Book I - Awakening dealt with a 48 hour period where our heroine
realizes and actuates her sissy-self - it is a coming of age story.
Book II covers the remaining eight days of Dani's vacation and her
kinky little band's further exploits. Although each Book is meant to
stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Book I.
It is rated X, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex together with
all sorts of other wonderfully kinky things. Please be of appropriate
age or be gone!
Caution: This chapter contains a graphic "forced" sex scene - although
the "victims" are not entirely unwilling, and all is well in the end.
It also contains descriptions of human equine play (people dressed as
ponies, not real animals).
Dani's Story
Book II - First Days
Chapter IV - The Fifth Day, Part I
By sissystevie
I awoke as bright sunlight came through the porthole. My legs were
wrapped around Sir John's thigh, and my head was snuggled in his
shoulder with one arm draped across his manly chest. Even several hours
after our rampant sex, the lingering musky smell still hung in the air.
My extremely well used bottom was a mess, and I feared my makeup was
even worse.
"Well," I sleepily giggled to myself, "I guess I really do have that
'rumpled sex kitten' look now!" All by way of the runaway freight train
sex that Sir John and I had earlier. This was the third time I had
shared his bed for the night and found it more comforting each time. It
was so warm and safe.
However, a good girl knows her man, and my man liked a very presentable
sissy when he awoke. I had an overwhelming need in me to please this
wonderful man in everyway I could and resigned myself to leave that
secure nest and attempt to repair the damage as best I could.
Carefully I unwrapped myself from him without disturbing his sleep and
wobbled towards the bathroom - not quite believing I had slept in my
five-plus inch heels. It was such a wonderfully naughty feeling!
Entering the en suite head, I was relieved to find it to be a sumptuous
bathroom with several mirrors and a small makeup table. Even better, a
new outfit was neatly folded over the table's seat. "God bless Maria,"
I thought, "she really does think of everything!"
The floor to ceiling mirror revealed the extent of the damage. My hair
and makeup were tattered, even if in an appealing way. I giggled to
myself as I realized that I actually looked pretty well, considering
what I had done the night before. "Just maybe I can repair myself. All
the necessaries seem to be available," I thought. It was a challenge
that quite appealed to me. "Yes, I can and will do this!" I announced
to my bedraggled image in the mirror.
Surveying downward, the damage increased by the inch. I quickly
realized that new clothes and a thorough cleansing would be required.
Still looking in the mirror, I raised my hands to my breasts and gently
fondled my nipples. Their puffy tenderness brought both a sigh and a
smile to my face. The sensations from them were so very appealing, and
I was happy that over the past few days they had grown, albeit ever so
slightly, and become more pronounced than ever. What had been an acute
embarrassment and the source of great ridicule to me as a boy was now a
sissy delight. They needed attention as well.
Looking down over my sexy black babydoll's quarter-bra, I discovered
that the evening's activities were even more apparent. My bare tummy
area and parts of my frilly garter belt were coated with a mixture of
my clitty cream and Sir John's semen. My open crotch panties and peenie
petal were a total loss. My silk stockings only fared slightly better.
I had no idea both of us had cum that much - especially considered that
it was "round two" of the evening!
"Well, sis, time to go to work," I said to myself.
Somewhat reluctantly I stepped away from the mirror and stripped, twice
douched my tender little love canal and creamed off my makeup. Putting
on a shower cap, I entered the shower to complete the task using
delightfully scented moisturizing body and facial washes. After exiting
the shower and patting myself dry with two fluffy soft towels, I
sterilized my ears and earrings and washed off my jewelry, setting them
aside to dry. I even found some breast cream and one of those medicated
suppositories, which were applied to the proper places.
Laying my new clothes to one side, I sat down at the makeup table to
discover a note from Maria listing the steps to repair my face and
hair. "This woman is a gem," I thought and resolved to thank her
profusely later in the morning.
I went through her enumerated and very helpful steps, starting with
astringent and moisturizer and ending with powder and lipstick. Because
of the long lasting base makeup, I had a template to work from and the
result was actually quite nice - not as extreme as last night's sex
kitten look, but still quite sexy. I was, after all, still very much in
my Master's chambers.
My hair was somewhat more of a battle, but Maria's practical and simple
directions again rescued the day. A white satin hair ribbon with a cute
large bow on the top of my head was the saving grace.
I turned to my new outfit, anxious to again don the sweet sexy frilly
things that I had so craved my entire life. It seemed that I was back
to white this morning, which brought a giggle to me when I considered
my certainly less than virginal behavior over the past few days - let
alone last night!
Again, it was a babydoll ensemble with see through organza matching
bikini panties and top. The panties had cute white satin bows on their
sides and a huge bow on my bum. The top was deeply scooped in both
front and back with little puffy short sleeves. It, too, had a huge
white satin bow in between my titties and smaller ones at each puffy
sleeve end. All the edges were trimmed in delicious frills with a touch
a lace sewn in. Beneath the babydoll I wore an off the shoulder quarter
bra that perfectly framed and accented my little sissy titties together
with a matching ruffled garter belt, which was attached to sheer seamed
white stockings having broad lace tops. I added another large wedding-
type garter to my lower thigh and then slipped on strappy five inch
white satin heels with satin bows on their toes.
My jewelry was next: anklet, two long sexy strands of pearls, upper arm
and wrist bracelets, dangly earrings, and rings. A spray of perfume led
to several - well, many, actually - twirls before the mirror. I really
was quite proud of dressing and doing my hair and makeup all by myself.
It made me feel so girlie and feminine. The gentle tugging by my
stockings on their suspenders, the teasing caress of the organza across
my nipples and clitty along with the total girl imagine of me in the
mirror was just so very intoxicating. It made me feel so complete - so
me!
After a bit, I pronounced myself ready for my Lord and Master and
happily minced back into the bedroom.
"Ah, I see that you managed to restore yourself to the beautiful sissy
who awaited me last night. Maria thought you could do it all by
yourself. Congratulations, my dear!" Sir John said as he arose from his
bed. "I rang for our breakfast and it should be here shortly. Have a
seat at the table; I will be out of the head shortly."
I beamed at winning his approval and mouthed a long silent "Yes!"
One of the stewards came and delivered our meals. I giggled to myself
noticing that his pants developed a very noticeable tent as his fussed
about me setting the table. I thanked him, giving him one of my better
coquette wide eyed smiles while I pushed back my hair.
"Dani, you are incorrigible!" laughed Sir John from the head's door. He
was showered and dressed in a robe.
"The poor man may not make it back to the galley without an accident.
However," he continued with a broad smile, "remember that shameless
teasing may have its consequences."
I rose and gave my Master a nice deep curtsey as he approached the
table. "Very good, my dear, you do remember some proper decorum. Please
have a seat - you must be starved."
"Thank you, Master," I replied, "I am quite hungry and would love some
sissy goo."
