Miss Prissy Paunceworth - Chapter V, Prissy's Frilly Frolics free porn video

This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual contact between sissies at the end of the chapter. However, the main theme is the frilliest of frills galore as Prissy finally gets her sissy dress with all the lacy trimmings. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter V - Prissy's Frilly Frolics by sissystevie Peter slept through his deepest and most restful night since coming to Merstead Hall. Yes, he had dreams - many dreams. The experience with Miss Tellit had just been too intense and too deeply satisfying on several different levels. There also were dreams of the divine Miss Bunny and that cute lawn boy John, but the central focus of all of Peter's dreams was wearing frilly sissy dresses with suspenders, stockings and high satin heels. His first conscious thought was that today he would finally be treated as the sissy girl of his dreams. In his mind he kept repeating 'Priscilla' and 'Prissy Priscilla,' deciding that he preferred the latter. "Well, from this point forward, I shall be Prissy Priscilla!" the ex- Peter silently made oath. "And I shall be a 'she' and no longer an ugly 'he!'" Miss Tellit once again cheerfully bounced through his - or 'her' - bedroom door. Peter openly sighed at his now 'very' special fairly princess. And today, a very spectacular princess she was indeed. She was a late Victorian vision all in bone white except for her waist band and a small pin at her neck. Her mid-calf raw silk skirt clung to her body from her waist to her knees and then slightly flared out. Sheer seamed bone stockings covered her thin ankles and led to a clitty-throbbing pair of bone leather pointed toe classic five inch pumps with thin ankle straps. Miss Tellit's blouse was cut in a classic Victorian high collared style and made from sheer silk organza. Under the blouse was a sheer silk camisole. Prissy loved how it displayed the outlines of her erect nipples. The blouse's gossamer long sleeves were finished in extended tight cuffs fastened with delicate pearl buttons, which matched the buttons that did up the blouse's back. About Miss Tellit's corset-slimmed waist was a lilac raw silk cummerbund. A matched color cameo pin adorned the front of the blouses high neck. Her hair was done up like Auntie Octavia's in a retro turn of the century Gibson Girl style, although obviously with a few 'rat' fillers to enhance the pile of it atop her head. Peter loved the way carefully coiffed chignon tendrils of her fine honey brown hair hung down about her face and neck. In short, she was breathtaking. And Prissy had the urgently extended peenie to prove it! Or was that now a 'clitty?' "Oh my," giggled Miss Tellit, "what a large clitty you have, Priscilla!" Prissy blushed, but secretly wanted something - anything - sexual from the goddess standing before him - or 'her.' "I know precisely what you are thinking about, my dear sissy. However, the day is early and Doctor D'Oley wants a sample from your little clitty. So behave yourself - at least until we get to Auntie Octavia's. As she untied Prissy's satin bindings, Miss Tellit outlined their morning. As I mentioned, right after morning class - you are going to skip your session with Madame d'Horscourt - your first stop is at the doctor's for some lab work and a quick check-up. Next, it's off to see Eugenia and Lisette at the salon. And after your 'do,' we will formally frock you in sugar and spice and everything nice! And I mean 'everything' ma petite f?tichiste adores! "But first, let me look over your backside." Miss Tellit was very pleased with its condition. Despite the prior evening's flogging, Prissy only had a few marks from the flogger's last two lashes. "Damn, I'm getting good with those whips," she silently congratulated herself. "And from the way the little dear reacted, I will enjoy many more nights with them!" "Okay, Prissy, you look great back there." she said aloud. "Now into the loo for your ablutions. "We will dress you practically for the doctor's visit and then remake you into a sissy princess of your dreams at the salon. I'll pick out something simple and we'll do your hair in bunches. Not the total princess look, but certainly an improvement over your old school uniform. "We'll also go lightly with your breast pumps. I think your poor nipples had enough of a stretching late night. Likewise, no 'fanny friend' this morning." Prissy went through the now girlie morning motions and soon was dressed and before the mirror - frowning deeply. The outfit was far more plain than she had in mind. Her outfit was a simple pink and white seersucker sun dress with a bib front ending in straps that went over Prissy's shoulders to attach to the dress' high wide waist band. It was worn over one of her regular white round collar school blouses. She wore white frilly ankle socks with blue lace trim and white patent leather two inch mary janes with grosgrain toe bows. Lingerie consisted of frilly nylon panties that were encircled in frills trim and a matching training bra. The frilly panties held out the dress' very short skirt almost like a small petticoat. One of Prissy's hair bunches was tied with a broad white satin bow and the other with a pink bow. Miss Tellit did allow Prissy to wear all her pearl jewelry, but her makeup was only a minimal enhancement over her 'permanent' base. However, Prissy did quite like her cute little seersucker handbag with white lace trim. "Now let's not see a frown on my little sissy princess." Miss Tellit said. "You look adorable and really very sweet! Anyway, within a few hours you will be the frilliest, most fetishistic sissy on the face of the planet! "And, just think, from this point forward you are the sissy 'girl' Priscilla - even