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Book III, Decisions, is the third and final part of Dani's coming of age trilogy. Chapter VIII is the final chapter of Book III, and hence, the end of "Dani's Story." It is rated X - but a nice 'X.' How else would the saga end? Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Dani's Story Book III - Decisions Chapter VIII - The Ninth and Tenth Days by sissystevie I awoke to a gentle nudge and rolled over to see Anna's smiling face beaming down at me. During the night, I managed to disentangle myself from Heather and Howard to return to my cabin. "Morning sleepyhead," she said. "You all had quite a night!" "Mmmm, hi Anna, what time is it?" was all I could manage. "It's eleven-o'clock. Your mother wants you up on deck at twelve-thirty. I'm amazed the Homequests allowed you to escape," she chuckled. "They're still at it!" Just as Anna finished, I heard a muffled scream in the next cabin. It had to be the insatiable Heather. "Heather again?" I rhetorically queried. "Oh, sweetie, you don't know the half of it!" Anna replied as she fussed with my hair to remove the hairpieces from last night. She continued, "Last night the Harbor Master called thinking someone was being murdered. People must have heard Heather the length of the pier. Of course, it might have helped if someone had closed the porthole. What in God's name did you two do to her to get that loud a scream?" "I believe the term Lord Homequest used was 'bloody brilliant fuck!'" I giggled. "Heather is amazing. Well, they both are amazing. Howard is so well - well, you know..." "Knowing the Homequests, they will be at it for some time to come, but at least we now have the portholes closed." Anna sighed. "Anyway, up and at 'em, pretty girl. It's a big day all around what with the grand party at Sir John's this evening. I'll see you down in the salon in a half hour." Somewhat sorely, I made my way to the en suite head for my morning abolitions. "Gosh," I thought, "they not only are insatiable sexually, but also extremely athletic." The idea of one of Anna's wonderful massages was suddenly very appealing. The morning ministrations were really second nature to me now. I cleansed inside and out, smoothed and creamed my body and wrapped my wet hair turban style in a fluffy towel. After downing my hormones, I grabbed a simple silk robe and paddled down to the salon cabin. Anna was bustling about as I plopped into the salon chair and said, "Anna, is there any chance that I could get a short little massage. Last night took its toll!" She smiled at me and said, "This morning should be fairly simple. You are only wearing a bikini and cover-up. And we're doing your hair in a simple bob. I guess there's time for a half hour if you are quick about dressing later. You mother does want you looking well. I think you may meet some people at the restaurant. Hop up on the table over there." The next half hour was heavenly and totally restored me. After the massage, the hair and makeup went both smoothly and quickly. Even my now normal titties suction treatment seemed routine. Soon, I found myself in the dressing area where my things were laid out on a table beside the long mirrors. It was time to get dressed. The bikini was made from pure white silk-like fabric and was the same style I had worn since my first day. Its bottom barely held my little sissy teapot and likewise barely covered my sissy cheeks. A little asymmetrical skirt of white chiffon went across the front that was finished off with two large bows on each side. The bra had two slightly shaped, but very small triangles, to cover my budding titties, allowing a clear outline of my nipples to show. It fastened with cute ribbon bows both in front between the cups and at the end of the halter strap behind my neck. The top beautifully showed off my small soft shoulders and long thin arms. My accessories were an anklet, bracelet, necklace, and hoop earrings and rings, all made from matched twisted strands of gold and pearls. I added large solid gold rings and a wide upper arm bangle. I slipped into the 'cover-up,' which, of course, covered very little. The top was a white gauze-like shirt blouse that tied above my slim midriff. The bottom was harem type pants that rode very low on my hips and tied in a similar bow to the blouse in front. The insides of the legs were slit open and ended in a tight elastic cuff at my slim ankles. I loved the look! It was perfect with my red nails and lip gloss. I Slipped into my floppy three-inch white patent heels, picked up a mini white macram? shoulder bag, checked its contents, and placed my sunglasses atop my head. I knew I was ready when Anna starting taking pictures of me. It was time to meet Mummy. I found my way up to the main deck a saw her by the gangway looking as beautiful as always. She was wearing a pure white sarong that really did not cover her bikini and four-inch strappy sandals. Sunglasses also rested atop her blond mane that was artfully mussed in a way that only a woman, or her maid, of great experience can achieve. I wondered where Mimi was. Mummy seemed quite taken with her. "Well, daughter dear, ready for another stroll down the pier?" Mummy asked with a sly smile. "Oh," I shuddered, recalling my previous 'walk of shame.' She hugged and smiled at me. "Daphne, you look good enough to eat with a spoon, and the only shameful thing about this walk will be what distress you cause to all the dumbsticks ogling you!" she laughed. "Let's go, we have a one-o'clock reservation and a couple of young gentlemen are stopping by whom you might find very interesting." Anna appeared from nowhere and snapped a few pictures of mother and daughter, and then we were down the gangway. Of course, we did create a stir, although far more subdued from my previous three trips. Mummy's presence simply demanded respect. I had the feeling that she could have walked down the pier nude and not a person would dare a catcall or untoward remark. The little cafe was charming. It was nestled atop a small bluff just past the pier. The owner, himself, immediately seated us at an umbrella- covered balcony table overlooking the harbor. "Stage center," I thought. A gentle warm sea breeze bathed us as the waiters fluttered about us. "Well, how was your night?" Mummy inquired, and then added with a warm, but bemused grin, "Other than almost bringing the riot police down upon the 'Lollipop.'" I loved the girl-talk aspect of this - despite that fact that most mothers really do not care to