Dani's Story, Book II -- First Days, Chapter V free porn video

Book I - Awakening dealt with a 48 hour period where our heroine realizes and actuates her sissy-self. Book II continues her coming of age story and covers the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she is introduced to further aspects of her new life. Although each Book is intended 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! Dani's Story Book II - First Days Chapter V - The Fifth Day, Part II by sissystevie Maria shooed Heather and me into the large shower together, "First remove your butt plugs and douche, then into the shower for both of you, my naughty little sissies. Wash each other off, but mind to behave yourselves. Heather, dear, please be sure Dani properly tends to her ear piercings." The warm water was heaven. Our pretty polka dot sissy dresses literally had to be peeled off us, especially from our cum drenched chests. Likewise, release from the horribly tight corset-bustiers was literally a breath of fresh air. Both of us felt emptiness in our sissy pussies from the missing plugs. Amazingly, neither of our bums seemed badly marked from the thrashing Mummy and Electra so publicly gave us. "Whoa, girl, that was quite an adventure! Are you okay, little sister?" Heather asked as she began massaging sweet smelling body wash over me. I paused again to marvel at her near flawless beauty - blond hair, crystal blue eyes, slim waist a perfect teardrop bum, small perfect titties with such pert nipples and the most kissable tiny clitty on the face of the earth. I wanted to be just like her. Even soaked, she was pure sissy perfection. When I did not immediately respond to her, she wrapped her arms around me and we hugged. "Well, sis? She asked again. I started to weep as we hugged for another minute or two. Finally, I managed to say, "Heather, I can't understand why, or even if I should, but I loved it. Am I a terrible person? Oh, Heather, I even had one of those sissy surges when that last horrible man came all over me! And in front of all those people, too! What have I become? And...and..." Heather hushed me with a tender kiss, tightly hugged me again and the whispered, "No, Dani, you are not a terrible person at all. You are simply a pure sissy - exactly like me." We embraced for a few more moments, until Heather broke it off, to resume to soaping me. "Dani, let's finish and get up in the sun. We can have a nice girl chat up there. And, sweetie, if you must know, I had full climaxes both while Electra was whipping me, and when I received my own little cum bath! So there!" She giggled and added, "I loved it too! We sissies certainly do have a thoroughly nasty side to us, don't we?" We finished washing, patted each other dry, wrapped our hair in towels and returned to the salon, where Maria and Anna awaited. "Girls, please put on your bikinis, accessories and heels; then come here so we can fix you up. Our bikinis were pink today, but of the same design and sheer silk-like fabric as yesterday. Their tiny bottoms had bows on both sides and a little asymmetrical skirt of pink chiffon across the front. The equally tiny tops were two small triangles with a cute ribbon bow between them. The outlines of our nipples, clitties and ass cheeks clearly showed through the thin fabric. After adding sun protection, we slipped on pink four-inch backless heels and our jewelry - a large gold upper arm bracelet, anklet, ear studs, thin chain necklace and a tight belly chain. I wrapped on a little matching pink sarong about me and sat down in Maria's salon chair. In seemingly no time, she had my hair blow-dried into a simple bob over one eye and applied light makeup. "Now, girls off you go to the front deck. I'll send word when I need you back here to prepare for tonight. You hair, alone, will take a couple of hours! Have fun, and for goodness sake, behavior yourselves! You should have a couple of hours at least. Try to get a little nap, if you can." Heather and I wound our way up to the foredeck, delighted to find it all to ourselves. We took off our sarongs and stretched out in the glorious late afternoon sun, letting it seep into out tired bodies. In almost no time, we both drifted off to sleep. I barely remember someone nudging me and telling me to roll over on my stomach. Later, one of the stewards awakened us and gave us tall glasses of iced tea. We must have slept for over an hour altogether. Heather and I turned on our sides so we could chat as we sipped our cool beverages. I felt so close to this beauty and was so thankful she had taken me under her wing. An odd - well, not that odd - thought passed through my head, and groin, about how much I wanted to sleep with her. After a bit I said, "Heather, that whole little show was planned, wasn't it?" She smiled and softly laughed, "Spot on! For a natural blond, you certainly do grasp the program quickly. Yes, dear, from our outfits, to Raquel's little domme show, to your Mum's 'shock' at our condition! The entire kit and caboodle! I must confess that I do fancy those games!" I giggled back, "I'm afraid I like them too. I even liked the chains, especially being helplessly bound against that cart, I'm ashamed to say." Heather giggled and said, "Methinks chains will be in our future for the next couple of days, and I do so very adore them. They make me feel so helpless and vulnerable - such a totally fab sexy feeling! It also turns on Howie - maybe even as much as my slinky little black number last night. Oh, Dani, he was a man possessed by the time he reached our cabin! It was heaven on earth!" "Really? Dooo tell! Enquiring sissies want to know!" I giggled, but none- the-less keenly interested in Heather's married sex life. She drew a breath and smiled as if recalling the experience, "Well, hunny bunny, of all the things I wear, Howie most adores slinky, even trollopy, black lingerie. Something about blonds and black, I guess. Not being able to have me in the long negligee during the first round drove him crazy, and Raquel, despite her incredible beauty, is not really my boy's cup of tea. His preference last night, other than me - whom he could not have by the rules, frankly was you, my dear. He and Freddie had to draw straws to see who got the 'prize!' "Anyway, he knew that in our cabin I would be wearing essentially the same thing, just with a shorter top, and was fixated on ravishing his young cumquat-wife when he literally burst into the stateroom. I posed myself on the bed in as vampy a position possible. Visual stimulation to the boy is only second to his penis, and I made sure I was an eyeful for my dear, sweet Lord and Master! "He stood there as I crawled across the bed and then danced up to him in a manner that would have made a stripper blush, telling him the naughtiest of things! Dani, he was magnificent! One of the many reasons why I married him - something I knew I would do the very first time we made love! "Dani, tomorrow is a bit of a transition on the good ship "Lollipop," and I have a little scheme, if you are interested?" "A naughty scheme, I hope?" I giggled. "Would I propose anything else?" she giggled back. "Here's the plan: I understand that Johnny must leave on his business trip very early tomorrow morning. Your mum and Electra are not arriving onboard until just before noon. Soooo, my dear sister, why don't you and I put on a little slinky sissy show for Howie? We could wear the long black peignoir outfits from last night. The boy would flip! Two blond sissy goddesses dressed in his fav style. Brilliant!" "But Heather, I wouldn't want to - well, you know - he is your husband!" I replied. "Dani, dear, I have Howie most of the time all to myself, and trust me, that man is not going anywhere without me. He may be my Master, but he also is my lover, and we girls do get our way. "We could put on a little show for him first. Frankly, I am dying to get my hands on you anyway! Are you game?" I thought for a moment and looked at this most perfect of sissies, realizing how much I wanted her in my arms as well, not the mention the delight of wearing that scandalous black lingerie again, and simply moved over and kissed her deeply. "I shall take that as a 'yes,'" Heather said with a sly smile. "We will have fun, but I want to surprise Howie. I shall just tell him that I have a treat for him. I'll also make arrangements with Maria to vamp us up in the morning. "But, Dani," Heather said, again returning to her apparent theme, "tell me how you feel about the whipping?" "I'm not sure, I was so afraid, but the feeling after it was kinda nice. Does that make any sense, Heather?" "Mmmm, yes, Dani, it does to me, but then I'm that way." "What way?" I asked. "Dani," Heather continued, "there are basically two groups in this kinky little assembly: submissives and dominants - with a few people jumping back and forth. I am a pure submissive, as we all think you are, but that ultimately is a decision you, alone, will make. "In case you have missed it, I quite get off being treated badly - yes, even being quite thoroughly beaten. I told you in the shower I had a strong orgasm whilst Electra was giving me her 'best.' Yesterday I got off as Howie was tanning my bottom as well. I especially get off