though most people will refer to you just as Prissy. Ugly masculine pronouns and such are eliminated from your life. Everything now is all about 'she' and 'her.' Welcome to the true girlie world! "Now off to breakfast and class. Meet me out in the port cohere after class ends at ten o'clock. "And mind your skirt, it is very short and the bottom flare will be caught up by both your movements and any breeze. You don't want the entire world seeing your pretty frilly panties." ***** Class ended a little early, and Prissy took advantage of the extra time to visit the powder room to check her face. Satisfied with her appearance, she minced her way out the front entrance to the port-cohere entrance, where Miss Tellit's spiffy BMW convertible was parked. Upon exiting the house, a smile came to Prissy when she heard the sound of a lawn mower. Looking about she spotted John, the dreamy younger lawn boy. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together as she gazed at the very handsome boy. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his torso glistened with perspiration, even at that cool morning hour. Prissy reflected for a moment on how manly he seemed in contrast to the pathetic image she once put forth trying to be a boy. Just as Prissy was marveling at his muscled arms, John made a turn with the mower and spotted Prissy. He stopped for a moment and waved. Prissy's heart skipped as she quickly struck a pose with one hip thrust out, shoes at a ninety degree angle and hand to one of her bunches. She returned his wave with a cute little sissy wiggling of her manicured long fingers and a huge smile. At the very moment Prissy completed striking her rapidly composed pose, a gust of wind blew up her tiny skirt, totally revealing her frilly panties - just as Miss Tellit had warned. In her innocence, she only thought of a reprimand from Miss Tellit. Silly sissy! Prissy simply had no idea of either how attractive she was to men, or how suggestive her flirting would be perceived. John cutoff the mower's engine and walked towards her. The only thing that overcame Prissy's panic was her desire to meet him again. In fact, her primary thought was relief at having taken the time to redo her makeup after class. "Hiya, Prissy!" he yelled out with a broad sissy-slurping smile. All Prissy could do was wave back and seriously vamp - delighted that he remembered her name, entirely missing how it would be interpreted by the hormone ravaged teenage boy. At that moment Prissy discovered a truly great side benefit of frilly skirts - at least when they stayed in place. Her clitty's considerable clamor was fully hidden. The same could not be said for John's teen totem pole, despite his humorous attempts to hide the fact. When he reached Prissy, he smiled and said, "Hi again. I know you can't talk, but it is nice to see you again. Hey, I like your skirt." Prissy just beamed, which more than satisfied the randy boy as visions of her lips about his cock flashed through his mind. She was far prettier than any girlfriend, or pseudo-girlfriend, he ever had. It was hard to believe that she was not a real girl, and it occurred to him that if she was, she probably would not give him the time of day. Caught up by his adolescent swagger, John's main thought was about seeing Prissy's pouty sissy lips wrapped about his very virgin penis. Though, on another level, he was deeply attracted to Prissy for reasons the boy's randy riddled mind refused to contemplate. The two teens had no idea how amusingly they looked just staring at one- another. However, it was not lost on the two women looking at them from an adjacent window. "Are you about to go out, Prissy?" John asked. Prissy nodded 'yes,' and held up a couple of fingers to indicate that it would be in just a few minutes. "Hey, I'd like to spend some more time with you. Hank is seeing Winnie next Wednesday afternoon. Would you like to join them with me? Kinda double date. Hank has a hot car." Prissy was so flattered. She thought the poor boy was wearing his heart on his sleeve. As a point in fact, she was considerable north of the location of the actual 'pointy' organ currently ruling the besotted boy. Moreover, she noticed the prominently pointed evidence with great delight. To Prissy it was simply a 'point' of acceptance. The boy, however, had quite different - and very 'pointed' - ideas. John realized that time was short and needed to close the case before one of those dragon women showed up. "Well, Priss," he asked, "would-ya talk, or whatever, to Winnie 'bout it?" Prissy nodded as she toyed with her hair and licked her lips, which almost made the oversexed lad lose it in his jockey's. "Geeze, there's something about this girl - or whatever he/she is," he thought. Then, quite impulsively, he leaned over a kissed those sweet sissy lips. What he though would be a little peck turned into a very real lip-lock. "God, can she kiss!" he thought. "Oooh, he's sooo divine!" she thought. A few moments later the two teenagers separated, both embarrassed and befuddled. "I'd better get back to my mowin'," John said as he shuffled his feet and waved at Prissy. Prissy just smiled back at the cute boy. Neither noticed her lipstick all over his mouth. It did occur to Prissy to check her face, which she had just completed doing when Miss Tellit arrived. She glanced over at the young boy struggling to mow the lawn with an immense erection and a lipstick smeared face and nearly laughed out loud. "Well, the boy is a cutie pie," Miss Tellit thought as she regained her composure. Doing so, she said, "Prissy, dear, it's time we were on way. First stop is for your check-up with Doctor D'Oley, and then it's off to Elegance by Eugenia for your second make-over. After that, when you are be-frilled beyond