hear the details of their daughters' sexual exploits. However, this was not a conventional group of people, and Mummy certainly was not a conventional mother. "Do you want the long or the short version, Mummy?" "Well, half the island knows Heather had at least two monumental climaxes," She giggled, "but what about you?" "Mummy, each 'one' is a little different, if you know what I mean. Well, at least at this stage of my new life, anyway." "Sweetie, did you enjoy 'it?'" Mummy asked with some concern. "Oh," I laughed in a conspiratorial manner, "'it' was very good - maybe even a 'personal best,' but different. I was in control, and I kinda liked it!" "Kind of?" Mummy repeated. "Well, kinda a lot, I guess," I giggled. "Daphne, you will experience all sorts of new things that you 'kinda' like as you grow into a young woman. Tonight I want you to experience one more new thing before your forced time in purgatory back at school - although I have some good news for you in that regard later." "Will you tell me what 'new thing,' Mummy?" I asked. "Of course, sweetie, the timing is just perfect," Mummy answered. "It is why I wanted you to look your best right now. "Do you see those young men walking down the pier? Yes, the two who are headed towards us." "Oh my God," indeed I do." I gushed. "They are the same two guys who were seated at the table Heather and I performed at during the Countess' fetish ball. Heather told me at the time that 'they were my future.'" "Well," Mummy said, "perhaps not they, themselves, but 'they' as in a type of young man. These two are 'samples' for you to 'taste' this evening. Both will be at DeeDee and Johnny's party this evening. "Touch up your face because they are headed this way and want to formally meet you." "But Mummy, they saw me do all sorts of 'things' with Heather!" "Indeed they did and, trust me, nether one has recovered!" Mummy laughed. "They would walk over fire and broken glass to be with you tonight." "What do I say to them? Are they going to sit with us?" I asked. "Just be your flirty self. Daphne, you look great in your little beach harem outfit. No, they are not going to sit with us; we have many more things to discuss. "Oh, you may flirt with both of them, but I want you to end up only with one of them tonight. I hope that I am not being too direct with you, but I want to 'know' a man - meaning just 'one' man - closer to your own age before you leave. It is the final step in this little holiday evolution you have been going through. "Also, I think you will love it! "Ready, here they come." The only question was which one was cuter. One was dark and mysterious, the other was blond a wholesome, both were total hunks! I was amazed at how my body reacted - titties tingled, clitty clenched, and pussy pulsated! "Steady girl," Mummy steeled me with understanding eyes, clearly sensing - if not seeing - my reaction. "Be a lady, subtly flirt. 'YOU' are in control!" The mysterious one spoke first, "Madame Mistress Constance, may I present myself to you and your daughter?" "Of course you may dear boy," Mummy responded. "Senora and signorina, I am Giuseppe diGenovase, scion to the great Italian hard cheese dynasty." With that, he kissed both our hands, uttering 'bella' as he did so. I was taken... Until, the Nordic Adonis approached. His broad chest, thick blond locks and blue eyes were enough to make me faint! He was not so full of himself, but curiously confident. With a twinkle in his eyes, and in perfect Oxford vowels, "I am Hugh Highgate. I'm still a humble student." I squirted. It was just that simple. I knew I had become something of a slut, but never had any reaction been so instantaneous - or so overwhelming! Thank God for mothers! She knew. "Gentlemen," she said in her commanding tone, "it is so kind of you to introduce yourselves. We shall see you this evening at Sir John's party. Until then..." Both men retreated with appropriate adieus. "Well?" Mummy asked, with one brow raised high. "Oh, he's so divine!" was all I could possibly manage. Mummy looked at me with loving, but knowing eyes, and said, "They both are divine, sweetie. You must learn to play the field at first. This is another thing that I cannot save you from - heartbreak is part of being a woman. And you will experience it, as we all have." "Mummy, is Hugh a bad man?" I said with a tear coming to my eye. She took my cheek in one of her hands and tenderly said, "No, dear, he could be perfect for you, but you are so very vulnerable now being new to all of this. You need time. "However, Hugh is highly acceptable. He may well be the most sought- after 'student' in the Western Hemisphere! He also is the twelfth Earl of Cropshire. The fact that he doesn't flaunt it impresses me." "Really, how so? I mean sought after." I asked, so eager for reinforcement of my feelings. "Well, other than the simple fact that he is a beautiful man, he is to graduate at the top of his class at Harvard Business School this spring. He attended Eton, read for his economics degree at Oxford, and worked a couple of years with the Prendergasts before moving to Boston. "Simply stated, he's brilliant - and that is by our standards - Mensa, such as it is defined these days, or better! "But I do not want you falling 'too' in love right now. Having said that, all I can wish for is that you have a wonderful and quite different evening. It is time you enjoyed a real man-woman evening. "Now, please calm yourself down. I suggest you visit the powder room to straighten yourself out a bit. After that, we have much to discuss." I somewhat awkwardly went to the ladies loo to complete my urgent 'repairs.' Returning to the table, Mummy launched into her first topic. Daphne, tell me about the party. How do you feel about the Alex escapade? "Mummy, I actually liked Alex. He's kinda cute and I really don't want any permanent harm coming to him. Is he okay? I mean with the Group and all those things," I asked. "Trust me on this, sweetie, this morning Alex thinks he is the luckiest man alive not to be residing in the Countess' stables - and as a gelding to boot! Had he followed through on his threat, that would have happened. The only question would have been as to whom would cut his balls off: the Countess, Electra or me. "He was saved in part because we all like him - normally he is a complete gentleman, albeit a rather kinky one, but that's okay - we all are here. He also is a brilliant accountant and Howard Homequest values him highly. Knowing him, the scene last night was quite 'corrective.' "You