We sat quietly for a while each of us ate our food. I popped down my
morning girlie pills and savored the smooth salty taste of my bowl of
goo. Sir John had a manly full English breakfast.
"Dani," Sir John began, "rather than my speaking to you as we have past
mornings, today I want to ask you some questions concerning how you
feel in this new life of yours. Your mother will be arriving today, and
I wish to give her a full report."
I nodded and smiled my acceptance submissively at him. He continued,
"Yesterday was quite eventful for you - your first spanking and sex
with other men - two of them to be exact. Please tell me your
feelings."
My face turned a bit red as I reflected on the events of the prior day.
Suddenly it hit me. In mere days I had gone from an effeminate, but
still somewhat normal, boy to a total girlie sissy - utterly,
completely and so very willingly! Not only that, but I had now become a
sexual plaything for three different men and one sissy - and loved each
and every part of it! I had become a delicious little piece of sissy
candy!
Of course, for no apparent reason, I then started to tear up - another
utterly sissy act!
"Now, now little one," Sir John comforted, "it cannot be that
overwhelming. You always were the way you are now. It is just a voyage
of discovery and acceptance. However, I do want to hear it from you."
"Well, Master, it is overwhelming, but I do love it so much! Yes, I
loved sucking Willy, even when he came all over me. It just seemed so,
well, I really can't find the words. Oh, Master, I really have become
such a sissy..."
"Sublimely submissive, perhaps?" Master offered.
"Yes, but also kinda sexy. Well, a whole lot sexy, I guess. Master, I
even can't get my mind off wanting to suck your cock right now!" I
whimpered out. "Is this how I should be? Am I just a faggot whore? Look
at what I did last night - and how much I loved it. I love cocks -
there I said it! See I am a little faggot slut!" My tears were now
freely flowing.
"Dani, Dani," Sir John's warm masculine voice replied, "you are a
sissy, you always were a sissy, and I dare say that you are destined to
remain a sissy. I want to realize that being a sissy is nothing to be
ashamed of. If you recall, your mother discussed this very issue when
we had lunch together your second day here.
"Sissies, and especially the very few sissies of your caliber, are a
sexual being all of your own. Gay men - I refuse to use the word
'faggot'- want other gay men. 'Men' being the operative word, not
sissies.
"On the other hand consider Heather, she is a woman who just happens to
retain, by choice, certain genetic biological male paraphernalia.
Before she married Lord Homequest, countless eligible and very
heterosexual men from at least three continents wanted her. Many
offered a king's ransom just to posses her for a night. Much the same
applies to Julie and Raquel, each deciding on their own individual
style and limits - each appealing to a certain type of man.
"You and Heather really are so very alike - breathtakingly beautiful
blue-eyed blond goddesses, instinctively submissive and sexually
obsessive. She loves Howard to the moon and back, but thoroughly
enjoyed her two 'bonus' cocks yesterday. Heather is a girl comfortable
in her own skin, content simply to be the sissy she is. You, Dani, are
Heather of a few years ago. I know, as I trained her.
I looked up into his strong grey eyes and said, "Master, may I again
sit on your lap?"
"Of course you may, my dear, sweet, beautiful sissy," he replied.
I quickly settled on his lap and wrapped my arms about his powerful
body, laying my head on his shoulder with a heart-felt sigh.
His hand came up to caress my right breast as he gently kissed away my
tears and continued, "That's my girl, and I shall welcome your mouth on
my cock after we go over the agenda for today." Then with a chuckle,
"There is no need to play little girlie games as you did yesterday for
your morning suck. You simply need to embrace your desires. That's why
I am 'punishing' you by designating you the 'Captain's Cocksucker'"
I was aghast at how easily he saw through my little girlie games! I
kissed his cheek and giggled, "Well, we girls will be girls."
"Yes you shall, and sissy girls are the most appealing of all girls!
Now, onto today's plans. After you have finished your little 'chore'
here, you will report to the beauty salon for a Deportment and Dance
lesson with Madame Gustov, followed by a beauty lesson from Maria. Then
I think it appropriate for you to greet your mother at the landing
strip. You may take Heather with you - you girls cause such a stir when
you are out and about.
"After that, some rest and sun - and perhaps Willy - before you are
prepared for the grand fetish ball this evening. I think you will quite
enjoy the ball; it's quite a sight and experience to behold!
"Lastly, tonight shall be our last evening together for a couple of
days as I have to travel up to New York tomorrow morning to tend to
some business with Lazarus. Your mother and Electra are coming aboard
for the return sail. Outside of the crew, it will be an all woman
cruise. I think you will find it both interesting and fun. Heather,
Millicent and Raquel will be joining you - although Raquel will be in
somewhat of a different role. Both she and Millicent have some of their
own decisions to make."
"But, but, Master..." I started to say before his finger came to my
lips to silence me.
"Dani, you need this little adventure. Moreover, your mother demands
it. You will be well advised to obey her every wish, young sissy. Now,
high time you receive some purely organic goo. This morning I want to
savor every drop as you swallow it down."
I kissed him deeply on his lips and slowly slid down to the floor
before him, keeping my eyes locked to his as I went. As I settled onto
my knees, his man pole sprang forward to greet me in all its glory. I
marveled at how much I had come to adore men's cocks so quickly. I
guessed that it always must have been within my nature. His cock was so
powerful and so entirely different from my tiny little clitty.
Suddenly, it was all so terribly clear - Sir John and I really were not
the same gender. He was a man, and I was a sissy.
I ran my hands up his thighs to hold his manly magnificence while I
gazed at it. "Yes," I whispered as a new batch of tears came to my
eyes, "this is how things should be. How I want them to be. How they
must be!"
I gently kissed a drop of precum off his slit, sighed, savored it for a
moment, and then began what might best be described as mouth rape of
his cock. I could not get enough of it. Finesse was not the order of
the day. Rather, it was a hunger to ravish his manliness is every way
possible. I was ravenous, never seeming to get enough of its taste,
feel and smell. From time to time, I moaned and offered homilies of
praise to his mighty instrument. His cock quite thoroughly consumed and
owned me.
I have no idea how long I worked on him or what I said along the way,
but as he came into my mouth, my panties were soaking with sissy cream
and my surrender was complete!
After licking, savoring and swallowing the last of his man juice, I sat
back on my heels and looked up into his eyes again.
"I rather think you now understand the idea, Dani," Master said. "At
first there will be many moments such as this. It is not a matter of
you becoming something, but rather you transitioning to your true self.
"Now stand up, give me a kiss and off you go to a very eventful day!"
It was a long and tender kiss in his arms before I was about my way.
I found my way down to the onboard beauty salon, still savoring the
taste and feel of Sir John's cum in my mouth. As I walked in Maria
looked at me and snickered, "Still enjoying your Master's bonus
breakfast goo, Dani? Your panties certainly would indicate it! You
really are a quite a squirter!"
