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Nikki's First Time
Part One
"Very good, Nikki ? very good indeed," Mistress Anne
enthused in her crisp English tones.
I blushed with pleasure at her compliment and with the rush
of sweet pressure from my chastity. I offered my captor a
dainty curtsey, ankles crossed, skirt carefully raised, and
gathered up the coffee things on their tray. I was careful
not to stumble in my four-inch-heeled oxfords as I left the
room, skirts and petticoats swishing about me excitingly.
Three weeks had passed since my imprisonment and
transformation at the hands of The Painted Lady's owner,
whom I knew only as Mistress Anne ? three weeks of
humiliation and strict training. I had awoken as a
delicately beautiful she-male, red-haired, slender and
full-breasted, but apparently still in possession of my
male "equipment". I could not be entirely sure of that,
though: my groin was covered by an apparently thin but
seemingly impervious lacy sheath attached to thin chains
around my waist.
The lace could not be torn nor the chains broken, though
they were positioned to allow me to relieve myself:
"Sitting down, like a proper sissy" as Mistress Anne said
cheerily. Worse, the chastity seemed to have a life of its
own, denying me much sensation if I tried to touch myself,
but pulsing, sending devilish waves of pleasure through me
when Mistress praised me, or in the wake of discipline.
Sometimes simply donning or doffing the scanty uniforms or
sexy lingerie I was made to wear would waken the chastity
to humiliating life.
It was awake now, as I left the drawing room, making each
swishing, mincing step a sweet torment. "Nikki!" Mistress
Anne called suddenly and I groaned inwardly, afraid I had
made some mistake in my exit.
But I quickly turned back ? my chastity could give
pleasure, but also searing pain, as I had discovered one
night trying to escape. My owner could give either with a
wave of her hand, using the same magic that had changed me,
and I feared that pain so much that I would already gladly
beg for the paddle or the crop that she wielded so
skillfully.
I reentered the drawing room, set down the tray, and
curtseyed carefully: "Yes Mistress Anne, how may I be of
service?"
Mistress Anne smiled up at me, pushing an errant strand of
raven-black hair away from her angular, commanding
features. "Don't look so worried, little Nikki ? tell me
what you've learned so far."
I curtseyed again, and began the recitation I guessed she
desired:
"The three D's, Mistress: Dress, Deportment, and
Discipline.
"Dress: A sissy-in-service must appear as a credit to her
Mistress ? she must dress or undress as she is ordered,
with grace and care. Her appearance must be perfect,
setting the proper value on the clothing her Mistress has
kindly provided her.
"Deportment: A sissy-in-service must behave at all times
with appropriate humility. She must curtsey when entering
or leaving her Mistress' presence, speak only when spoken
to, and then only in a proper tone, remembering at all
times her status as a captive house-servant.
"Discipline: A sissy-in-service must be prepared always to
accept her Mistress' correction. She knows that discipline
takes precedence over her other duties, and will gratefully
accept any constraint, punishment or reward her owner sees
fit to inflict upon her."
By the time I finished I was flushing bright red with
shame, not only because of the words I had spoken, but
their effect on me. I could feel my sensitive nipples stiff
and pulsing in my lacy bra. My whole body felt flushed, and
my chastity continued to send waves of awful pleasure
radiating from my groin.
"That's all very nice, Nikki," Mistress Anne smiled. "And
you've done very well ? I enjoy watching you curtsey in
particular ? so meek, so girlish, so apprehensive ? but
you've learned something else, haven't you? Something very
important..." She trailed off, gazing at me expectantly.
"I ? I don't know, Mistress..." I stammered.
"Oh, use that pretty red head of yours, Nikki-girl ? When
was the last time I punished you for deportment?"
"Last week, Mistress," I murmured, remembering a long
session of mincing up and down, ankles and wrists fettered,
locked into six-inch heels, with Mistress' crop lashing my
bottom, thighs or calves each time I made a mistake.
"And Dress?"
"The week before, Mistress."
"So," She continued, "If it weren't for Discipline I'd
barely ever spank your delicious bottom at all! You're a
quick learner, Nikki ? because you're enjoying yourself!