when Howie whips me! However, there is no person on the earth who can put me in subbie la-la land like your mother! "I hope that isn't too shocking to you, Dani. However, I dare say that you viscerally understand what I am saying, if you haven't already fantasized about it." I replied, "Yes, Heather, I think I do, but it kinda scares me. And what about all this stuff about 'The Order' and 'The Group?'" "Sweetie," she replied, "I must leave that 'stuff,' as you call it, to your mother to explain. The Group is far more organized and complicated that you can imagine. I'm sure she intends to do just that on our return trip and again during the remainder of your holiday. "However, I do want to talk about being a submissive simply because I love being just that. Also, it may help you understand your feelings about this afternoon. "We subbies vary just as any other group of people. Although I am, and I suspect you are as well, naturally submissive, and I fancy both bondage and a good whacking, it is not the center of my life. I have way too much fun simply being who and what I am. The bondage games are just part of it - a little spice, if you will. "Others may dabble in it less frequently or with less intensity. Still others are much more devoted to it in its many forms, some extreme - just look at the abuse your stepfather and Percy endure, and love! Just think of the ponies your saw earlier - now that, my dear, is a grand fetish!" "Heather," I interrupted, "why weren't there any sissy ponies? You'd think with all the attention to sissies there would have been an entire group of girls like us." "Oh, Dani, but there were! Heather replied. Of the 'mare' show ponies, I picked out one postoperative girl I know and, if you looked closely, the last two others were sissies. Their clitties were tiny like Raquel's, so it was easy to miss. "Dani, do you fancy being a pony?" "Oh, Heather, their costumes are divine!" I gushed. Heather giggled and then quite openly laughed aloud, "Tell me why I am not shocked!" "Have you done it?" I asked. "Yes, Dani, I have - although I stopped well short of those piercings. But, yes, I have several times. The outfits and the bondage aspects, not to mention the attention, were just too brilliant to turn down! "However, sweetie, not to sound like a stuck recording, I do wish to continue about sissy submissives. Millicent is good example of another choice. She simply wants to remain a maid under the strict control of a dominant - and I think she just may have found a perfect arrangement." "What might that be? Isn't she happy just to remain with Sir John?" I asked. "Well, as far as Johnny goes, actually two reasons, I guess," Heather replied. "She needs more direct attention and discipline than Johnny is willing to provide, and she wants more female domination. The solution is to move in with Peter and Raquel. Actually, it's brilliant. The Homequest's need a maid who is part of their lifestyle, especially one that is both beautiful and a borderline masochist. "Also, Raquel is changing in some very major ways. As you now know so well, she's becoming a dominant, and neither Peter, nor she, much fancies playing submissive. Secondly, next week Raquel is going in for 'the operation' - sexual reassignment surgery. Post-op she will be female for all intents and purposes, fulfilling another of Millicent's needs. In addition, as a nice bonus, Millicent will be about to care for them - especially Peter's voracious libido - whilst Raquel is on the mend. Brilliant really, Millicent fits quite nicely on all counts." "Heather, can't you tell me a just little bit about 'The Order'? Is Raquel part of it?" I asked. "As I said, your mother is the proper one to respond to that, but I shall give you a bit of a sketch. It is a very select group of dominant women within The Group, mostly genetic, but a few trans-gendered. Tonight you will meet, amongst others, the Countess. She is the matriarch of The Order. Your mother and Electra are two of its second highest ranking members. I also understand that Mistress DeeDee will be attending. She's an elegant blond transgendered goddess, the first t-girl to be admitted to The Order. "The Order, along with another very secret smaller group of men, maintains 'order' within The Group. "The dominants have very strict rules about their conduct. That's why I felt so safe this afternoon whilst chained to the baggage cart. The Order monitors their behavior so that subbies are never truly abused, either physically or psychologically. The Order also enforces Group members' security. We all love out kinky little lifestyles, but hardly