will love this, DeeDee told me that she had to chase his two 'reluctant' junior partners out of Stevie's quarters this morning. Color them sissy converts. One of them was positively besotted with her!" Mummy laughed. "Was it, 'What color Porsche do you want' time?" I giggled. "You sissies have a lust factor few men can resist, and Stevie is pure lust on steroids!" Mummy laughed. "However, other than sexual sport, I doubt Stevie will take any further interest, but who knows after the events of the past few days. "However, enough of the 'Unfortunate Alex,' I wish to know about you. How did you feel in a dominant role?" "Well, Mummy," I blushed, "I quite enjoyed it, although it was a bit weird after all I've been through the past few days." "You were brilliant, sweetie. There were several comments about the apple not falling far from the tree," Mummy said, and then continued, "We can explore more about this side of you this summer. Being a good dominant is far more difficult that it may seem, and the Group has exacting standards. Alex's real error was that he ran awry of one of those cardinal rules last night. "I guess I do not have to ask you about the remainder of the evening with the Homequests - we all heard it!" she laughed. "Now onto changes in our lives, there are more than even I thought there would be," Mummy said. "Are you ready?" "Yes, Mummy." She drew a breath and said, "Okay, first is Mimi. She has entered my employ as of this morning. We two girls are going to need a full time lady's maid. Fifi is going to replace Mimi at Celine's shop. As it turns out, Beatrice often uses Celine as a form of halfway house for her wayward sissies, so everyone is happy with the results." I smiled, as I was happy for both Mimi and Fifi. Also, Mimi's considerable beautician skills would be more than handy. Taking my smile as her answer, Mummy continued. "Now as to your stepfather, Henry was always a convenience in my life. I do love him, but not really as a husband - no man will ever replace your father. He has a strong masochistic streak that appealed to me and worked into my lifestyles - both proper and otherwise. "Anyway, I am sure you noticed that he and Percy are an 'item.' Simply stated, they wish to live with each other as a gay couple - not really that great a surprise as they always were very bi-sexual. Accordingly, Henry and I shall get divorced." "Mummy, are you upset at that?" I asked. "No, not at all. The 'Henry' portion of my life is over and, as I shall now tell you, there are even greater changes coming. "DeeDee has a lovely flat in London that she obviously will have no need for. I am going to buy her lease, and we shall be moving there in early June so that we will be settled in time for her wedding. Lazarus will work out all the real estate a visa details." "Won't she want to stay there until she's married, Mummy?" I naively asked. "Daphne, DeeDee is not about to let John more than about two microns from her ready grasp," Mummy laughed. "Anyway, the location is perfect for us. Electra resides in the same building, Johnny lives nearby and the Homequests and Prendergasts are a block away. For the first time, I can be near all my dearest friends for the entire year, as opposed to a few weeks during the summer. London will also allow you a new venue to grow completely as Daphne. "All in all, a perfect move, I think. Don't you agree, Daphne?" "Oh, Mummy I do indeed, I do indeed! It's perfect!" Mummy was so pleased, and added, "Not only that, but both of us are to be attendants in DeeDee's wedding. It will be a very grand affair!" "Oh my God, Mummy, that is so exciting. Will we wear beautiful dresses?" "Yes, we shall, dear daughter. This wedding is a huge thing to both DeeDee and Johnny. They are like besotted teenagers. "Speaking of weddings," Mummy continued, "Julie and Fred Gingerman are getting married in late May up in Vermont. Thank God, it's not in that cheesy sounding place way out in Wisconsin. I am getting you released early from school. Although you will graduate, you will miss your graduation ceremony. I do not expect that will upset you, will it?" "No, Mummy, not in the least," I happily replied feeling a wave of relief come over me. "I did not think you would object. I will 'spring' you a few days before the wedding so that we have time for some power shopping and a visit to Liz Arden in New York before flying up to Vermont with DeeDee and Johnny. I understand that they are taking over a rather grand country inn for the affair. I only hope the local airport in ready for the onslaught of large private jets that will descend upon them. "Well, I think that about covers it! Any other questions?" "Yes, Mummy, just one, how was your night?" I giggled. "You are something!" she laughed back. "It was most pleasant, and beyond that, this lady shall keep her own counsel. He provides a certain 'release' for me, and I am very fond of him, but nothing more - other than he's English and lives in London!" she chuckled. "Once you are off for school, I shall remain down here and work out all the details with DeeDee, Henry and Lazarus. Mimi will return to Philadelphia with me to assist in preparations for the move. She will also be available to help you with your girl skills on weekends. "Now let's return to the yacht and take a nice nap in the sun before we dress for the party." We had another pleasant stroll back to Sir John's yacht and went to the upper foredeck to catch some afternoon sun. Our talk was light female gossip with Mummy relating some funny stories about old times with DeeDee and Sir John. She obviously was very happy for them. Both of us eventually managed to nod off. Before I knew it, one of the cabin boys was gently shaking me awake. We went down to our cabins. I thoroughly douched, showered, took my hormone pills and applied my special creams. Completing my 'toilette,' I donned a silk robe and, with my head wrapped in a towel, headed for the salon. I assumed that Mummy was again using Mimi as her boudoir maid. "Ah, Daphne, good evening," Anna chirped out as I entered. She was combing out Heather's hair in one of the chairs and motioned me to the other chair. "Hi sis," Heather smiled. I sat down, somewhat concerned whether Heather would now be upset with me about the manner in which I treated her last night. "Heather," I said, "I hope there are no hard feelings about last night. The teasing and bondage and all..." "Hard feelings?" she replied. "Daphne, dear, you were the elixir that made one of the most fantastic sex