You may not have even admitted it to yourself yet, but you
love your pretty she-male body ? love that I've changed
you, love your sexy uniforms and underwear ? don't you!"
I stood stock-still. "I have to ? to do what you say,
Mistress ? I ? I don't have any choice!" I finally burst
out.
She laughed wickedly. "No, no you certainly don't ? but you
like that too! I may have changed your body, but you're
still the same little slut you always were, hidden away in
a man's clothes and shape. You were pretending to be a man,
lying to everyone, but you can't lie to me, Nikki ? I see
the sissy-bitch you were meant to be! Say it ? say it right
now, little whore ? tell me how much you like being my
sissy-maid."
I stood still for what seemed like hours. My face, my whole
body flushed with terrible, wonderful, shame and desire. My
breasts ? breasts! ? tender and perfect, felt heavy in
their lacy bra. The breeze from the window stirred my long
hair about my narrow face, my long stockinged legs, taught-
calved in their high heels, trembled.
"It ?" I began, and suddenly burst into tears: "It's true!
I - I do love being your sissy-maid, Mistress ? I love my
uniforms, my lessons, everything ? I shouldn't ? I can't!
But I do..." I found myself on my knees, still weeping
girlishly.
"Oh lovely ? very good indeed, Nikki'" Mistress Anne
crooned. "I think you're ready for the next step. Now,
since you're already on your knees, scoot on over here!
It's time you learned to please your owner like a proper
little slut."
Part Two
I walked slowly, slowly up the stairs towards Mistress'
rooms. I had never been allowed here before, but now I had
been commanded to present myself, at 8 p.m. exactly. Brief
hours had passed since my dreadful admission, but it seemed
like days, years, almost like a new life entirely. I had
groveled on my knees in the drawing room, pleasuring
Mistress Anne eagerly with my tongue, lost in submissive
abandon.
She had given me detailed directions at first, as I pushed
my head up under her skirt and licked her through her wisp
of a G-string. Then, as her pleasure mounted, she seized
handfuls of my hair and directed my tongue as she pleased.
I had never been prouder of an accomplishment in my life,
then I was when she stiffened, wrapping one long leg around
my back, and hissed encouragement and abuse,
"Oh, yes, yes ? that's it, Nikki-slut, my little lesbian
slave-bitch. Lick me ? lick your Mistress till she comes,
comes all over your pretty face ? Oh, yes, yes, yessss!"
My chastity pulsed, taking me trembling to the edge of
orgasm, so that I moaned in mingled arousal and
frustration, muffled in my owner's delicious pussy as she
reached the peak denied to me.
When she was sated at last, Mistress commanded me to stand,
and bending at the waist, spread my legs and grasp my
ankles. I held this pose while she pushed a well-lubricated
butt plug into me.
"There's your sissy pussy all plugged up ? just as it
should be. Now back to work!"
She sent me on my way with a brisk slap to my left bottom
cheek. Wincing, I pulled up my sheer black panties, and
went about my duties, the butt plug twitching and seeming
to swell with every move, making each step a torment, but
also a shameful pleasure.
When I returned to my tiny bedroom late that afternoon, I
found a note waiting atop a box on my single bed. I edged
past the armoire that contained my uniforms and lingerie,
and opened the letter with "Maid Nikki" in fine script on
the envelope. The note, from Mistress Anne of course,
commanded me to appear at her rooms at 8, wearing only what
I would find inside the box.
So just before 8 I climbed the stairs carefully, slowed by
fear and also by the six-inch white stilettos I had found
in the box. Other than the shoes, I wore white patterned
stockings, white satin panties with pale pink ruffles, a
matching six-suspender garter belt and bra, and elbow-
length white lace gloves. I also "wore" an even larger butt
plug than the one Mistress had forced into me that
afternoon. I had very nearly exploded while pushing it
inside me. I couldn't resist stroking my imprisoned manhood
? my sissy clitty as Mistress Anne called it - but again,
my chastity seemed to dampen the sensations. But I had
little time to waste ? 8 was fast approaching.