wish it splashed across a slimy tabloid's headlines. "Raquel is just entering The Order and will have to wait several years, if ever, for full membership. On the return voyage, Electra and your Mum are going to evaluate how Raquel handles Millicent. In some way I really do not understand, senior members have to approve of Millicent's arrangement with the Homequests. Even my marriage to Howie had to be approved. Although it all sounds terribly Orwellian, it really is for the protection of all of us, especially we subbies. "You, Dani, are a true princess of The Group, not only because of your mother's station, but also because your father was actually one of its founders. You will cause quite a stir this evening, my dear!" Heather giggled and added, "That's why I am so thrilled to be your 'twin' this evening - more attention! And we both do crave the spotlight, don't we?" "Ah, such girlie giggling!" came from behind out heads. It was Mummy. We started to get to our feet, but she said, "No, sweeties, stay as you are. I am pleased to see that my dear daughter is none the worse for wear. Are you okay, honey?" I managed a, "Yes, Mummy dear, I am. Thank you for asking." I could not take my eyes off her beauty. She was wearing a bikini and, despite her forty years, looked like a swimsuit model. I heard Heather draw a deep breath as she looked at her. "Good afternoon, Mistress Constance," she stammered, obviously also in awe of Mummy's beauty. "I am delighted that you two are getting along so well. Dani, Heather has been somewhat of a surrogate daughter to me for the past five years while we were waiting for you to turn eighteen. May I join you?" "Of course, Ma'am," replied Heather, practically panting. "Heather, dear," Mummy said, "this is informal, so please address me as you used to. I want Dani to begin to understand our relationship." "Yes 'Mummy Connie,'" replied Heather, not entirely to my complete surprise. "Dani, has Heather been filling you in about our merry little band of wayward warriors?" Mummy inquired. "Yes, Mummy, but she said you were the proper person to explain the more detailed items." I answered. "And that I shall over the next few days, my dear new daughter. Tonight is one of our festive balls, really a warm up for the summer season. I dare say that you shall be much noticed, not only as your father's and my child, but also as a spectacularly beautiful sissy - and one in the company of another spectacular sissy - dear Heather! "I want the two of you to be at your sissy best. We selected your costumes to draw attention to yourselves - something upon which I know both of you thrive. I really did not think I should ever find as vain a sissy - in a delightful manner - as Heather, but it turns out that my own child may well surpass her! "Don't fret, child, it actually is appealing in both of your, and it drives the men quite mad! It's actually one of the most appealing sissy traits. Even in this group of beautiful people, very beautiful people in fact, you two will stand out. I want you to live it and love it - WITH proper decorum, of course! You will be on rather short leashes. "And, Heather, my dear, no games to get your fanny spanked! Please advise your little sister of the consequences of falling into Electra's or DeeDee's, or for that matter, Raquel's webs! Understand?" "Yes, Mummy dear" and "Yes, Mummy C," we each replied. "Good," Mummy replied, "now give me a kiss and scamper down to the salon; you have very brief, but quite complicated, costumes to sort out." We kissed her and walked down to an already buzzing beauty salon. Not only were Maria and Anna hard at work on Electra and Raquel, but the new black girl from the airplane was helping. Julie sat under a hairdryer reading "Elle." "Ah, the ever so sweet sucking sisters!" greeted Electra. "I always thought airport food sucked, but I hear these two made perfect pigs of themselves," mocked Raquel. "Did you really have them 'drip dry,' Electra? That is just too funny!" "Oh, sweetie, you should have seen it! The last burly apes just hosed the little blue-eyed blond sissy princesses down with cum! What else could we do with such wenches?" roared Electra. "You could even smell it when they were carted by us in the cafe!" Heather nudged me and whispered, "Just nicely smile and curtsey, and we shall be on our way." We did little bobs and sang out in unison, "Good afternoon Mistresses Electra and Raquel." Maria, intervened and said, "Now, now, ladies, the sissies have big nights ahead of them as well. Girls, please go into the bathroom and cleanse yourselves - both inside and out very