belief, we're off to Auntie's for the weekend." ***** After having her blood drawn, Prissy again found herself naked and bound to the examining table at Doctor Diana D'Oley's offices with malicious Mildred Manley, RN at the controls. She was intimidated by the nurse's crisply starched 1940's style white cotton uniform and high cap. Its notched collars and wing closed sleeves radiated power to the pathetic pouf. Prissy also was once again disconcerted by the taking of photographs and her physical measurements, but with a twist this time. Rather than being upset by people studying a boy's feminine features, she now was upset by the boyish features of her - not 'his' - girlie body. "Now we need a semen sample," Nurse Manley said as she adjusted the table's examination stirrups to fully reveal Prissy's sweet sissy rosebud. She affixed a little vacuum tube about the head of prissy's shocking stiff clitty and took out a small shaft with a small portion at it top bent a ninety degree angle. "Now be a good sissy whilst nursie milks her nancy." she said. "Any noise other than your little girlie squeals will earn you a very large gag." Prissy was terrified. She had no idea what the device was. It certainly was not like her other dildos, and she thought milking was for titties. "Ooohhh, nooo!" Prissy squealed out in perfect soprano tones. "Sissies never listen," nurse Manley spat out as she reached over to a table for a large penis shaped gag. "This will teach you a lesson, and it will most likely make you ejaculate sooner. Nothing quite stimulates a sissy like a disgusting cock in her mouth, eh?" After she buckled the offending appendage's strap about Prissy's head, she returned to lubricate the 'device.' Prissy was actually amazed at how easily the probe entered her posterior, despite how wound up and tight she was. In short order the nurse found the spot deep in Prissy's love canal she was seeking and began massaging it, and only it. Once satisfied that it was adequately stimulated, she pressed a button and the base of the shaft, which sent a small electrical charge through it bent tip. Prissy emitted a very stifled shriek as her clitty began discharging copious amounts of cream into the vacuum receptacle at the end of her clitty. Nurse Manley withdrew her instrument and adeptly removed her specimen container. Prissy had ejaculated without any release of sexual energy. She had indeed been clinically, and very humiliatingly, 'milked.' Never had the young sissy felt so utterly used. After giving Prissy an injection in her derriere and reintroducing Prissy to a very respectably sized 'fanny friend', the nurse lowered the stirrups and unfastened the straps about Prissy's arms, legs and body. Prissy was allowed to stand up. No effort was made to remove her humiliating gag. Prissy was relieved though that her new 'friend' seemed to have a very large base and very small flange. It fit in her surprisingly well and seemed much more securely in place. The last thing the sissy wanted was a repeat of last Wednesday little debacle of ejected it. Actually Prissy's new 'friend' felt quite nice. Nurse Manley added, "As a reward for squirting so well for me, you may keep your that nice cock in your mouth. We all know how you sissies crave them! "Now, get dressed, make yourself presentable and report to the Doctor's office. And be quick about it or your 'will' find yourself over my knee - and I am not as gentle as the ladies of Merstead Hall. Prissy's knees were literally knocking. The overbearing massive woman, who was at least twice her size, simply terrified her. She had no doubt whatsoever that the woman meant precisely what she said. Prissy made extra efforts to properly present herself, despite the demeaning gag and fearing new notation entries just after resolving the prior week's - and they were for only five days! When Prissy made her way into Doctor D'Oley's office she instinctively curtsied before assuming a very proper sissy pose. Prissy knew that the gag would create comment, if not punishment, so a terribly proper presentation was paramount. The poor sissy was so absorbed with her presentation, as ridiculous as it was with her gag and her little seersucker sissy outfit, that she failed to notice the stifled laughter shared between the Miss Tellit and the Doctor. "My-my, could our sissy not control herself?" Miss Tellit begged the question. "One would have thought you have enough of that sort of 'thing' last night." "Being a sissy should be a specific diagnostic code onto itself," chuckled Doctor D'Oley. "We could use this one as the patient 'zero' baseline! "No real woman or true transsexual would actually enjoy having a plastic penis in their mouth! You sissies are actually disgusting in so many ways, but then it 'is' your nature. "Theo, there is nothing more for her today. Her progress is remarkable, and I will email out a report when the lab results come back. We will monitor her results and adjust medications accordingly. "You may leave now; we'll see you in a week. Sissy, please leave you little love lollipop in the tray on the table by the door. We'll be sure to have it ready for you next week. And do be a good little girl and mind your face before exiting." ***** After being dropped off by Miss Tellit, Prissy again found herself on a table as the two salon ladies once again worked their lasers to eliminate any remaining traces of offending body and facial hair. Eugenia, the shop owner, smiled and said, "Prissy, this may well do it for you as you had so little hair to begin with. Isn't that exciting? "Lisette will you help her with a quick shower and some soothing moisturizers and lotions. Then bring her to the main salon room and the magic can begin." On one level it was a relief for Prissy to 'shed' such ugly