I put my hand up to my mouth and turned a rainbow of red colors. "Don't
be ashamed, Dani. You are such a sissy and sissies do those things.
Now, you have a busy day down here - first, a D & D lesson with Madame
Gustov and then a practical makeup lesson with me. By the way, you did
a wonderful job fixing yourself up this morning, but we can improve
upon that."
"Maria, thank you so much for leaving all those helpful things and
notes in Master's head this morning. I never could have done it without
your help," I said.
"You're most welcome, Sissy, Maria replied. "It's a joy to watch your
progress. Now, please take off everything other than your stockings and
garter belt. Because you shamelessly put your garters over your skimpy
panties, you will have to reattach them."
I stripped down and Maria had me don a white ballet tutu and matching
slippers. A choker ribbon adorned my long neck. She quickly put my hair
up in a bun with another white satin ribbon and sent me across the
passageway to the exercise room.
As I walked in Madame Gustov snapped, "Mind your deportment and grace,
Dani! Come before the mirror next to the video cam and give me a deep
curtsey, remembering you lessons of yesterday. We will analyze the tape
tomorrow.
"Good my dear. Now I want you to get into the proper frame of mind.
True grace begins there. Look at yourself in the mirror. Take a very
deep breath, relax your entire body, and appreciate your natural
beauty.
"Ah, good! Now think feminine grace. Feel it from within your soul -
let your natural feminine grace take over. I want you to begin moving
about in the most graceful manner you can. Follow your own instincts
and allow them to lead you - dance, pose and model. I will make
comments along the way. See and feel yourself as the beautiful young
woman that you are."
She touched a little remote in her hand a soft music floated about the
room. I took the deep breath and looked closely at myself.
I really was a beautiful young woman, despite my somewhat flat chest. I
loved the brief white silk tutu with its flared short tulle skirt and
tiny spaghetti straps holding up a tiny bodice that was similar to my
bikini top. Only my exposed stocking tops and garters were out of a
perfect ballerina's image.
My body relaxed and I slowly, almost unconsciously, began assuming
positions, watching my reflection as if it were another person. I was
enthralled. Every now and then Madame Gustov would silently adjust an
arm, leg or my head and step back. As I continued the music became part
of me, and it became easier and easier to glide about in something of a
dance.
"Ah, very good, my dear," Madame Gustov injected. Your innate
femininity combined with one-part narcissism and another part
exhibitionism will train you all on their own! Gracefully, like a
ballerina go over to the chair and put on those high heels. We must
again work on your curtsey. Your mother and Mistress Electra will be
most demanding in a perfect execution of this most basic sissy
movement."
In stiletto heels that must have been six inches, we again practiced
every minute movement of each type of curtsey - deep to short bob.
Madame demanded perfection.
"Not perfect, but better. We will work again on it tomorrow morning.
Take a brief rest whilst I fetch something, but remain in a state of
perfect ballet grace, my dear."
Returning with a huge feathered headpiece, Madame Gustov attached it
atop my head while I remained seated. "Now, Dani, this is practice for
tonight. You will be wearing a headpiece similar to this and we need to
practice your deportment. The important thing is to keep you head and
shoulders level at all times - not as easy a task as it might seem!"
I started to rise from the chair with my head slightly forward and the
headpiece immediately fell forward. "See, not easy at all," Madame
Gustov chuckled as she reaffixed it.
We finally made it to the mirror. The headpiece was amazing. It was a
Las Vegas showgirl's ornament stretching three or four feet in the air.
It looked a little strange atop the tutu, but I quite fancied its
exotic showgirl suggestion.
For the next hour, Madame had me prance and then dance to music about
before the mirrors wearing the very high heels and even higher
headpiece. Eventually I could gracefully move about without a major
mishap.
"Ah," Madame Gustov said, "we are done for the day, Dani. I must be off
for the shore to organize the dancers for this evening. Sit down so I
can remove the feathers and please take off your heels. Now, gracefully
return to the salon for your makeup lesson with Maria.
"You have done well this morning, little one," she added with a sweet
kiss to my cheek.
I returned to Maria, thankful to be out of those heels, but concerned
that I would be spending far more time in like ones this evening.
"Welcome back Dani. Let's get to work - first your shower and
personals, then the makeup lesson," Maria said. "But first let me
remove your hair piece."
I went into the bathroom and began the process of using the hair
removal formula, washing, conditioning and moisturizing. I felt good to
be clean and smooth again after the strenuous exercise with Madame
Gustov.
I donned a luscious long pink silk robe and returned to Maria. She had
an array of cosmetics lined across a high stand next to one of the
styling chairs. "Ah, Dani," Maria said, "come over and sit down - time
to begin some form of formal education about womanly things."
I sat down in the styling chair as Maria produced the tittie pumps and
electrical patches. In short order my nipples and whole breasts where
expanded in their vacuums and twitching with the periodic electrical
charges. I was amazed how I had grown over the past few days. It also
was a rather pleasant feeling.
Maria said, "I have the vacuum and charges set very low today as the
devices will be on for a longer period. In addition, you appear to be
somewhat tender from your activities last night. Now let's get your
hair set and we can begin your lesson."
Maria draped a loose light smock over me, put my hair up in rollers,
and we began. She started at one end of the raised stand with proper
skin cleansing and moisturizing care items - "Skin deep has more
meaning than you think! Always rub from the center outward!"
She moved down the stand to makeup bases - "Very simple shades can make
a huge difference. Translucent powders are also helpful - here, try
this, and then we shall discuss blushes and powders - an art unto
themselves!"
Next came eyebrows - "When you are out of school we will really give
you a fine arch. Flutter it on, don't draw a harsh line; accent the
arch by staying to the top, pluck from the bottom. It's the accent that
counts - unless you really do want to look like a prostitute, which you
may occasionally - the men love it!"
Each time she would show me the items and then have me try putting each
one on. She continued to my eyes and discussed different looks for
different occasions and times of the day. "Always remember that your
beautiful blue eyes are one of your greatest assets. My, but they
really are lovely - just like your mother's!" I practiced eyeliner and
learned about blending shade colors. Mascara was also reviewed -
"Several layers are better and use the clean wand for finish and to
make corrections."
"On to you lips," Maria continued, "they, too, are often a blend of
colors and layers."
Completing the lips, Maria removed the tittie devices and discussed how
to enhance my nipple size and shape with cosmetics. "My, they are
expanding nicely," she exclaimed, and then continued, "Here, smudge
proof is critical, unless you are only modeling. Even more developed
girls like Raquel sometimes use a little secret help. Tonight I will
spend more time on your nipples as they will be very prominently
displayed."
She then creamed off the test makeup and had me repeat the entire
process. Before I knew it, well over an hour had passed, but I was
delighted to learn more about caring for myself and was quite proud of
the results.
Maria combed out my hair and attached a long fall that gave me a
delightful princess look - the same as I had my first full day as Dani.
A very large red satin bow was clipped to my hair at the top, where the
fall started to rise up before descending into its princess cascade.