nights of my life! It was almost as good as my wedding night - and that's saying rather a lot!" "We 'ALL' heard, Heather," Anna giggled. "Even the Coast Guard heard!" Heather was so innocent in her own way that none of that seemed to matter a whit to her. "Well, Howie was truly inspired," she uttered in a dreamy, disconnected way. "Daphne, I hope you got your full share. Things became a tad blurry to me after a bit." "It was a personal best for me, Heather. But I fully intend on topping that record this evening!" I replied. "Let me guess," Heather giggled, "Hugh Highgate?" "Nice girls don't tell," I laughed. "But how did you know?" "Everybody knows he's mad for you, and, sweetie, 'nice girls' do not do what you are thinking about!" Heather quickly retorted, still giggling. "Did you have a nice chat with him at lunch?" "Well," I blushingly replied, "it was kinda cut short." "Cut short? Why? How? Dooo tell!" Heather demanded. When I paused out of embarrassment, Heather pressed for an answer, "Daphne, you can tell us. After all we are in the sanctuary of the salon." "Well he was just so cute, handsome really. Even more so than when we saw him at the fetish ball," was the best stumbling reply I could offer and my face continued to redden by the second. Anna looked quizzically at me and then broke out laughing. She looked at Heather, who caught on instantly and began roaring as well. "You squirted!" the both said in unison. My beet red face was all the answer their roaring laughter required. "Well, sis, I hope you are going to play it cooler this evening - at least at first," Heather said. I merely nodded and attempted to change the subject. "Heather, have you also heard that Mummy and I are moving to London?" "No! That's brilliant! When? Where?" she gushed. "In June and we're taking over DeeDee's flat." I replied. "Oh, now that 'IS' super news. I can't wait to tell Howie!" Heather said, obviously delighted. Anna interrupted our reverie by saying, "Well, that does it for you, Heather. I have to start with Daphne. Please, sweetie, try to keep Howie at bay so that I don't have to redo you again before the party," she chuckled. "Maybe you should send him up to the bar whilst you get dressed this time." Heather nodded, but completely ignored Anna's suggestion. "I have to tell Howie about Daphne's move." In a second, Heather was off on her new mission and Anna turned her attention to me. "That's Heather!" I giggled to Anna. Anna applied my tittie enhancement devices and handed me a bowl of sissy goo. "Now, sweetie," Anna said, "we have three choices as to your hairstyle for this evening. One is the same long flowing style as last night. Another is the retro 'big hair' with fall from yesterday afternoon. The third is an elegant pageboy bob. "You look great in the flowing hair that your mother favors, but I'm not sure it goes well this evening's younger princess dress. The big hair would look great, but could prove troublesome later on in the evening, if you get my drift. Thus, I would recommend a pageboy similar to the style Charlize Theron wore when she accepted her Oscar. You look quite like her anyway." "Anna, you have always done the best for me, so I will go with your recommendation," I said. "I think it will be super," she replied. "I will weave in a mini hair piece to fill you out a bit, but you have pretty much all the hair you need as is." After setting my hair, she proceeded to my makeup, which was more natural than last night, but still with relatively heavy liner and mascara. My red nails were deemed fine for the evening. When she combed out my hair, I realized her judgment was, as Heather would say, 'spot on.' My hair parted on my right, with that side pulled back over my ear in a wave. My left side traveled across my forehead and descended into three waves, the first of which dipped down to just above my eyebrow; the other two across my ear and neck. The ends were finished in a flirty flip curl. Jumping out of my chair, almost forgetting my titties pumps, I could not wait to get dressed. Everything was laid out in the dressing area. My white lingerie was simple and to the point. A tiny pair of wispy silk taffeta panties with large tied bows on each hip barely covered my clitty and buns. Anna actually adjusted the panties by retying the side bows. Clearly, they could be removed as well by simply undoing the bows. The elastic connectors, however, firmly held them in place, at least for now. The only other lingerie was a magnificent matching garter belt that nipped my narrow waist. Its four ribbon-like suspenders firmly held up the sheerest possible full-fashioned white stockings. My heels were five-inch white satin strappy pumps with oversized white satin bows on each toe, which matched my shoulder length white satin gloves. Anna gave me instructions as to how to unbutton the wrists and tuck the hand portion back into the glove when I needed bare hands. Jewelry was the blend of eighteen-carat gold and pearl strands twisted together that I had worn so many times now - anklet, choker, thick bracelet and long dangling earrings. I even had two rings that I wore over my gloves. Anna told me to switch them to larger fingers when I took off the gloves. The dress was everything promised, and more! The strapless white long ball gown had a drop-waist bodice with a gently scooping low neckline edged with tiny, soft gathered tulle that embraced the dress' upward-forced mini cleavage. It was the bodice, itself, that made the dress. More bustier than bodice, it clinched my waist and gathered my budding breasts to force all my flesh upward, creating the sexiest tittie mounds above the neckline. Across the bodice, pink satin ribbon edging with gathered tulle creating beautiful border seams. Between the seams was finely detailed hand sewn silk thread and ribbon embroidery. The accentuated border seams angled inward as they descended, which created the illusion of an even wispier waist. The full ball gown skirt had a built in taffeta petticoat slip. Seas of organza fluffs floated like clouds from the slim drop-waist to the floor. Truly, a gown fit for a young princess! My fixation with my looks before the mirror was brought to an end as Anna announced, "Your mother wants to take pictures up in the grand salon, so pick up your bag and stole and let's go. You have a little surprise up there! Well, my embroidered white taffeta stole and matching tiny handbag required another little look in the mirror. The stole created just the right amount of teasing mystery