masculine traces, but on another level, a chill went down her spine as she realized that this game was now becoming very permanent. Despite her chilling thought, Prissy found the shower wonderful and the lotions divine. Soon she was ensconced in the main salon chair with Eugenia and Lisette working their magic. She even had to be admonished once for rocking on her 'fanny friend.' Prissy's nails, fingers and toes, were completely redone, adding another quarter inch to her fingernail's length. The frosted fuchsia enamel glistened like quicksilver and delighted her. While Lisette had toiled on Prissy's nails, Eugenia had colored and set her hair. Prissy's eyebrows were again thinned into an ultra girlie fine arch and her permanent makeup broadened and deepened in color. Even her long lashes were dyed. Prissy now had doe-like eyes and wonderfully pink lips without any additional makeup. As the liquid makeup set, Eugenia began combing our Prissy's hair. It was both lighter - to almost a wheat color - and more curly. Just has Eugenia was finishing the hair, Lisette applied the finishing makeup, carefully giving Prissy instructions as she went. The end product was striking. Prissy loved the way her hair hung down about her pearl ear studs. A single four inch pink taffeta bow-barrette pulled one side back while the other side was allowed to frame her high cheekbone and cutely curl inward at her small chin. "My-my, it would seem that we have a prissy preening Priscilla on our hands," giggled Miss Tellit as she returned to the salon. "You look adorable my little pet. Here, let me add a little sweet perfume." Eugenia took over and said, "Okey dokey, Missy Prissy, looks like we are done here. Time to be-frill our darling little sissy. "Please move over to the dressing area. We have some things you are going to adore!" The ladies began with a white satin corset-bustier that was very similar in design to the one Miss Tellit had worn the prior evening. The upper portion squeezed all of Prissy's available fresh upward into a quarter cup bra portion. The result created two of the nicest little sissy tittie mounds imaginable. The top of the bra was finished of in delicate lace. The bottom of the tightly laced corset was likewise finished in a tiny little skirt-like row of matching lace. To Prissy's utter delight, six lace covered suspenders hung down from under the little lace skirt. Next came her panties that were made from matching white satin and covered with rows of lacy ruffles, front and back. They were hipsters that ended just at the lower edge of the corset's lace skirt with a very large pale pink satin bow at the center of her bum and another smaller one just above a curious slit over her clitty. The slit had a row of tiny satin covered buttons closing it. The buttons were fortunately closely spaced as Prissy's clitty was now very much at attention. The ladies pulled the suspender straps under Prissy's panties and attached them to fine white lace stockings that had seams running down there backs. Each clasp was covered by a little white satin bow. The attaching of the suspender clasps was a near epiphany for Prissy. However, Prissy's epiphany was just beginning. Dividing their labor, Miss Tellit pulled a frilly white bridal style garter with a huge six inch pink taffeta bow attached to it up Prissy's left leg, positioning it to face forward at a forty-five degree angle at mid thigh. Lisette attached Prissy's regular ankle bracelet about her other ankle and brought out a fancy shoe box. Its label somewhat frightened Prissy as it read "Miss High Heels" - the same as her dreaded 'punishment heels.' Eugenia meanwhile helped Prissy into elbow length white lace gauntlet gloves that had a single middle finger loop to hold them in place. Their tops ended in several rows of frilly white lace. She added a wrist version of the garter bow to Prissy's right wrist and her pearl bracelet to the left. Miss Tellit stood behind Prissy and whispered, "Now my comely cumquat, ma f?tichiste fantastique, my perfect prissy sissy - the first of many dream heels!" Lisette opened the box to reveal pair of pink satin heels with four inch curved french heels. They had satin ribbons attached to either side that Lisette brought across Prissy's instep and then about her ankle, where she tied them in beautiful four inch bows in the front. Miss Tellit, who had steadied Prissy as Lisette put the heels, said, "Prissy, aren't they just to die for? The perfect shoes for my dear 'Priscilla Pretty Heels!'" Eugenia added Prissy's pearl necklace while Lisette picked up their ever present digital camera. Prissy provided all the preening the camera required as she struck one pose after another before the long mirrors. The tightness of the bustier-corset and the tug of its wonderful suspenders put Prissy into ecstasy. The shoes proved quite satisfactory as she turned and inspected them from all sides. She especially liked the huge satin bows on her bum and thigh, taking time to puff and adjust them. The three ladies exchanged knowing glances as they took out Prissy's dress. "Now, Prissy," Miss Tellit announced, "time to complete dressing you. Lisette, please manage her petticoat, and Eugenia, please mind her frilly frock. Then a couple more pictures for her mother and we shall be on our way. The epiphany began anew as Lisette drew up the shortest, frilliest white petticoat Prissy had ever seen - or dreamed of. It was tutu-like and extended perpendicularly from her waist. Although Prissy did not think it was possible, things got even better when Eugenia drew Prissy's new pink frock over her head and allowed it to settle down her body. As with her school pinney's small skirt and the petticoats worn during Madame d'Horscourt's deportment training, the petticoat was