She motioned to clothes laid out in the dressing area and told me to
get dressed, adding with a chuckle, "Heather and you have a water taxi
coming shortly, so don't doddle about admiring yourself in the mirror,
my vain little sissy. I will be over in a moment to help you with your
corset. Your mother wants you very tightly laced today. Restrain
appears to be the order of the day."
I went over and eagerly looked over the outfit. It was a white and red
polka dotted confection of lace, crinolines, bows and fine sheer silk.
Its top was white, with red small polka dots; the skirt was the reverse
pattern, white dots on a red field. On its hanger, the dress' very
short skirt rested on a sea of white froth and went out nearly
perpendicularly from the waist. It had a round Peter Pan collar and
over-sized puffy short sleeves.
"Yes, Sissy, you and Heather will make quite a statement out on the
tarmac waiting for the Mistresses," Maria said from behind me. "Now,
let's get you ready!
"First I am going to put a rather large medicated butt plug up you.
Please bend over the side of the chair."
She inserted it with a little effort, as it was quite large. I merely
moaned.
"Now to work - first your bustier-corset. Put on the seamed white lace
stockings and then reach up to the bar above you. Mind to keep the
seams straight - both now and when you are with the Mistresses -
crooked seams will get you caned! You and Heather should check each
other continuingly."
I rolled up the stockings, reached for the bar and the process began.
The first lacing was followed by adjusting my titties in the open cups
and attaching my stockings to the eight garters - all covered in white
satin and lace and ending in satin ribbon tabs. Then came the second
lacing - to the point where I could barely breathe, release from the
bar, another tittie and garter adjustment, and the final tying-off.
She tied a red and white satin and lace peenie petal under my clitty
and tiny plums and attached a little silver bell with a long red satin
ribbon that was tied with a big bow just under my clitty head. She then
pulled the frilliest white bridal satin panties I had ever seen up my
legs, and the clitty bell was pulled through a small slit in the bottom
so it dangled at my mid thigh. The panty's red and white ruffles and
lace almost formed a petticoat of their own. Another factor about the
panties soon struck me - they were double lined in bridal satin that
caressed my clitty and derriere each time I moved. I feared it would
drive me quite mad in a very short time.
Just then, Heather and Madame Gustov arrived. Heather bubbled over, and
we hugged and air kissed, careful not to ruin our makeup. She was
wearing a long silk robe identical to the one I had worn earlier. It
was clear that she already had her lingerie on.
"Morning, sweetie," she enthused, "I hope you and Johnny had as
wonderful an evening as Howie and I did! Brilliant actually! Isn't
being a sissy just so fab?"
Maria immediately took control and said, "Heather, please take the
chair so I can do your hair and touch up your makeup. Greta, would you
please finish dressing Dani?"
Madame Gustov came over to me and surveyed the clothes. "Ah, legs
first," she said while picking up several items. In short order a huge
red and white satin garter bow was upon my left thigh and red satin
four-inch stiletto open toe strappy heels on my feet. Each shoe had a
large red bow on the side of its ankle strap. My red painted toes were
visible through the toe openings and lace stockings.
"Now accessories, my dear, and then your sissy dress," Madame
continued. White lace gloves with huge wrist ruffles were slid over my
red tipped hands and little dangly red earrings attached to my ears.
She locked a red satin covered metal collar high on my long neck with a
firm and ostensibly final click, which cause an immediate stirring in
my clitty, and then proceeded to lock matching bands about each wrist,
just below the frilly tops of the gloves - inexplicitly bringing my
clitty to full attention. All three manacles had steel "D" rings
extending from them.
Madame Gustov chuckled, "Mistress Constance heard of your antics
yesterday on the dock and suggested that you girls be more 'restrained'
today. Now hold out your arms so that we can put on your dress."
She slipped it over my hands and allowed it to float over my head and
shoulders and on down to my waist, where it stopped, well short of
anything resembling a normal hemline. She then secured the many small
covered buttons up the back, creating very tight waist and bodice. My
erect nipples clearly protruded through the tantalizing sheer silk. She
tied the huge red satin sash about my very slender corseted waist in
back to make a mammoth bow. The skirt did puff out at a right angle to
my waist. I was sure that my panties were in full view, let alone my
stocking tops and garters.
She hooked a single strand pearl necklace under my dress collar and,
pinned an old fashion 'virgin' gold circle pin to its left side.
Finally, a heavy red satin leash was clipped to my slave collar. "Oh my
God," I thought, "slave?"
Madame Gustov handed me a small, but surprisingly heavy, white satin
bridal sack bag by its red ribbons and said, "Ah, the perfect
ballerina-inspired sissy outfit, just as Mistress Constance ordered.
Now go over to the mirror and admire yourself, and be sure to do so
using perfect deportment and grace. Anything less will be severely
dealt with by the Mistresses. They, unlike those foolish penis
preoccupied men, are not so easily distracted by your cunning sissy
wiles!"
I went over to the long mirror and was amazed by my appearance. I truly
was a piece of sissy candy. Everything about me screamed "SISSY!" Even
the little satin handbag had "sissy" embroidered in bold red script on
it. As I held it up in the approved limp wrested three-finger manner, I
noticed that in addition to its weight, it was also baste-stitched
closed. I wonder what items it could possibly contain.
The dress was even shorter than I feared. The attached frilly white
taffeta and net petticoats partially covered the very top of my
panties, if even that when I moved about. My large sissy bum bow was in
full view. My cruelly cinched waist looked abnormally small, and my
sissy titties were thrust forward to form two bullet-tipped mini-
mounds. The round collar, circle pin and pearls just accented the tiny
mounds and made me look even more little girlish - not to mention the
outlandishly large balloon short sleeves, which also ended in red satin
bows!
Maria came forward and cautioned me to hold still as she applied
another coat of bright red lipstick and sealer. Heather minced over to
join me identically dressed in every respect, except her 'mounds' were
not quite so little.
Maria returned with a little round stencil and again instructed both of
us to be still. She held the stencil up to each of our cheeks and
sprayed a red liquid through the opening. When I looked in the mirror,
I saw round red clown-like circles adorning our cheeks, making us
appear almost cartoon-like. Regardless of the humiliating presentation,
my little clitty stiffened again.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Just what the Mistresses ordered! Greta,
dear, please lock them up, and let's get them up on deck where we can
take some pictures before the boat arrives. They look so adorably over-
the-top sissy!"
A thin silver chain joined our wrist manacles, padlocked at each end. A
third, much shorter chain connected my left wrist to Heather's right
wrist, forcing us to hold hands.
Maria took my leash, Madame Gustov took Heather's, and off we went.