and felt divine over my slender shoulders. "Come along my little narcissist, and dear, please do try to control yourself this time! Think back to Greta's deportment lessons." I enter the yacht's main above deck cabin to see a larger group of people than I expected. Several of the men stood with their tuxedoed backs to me as they were being served by the comely Mimi in full sissy maid regalia, which now included the standard topless maid's uniform. I had expected only one man, Howard Homequest, but there were three. Mummy spotted my approach and announced, "Ah, Daphne dear, do come a join us for some champagne." "I squared my shoulders, put my elbows to my ribs and minced towards the group with all the grace Madame Gustov could ever have hoped for. Little did I know how much I would need a good start... As the gentlemen turned, I saw Howard and then Mummy's boy-toy stud- muffin. However, the man in the center unhinged me. It was none other than Hugh Highgate, Twelfth Earl of Cropshire. My heart literally skipped. My clitty did more than that! "Easy girl," I counseled myself. "This is 'SO' not the time to fall on your face - let alone squirt again!" Thank God, I had some distance between us to collect my thoughts! Somehow, I managed to continue my perfect deportment as my long gown glided across the floor. I elected to concentrate on Mummy rather than make a fool of myself for the second time in six hours. Mummy sensed my plight and suggested with her eyes that I first approach her, despite all the fancy titles about. She, of course, looked regal in a long black dress that accentuated her lush, but perfect figure and long blond hair. She wore long black leather gloves and matching strappy stilettos. Her only jewelry was a velvet choker with The Order's seal at its center. Reaching her, I gave her an air kiss and said, "Good evening, Mummy dear. My, but there are quite more people than I expected." "Discipline yourself, Daphne - control, deportment, grace!" she whispered. "Make me proud, daughter, dear." Allowing time to collect myself, I first went to the Homequests and exchanged more air kisses, warmly greeting each of them. Heather was typically spectacular in a long blue silk dress that matched her eyes and hugged her body like a second skin. "Daphne," Mummy interjected, "I don't believe you have formally met my escort." The boy toy hunk stepped forward. "This is Richard," she continued. "Richard, of course, this is my daughter Daphne." Richard gave me a bow and took my hand in his, gently air kissing its back. "It is an honor to meet you Miss Daphne," he said in a perfect baritone's voice. "And a pleasure to finally meet you, Richard," I replied. "And Daphne, of course you remember Hugh Highgate," Mummy finally announced. I turned to face this man of my dreams repeating in my mind "Control, deportment, grace!" Mummy continued, "You seemed so 'taken' by him this afternoon that I took the liberty of asking him to escort you to the party this evening. After all, both Heather and I have escorts; it would have been unfair to have you arrive alone." Fortunately, I managed to keep my composure. "Maybe Mummy's genes do count. Apples, trees? There has to be something deeper there," I thought. However, it all was far too deep for tonight. With a slight bow, Hugh announced, "Madame, it is not only my pleasure to escort your lovely daughter, but also my deep honor!" He, as well, took my hand to kiss it. Now I knew what to do - what worked last night with one lord, should work with another lord this evening. As he took my hand, I went into a deep, but demure curtsey, and said, "But 'tis my humble honor, Milord." It worked. When I rose everyone was smiling - most of all Mummy. Hugh came to me and affixed a lovely single white orchid to my gloved wrist while Mimi passed more Cristal, which I badly needed. Small conversation passed the next few minutes as we finished out champagne and ate small canap?s while Anna snapped away with her ever- present camera. When Hugh stood next to me, I felt his presence in way no man had previously affected me. Mummy sensed the time and said, "Howard, I think we should get on our way. Would you be a dear and check to see if the limousine is here? "Daphne, Hugh asked me to arrange separate transportation for the two of you. It would just be too crowded with six of us in one car, and anyway, it will allow the two of you to become better acquainted on the way to the party." Howard returned and said that all transportation was on the pier. Hugh took my arm and we were off! The effect of Hugh just holding my arm was electrifying. It would be very, very hard to control myself. As we came down the gangway, I squealed in joy. Romeo (call me 'Romo') was back! And with his brilliant white carriage, 'thallions' and all! "Oh, Hugh, I adore Romo!" I gushed to my date. "Date?" I reflected. "It was a very nice word, a very nice word indeed!" He gave his flourishing bow as we approached and announced, "Womo is here to therve the wovely wadies and hanthome thentalmen!" Romeo had on his coachman's outfit with the shiny black boots and tight white stretch satin knee breeches. Tonight he wore a scarlet satin long- tailed riding coat with a woman's stocked white silk riding blouse underneath. Mummy smiled and actually went over to the dashing lad and gave him a kiss on his lips. "Whoa, Mithreth, you could make Womo thraigth!" he exclaimed. Mummy turned to face all of us and stated, "You men had better be very nice to us ladies, or we all will run off with Romeo!" Heather teasingly nudged her husband and said, "Howie you would not believe how well he is hung!" Of course, Howie had also seen Romo is all his splendor last night, not that Heather would have been aware of it. With more than a little devil in her eyes, Heather came over and hugged me, quietly saying into my ear, "Have fun sis! This all reminds me of my first time with Howie. Leave your porthole open and let's see who get's the Coast Guard called first!" she giggled. "Well, children," Mummy said, "Romeo and his carriage are my gift to you this evening. Have a fun journey!" Hugh thanked Mummy, and I went over and hugged her. She whispered in my ear, "Enjoy your first real date, sweetie. You have earned it. There shall be many, many more. Take it slowly and relish it. If you have trouble breaking the ice, just ask him about himself - it's every man's favorite topic! Have fun!" I frankly did not know whether to cry or cum, so I elected to follow her wise counsel. "Down girl," I steeled