I knew, or suspected that I knew, what Mistress had in
store for me that night, and I was filled with a potent
cocktail of fear and lust. Stopping outside Mistress' door,
I knocked timidly. I could hear faint music pulsing through
the door, and smell some sort of musky incense. There was
no answer. I knocked again, a little harder.
"Mistress?" I called. Nothing.
Slowly, afraid of punishment if I waited or if I acted, I
reached for the doorknob. The moment I began to turn the
knob, the door was wrenched open, spilling me to my knees
on the threshold. Mistress Anne stood over me, glorious and
fearsome in black leather, crop in one gloved hand.
"Lick, slut!" She barked, placing one pointed boot before
me. On my hands and knees, I obeyed, tonguing her boots,
licking the soles, sucking on the heels like tiny cocks.
"You look good on all fours, Nikki ? on all fours like the
bitch you are!"
I was still afraid, but humiliation and pleasure almost
choked the fear. "Yes, Mistress," I heard myself hiss,
"Nikki's your bitch!"
She laughed at me: "Not yet ? not yet, but you soon will
be. You know what else happens to little sissy bitches on
all fours like that."
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Tell me!"
"They get fucked, Mistress..."
"Oh yes, Nikki ? they get fucked until they squeal ? and a
sissy-girl is never the same after that. She reaches a
whole new level of submission ? much more yielding and
submissive - once she's taken her first cock."
Mistress held up a collar and leash ? white leather to
match my lingerie ? then pressed the collar to my lips. I
kissed it obediently, slavishly, and she swiftly buckled it
snugly in place. With a firm tug, she forced me to crawl
behind her, scrambling across the carpet to her bedroom
door, where my fate awaited me.
Mistress' bedroom was dominated by a huge four-poster bed,
set about with many candles. Low music pulsed, and incense
swirled as she pushed the door wide. I was panting as
though I had run miles rather than simply crawled 20 feet
or so, my mouth dry, stomach twisted in anticipation.
Without a word, Mistress pulled me to my feet, tottering in
the high heels, and shackled my wrists and ankles to
opposite bedposts so that I stood erect, spread-eagled,
facing the wide mirror at the head of the bed.
"Now, Nikki," She said, disappearing behind me, "You're
going to be disciplined. I'm going to crop you till you
cry, till you weep and beg like the little she-toy you I've
made you. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, to
see what a shameless little girl you are. The whole time, I
want you to remember that your helpless struggles and your
cries excite me, and that's as it should be, because you
exist for my pleasure."
And with that, I heard the first swish of the crop, and
felt its searing kiss on the back of my left thigh, just
above the stocking top. "Ahh!" I gasped, and jerked
involuntarily at my bonds.
The crop swept back and fell again, this time on my right
bottom cheek. I couldn't muffle another jerk and cry, and
was ashamed and excited to see my sexy reflection taking
her Mistress' crop also. Soon I was weeping as Mistress
Anne had promised, crying in a girlish little voice as my
punishment continued for what seemed an eternity, twisting
and pulling at the shackles, and begging incoherently for
mercy.
At last it ended, and I panted and sobbed, head down, eyes
shut. Something touched my lips, and I instinctively kissed
the crop. "Th-thank you, Mistress," I husked out.
"You're welcome, little Nikki ? but such a fuss ? that was
barely twenty strokes! That's all right, though ? we can't
expect a girly little sissy like you to take much
punishment, now, can we?" She climbed up onto the bed
before me, and I saw that she was totally, gloriously
naked, except for black thigh-high stockings. "Do you like
what you see, Nikki-girl? Come and show me!" She gestured,
the shackles sprang open, and I fell forward across the
foot of the bed and hastened to crawl up to her.
I tongue-bathed her lovingly, patiently, submissively as
she commanded. I did my best to ignore my own growing
desire and concentrate on her pleasure, licking every
perfect inch of her, then eating her to what I hoped was a
satisfactory orgasm.
"Mmm..." She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.
I could contain myself no longer: "Mistress ? Mistress,
please!"
My owner arched an eyebrow. "Yes, slut? Please, what?"