thoroughly. Oh, Dani," she added, pointing to the new girl helping, "this is Lalique, Cook's 'babykins' girl. She's so beautiful - as smooth and pure as fine glass. She and Julie are being dears and lending us a hand. She was the girl I saw getting off Sir John's jet earlier, and she was indeed breathtakingly beautiful! Her skin was so smooth and perfect that it really did appear to be like glass. She stood up with the grace of a ballerina, and we air kissed. Looking at her, I had no idea whether she was a real girl or a sissy. The only word that came to mind was 'stunning.' Maria laughed and said, "Yes, Dani, you have the typical reaction at first seeing Lalique. There are just mundane beauties, and then there's she! Now, off you go and try to be half as pretty!" "And sissies," Raquel injected, "do try to avoid squirting for a change! Save something for this evening, when you can really embarrass yourselves!" In the safety of the bathroom, we took off our things, douched and climbed into the shower. Both of us marveled at how well our bikini tans were coming. I adored washing Heather again with a soft sponge and my hands - she was just so perfect. Predictably, we ending up deeply kissing each other, but managed to behave, as instructed. As we toweled off I asked Heather about 'babykins' Lalique. Heather answered, "She's actually Cook's daughter, and, if you are wondering, she is one of us, although she began hormones at an earlier age than is permitted in The Group. She is a renowned international fashion model. We had better look our very best. Every man, woman and sissy at the ball will want to have her. Despite her fame, beauty and brains - she graduated 'summa' from Harvard at eighteen, she's as sweet a girl as I have ever met! Look at her pitching in to help!" We finished creaming our faces, titties and bodies, wrapped towels about our bodies and our hair and proceeded into the salon. Thankfully, Electra and her prot?g? had departed. Anna was trying to comb out Julie's hair while Julie busily chatted with Lalique, obviously in awe. "Okay girls", said Maria, "time to get some nourishment. Heather please go over to the table and eat up you sissy goo and girlie pills - your pills are on the left, Dani's on the right. Dani, please first come over here, I want to get you breast pumps and electrodes on as soon as possible. Your titties will be prominently displayed this evening, and they must be at their very best. Then you may join your sissy sister." As she ate, Heather joined in the conversation with Julie and Lalique, clearly she and Lalique traveled in many of the same social circles and liked one-another. When Julie's hair was finished, Heather took the seat and Maria and Anna began doing our hair in what seemed more like a construction project than simple set. As I completed eating the now quite delicious cum-like blend, Maria announced, "Okay, Dani, please take the chair next to Heather and we will begin." After our hair was set in rollers of various sizes and dryers brought over, Maria and Anna began a full makeup procedure on us. I could tell from the start that it was to be the most exotic yet. The overall look was straight from a Las Vegas showgirl stage with the longest eyelashes I could imagine, heavy frost blue shadow and very broad strokes of black liner. Our lips were painted frosted red and sealed; our nails were lacquered to match. The ladies combed out hair and began attaching and weaving in elaborate hair pieces to puff up our hair high on our heads. Within the hair pieces a series of combs and clips secured a strange looking box with three holes in its top. As the process became complete, it was clear that indeed we were to be showgirls this evening. Our blond hair stood up at least eight inches from out scalps. Little tendrils trailed down on the sides adding to the image. "Excellent," pronounced Maria and she scooted back and forth between the two of us adjusting an errant hair here and there. "Now, Anna dear, let's get them dressed, such as it is, and then we will finish up with the trimmings. Anna please start with Lady Homequest while I sort out Dani's titties." Heather was lead over to the corset lacing bar and long mirror while Maria took off my pumps, cleansed and then creamed my breasts. She then began to color my nipples with a creamy liquid and small brush. The effect was to make then much more pronounced. "Just like two little sissy buds ready for plucking," was all I could think. "Now, Dani," Maria cautioned, "do not touch your breasts for the next half hour for any reason! Now, please join your sissy sister over at the lacing bar so we