wonderful. Prissy adored how it surrounded her is clouds of ruffles, but wearing it with a frilly dress was simple heaven on sissy Earth! Her dream for so long had come true! It got still better when Eugenia zipped up the frock's back and tied its sash into a huge bow behind her. In the mirror Prissy could even see the crisp bow ends sticking out past her tiny corseted waist. The bodice tightly encased her from its high waistline up to its low square neckline. The tops of Prissy's crushed-up girlie mounds were just visible above the neck line and her bullet hard nipples jutted forth shamelessly. She knew that any movement would cause them to be teased without mercy. "Here's your little pink satin bag and pretty chiffon hankie, my dear," Lisette said. "Isn't the bag's tiny heart shape just so 'you!' "Now step back, strike the perfect swishy sissy girlie pose and admire your sissy-self while I get a few more pictures." Prissy did just that, utterly intoxicated with how she looked - and felt. The dress was made from fine silk taffeta and had huge puffy short sleeves that ended in pink and white lace that covered their elasticized cuffs. A white satin bow adorned the side of each sleeve bottom. The same ruffled lace trim went about her square neck line and again appeared at the dress' very, very short hem line, which ended just above the bottom edge of Prissy's frilly petticoat. The skirt went out like a tutu and did not even pretend to cover Prissy's very immodest suspenders and stocking tops. In fact, the frilly bottom of her panties was also there for all to behold. Prissy was on display, and she could not care a whit about anything else. The slightest movement caused a veritable symphony of sweet swishing sounds. The joy of feeling and seeing her heels, stockings and suspenders was just too intoxicating to her. She vamped and posed with the innocent delight of a child on Christmas morning. So delighted was Prissy, that she failed to notice Miss Tellit locking a pink reinforced satin collar about her neck and attaching a matching satin lead. "Come along, my little sissy princess," Miss Tellit said. "'Tis off to Aunties we go! Ho-ho-ho!" The tug on her leash caused Prissy to obliviously follow in the exaggerated mincing movements she had been doing before the mirror. The heady brew of her first frilly frock, heels and suspenders was just too much for the poor frail fairy to absorb at once. Prissy kept mincing all the way outside the building and onto the street entirely in a world of her own. However, reality did hit her it like a ton of bricks with the first chorus of 'Whoo-hoo's' from a nearby group of young teenage girls. The 'Oooh myyy gaawd's' and 'Look at pansy panty boy's' utterly undid the fragile little flower. The simpering sissy on her Mistress' leash was indeed a sight to behold. Prissy stopped short and put her toes and knees together, bringing her painted fingers down to try to hide what her skirt refused to conceal. What she did manage to do by putting her hands to her front was to billow out her rear, fully exposing the huge pink derriere bow on her panties. This all, of course, caused still more people to assemble, including some boys. When her pretty fanny bow received a new barrage of deriding comments, she moved her little hands to her back, which resulted in her front to puff out and become fully exposed. One girl noticed the tiny little point in her frilly panties, and she exclaimed for all to hear, "Oh my God, just look at the pantywaist's tiny little pee-pee! No wonder he's dressed that way! What a pathetic pansy!" Prissy had never been so mortified in all of her short life. However, her clitty now was at the very verge of squirting. Finally Miss Tellit gave Prissy's lead a jerk and led the completely discombobulated sissy away to the relative safety of her open top car. As she did so, couple of more aggressive young boys attempted to approach. However, one withering look and, "This could happen to you too!" from the elegant, haughty Miss Tellit defeated them before they advanced three paces. Upon reaching the car, Miss Tellit said in a firm voice, "Prissy, this is what you wanted. This is how you are now. Get over it! Compose yourself. I want you to smile and wave to all the people as we drive away. Rise above it, and - above all - make your mistress proud of you! "Okay, count to ten and then just do it!" That worked for Prissy. To her it was just like walking into the common room with her bare red bottom after that horrible day. "What was that," she thought, "only last Wednesday? My, how time flies!" By the time Miss Tellit had backed up and was ready to leave to small parking lot, Prissy had composed herself. She waved and smiled to the assembled mass - now standing at about twenty strong. Much to her surprise, they began clapping and hooting "You go sissy!" It was a truly spiritual moment. ***** The ride down from Providence to Newport was routine and lovely in the late afternoon sun. Well, that is if three near chain reaction accidents are routine. Prissy's outfit was even more provocative sitting in the low convertible's seats as it was impossible to control her skirt and virtually every 'unmentionable' was exposed for all to see. Again, Prissy could not care a whit. She was having a private little automotive 'experience' with her 'fanny friend.' Auntie's modest little 'cottage' had gates large enough to constitute a major building project on their own. The driveway was long enough to qualify for a federal highway grant. The house was a double-wide trailer. (Just seeing that you readers are still paying attention - need I describe the house? 