When we arrived up on the rear deck, the scene about the yacht caused
me to gasp. Sir John's yacht had anchored in a lagoon along with about
a dozen other yachts of similar size - a couple even bigger! I heard a
roar in the air and noticed a private Boeing 737 initiating its landing
approach to a nearby airport. Above and behind it, several other large
business jets circled awaiting their turns to land. "This has to be a
truly amazing ball to attract all this wealth and power," I thought.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" came from behind us. Raquel
walked in front of us with a sinister grin "Oh, our two little trollop
flirts from yesterday, I see. However, more appropriately dressed and
restrained today. You girls, of course, know that your will be laughed
at by everybody! Oh, Greta, please do get some campy pictures of these
two pathetic little sissies. It will be such fun sharing them later!"
I was shocked. I thought Raquel was one of us, but now she appeared as
dominate as Electra - in fact, she looked amazingly like Electra! She
was dressed in very low riding straight white pants with a wide black
leather belt having a plain oval center clasp and a matching front tied
halter top that fully displayed her lush womanly figure. I even
considered curtsying to her.
Raquel took our leashes and immediately began directing and posing
Heather and me, putting us in the most embarrassing positions
imaginable - interjecting comments to the effect that we were such
hapless frilly sissies. In fact, she did make us curtsey to the camera
- and her - several times.
"Heather, dear," she mocked, "even though you are literally the Lady of
the Manor, you just cannot get away from your sissy frills, can you?
Maybe it's something about blond sissies. You thrive on the
humiliation. I bet that clitty of yours is as stiff as a little May
Pole. And leaking just like a true little sissy!" Greta, please get a
picture of this. Good grief, her skirt is so short I don't even have to
lift it! Isn't that sissy bow on her behind just too much! Do take a
picture of that as well!
"Oh, my! How right I was - not only stiff, but wet as well! I just bet
that little Dani's little clitty is in the same sorry state! Come over
here twinkle toes and let me see!"
She put her other hand in my panties and roared with laughter. "What
pathetic leaky sissies you both are! Greta, I bet that the two of them
would squirt just looking at each other and rubbing their frilly
panties together. Shall we try? Imagine how irritated Constance and
Electra will be when they discover that both weak, uncontrollable
sissies have had an accident in their frilly panties! I bet the both
will be spanked right then and there in front of everyone at the
airport!"
Greta laughingly nodded and whispered something to Raquel, whose smile
grew even broader. "Really," she said, "large plugs - no wonder the
little sluts are leaky!" Now even Maria was consumed with laughter.
"Look sissies, even the crew is watching!"
I looked up to see Willy and Hans standing on a bridge wing pointing
and laughing at us. Even the two stewards were gaping at us. Both
Heather's and my faces were red a beets.
"Well, sissies, let's see it! Turn to face one-another and begin
rubbing your panty fronts! Now!" Raquel barked.
Heather turned to face me, taking my other hand in hers, and started
rubbing her tented satin panties against mine. It only took a few
moments before the two of us started moaning and letting out little
sissy squeals, entirely besotted with by lust.
The laughing and deriding comments continued, but we no longer listened
as the urgency rose in each of us. Moments later, we both squealed in
our highest pitched sissy voices and squirted within seconds of each
other.
"Such sissies!" exclaimed Raquel. "They will be stiff again in their
sticky panties by the time they reach shore!"
She came over to us and put a finger under each of our panties, scooped
up a nice clot of sissy cream and wiped it on our necks. "Oh, a little
'eau de cum parfume' for the little dears!" she mocked.
Only the arrival of the water taxi to take us ashore saved us from
further humiliation at the hands of this new, but intense, shemale
dominatrix.
Waving goodbye to us, Raquel roared with her parting shot, "Enjoy your
nice wet panties and plugged holes. I hope you will have a good
explanation of your sorry sissy state when the Mistresses see you! Have
a nice day my little cumquats!"
The boatmen just stared at us with the jaws open. It was a full minute
before the even thought to cast off.
The ride in was mostly in silence as we sat in the small enclosed
cabin. The vibrations from the boat's motor on my plug were already
renewing my distress. I could see it was having the very effect on
Heather.
I sighed and looked at Heather. She tenderly smiled back and told me
not to worry as such behavior was expected of sissies. We reached a
dock and transferred to a van driven by a cute young man in skintight
fuchsia shorts and an equally tight white tank top for the trip to the
airport. He had a large steel collar about his neck.
Upon arriving at the airport, we each straighten each other out and
were led by our leashes to a private terminal's receiving area by
another young man dressed the same way as the driver with the name "Boy
Bob" embossed in fuchsia on his top.
There were about a dozen very attractive people coming off two
Gulfstreams. Some smiled at us while others giggled at our humiliating
costumes - none shocked in the least by our appearance. I did notice
that several men developed little tents in their trousers.
A uniformed man came over and said something to our minder, Bob, who
led us outside to a gate in the fence that surrounded the aircraft
parking apron. In another minute, another Gulfstream taxied up on the
apron before the gate. As the door opened and the stairs descended
Heather squeezed my hand and gave me a smile. Our minder remained
silent, but stood to a military attention position.
The first to deplane was Mummy. She looked positively regal in a belted
beige tailored short skirt and sheer wrapped white blouse. Despite her
five-inch heels, she gilded down the tricky stairs and seemed to float
across the tarmac to the gate. Her long blond hair and blue eyes
sparkled in the midday sun.
Electra followed with Millicent trailing on a leash. She wore white
belted short hipster shorts and matching low cut tailored blouse ending
just under her bosom. The white contrasted perfected with her long
flowing ebony hair.
Millicent was dressed in a short skimpy straight-skirted French maid's
uniform that overly displayed her legs and bosom. Her wrists were also
shackled. Anna and a striking black girl brought up the rear, both
dressed in sexy short hipster flared skirts and halter tops.
I noticed that both Mummy's and Electra's broad black leather belts had
the same crested oval emblem that they wore at my debut. It came to me
that it was the same belt that Raquel had worn earlier, but Raquel's
oval had been bare, without the emblem.
Heather nudged me and mouthed with some urgency, "Deep curtsey."
As Mummy reached the gate, Heather and I went into our very best deep
curtsies, necessarily together because of our shackled hands. We rose
and said in unison, "Good Afternoon, Mistress."
She smiled at us and leaned forward, hesitated, and then kissed my
cheek, saying, "Hello, my dear daughter." She repeated the process with
Heather just as Electra arrived. We repeated the curtsey and salutation
to her.
"Electra, dear, you might sample the sissies' new scent," Mummy
suggested.
Electra leaned over and sniffed both our necks. "Shameless!" she
hissed, "I thought the new outfits might improve their behavior.
Sissies, hold up your skirt fronts, I want to see the worst of it."
We held up that little there was of our skirts, knowing full well that
the "worst" would indeed be revealed. However, my soiled panties were
only part of my worry - for some unfathomably reason, my clitty was
stiff, very stiff, again!