"Please Mistress Anne ? I beg you, please fuck me ? fuck
Nikki, make her your bitch!" The words were spilling out of
my mouth as if someone else spoke them: "Please, Mistress,
sweet Mistress, I want it, I need it, oh, pleasseee..."
To my shame, my plea trailed off into a wordless little
whine. Mistress Anne didn't say a word ? just grinned
slowly and broadly, a malicious, sexy, wicked expression
that made me tremble in fear and desperate desire.
"Kneel beside the bed, sweet Nikki, legs together, head
down. Say this: "I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I
beg my Mistress to fuck me hard," and repeat it until I
give you something better to do with your mouth!"
"I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I beg my Mistress to
fuck me hard."
She slipped off the bed, and moved behind me ?
"I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I beg my Mistress to
fuck me hard."
I barely recognized my own voice, husky with girlish need ?
"I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I beg my Mistress to
fuck me hard."
A cabinet or drawer opened behind me, and I could hear
slight movements ?
"I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I beg my Mistress to
fuck me hard."
Mistress walked up just behind me, and by now I could
barely speak, my chastity pulsing steadily -
"I'm Mistress Anne's sissy slave-maid. I beg mmm-!"
Taking a handful of my long red hair, Mistress half-turned
me, stumbling on my knees, and thrust her cock into my
mouth. "Suck, bitch ? suck your owner's cock!"
I nearly gagged on the black latex strap on, which seemed
to be at least 8 inches long, as my tormentor pushed it
between my lips, raping my mouth.
"Rub yourself ? touch your sissy clitty through your pretty
panties," She urged.
I obeyed eagerly, frantic with need and humiliation. Tears
trickled from my eyes as Mistress pushed her cock into my
throat, making me gag a little, but I loved the pleasure
that seemed to swell through my whole body, radiating from
my breasts and chastised clitty.
"You're a good little cocksucker, Nikki," Mistress said
quietly. "But you know what? No matter how hard you suck,
now matter how you slurp and lick and nibble ? and indeed,
I found was doing all those degrading things ? this cock
won't come ? it'll never get soft. It'll always be hard and
ready to fuck you silly!"
"Now, get up on the bed on all fours, little whore," She
barked, "head down, wrists crossed, ass high."
My mind was empty of everything but need as I scrambled
into place ? Nikki was about to get what she wanted ? what
she had begged for.
"Ugh ? Oh, oh, Mistress!"
Ripping aside my panties, Mistress Anne had removed my butt
plug with one swift jerk and pushed the head of her latex
cock inside me.
"Get ready for your first good fucking, Nikki ? the first
of many," she growled, and began to push slowly into me.
I groaned aloud, twisting my hand in the sheets, unable to
catch my breath, as Mistress pushed her cock deeper. I was
utterly humiliated, totally dominated by my beautiful
Mistress ? and I loved it! My clitty sheath was pulsing
again, stimulating me as Mistress began to thrust in
earnest. Another long, high-pitched moan was ripped from me
as her thighs touched my upturned ass. My head came up, and
I saw my reflection in the headboard mirror: A wild-eyed
slave, face flushed, hair tangled in her face, sprawled on
her knees, jerking and gasping, breasts jiggling with each
of her owner's firm thrusts.
Now Mistress Anne leaned forward, thrusting harder. "I'm
going to come, Nikki-slut ? come with my cock deep in your
pretty little ass - and you'll come too ? come for your
Mistress, whore ? come with a cock buried in your sissy
pussy!"
Somewhere I heard a long moan, raising into a wordless
squeal as Mistress snaked a hand between my legs. My legs
spasmed, my back arched, my "sissy pussy" clenched around
the invader as I came ? came like never before. The
pleasure was boundless, I was blind and lost in the sweet
degradation forced on me ? coming on my knees, like the
helpless she-male slave-girl I had been made to become.
I slumped to the bed at last, dewed with sweat and gasping
for breath ? Mistress' cock was still inside me - and felt
her hand at my lips.
"Lick, pretty Nikki ? lick it all up, there's a good little
bitch..."
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Sorry for the long delay, but I hope to be able to pass
along more stories of Nikki and her sissy sisters in
service at the Painted Lady quite soon!
Fawn
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