can get your very unique costume on you. We all know how much you adore looking at yourself in the mirror so this should be fun for you!" Unique certainly was the word. The outfit was every bit as intricate as our hairdo! Everything was white, with satin being the base fabric. The first item on me was a beautifully constructed open bra. It snugly encased my small sissy titties in an open triangle, gathering my flesh and causing them to protrude forward in the most provocative fully exposed manner. My painted puffy nipples looked absolutely scandalous! The straps had pearl and lace embroidery along their length. Little tassels with pearls extended from the bottom strap at each junction. Next came the bottom, which was identically constructed. A firm strap went about my hips and connected to two straps that went down on either side of my clitty, joined beneath it and again split into three straps - one, with a circular metal device attached to it, going up between my butt cheeks and the other two on each side of my cheeks. The fit was extremely tight with the effect of displaying my bum as provocatively as my titties. From the hip strap, eight garter suspenders hung down along with four additional straps with hooks and two silver "D" rings on either side. All were firmly elasticized and covered in the same fabric and trim. Large satin bows just over the "D" rings adored each side. Anna appeared with stockings and shoes. In short order, I was wearing beautiful white silk seamed stockings with lace tops, six-inch white satin heels with huge satin bows on their pointed toes, a broad braided satin ribbon and pearl anklet, and a huge garter-bow also adorned in tassels and pearls. Anna stood up and attached the four additional hip straps to my bra, creating balance throughout my outfit and creating the outline of a bustier in front and back. In a strange way I felt like a trussed chicken. While appearing skimpy, the outfit was actually very rigid and quite secure. The overall effect, like everything else I had worn over the past few days, was cleverly designed to reveal precisely everything that traditional outfits were meant to conceal - and to do it in the most graphic, erotic manner! My titties and my bum were thrust out in the most shameless way. Moreover, now that I noticed it, my clitty was very, very stiff! Thinking of my clitty, it was the next little item up for decoration. Maria produced the most incredible peenie petal yet. It was the same design that fit firmly at the base of my clitty and little sissy pink "purse." From its base, it expanded outward to create a white feathered flower lined in quilted white satin that created a teasing bed about my now engorged tiny sissy stick and purse. Maria pulled a satin elasticized band with pearls, lace and small bells over my clitty head to rest in place just below it. Anna appeared with should length satin gauntlets, again adorned with tassels and pearls. They started with a loop over my middle finger and went up my arms, ending in a secure little strap just under my armpit. She then added gold and pearl rings to my fingers and matching amazingly light long chandelier earrings, which had addition clips to support them over my new piercings. Maria capped-off the accessories with a belly button pearl and tassel pasty! "My, my, we are coming along here, aren't we?" Maria rhetorically asked. I glanced over to see that Heather was as entranced with the process as I. "Now for the real trimmings! "First the restraints. Please extend you necks and then your hands. Neither of you is a stranger to these." Maria and Anna attached a wide satin and pearl covered steel collar and thin wrist manacles with firm locking snaps. A silver ring hung from each manacle. The wrist manacles had eight-inch thin satin covered chains that were locked to the silver "D" rings on each side of our hip straps. "Perfect," Maria purred. "Now for les pieces de la resistance! Just what our fine feather friends need!" Anna presented two incredible butt plugs. She handed one to Maria and ordered us to bend over and spread our legs. "These are as amazing a feat of engineering as they are exotic," exclaimed Maria. "I can't wait to see how the entire effect looks! Open wide my dears. This is quite a plug." Maria undid the center strap between my cheeks and, thankfully, thoroughly lubed my sissy pussy. The plug, although quite long, went in surprisingly easily. She then attached a rubber bulb to its end and began pumping it. Past its flange at my sphincter, the dildo began expanding inside me, making it very secure and giving me a completely filled feeling