"Ugh!" Electra said in utter contempt, one hand on each of our panty
fronts, "both have made a complete mess squirting in their panties, and
from the feel, it must have been at the same time. I wonder if they
were rubbing their clitties together. Moreover, not one, but both
little sluts again have stiff clitties. What little piglets! And this
after their disgusting slutty cock teasing performance of yesterday on
the dock! They urgently require discipline.
"Is that it, little sissy piglets? Could you two just not resist
rubbing your tiny clitties together until you both squirted just like
the pathetic sissies you are? Fess up now or it will be worse for you -
and it's already bad enough! Greeting your Mistresses with nasty
creamed-in panties! The very thought!" She clucked in utter disgust.
Heather and I stood there with our heads down, both understanding that
the very worst was yet to come. Heather's hand was slightly shaking and
her breathing was becoming deeper. Tears were already forming in my
eyes. These imposing goddesses were not to be crossed. "That damned
Raquel had quite thoroughly set us up!" I thought with more than and
little malice. I had so wanted to please Mummy, too!
"Well?" Mummy demanded.
"Yes, Mum," weakly responded Heather, in an unusually low voice, still
breathing deeply.
"Yes, what my dear?" demanded Electra.
"Yes, Mistress, Dani and I rubbed our panties together until we came,
just like the pathetic sissies we are," Heather confessed.
"Is that true, Dani?" asked Mummy.
"Yes, Mummy Dear - er, Mistress, but Raquel made us do it," I cried out
through my tears.
"What?" barked a now very angry Electra. "Are you blaming this on Miss
Raquel? Big mistake, my horny young hussy! Now you really are in
trouble. Raquel is my prot?g? in The Order, and I will not brook such
groundless accusations against her! Even if she tried to make you do
squirt, you should not have. It's your fault and certainly not hers!"
Mummy said in a low menacing voice, "Anna, would you be a dear and
fetch Mistress Electra's little on-board toy bag and bring it to me at
once? Oh, and also bring that pink shopping bag in the front
compartment. It appears that we will need those things sooner rather
than later."
"Toys?" I wondered as I saw Anna depart with haste back to the jet.
Also, out of the corner of my eyes I saw dear Millicent with a both a
worried and concerned look on her face. Tears were now streaming down
my cheeks.
"Connie," Electra said, "I sense you intend on dealing with this here
and now. I could not agree more! These slutty little sissies need to
understand that the women are back, and such silly sissy nonsense for
two days running will not be tolerated. Moreover, taking time to punish
them will make us late for our luncheon date in the village, which
further annoys me."
"Oh, Lecta, not only here and now, but with a fair dose of humiliation
to follow! Mummy added, again in that low sinister voice. "Let me see,
where shall we do this? Ah, that baggage cart should be perfect."
Mummy took our little handbags and opened them. When she took out the
contents, the heaviness was explained - the bags contained additional
small locks and chains. We had been unwittingly carrying our own
bondage instruments!
She instructed Bob to lead us over to a nearby baggage cart parked on
the grass that was in full view of both the aircraft parking area and
the terminal where Electra was already waiting with a truly evil grin
on her face.
Before I knew what was happening, we were bent over the cart's side, my
outside cuff chained to post on the front of the cart and Heather's to
the rear post and our inside wrist chain locked to a cleat between us.
Our leashes were tied to cleats on the opposite side of the cart, and
our panties pulled down to just above our knees. A drawstring at the
waist of the panties that I thought to be only ornamental was drawn
tight and tied, effectively hobbling our legs and leaving our bare bums
arched out for the world to see - and God only knew for what other
sinister purposes.
I was sobbing, for a multitude of reason: fear, anger at disappointing
Mummy and acute embarrassment. I could even fell a breeze and the
noontime sun on my proffered buns. Heather, however, was panting and
erotically moaning as she softly rocked her body and tested the
ligatures holding her in place. What I could not understand, however,
was why my clitty was so close to exploding again.
I heard, but could not see, broken bits of conversation behind me.
"Thank you Anna. Lecta, dear, how shall we do this? As both sissies
have to have perfect bums this evening, we are somewhat limited.
"Well then, let's heap on the humiliation!"
"Ah, yes, that's best choice for now - the whipping tawse for bright
red buns! It fits the second act! Shall we?"
"I'll do Dani; you can let loose on the other little pain slut, Lecta.
Just look at how her ass is wiggling awaiting your tender
ministrations! The girl never seizes to amaze me!"
"A half dozen - three per bun, Connie? What about three for Act Two?"
"Yes, Lecta, I think six and three are the right numbers. Let's do it
together." After a snicker, "My backhand needs practice anyway. Anna,
dear, will you please count the strokes and sucks?
"Oh, girls, we seem have a bit of an audience building. People really
do love to see slutty little sissy bums thrashed! And yours are so
nicely defined with their cute bikini tan lines!"
"Look Connie," Electra said, "I dare say a substitute solution to the
sissies' luncheon plans just arrived. "Willy, Hans, please come over
here!
Then, laughing loudly, she twisted a tired old phrase, "Sweeties, this
will hurt you far more than either of us!"
I was terrified and humiliated beyond imagination as a cool strap moved
over my exposed cheeks. "Dani, I heard Mummy say, "I want to be proud
of how my daughter takes her deserved punishment. Do not carry on, but
accept it, despite the pain. If you do carry on, the punishment will be
far worse for both you and your dear sissy sister Heather."
The tawse came off my rear, and after what seemed an eternity, there
was a whoosh in the air. "Smack" went the strap, and "One!" was called
out. I saw stars!
"Brilliant backhand, Connie! You certainly haven't lost your touch!"
The sting on my right cheek was like a bolt of lightning - so much more
than Sir John had given me yesterday. Despite the after burn of pain,
all I could think of was the warnings of how harsh the Mistresses could
be on errant sissies. "And there were five more stokes to come? Oooh
myyy Goddd!"
"Thwack" and "Two." Now my left bun was afire.
The next two were milder, but the cumulative effect was building. My
skin was burning and becoming tight as a drum. Audible sobs were coming
from me, but I remained in my humiliating position.
Mummy again lightly drew the strap again across my searing cheeks.
Despite the dreadful building of anticipation for the final two
thrashes, I found my rear rising to the terrible instrument's caress
and even moving with it. More troubling was that my clitty was
extraordinarily stiff, almost to the bursting point!
Just as I relaxed the whip was withdrawn, and I heard the hideous hiss
through the air. "Five" called out as the strap made its ghastly sound
hitting my flesh. It was as hard, if not harder, than the first two. I
gasped for air with my tears streaming down on the cart.
Before I could recover to any degree, the "whoosh," the "whack" and
"Six!" rang out. This time I squealed in a higher voice than I thought
possible! "Ooooooooh. Muuummmie!" Both cheeks burned with the flames of
Hades.
Mummy began caressing my burning buns with her long soft hands as the
edge began to dull to a throb and my tears subsided, but not my clitty,
subsided. "There, there, my sweet daughter, sometimes learning can be
so difficult," she whispered in my ear as she kissed my wet face.