'HUGE' fits the bill!) Miss Tellit parked her car on the round-about and they entered an opulent foyer where they were met by a pretty young maid perfectly outfitted in a short pink french maid's dress and very high heels. She was holding a silver tray with a strange flower-like garment on it. Despite holding the tray, she offered Miss Tellit and Prissy a deep curtsey, saying, "Good after noon, Madame and Missy. Mistress Octavia and Missy Bunny are waiting for you out on the south veranda. I have brought a petal for Missy." "Why thank you, Gigi," Miss Tellit responded. "Would you do the honors while I explain the protocol to my precious little sissy?" As Gigi put down her tray and took up the curious item, Miss Tellit turned to Prissy and said, "There are many rules of Aunties house. However, first and foremost is that all sissies must wear little 'peenie petals.' Maid Gigi will put yours on you now. Please hold up your skirt - well, what there is of it anyway - and slightly spread your legs. Remain in that position until she has completed her task." As Gigi knelt down under Prissy's proffered petticoats, Miss Tellit continued, "Prissy, you must be a perfect sissy at all times whilst staying here. There is no P-Book, but indiscretions will be met with punishment both quick and severe. Although Auntie prefers a long wooden hairbrush to rectify unruly sissies, she has been known to use the cane on particularly unruly young things. You have been warned! "As to other matters, you will, of course, curtsey to all the ladies, but not to other sissies or the staff. However, I caution you to show great respect to the senior maid, Miss Hortense." As Miss Tellit spoke, Prissy felt Gigi undoing the row of buttons on the front of her panties and taking out her little teapot. She then slipped that funny garment over it and began tightly tying something about its base. Miss Tellit continued, "While here, you will note that I am addressed as Miss Theodosia or Miss Theo. It is of no consequence to you this weekend as you still are on speech training silence, but I wish you to start thinking of me that way. Of course, when we return to Merstead Hall I will again be Miss Tellit - at least in public." As Gigi fussed with the garment Prissy discovered it was similar to the peenie pouch her had worn a few days ago. It was obviously designed to tormentingly tease its contents. Miss Tellit looked down at the maid and said, "Gigi, is the petal in place? Let's not tease the sissy too much lest she'll squirt right here in the foyer. And that would be most unfortunate for the both of you!" Gigi made one final adjustment and returned to her feet to give Miss Tellit - now Miss Theodosia - a quick curtsey. "Right," Miss Theodosia said, "you are excused Gigi. Please tell Auntie that we will join her directly after visiting the powder room. "Prissy the powder room is across the far side of the foyer. Please go fix your hair and face. And don't stare at your pretty new peenie petal for too long." As Prissy minced over to the powder room, she discovered two things. One, from the breeze on her clitty it was clear that her clitty and pink purse were open to all to see, and two, that the peenie petal was far more insidious than the pouch. Any movement whatsoever caused its lace and satin to rub against her tiny little bits and pieces. Once Prissy inspected the petal in the powder room's mirror, she understood why it was so effective. It was a conic piece of pink and white materials with the narrow end tied tightly about the base of her clitty and silk purse by a ribbon that emerged at its lower side. The pink panty bow above it perfectly accented the bizarre device. As the cone expanded it took on somewhat the shape of flower petals framing their delicate jewels. The base band caused the little jewels to move as Prissy moved, and in turn, to rub against the double-sided quilted bridal satin on the insides of the petals. A couple of rows of fine lace added to the torment as they tickled Prissy's peenie and purse. After fixing her face and again sighing at her predicament, Prissy returned to the foyer and curtsied to Miss Theodosia, offering her the leash once gain. Each curtsied was proving to be an adventure all to itself. Her plug, frilly panties and naked nipples were trying enough. Now the peenie petal was driving the hapless sissy rapidly towards a major crisis. "Well done, my pet," she 'replied' to the silent curtsey. "Don't you just adore your new petal? It's simply the 'rage' amongst all you frilly fairies! Now let's be on our way." Miss Theodosia led Prissy through a giant hallway and out to a beautiful stone veranda overlooking Narragansett Bay. Octavia Friller sat in a large patio chair sipping a mint julep in the early evening summer sun. Bunny was seated on a small stool next to her and Gigi was standing off to one side by a serving table. When they arrived before Auntie, Prissy curtsied to her and Bunny rose and curtsied to Miss Theodosia, who was being very warmly embraced her adoptive aunt. The embrace ended in a light, but romantic kiss to their lips. Prissy was just thankful that she made it to the veranda and curtsied without squirting. She again marveled at how pretty Bunny was - the perfect blond haired, blue eyed sissy. She was identically dressed to Prissy, but in pale baby blue rather than pink. Keeping with the theme, Auntie Octavia was dressed almost identically to Miss Theodosia. The two sissies were told to hold hands and sit on a little swinging settle to the side of the two ladies. The command to be 'seen, but not heard ' hardly needed to be mentioned. Gigi served them two Shirley Temple 'cocktails,' which they delicately sipped through pink straws as they slowly rocked back and forth. The narrowness of piece upon which the sissies were seated caused their skirts to mesh together. However, the rocking was causing considerable distress to both of them