that was not entirely unpleasant. When she was satisfied with its size, she removed the bulb and firmly re-secured the strap, attaching its circular metal device to the plug. The plug now was doubly secured deep within my pussy. I giggled to myself that now I was not only was a trussed chicken, but also very a stuffed one - and my feathers were shortly to come! "Now girls, please return to the chairs so we can attach you head pieces," Maria said. We sat down to yet another sensation as the plugs buried deeply themselves even more deeply inside us. Maria added dabs and sprays of richly scented perfume about our bodies. Anna stood by with two white feather plumes, each having three long and very full marabou stems that formed a fleur-de- lis shape - the center feather extending a full two feet. Maria and Anna used comb ends to find the box-like devices buried deep in our "big hair" manes and guided the feathers into its openings. "Excellent," Maria again exclaimed, clearly delighted where this was going. "Now for your fine feathered tails, my dears! Please return to the mirror and we will complete your little ensembles for the evening." Anna arrived with two enormous feathered plumes and handed one to Maria, who sighed with the thrill of seeing them. "Please bend over again girls. Ready Anna? Let's connect them at the same time." The gigantic plumes were attached to our plugs via a curved snap-in coupler that cause the plume to stand up nearly vertically behind us. Two smaller straps also attached to our hip bands just above where the rear side straps joined. I could feel some additional pressure on my plug and bottom rig, but it appear amazingly light given its apparent size. "Oh, my! Even better than I dared imagine! Anna gushed. "Straighten up girls and see you new tails!" We both stood up and turned sideways to the mirror. Both our jaws dropped. It was truly amazing! The tails were carefully crafted plumes that stood up perhaps a foot or two from the base and then extended outward in an arch to create a bustle effect. As we moved the slightest, the top marabou feather swayed back and forth. The effect on my clitty was instantaneous as a small drop of sissy juice appeared. I heard a soft moan come from Heather, who clearly was as taken by the effect as was I. "Girls, we have to take a few pictures," Maria said. "I need to transmit a couple of Dani to the party right away. They want a final one for her presentation panel. Dani, dear, just start vamping for yourself in the mirror and the poses will take care of themselves," she giggled. I really had not taken my eyes off my white and blond image in the mirror after straightening up. The whole appearance really was amazing. As with practically everything I wore, the outfit was really meant to display every sexual part of me in the most erotic and provocative manner possible. This evening certainly was no exception - and perhaps the greatest amplification yet. Every little detail, albeit pearls, bows or lace, served to draw attention to my sissy charms. The feather headdress and bustle would call immediate and keen attention to me, especial in the company of another beautiful girl dressed exactly the way. My exotic stage-heavy makeup shouted pure vamp, if not prostitute. The outfit indeed was a marvel of foundation engineering. My so stiff little teapot was displayed against a bed of satin and feathers, and if anyone failed to notice it at first, the little bells would beckon them to it. My pert little sissy titties and painted nipples were thrust outward for all to inspect, if not fondle. Finally, my bum, aided my the tight straps and my six-inch heels, was likewise thrust up and out for all to see. The addition of the feathered bustle with its bizarre attachment was carefully calculated to arouse the most prurient of interest. As I began to move about before the mirror, the outfit's truly sublime, and terribly exciting, aspects became apparent. The bondage collar and manacles made me feel terrible vulnerable, especially given my so openly proffered titties. The movement, itself, caused my clitty to rub against its satin and feather prison and the huge plug holding my bustle to move deep within my love hole. The effect was devastating. All I could manage was a long, "Oooh myyy Godddd!" I glanced over I saw that Heather had much the same reaction. She was moaning and actually appeared to be at least on the verge of an orgasm, if not already past one. "Now, now, girls, Maria cautioned, "let's not lose it before we even get you to the ball! Anna, please fetch their leashes and feather bags before they start squirting sissy cream all over whilst I e-mail a few of these pictures. Girls, we have to remove the feathers until you arrive at the party. If not," she giggled, "I dare say you will be blown away on the boat ride ashore." Anna removed our head and bustle pieces, placed then in silk bags, and attached satin covered leashes similar to our wrist restraints to the rings on the front of our collars. Maria returned and led us up to the deck for departure. When we arrived, I was surprised to find it empty. "Oh, Maria, has everyone already left?