I settled into her caress quite forgetting where I was or what had just
happened. It was just so very nice. Her hand went to my front and
touched my clitty. She continued, "And I see that not 'all' of you
found the whipping entirely without pleasure!"
"Oh, Mummmmie," I sighed as her hand actually began lightly stroking my
swollen little teapot. "I so wanted to please you, and I made such a
mess of it!"
"'Mess' is quite the correct term, sweet daughter." She softly
chuckled. "Every sissy learns in her own way - and learns of many
different things as well. Even about pain and humiliation, both of
which are so much a part of special girls like you and Heather."
She continued to play with my now very distressed clitty, causing my
little dangling clitty bell to constantly ring. "I know, Dani, all
these things are so very new to you, but right now your Mummy wants you
to squirt for her to show me what a perfect little sissy you really
are."
Her expert manipulations on my tiny clitty were divine. The thought
that my very own beautiful, goddess like, mother was publicly milking
me whilst helpless in bondage somehow excited me even further.
"Yes, my sweet, squirt for Mummy. I want everyone to see how much of a
sissy daughter I have!"
That did it! With a squealing, "Oooh Mummmmie," and for the third time
that day, my teapot erupted, shooting sissy cream all over the ground.
From behind me came applause. I could not believe it. I guess a crowd
enjoyed the humiliating milking as well. Now my face cheeks were as red
as my bum's cheeks.
After a few moments, Mummy stood back to rejoin Electra and said,
"Anna, please remove those disgusting soiled panties and put the new
ones from the pink bag on them. Then will Bob and you rearrange the two
of them on their knees, facing outward from the cart with their arms
secured, as they are now, to cart's side. Attach their collars as well
while you are at it.
The old panties were untied and removed. The news ones were lifted up,
and from the feel of surrounding lace and the breeze, it was clear that
a large opening fully exposed my very red bum for all to see. The
clitty bell was pulled through a slit and allowed to dangle about my
thighs.
My chains were unlocked from the cart and I was turned around to find
Anna standing beside me pointing to my panty front. As Boy Bob, the
minder reattached my arm chains to the cart the crowd burst out in
laughter for a reason unknown to me. Mummy and Electra stood to one
side with Willy and Hans - all with very amused grins on their faces.
And a crowd it was! Passengers from at least two additional planes
together with all types of airport personnel had gathered about to
watch the spectacle. I stood helplessly in shackles while Anna and Bob
repeated the task with Heather. As Heather turned I understood why they
were laughing. Across the white panty front written in fussy scrip was
"SISSY SLUT." I saw that she also had squirted on the ground. As she
faced forward, the crown again roared and broke into applause.
Anna returned to my side and upon a nod from Mummy put her hands on my
shoulders to guide me to my knees. Stepping behind me, she clipped the
back of my collar to the edge of the baggage cart.
"Time for lunch, my dears," announced Electra as Hans and Willy stepped
forward. There was little doubt upon what Heather and I would shortly
be 'dining.'
The two Adonis-like Alpha Males approached us as they unzipped their
trousers and took out their massive man tools as we slithered about in
our chain bondage. They stopped before us when their cocks mere
millimeters from our helpless mouths.
Electra sneered, "Suck and sup, sissy sluts!"
Willy's cock moved the short distance to my mouth as it submissively
opened to receive his humiliating public penetration.
"Good little sluts. Now show everyone how much you two adore sucking
real men's cocks. Work it, sluts!" barked Electra.
I began servicing Willy's huge 'willy' with my tongue and mouth,
sucking it as hard as I could between licks. After a while, Willy
became impatient, grabbed my head, and began to fuck my mouth. In a
short time, he grunted, deeply shoved his massive man meat down to my
choking point and let loose two ropes of cum directly into my throat.
He withdrew as I started to gasp, launching a third in my mouth and
both the fourth and final shots across my face.
"Clean my cock, slut," he commanded.
Still choking from the first two shots, I began to slurp up the
remainder as the crowd again broke into merry applause. From the corner
of my eye, I saw that Heather was doing the same to Hans. I was
profoundly excited by all the strangers watching, despite the horribly
humiliating predicament.
However, the biggest shock was next. As Willy zipped up and moved to
the side, Anna shouted out "One!" and another man was standing before
me!
From his dress, I assumed that it was one of Sir John's pilots. A quick
glace to my side confirmed that Heather was now confronted with another
pilot. "Oh my God,' I thought, was I to be done by a 'gang'? Was this
Act Two?"
"Any wagers on which slut finishes first?" I heard Electra taunt to
even more laughter.
The pilot - now I did not even know the names of my 'lovers' - unzipped
and deliberately stepped forward to receive his prize. Having zero
choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and accepted my plight.
Apparently, my real humiliation had just begun.
Fortunately, he was quick about his task and rapidly, but plentifully,
came into my mouth with a loud groan. Not having use of my shackled
hands caused part of my pilots 'cargo' to drip from the corners of my
mouth. I feared that now my face looked beyond a train wreck.
I cleaned his cock - his cum was kinda sweet and nice anyway, and he
moved away as more of his cum dripped down over my titties.
"Dani, Two!" rang out from Anna.
"Heather, Two!" rang in my ear as another 'gentleman' stepped forward.
This was a burly mechanic with a leer of pure lust on his face. I
gasped as he unzipped. His cock was so thick I wondered if it would
even fit into my mouth. Then he proudly took his massive balls out.
They looked as if they held a tanker's worth of cum!
He stopped before me and just rammed his man-stump into my mouth. I
could barely breathe - it was a monster! This man was getting the treat
of his life, a sissy princess, and he intended to enjoy it to the hilt.
I really was helpless to do anything other than try to keep my mouth
open and available. He had his own agenda and was determined to carry
on with just that.
He kept repeating iterations of, "Suck a real man's big dick, bitch
princess!"
After a seemingly endless period, with my jaws and mouth aching, he
pulled out and stroked his cock. I knew what was coming, but had no
idea of how much! His first cum rope went from my hairline to beneath
my titties. The next took me fully in the face with literally a splash,
followed by at least a couple more sprayed on my chest - it was as if
he was urinating on me. I could feel his cum saturating the thin silk
fabric on my dress as it began to stick to my bare titties underneath.
Rather than have me lick-clean his cock, he wiped it off using my hair,
compounding my humiliation.
"Three for Dani!" rang out from Anna.
"Was it finally over?" I wondered as, "Three for Heather rang out."
"And," Electra announced for all to hear, "'Taa Daa,' our winning
cocksucker of the day - so far, at least - is our newest sissy, Dani!
"Now the little dears really are properly scented. Let them stay there
and drip dry on the grass for a bit. Anyway, who would want them in
their car?"
We were indeed bizarre sight - Two kneeling rag dolls, immobilized to
the cart by neck and wrist shackles and spray-coated with male semen.
No doubt our smell rivaled our appearance.