myself. "Right, like I can forget the fact that I'm a neophyte sissy on my first date with maybe the world's most beautiful, hunkiest, charming and eligible man! "And, you little slut, stop wondering what his cock is like, despite that promising bulge in his trousers!" Then I glanced at Mummy - so elegant and so totally in control. She was entirely unfazed by the total hunk doting on her. "Be her daughter," my mind said. "Yes, I'll use Romo as a foil to distract things and giggle a bit. Then we can take it from there. Romo is here for a purpose, and I think that was what Mummy had in mind - not that she would 'EVER' calculate things out like that! Right," I giggled to myself. "And stop staring at his trousers!" We sorted ourselves out, with Romeo and Hugh helping me into the carriage and the others repairing to their limousine. I was greatly relieved to see the infamous 'throne' was gone, replaced by normal seating in the rear of the carriage. Hugh and I settled in and he wrapped his strong manly arm about me. It was heaven. Romeo cheered out his trademark, "Githy up, you big thudly thallions," and we were off. As we passed down the pier and onto the city streets, I asked Romeo how his interview - or audition, as might have well been the case - for his new position went. "Well, mithy, they 'WUVED' Womo! Womo tharts as thoon as Mitheth Brathwell's new boy is thained," he replied in his cute lisp. "I'm so happy for you Romo," I replied. "Were the two guys cute?" "Oh my, yeth! Hanthome...and tho hard for Womo!" Hugh looked at Romeo and chuckled, "If they ever do a remake of 'La Cage aux Folles,' I know who will get one part!" "Film remake?" I giggled. "He's going to be living it!" Romo seemed to break the ice, finally getting Hugh engaged. "Daphne, I say, you leave me quite speechless, and that is something that would astonish my chums," he laughed. "Tonight you look like the perfect blend of Grace Kelly and Charlize Theron." I snuggled a little closer to him and said, "You are too kind, Milord. "Hugh, do you look forward to working with the Prendergasts again? Will you be in London?" Mummy was right. He did enjoy talking about himself, but in a surprisingly modest manner. He was not at all afraid of telling stories on himself with delightful self-deprecating humor. The evening was enchanting as we broke out into the country and Romeo changed the horses canter to speed us to Sir John's estate. Words really were not required. I was falling for him hard. Very hard. We arrived at Sir John's old Spanish estate in grand form to find the party in full swing. Show tune music waffled from another huge tent set up beside the house. Entering through the main doorway, we met Maria. After a huge hug, she dragged me to a side powder room and straightened out my mussed hair from the open carriage ride. "Dani or 'Daphne' as I must now say, you are even more beautiful than I thought you were going to be, and that's saying a lot. You truly are breathtaking!" She said. I thanked her for the compliment and all that she did for me along the way. Returning to Hugh, he took my arm and escorted me through the house and out into the tent. Not far from the entrance stood the couple of the evening, DeeDee and Sir John, who were receiving their guests. We breezed over to them and, after a moment to allow another couple to finish chatting, were warmly greeted. Sir John looked, well, like Sir John - handsome, perfectly tailored, and strong of both mind and body. DeeDee remained one of the most striking women I had ever seen. She was the perfect transgendered version of Mummy, differing only with her brown eyes, smaller breasts and more androgynous body. Both displayed an elegance bordering on being regal. DeeDee's usual aura of raw sexual hunger now seemed muted. She was relaxed and almost as giddy as a teenage girl in love. As with the fetish ball, she wore a long very sheer silk sheath with low spaghetti straps that danced over her slim, supple body. Harry Winston had not failed Sir John. She had a perfect five-carat diamond engagement ring, which complemented her many stoned diamond necklace and matching earrings. A single gold ring on her right hand displayed the emblem of The Order. I was impressed at how well Hugh carried himself in front of this most impressive couple. When complimented on what a beautiful couple we were, he deflected it from himself by saying that Rumpelstiltskin would look handsome next to 'the comely Daphne.' "Yes this was a truly most estimable man," I remarked to myself. We moved through the party. Electra was bubbling over at the idea of Mummy and I moving into her building. I was bemused by a 'bubbling' Electra, as was Hugh. It seemed that everyone was a little giddy. Even poor preempted Giuseppe seemed blissfully connected to Millicent, who looked resplendent in a long gown. I thought about how much she had changed since coming under the influence of the Prendergasts. Then we danced. I had never felt so wonderful. Julie Andrews singing 'I Could Have Danced All Night' could not begin to explain the feeling of being in Hugh's strong arms. My dress took on a life of its own as we danced. The tight bodice rubbed against his strong chest while the skirts flew about me. Heaven! I was his! I never wanted the dance to end. However, my high heels eventually called an end to my mobility, and we passed about the party saying our adieus to all. Fetching Romeo, we rode back to the 'Lollipop' under the stars and in each other's arms. Contented just being there, knowing where we were going and what we would do when we got there. Words were superfluous. This was an entirely different evening. Although Mummy surely was pulling strings from afar, for the moment this was my own affair. I had been entirely on my own since we steeped into the carriage on the pier. It suddenly occurred to me that at the party, Mummy and her friends gave me distance. I was on my own as a woman with her man, and I loved it! With only a sweet kiss, he followed me to my cabin. It was again 'showtime,' but this time I was producer, director and principal actor. I loved it! Reaching the large stateroom-cabin, I said, "Darling, please make yourself comfortable whilst I refresh myself. There is another head across the passageway, should you require it" "Thank you, so much, darling," He responded. "Oh," I answered, "before you go, please help me with my zipper." I turned my back to him, shimmering in my gown before him. He gasped as his lowered my zipper, and openly moaned as I shook the