a lighter and knew that
Sissy had sparked up one of her specials. I gave a large measure of
brandy to Paula, laced with the ground up LSD tablet mixed into it. In
the low light Paula would not be able to see it, nor of course would
she be able to taste anything under the burn of the brandy.
"Here you are Paula, have a go at this!" Sissy giggled, passing the
large reefer to her.
I'd once been on the receiving ends of one of Sissy's specials and one
hit had sent me off on an incredible high. Then again Sissy had handed
me the spliff and then buried her face between my thighs so that might
have had something to do with it.
"What were you going to tell us about school?" I asked, sitting on the
arm of her chair.
"School? Was I?" she asked, finally breathing out after drawing heavily
on the reefer, it was obviously not the first time that she'd smoked
dope. I just hoped that it was as good stuff as Marcus had promised.
Missy tucked her legs up under her on the sofa and snuggled up to
Sissy, her fingers lazily stroking along Sissy's sheathed legs from the
knee to the thigh. Sissy trailed a hand round her sisters neck and
draped it over her shoulder, fingers sliding back and forth over
Missy's cleavage. Paula gave a short cough and looked up at me, eyes
wide in surprise.
I smiled down at her, "It's okay Paula, they're very close, we all
are."
I don't think I've ever been kissed the way that Sissy and Missy kissed
me, soft, gentle and seductive. Seeing them do the same to each other,
either fully clothed or naked was such an erotic sight and I had to
fight down the impulse to join them. I saw Paula's eyes widening even
further, and that she was still holding the reefer. There was smoke
tricking out of her nostrils, evidence of another big hit.
Missy slid the spaghetti shoulder straps down, easing the bodice of
Sissy's dress down to reveal her naked breasts I heard a sharp intake
of breath from beside me, a breath that Paula held when Missy dipped
her tongue to flick at Sissy's hardening nipples.
Goodness knows what Paula was feeling at that moment in time. The
combination of drugs and alcohol must have had her both oblivious and
rapt in thought, seeing what was happening in front of her eyes but
barely recognising it for what it was. Watching two beautiful girls
that she thought were sisters making out on the sofa. I slipped my arm
round Paula's shoulders and drew her towards me, her shining black hair
whispering across my breasts until her left cheek rested there.
Missy and Sissy parted then gracefully got up from the sofa. They
glided across towards me, and first Sissy then Missy kissed me full on
the lips. Leaving the room without a word, Paula craning her head
round, watching them leave. I took her hands in mine, her reaction slow
and dulled, her eyes were almost glassy when she looked up at me.
"Shall we go and watch?" I smiled brightly.
I stood up, still holding her hand, she followed me from the room and
up the stairs without a word.
I'd decided that the studio was a little bare for a seduction so had
Missy and Sissy give their room a thorough cleaning. Once they'd
finished with that, it took the three of us to pull their large double
bed into the centre of the room. We set up the camera's at each corner
of the bed and set the lighting and the reflectors. Two red satin
sheets covered the bed and large pillows covered in matching red pillow
cases provided a very sexy backdrop.
I had to guide Paula up each of the stairs, I turned her in my arms
just outside of the bedroom door and drew her into a long lazy kiss.
For the briefest moment she froze then slowly began to respond, I
caressed her buttocks, stroked her thighs and after a moments pause she
mirrored my touch.
I poked her tongue with mine and felt her melt, she went a little
weaker at the knees and her arms snaked round my neck, her tongue
twisting and turning with mine. When I broke the kiss she gave a little
disappointed sigh. Taking her hand I led her into the room. My eyes
adjusted to the dark of the room in contrast to the warmly lit pool of
light in which the bed stood.
Sissy had her ruby lips locked on Missy's left nipple, Missy arching
her back in appreciation, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I led
Paula to the bed, just outside the pool of light. She didn't see me
move round the bed, nor did she notice the four red winking lights
flick on and off when I switched the camera's on. Standing just behind
her I slowly stripped from my little black dress, dropping it to the
floor to be joined by my bra and panties. Stepping up to Paula I slid
my arms round her waist, guiding her back to me.
With her weight slightly against me I watched over her shoulder. I
heard a soft moan from Paula, Sissy and Missy were slowly circling
their fingers round and round one another's nipples. I slipped my hands
up, to the collar of Paula's dress and unfastened the clip, her hands
reached round and hovered over my buttocks uncertainly. Hitching my
hips back I felt her flinch before her fingers began to squeeze.
My fingers traced down her spine, lowering the zip at the same time.
Finding now bra to impede my progress I slipped the dress from her
shoulders, it slowly and smoothly eased down to her waist. I pushed it
to the floor along with the tiny white, soaking wet thong. Holding her
waist as she stepped from it, and forward, I reached round and copied
the sisters finger movement round her bullet hard nipples.
With a sob she brought her hands up to hold mine, then her right hand
snaked down to her thighs, then dipped between them. I began nuzzling
her neck, keeping half an eye on the girls on the bed, the sheet
covering them had slipped down to their waists, rolling apart and on to
their backs the sheet stood up, supported by their erect clitties.
Stepping round Paula I took her left hand and drew her closer to the
bed, she stumbled slightly so I held her up by the shoulders, her limbs
were beginning to lose their strength. Almost there, so close now, no
sense in rushing things.