Boy Bob walked over to Mummy carrying a large placard and she pointed
towards the cart, seemingly giving him instructions. He walked to the
cart, climbed up on the bed and attached the placard over our heads to
its roof, where we could not see it.
Mummy walked over and said, "I hope you two have learned a lesson. If
you act like loose cock teasing sluts, you shall me treated as such!
The next time either of you decide to prance or play with your wears
about without permission from your superiors the punishment will be
doubled. Think about it, my dears.
"You will just have to remain here until suitable transportation is
arranged. Apparently, no one wants such soiled sissies in their van."
She returned to the group as they began breaking up. Willy and Hans
were taking Anna, Millicent and the new breathtaking beautiful black
girl to the Yacht. Mummy and Electra were off for their delayed
luncheon. All of a sudden I felt terribly alone and very vulnerable.
Anyone could come over to us and do anything - we were completely
helpless in our chains. I started to sob uncontrollably.
"Princess," Heather softly called over, "don't worry. No one will touch
us without the Mistresses present. See Bobby-boy over there minding
us."
"I look horrible. I hate looking so awful. It's so ugly!" I complained.
"And what about that sign thing above us?"
Heather actually giggled, "Hunny bunny, you don't look any worse than I
do! How we look is part of the punishment, if you haven't figured that
out. They know how we princesses cannot stand being, er, well,
ourselves - pretty, prissy and just a little sexy!" Another giggle and
she added, "Well, maybe a lot sexy!"
"And little sis," she said with a sly smile, "if you are so utterly
devastated, please tell your older sister why your panties have that
little tent it them - and so soon after being milked!
"As to the sign, I have no idea other than it is to call attention to
us in some humiliating manner."
"But, Heather, what will all those people think of us at the ball
tonight?"
"A lot, my dear," she laughed, "a whole lot! As they say, it pays to
advertise! Not that you would have been deprived of attention anyway.
Dani, this is hardly your basic Philadelphia ladies garden club group!
Also, we are not exactly going dressed tonight as the Vestal Virgins!"
Now, we both were giggling despite our nasty circumstances and
throbbing red behinds. There was something in me that craved attention,
even in this sorry state.
Groups from two new planes passes by us - all noticing our plight, some
laughing, others just staring with apparent lust.
A turboprop cargo plane pulled up to the gate just beyond us. It seemed
curious next to all the first rate business and private commercial
jets. A large strange looking staked truck backed up near the gate's
fence opening as people began gathering around.
Heather said, "Dani, watch this. I promise you it will be unlike
anything you have ever dreamed of before!"
The plane's rear cargo ramp came down, and a tall beautiful long dark
haired woman dressed in white tight jodhpurs and clinging silk open
front blouse with broad long sleeves walked out. Highly polished black
riding boots, a broad belt and a truly menacing buggy whip contrasted
with her pure white garments.
She cracked her whip and two Bob-like "boys" began lowering a ramp from
the truck. With a second crack of her whip, two other boys dressed as
grooms led two bizarrely dressed men out of the cargo bay. They were
massive muscular men dressed as horses in full tack made from black
leather and shiny silver metal.
Their feet were in some form of boots ending in what appeared to be
hooves. Their lower arms and hands were in similar laced glove-like
gauntlets also ending in hooves. They strode down the ramp in close
order, each hoof moving at a measured precise pace with the other
horse. Their hooves made very realistic clomps on the ramp and tarmac.
Full bridles were buckled about their heads with various straps that
included a bit firmly set between their teeth. Atop their heads were
leather horse ears and a short carthorse red plume. Their longish hair
was combed back and waxed to form a bushy mini-mane behind their heads.
Both eyes had large blinders to either side. Their leads were attached
to the bridle on either side of the bit.
Their torsos were also encased in leather and silver with three
vertical straps extending from wide collars past thick silver nipple
rings to broad waistbands having multiple large sturdy silver rings.
Their arm hooves were attached to the side rings, immobilizing their
arms.
A second smaller strap connected the vertical straps just beneath their
upper chests. From there, a single strap continued down to a ring about
the genitals and continued, splitting into three parts, up between and
on either side of their ass cheeks to return to the waist- and chest-
bands and eventually ending at their collar.
Their massive cocks and balls prominently protruded through a tight
silver ring in front, and a long black horsetail extended from their
rears. The manner in which their tails swished suggested that their
tails were deeply embedded within their rectums. Each stallion had a
tattooed shield of some type "branded" on his flank.
Encasing their erect cock shafts were tight leather and metal tubes
covered with silver studs and rivets. Each cock head was pierced with a
thick silver ring having a large jingle bell dangling from it on a
light chain. Other larger jingle bells rang out from several other
locations about their tack.
They made quite convincing horse sounds as they descended the plane's
ramp to applause from the assembled onlookers. I had never even dreamed
of such a display, but everyone about seemed not only to understand it,
but was enthralled by the show. Each neigh and more frequent snort
brought delighted responses from the crowd.
The groom-handlers led them, in turn, up the truck ramp and secured
them into separate mini stalls at the far end. That completed, the
Horse Mistress' whip cracked twice more and four more snorting
stallion-men in identical dress were led, two per handler, in perfectly
matched gaits from the plane and to the truck's stalls - again to the
great appreciation from the assembled crowd.
With three cracks of the woman's whip, two more whinnying horses
appeared, each led by an individual handler. These were taller and
leaner males, who wore similar, but lighter tack without head plumes.
They were pierced in the same manner and sported even long hair manes
and tails. They were freer afoot and pranced independently about like
spirited racehorses. One defiantly whinnied and began to stray, earning
him a vicious crack from the Mistress' whip. With more effort, and many
more whinnies and snorts, the grooms secured the two stallions in their
stalls.
After another crack of the whip, out came none other than my stepfather
and poor pitiful Percy dressed as circus ponies in bright red tack and
huge plumes! The Mistress moved closer holding her whip ready as weak,
pathetic neighs came from their choked mouths. Each man had numerous
welts on his flanks. The Mistress carefully watched their progress in
measured pony-like steps to the truck stalls. Although not pierced,
their belled penises were also very erect.
"Well, now I understood those references yesterday that Mummy and
Electra made to stables," I thought.
The Horse Mistress cracked her whip four times in the air and a single
groom slowly led a string of six female ponies out of the plane. All
were beautiful slender women with huge breasts. Their tack was again
similar, but made from fine white leather and adorned with many fine
silver decorations.
However, instead of waistbands, they wore white leather corset-
bustiers, laced so tightly that no waist could have been over twenty
inches. The bustier tops were similar to the ones Heather and I were
wearing in that they pushed up and prominently displayed the women's
breasts. Adding to that effect, their arms were attached to rings on
the backsides of the corsets, thrusting their bosoms even more forward.
They also were pierced with small silver bells, not unlike the one I
was wearing, hanging from their clitorises. Thin chains went from their
pierced nipples to their bridle bits. Their head plums were three
massive