dress from my body, letting it fall to the floor before offering my hand to have him help me step out the sea of confection about my legs. I turned to face him in my limited lingerie and, caressing his face with my satin gloves, deeply kissed him. In a breathy voice, I said, "Go tend to yourself. All your dreams shall come true this evening. And darling, be nude, be very nude!" He turned and went to the second loo in a near daze as I reveled in the audacious 'orders' I had just given to an Alpha Male. I went to the en suite loo and tended to my own business of repairing my 'look' and thoroughly lubricating my pussy. I actually heard him trip coming back into our cabin in his eagerness. I decided to let the boy stew in his own juices for a few more moments. As I put my gloves and jewelry back on, I turned to survey myself in the mirror. Initially I felt somewhat 'undressed' without a bra or bustier. However, after examining my titties, I was quite pleased. I became more pleased when I cupped them in my satin-gloved hands. They were undoubtedly a full 'A' cup with quite pronounced, and bullet hard, nipples. Still fondling my breasts, I thought, "I may not be as cutely curved as Heather, nor as voluptuously curved as Mummy, but I certainly do have an appealing sissy shape. I think that I shall have that lovely man start with these. "Yes, 'just like a virgin,' in my white heels, stockings, tiny panties, garter belt, gloves, and jewelry, I am so ready, and, yes, so fuckable!" I slowly opened the door. Hugh was setting on the foot of the bed with an erection that nearly reached his chin. In a slow-motion runway strut, I came to him. I ran my hands down my body and brought them back up to caress my titties, just as I had done seconds ago in the mirror. Hugh groaned. I smiled and lightly licked my glossy lips. "Suck my titties, Hugh. Drive me crazy!" I breathed, more than said. He did, and I did, now moaning along with him. "Fuck me, Hugh! Fuck me now. Hard!" I screamed. This bull needed no more red cape. He flipped me over on my back and centered me on the bed as I willingly opened my legs and bent my knees back towards my shoulders. He took me in one massive stroke. "Eeeeooooweee," I screamed as my first orgasm charged through my entire body like a bolt of lightning. After that, it was a blur of raw animal lust, which ended in a bowel- filling explosion that rocked my very soul. Lord knows what I said or screamed out, but later I found out that Mummy, Richard and the Homequests were coming up the gangway when my first outburst occurred. Heather even was to later tell me that I offered a truly 'inspiration message' to one and all. Hugh and I had collapsed into one-another's arms as we caught our breath and allowed our heart rates to get below three-hundred. Eventually, Hugh gentled kissed me and said, "Daphne darling, you are most spectacular woman on the face of the earth." I returned his kiss and soon we were deeply into it again. Hugh went down my body, kissing my titties, rimming my navel and taking my stiff clitty fully into his mouth. "Oh, Huuughhh," I moaned. His shifted my hips, slightly raising them and began to rim my pussy. Soon he was tonguing out my saturated love hole, and I was wholly in heaven. "Oh, Hugh, I love that! Oooh, yesss!" As my renewed fire became white hot, he shifted again, moving up to lick my tiny sissy-sac, one of his hands gently finger my pussy while the other caressed my clitty. Eventually he took my entire pink purse into his mouth and gently sucked it. "Yes, yes, yesss!" I screamed. His mouth went to my clitty and nearly inhaled it. One of his fingers hit my g-spot and his other hand now massaged my tessies. Never had my clitty be sucked so hard, or so good! With a loud, "OOOH HUUUGGGHHH," I squired for all I was worth. The boy didn't miss a drop! "I could really get used to this," I thought. "But he's had far more cum that me. High time to correct that - one good deed deserves another!" I took his head into my hands and guided his cummy mouth to mine, and said, "Methinks I shall return your very generous favor, Milord!" I repeated his path down the body, stopping at each sensitive point as I worked my way to his rosebud. I paused for a moment to inspect his man- tool. His cock was perfect with a perfectly symmetrical velvet head and a long, thick straight satiny shaft. He had to have a full eight inches of girl pleasure - maybe more! Even after robustly fucking me, his balls remained massive and seemingly full. As I took his man-balls into my hungry mouth, I heard another, "Oooh, yesss!" filter in from the open portholes. It was followed by, "Richard, Mimi, do NOT stop! That's perfect! Oooh My Gaaahd! YESSS!" "Mummy?" I rhetorically questioned. "Well that 'tree' ain't far from her 'apples!'" I giggled over Hugh's balls, which caused a unique twitch from Hugh. The thought of giving good 'giggle' or a 'giggle-job' made me chuckle even more - and Hugh to twitch even more. He liked it. "Well, it seems that 'oral hour' has arrived on the good ship 'Lollipop!'" I laughed to myself. Returning to the 'job' at hand - or in mouth, as the case appeared to be, I went for his massive man-pole. I just had to see how this divine man tasted. He was both good and plentiful. I would definitely have more of that later, I resolved. Just as I relaxed in Hugh's strong arms, an ear-shattering scream came from the Homequests' cabin. "Another bitch in heat heard from," I giggled to myself. "We are rocking the boat tonight!" "My God, what on earth was that?" Hugh asked with concern. "That would be an orgasm from the good Lady Homequest, Milord," I replied. "Get used to it. She's good for another hour or two of the same." The stereophonic orgasmic sounds continued for the next half hour as Mummy and Heather put their partners through their paces. All of which made me exceedingly horny. I began playing with Hugh's cock and was delighted to see it grow back to its massive size. Now I wanted to fuck my divine Hugh my way, with me on top controlling the action. I kissed him as I straddled him, position my pussy over his pleasure pole. "My fuck, my way!" I love the idea. And I loved the actual fuck even more! A couple of hours later, curled in Hugh's body 'spoon' style, I began to stir. A little post coital nap had refreshed me. It was very early in the morning of my tenth and final day. "UGHHHH," I sighed. "School and drab boy things! "Well, sweetie, the fat lady ain't sung yet," I resolved, "and my darling Hugh hasn't even begun to finish