as their frocks and peenie petals moved about. Prissy little - or not-so-little as was the present case - 'fanny friend' was a particular torment to the beleaguered milk-sop. She wondered if Bunny was 'enjoying' a similar torment. At least the look on her face seemed to indicate that the affirmative would be a wise answer. The two ladies settled into a quiet conversation until Gigi announced dinner. ***** Dinner was routine. The sissies sat facing each other on the sides and the two ladies shared opposite ends of the table. Gigi served under the stern direction of Miss Hortense. Prissy made a firm resolution not to cross the senior maid. She seemed even more disagreeable than Hilda back at Merstead Hall - and Prissy certainly had experienced enough trouble with her. Auntie and Miss Theodosia made more 'adult' conversation that neither sissy was inclined to follow. Instead, the sissies concentrated on each other. By the end of the main course, the two were absolutely smitten. As fresh strawberries were served for dessert, Auntie Octavia and Miss Theodosia exchanged knowing smiles. If the little dears' frilly outfits and sweet torments were not enough, the swinging settle had surely primed them to a tee. Both women noted that they were practically drooling at one-another in raw sissy lust. Auntie turned to address the sissies. "Girls, if I may have your attention..." Receiving no response from the swooning sissies, she repeated, "Girls! Should I ask Gigi to retrieve my special hairbrush?" 'Hairbrush' received the undivided and immediate attention of both 'girls.' "Very well, young ladies," she continued. Tonight is to be a relaxing evening amongst ourselves. Prissy, you will sleep in Bunny's bedroom. I dare say you will find both occupant and d?cor sissy perfection. "And from it I want two perfect sissies to emerge and come down to kiss Miss Theo and me goodnight. You will find some pretty nighties and trimmings laid out for you. You may also remove your little 'fanny friends.' "I want to see perfectly presented sissies mincing into my boudoir. So take your time. Anything less and your night of bliss will turn into a night of some of the most unpleasant things a sissy can possibly experience. "One more word of caution - great caution! If either of you squirts whilst getting dressed or in my boudoir, we shall place you in rigid bondage facing each other. You will spend the entire night pining away for one-another, quite denying any satisfaction or release whatsoever. "If you behave and pass inspection, you may return to Bunny's room to do exactly what you have been dreaming of throughout dinner. "Now give Miss Theo and me a nice curtsey and be on your way." ***** When fully dressed, the two comely sissies stood before the huge mirror in Bunny's sissy-sumptuous bedroom to inspect their images. The display, itself, nearly drove Prissy over the edge as each sissy attempted to out do the other by striking the most girlish poses imaginable. Surges of sweet sissy sensuality charged through their supple young bodies. The two girls were the perfect final decoration for Bunny's finely frilled girlie bedroom. Both sissies were breathing deeply. No words were required. The sexual tension was so thick that one could have cut it with a pretty wedding cake knife covered in sweet satin bows. They were dressed in white with different colored trim - Prissy's brown hair and hazel eyes matched her pale pink trim, Bunny's blond hair and blue matched her baby blue trim. Otherwise every clothing detail was identical. Their hair was newly brushed out and parted on the right side of their faces by bow-covered pink or blue barrettes. The other side of their hair was allowed to cascade down the sides of their heart shaped faces in the most coquettish manner. About each girl's neck was a matching thin satin choker that was tied with a pretty bow on her left side, exactly opposite her barrette bow. A similar, but far wider, satin ribbon was tied in a large bow about each girl's right wrist. Little pearl bracelets that matched their dangly earrings adorned their left wrists. Each sissy wore a gold and pearl ring on her pinky finger. Their makeup was done perfectly with lustrous pink lips and doe-like eyes with lush long lashes. Bunny used frosted blue eye shadow. Prissy wore pink and brown shades. The sweet scent of Channel wafted about them. Their outfits were as simple as their purpose - to display rather than conceal their flawless sissy charms. They wore the sheerest of sheer babydoll tops that ended in delicate lace pink or blue trimming at their hips, just above their clitties. The transparent fabric was fully cut to tent out from under their teeny titties. Their urgently hard nipples were clearly visible. Bunny had suggested adding a long strand of pearls, which now dangled about their needy nubbins, just adding to the surging sexual energy swilling through the young sissies like bolts of lightning. The top had two frilly straps that framed their small shoulders. Similar lace adored the low front and back of the top. When Bunny had pointed out that the elasticized low flat neckline could be stretched down to go under their budding sweet mounds, Prissy had wanted to suckle her magnificent nipples right then and there. Luckily, Bunny remembered Auntie's stern caution and had shown that rarest of all sissy traits - restraint - in the nick of time. The idea of being bound facing Prissy for the entire night and unable to make sweet sissy love was just too horrible to even contemplate - even worse than a dreaded cane! The two teens had been denied release all day whilst wearing one mercilessly tantalizing outfit after another. However, Auntie Octavia was not a woman to be trifled with! Neither sissy wore panties, only delicate small peenie