With her back now to the bed Missy eased the sheet from her and knelt
to Paula's left, Sissy did likewise and knelt to the right just as I
walked Paula backwards until her legs bumped the bed and made her sit
down. Stepping toward her I saw the sisters reach slowly for her, then
slowly guide her down on the bed. She suddenly had hands and fingers
exploring her everywhere, nipples played with, thighs stroked, hair
caressed. Her neck kissed, nipples licked and lashed at with the tips
of their tongues.
And she responded, and so willingly. Her fingers stroked over Missy,
then over Sissy, rolling their nipples in her fingers, lower and lower
until she touched their cockclits. Her eyes flew open, she sat up and
just stared, almost her last controlled movement was wrapping her long
fingers round them and gently moving them back and forth along the
shafts.
Taking turns, sometimes, together, sometimes all three of us, we took
her to the brink so many times as her emotions rose and her arousal
grew. Her body began to burn, cooled by soft mouths and tongues. Sissy
between her legs licking and kissing, sucking and probing. Missy
worshipping Paula's breasts and nipples with her mouth and fingers and
all the while I lay stretched out beside her whispering sweet
everything's in her ear.
Hour after hour we teased and cajoled her, the softest touch and the
most intimate of kisses, through her confused and bemused senses and on
until she began to regain her thoughts and to take hold on her senses.
The gasps and moans took on real meaning then, so hungry for relief
that nothing would make her stop, Missy rolling away from her turn
between Paula's legs only to have a restraining insistent hand wrap
itself round her clittie.
"Please, please, you've got to help me!" Paula gasped.
"What is it you want Candy?"
She looked at me with sparkling eyes and a dazzling smile.
"I want to cum, please, I want you to make me cum!"
Missy stretched out on the bed, head lain on the soft pillows.
"She's all yours Candy, yours whenever you want her."
I kissed her neck and shoulders, holding her hair out of the way. I
felt her trembling and was kissing her throat when she suddenly gasped.
I felt Sissy nudging behind me and pushed back to meet her probing
thrust. The thrill of having Sissy inside me has never diminished, from
that first time so long ago. She's always so gentle to begin with, a
soft, almost rocking motion, calming and comforting while at the same
time so captivating and erotic.
Without losing contact with Sissy I moved her round the bed until she
lay sprawled next to Missy. Reaching across I touched the tip of
Missy's clittie and stoked my thumb over the purple crown, forcing a
shudder from her. My heart soared when the newly named Candy crawled
across the bed and without fuss impaled herself on it.
Depravity? Degradation? Perverse pleasure? All those things and more,
Candy was a natural, sucking, licking, kissing and caressing she
explored every inch of Missy, cumming time and time again in loud
sighs, gasps and squeals. For Missy it was none the less intense, now
that she couldn't achieve an ejaculation when she reached orgasm, her
climax was now much more emotional, more feminine, than when it had
been largely been physical.
Sissy too, whether shafting me, Missy or now Candy, shivering and
shaking, she'd beg for her climax and sob all the way through it until
she was relaxed and ready to begin again.
Candy was a match for all of us, as kinky and as perverted a girl as I
could have dreamed of. I think it was there all the time. All I really
did was to enforce it and then improve it. When she rode Missy for the
first time I could see the tensions released, once Missy had done the
same to her she was as wanton as I had ever been.
She watched the recordings over and over again, the video showing her
submitting to a shemale kiss and caress, shivering to climax with only
the suggestion of what was going to be done to her or what she was
going to do. How she'd loved having Sissy deep inside her while Missy
stroked in and out of Sissy, how she craned her head back to lap at my
alter above her.
The look of a slut on her face when she had the twin clitties in her
mouth at the same time while I fed the strap-on into her cunny, she
became as shameless and as abandoned as we her sisters. Throwing
herself into her life along with us with as much enthusiasm as we
accepted her. The more she experienced the more insatiable she became,
her training and conditioning much the same as had Sissy's and Missy's.
Yet her focus was fixedly on me and her sisters, she brought a cutting
edge to the business side of our lives and through her insight, though
she no longer knew where she gained such insight from.
And of Marcus? Well what can I tell you about Marcus? Through his
ground breaking treatment perhaps he became the most eminent re-
assignment consultant in the country? Through my sisters he lived out
his every fantasy, and of course through his contact with me he became
so much more than that. His initial aching need and lust for the exotic
and the erotic was replaced by the experience of so much more.
Only these memories remain, the aching need, the lust and the love for
the family. It was such a shame that all the notes of the treatments
and all the medications had been taken from the clinic, the dosages,
the methods, even down to all the forms necessary to process a full
gender re-assignment. Once they'd gone it had been remarkably easy.
It had been a unanimous decision, four votes to one abstention, not
that the abstention could have voiced an opinion, handcuffed and dildo
gagged their eyes had widened at what was in store.
A year on down the line we live a perfectly normal life, if you're
looking in from the outside, if you were to look at us from the inside
however you would certainly raise a neatly plucked, fashionably
feminised eyebrow, perhaps a dash of glitter on your eyelids to make
your surprised wide open eyes look all the more enticing. And then we'd
watch and purr in pleasure when we see your smile growing on those
pouting coral pink glossed lips.
See yourself in the mirror for the first time, beautiful, gorgeous,
stunning such a pretty girl, just like your sisters and the girl you'll
be sharing your room with, at least for a while, Marcie will teach you
ever so much, you might even find yourself taking the same path she
did, but of course I'll make all the decisions for you darling.
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