with his little sissy princess! Or she with him, for that matter." However, Hugh's prodigious discharge was beginning to follow the laws of nature and find their way out of my pussy. Urgent attention was required. "Yes, these younger men really do have certain 'benefits,'" I smiled to myself. "Up girl, 'tis time for some heavy-duty maintenance. Yes, indeed, I am a long way from being done with this boy!" Softly rising so as not to disturb my beautiful Hugh, I gingerly found my way to the cabin's loo. After stripping and douching myself a couple of times, I slipped on a shower cap and stepped into the oversized stall. Exiting the refreshing shower, I looked in the mirror and silently thanked Anna. Her suggestion of a repairable pageboy was brilliant - not to mention the fact that Hugh loved the look. I retained enough of the long lasting makeup that a redo of my face would be easy - a huge benefit now, but perhaps a problem later in the day. "UGHHH!" I shuttered as I again thought about returning to school. "Well, let's just make the most of things in the time remaining," I vowed as I started into my face and hair. "Yes, far better to concentrate on Hunky Hugh." Finishing my repairs, I looked about for some suitable clothing. Knowing how things worked around here, I was sure an ample selection would be available. As I suspected, the 'modest' little 'head' had several cabinets with an excellent selection of lingerie and accessories. I kept with the white theme, however improbable at this point, and selected a very sheer frilly white babydoll with a built in lace half bra and spaghetti shoulder straps. Lace and ribbon details included a touch of light baby blue that matched my eyes. Between the bra cups, there was a large blue satin bow before the bodice split open. The hem, including the front opening ended in three rolls of chiffon frills - nice, but naughty! Still naughtier, I donned a matching set of tiny sheer panties with the same large baby blue bow motif on each thong side. I added a very lacy, ribbon-like garter belt and sheer pale blue stockings with lace tops. I slipped into pale blue satin five-inch mules, again with bowed toes and contemplated the rest of my 'case-closing' outfit. The usual above-the-elbow lace gauntlets were a natural match, and a long double stand of pearls to caress my bosom seemed fun. I added them along with a matching pearl anklet, bracelets, rings and earrings. Looking myself over, I was pleased. If this little number could not hold his attention - and erection, nothing could! I returned to the cabin to plan things out. Hugh was quietly sleeping naked with a blissful smile on his handsome face. He rolled over on his back, exposing that magnificent cock and broad manly chest. I wanted - no, needed - to get closer the essence of his masculinity. I gently climbed back on the bed and curled to his side with my head over his torso. "Oh my God, this man is so beautiful!" I silently sighed as I rested my head on his lean, rippled belly to contemplate his cock. "Three times already, and pretty quickly," I mused. "That 'IS' studly! "You even liked licking my entire pussy after our first fuck, treating my clitty and tessies as just part of it. Eating out my well-used love hole was even better. I'd expect it from Heather or another sissy, but from a real man, that is somehow very special. "Yes, the man is very, very special!" I concluded. "Now, sweet sissy, how do you best manage him, or rather his cock, during the next few hours?" My mind began calculating, "Well, I have to be in the salon for the dreaded 'conversion' at ten-o'clock. If I miss that, I do not even want to think what Mummy would do." Therefore, thinking backwards, it seemed simple. "Breakfast at eight followed by a final intimate - very intimate - 'goodbye' after the meal. Breakfast will allow me to get him turned on again - really turned on!" I noted that I would have to make a call to the galley. Looking at the clock, I saw that it now was four-o'clock in the morning. My mind continued its calculations, "I want to taste him again, but I want him deep in my pussy for our 'goodbye,' so how should I work that? "Well, that's also seemed simple. A young stud muffin such as Hugh should have no problems with a 'fiver,' especially if I properly paced him. He went through the first three with ease. So, I will feast on his wonderful cock after I let him sleep for a little longer, and then let him recover through some more sleep and breakfast. Then, it's goodbye fuck time! A shriek from the cabin next to ours broke my thoughts. The Homequests were at it again - well, Heather was at any rate! "You go girl!" I said to myself, and then giggled, "Just wait until I give my post breakfast performance!" A wonderful smile came to my face as I thought about how much fun Heather and I will have running about London - shopping, flirting and having little 'adventures.' And maybe just being two little bratty blonds! Returning to my little soliloquy to his cock, I rattled on, "And, of course, it all will be your idea, dear lover! "Men really are so simple," I giggled. "You 'ARE' the brilliant one!" I proudly congratulated myself - not even dimly realizing how utterly female I now was. FINIS ********************** Author's end notes: I thought that (a) I could complete this Book in five chapters (now eight) and (b) with a chapter size about half this offering. Well, I guess I was a verbose bitch to the end! All three Books extend over 1,000KB's and took upwards of 18 months of my time, mostly happily so. For those of you dear readers who have stayed with this saga throughout, I deeply thank you. "Dani's Story" clearly is not for the 'drive-through' reader. As I stated way, way back in Book I, Chapter I, it is a story written by a sissy about a sissy for sissies (and, of course, divine admirers). To this, I think I have been true. However, I confess that, at times, too many proper grammatical convention 'truths' have been remiss! I apologize, but without submitting voluminous errata. In the future, I, or perhaps someone else, may write of Daphne's exploits. However, I will now turn to a couple of new stories that have been brewing in my mind for some time. As always, posted reviews and personal e-mails are so important to all authors, whether positive or responsibly negative. You may reach me at [email protected] if you so desire. I would love to hear from you. ********************** © 2006 by sissystevie. All Rights Reserved. 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