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie," Maria responded, "your Masters, Mr. Gingerman, Julie and Lalique were the last to leave - about fifteen minutes ago. Your Mother, Electra and Raquel left much earlier to sort out their entrances with the Countess. When you arrive at the party, Greta Gustov will re-attached your feathers and sort you out for a final time. Sir John and Lord Homequest will then pick you up and escort you into the party. "Ah, here is your launch. Now, sissies, mind you hair - go immediately to the cabin to protect yourselves from the breeze. Have a wonderful time. You will blow them away in those outfits!" As the boatmen helped each of us down to the launch, the younger one's hands found and squeezed my bum and one tittie. From seemingly nowhere a whip's long tail shot out and viscously cut the man's back. "Boatman, you know the penalty for touching a princess! hissed a thoroughly enraged Maria. As I looked up, I saw her standing with a huge bullwhip in her hand, ready to strike again. A steward ran to the railing holding an assault rifle. Anna was talking on a cell phone. The senior boatman came over and gave the offender the back of his hand. "You fool," he snarled, "the Countess will have you balls for breakfast! Go forward and remain there." The senior man escorted us to the cabin and the launch cast off. Once settled, Heather said, "That, my dear, is the first part of an example of how the Group protects us. I expect an escort to appear shortly. As if on cue, a smaller fast patrol boat appeared on our port side and settled into a position abreast of us with heavy binoculars an who knew what weapons trained on the launch. When we arrived at the main house's dock, our morning 'minder' Bob was waiting for us with a van. Bob was dressed in very tight, very brief shorts and bow tie, collar and cuffs, a la Chippendale. Along with cute Bob were two burly very business-like security men. Bob and the senior boatman helped our feather bags and us ashore and into the van whilst the security men took the offending boatman into custody. "Sorry about the inconvenience, ladies," Bob said. "The rest of your trip will be uneventful, and it should be a grand evening." As we approached the main plantation house, it was more than apparent that a grand party was beginning. Lights and music began to appear and the party spirit infected us. The van pulled up to a small tent near the entrance. Two Bob-like 'boy-toys' opened the door for us and eased us out of the van. Madame Gustov was waiting with a broad smile on her face. "Ah, I heard you looked stunning, but that hardly describes it!" she exclaimed. "This way, sissies, there is a small powder room over there. Boys, please fetch their silk bags and bring them to the attendant." We entered the small area where several ladies were adjusting the makeup and dresses after their rides to the ball. Two maids were darting about trying to help as required. "Ah, thank you Sarah," Madame Gustov said to one of the maids. "Will you please take out and hold the feather pieces for me?" In no time at all the head and fanny feathers were re-attached, our makeup given final touches, and our showgirl rigs adjusted. Madame Gustov then took our leashes and led us out of the powder room area. "Deportment, grace, pride in your beauty! Think of these things my fair sissies and you will be the centers of attention!" She whispered as we approached our Lords and Masters, who were standing just outside the tent. My model's runway gait came to me as I locked my eyes on Sir John - so elegantly dressed in a tropical white dinner jacket. If the boy wanted a sissy showgirl tonight, that was exactly what he would get! And get in spades! From her strut and deep breathing, I could tell that Heather was doing the exactly same thing for her husband, Lord Homequest. "Showtime!" I thought to myself. Please tell me what you think about my story [email protected] ********************** © 2005 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. 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