petals of light white silk trimmed in either pink or blue lace. Pretty satin bows tied at the top of each petal held it firmly in place about their tiny teapots. The petals were not designed to conceal, but rather as an offertory for each sissy's sweet succulent pink prize. And indeed they did just that! Each sissy's clitty stood proudly with a dawn's dew-like pearly drop of things promised to come at its tiny slit. The act of putting them on had been a very near thing, almost causing full eruptions of their precious sissy cream. Their petals and their sweet fanny cheeks were framed by ribbon garter belts of the same type Winnie had worn the prior evening. They were made from identical one and a half inch elasticized bands that were covered in a ribbon-like ruched satin with lace trim. One band went about their slender waists. The other bands were four suspenders that went down to stocking attachments, which were covered by two broad satin ribbons to hide the clasps. Of course, once again, Prissy was trimmed in pink and Bunny in baby blue. As with their pert little girlie love mounds, the garter belts were clearly visible through their sheer tops. Both girls worn sheer pure silk stockings that ended in the finest delicate lace trim at their tops. Their seams had been checked thrice and were perfectly straight. Each suspender was attached exactly at the very front and back of their thighs. These were, after all, exceedingly well presented sissies! About each girl's left thigh was satin and lace wedding garter that supported a huge satin bow of each girl's chosen blue or pink color. At each sissy's right ankle was a pearly bracelet. This, of course, brought their besotted eyes to their shoes. If Prissy was the world's greatest high heel f?tichiste, Bunny surely was the runner-up. Again the heels were in either pale pink or baby blue shiny satin with matching full bows on their toes. They were perfect pumps with five inch straight slender heels. For the first time in her life Prissy really was befuddled by the two pairs of shoes. She really did not know what she wanted more - just looking at her own heels or going down to caress Bunny's heels. Prissy felt like a Christmas present wrapped up in the finest trimmings in the whole wide world. And, indeed, just such was she! Bunny took Prissy's delicate hand in her long thin fingers, pausing to admire their glossy pink nails, and said, "Priscilla, we must go down to see Auntie Octavia and Miss Theodosia for our final inspection. It was only the promise of sweet sissy things to come that managed to get the narcissistic Prissy away from the mirror and on their way. The two sissies minced their way down the hallway to Octavia Friller's boudoir. After knocking on the door, they were admitted by a very differently dressed Gigi, who offered the sissies a deep curtsey. As they surveyed the musk scented, lushly appointed room they discovered that everyone was dressed quite differently this evening. The comely sissy maid was also in an outfit that displayed far more than it concealed, which appeared to be Chez Friller's theme for the evening - at least for everyone except its Grande Ma?tresse. Gigi was dressed in a traditional but tiny black maid's outfit that completely bared her quite ample breasts. Both of her nipples were pierced and had a thin chain extending from each nipple ring to a ring at the center of a silver collar about her neck. Her waist was nipped to an impossibly tiny eighteen inches. More striking was what her terribly short petticoated skirt revealed. Her tiny clitty, which protruded out from open white lace panties, had a metal band about its shaft that was secured by rivets going through her clitty. A silver bell similar, but smaller, to what Prissy had worn the night before dangled from a ring mounted to sheath's underside. The remainder of her bizarre outfit was basically what she wore to serve dinner - white lace gauntlet-gloves and stockings, impossibly high black patent heels and a frilly - albeit tiny - white organza apron. The traditional frilly maid's bonnet seemed demurely out of place. Miss Tellit, or Miss Theodosia for the weekend, was sitting on the floor curled next to Auntie Octavia. One of her long fingered hands rested on Auntie's thigh. She looked like a captive sex pet at her mistress' feet. She was dressed entirely in white. Like the sissies, she wore one of the ribbon garter belts and sheer, laced top silk stockings. Her perfect breasts were molded into provocative love mounds with erect nipples by a lace quarter bra that duplicated the delicate garter belt trimmings. Her matching open crotch panties framed her most impressive clitty, which was as hard as either sissy's. A long chiffon peignoir went from its feather neck to her heels and three quarters of the way down her arms to more feathered ends. The sheer robe clung to her body and clearly revealed the many treasures that lay beneath. Certainly not unnoticed by either sissy were her six inch stiletto satin mules, again with feathered toes. A fine gold bracelet slinked about one slender ankle and a satin choker about her long thin neck. Her hair was let down with a long wave partially covering her delicate face. The final party was Auntie, herself. Contrasting Miss Theodosia, the Mistress of the Manor not only was dressed entirely in midnight black, but also had all her womanly charms covered. Well, for the most part and when contrasted to the four sissies. She, too, wore a long, very sheer silk chiffon peignoir, but hers was trimmed in finely detailed french lace rather than tarty feathers. Her long thick platinum hair was let down and hung over one of her shoulders. Under her peignoir, Auntie wore a pure skin clinging floor length sheath with tiny spaghetti straps. Her firm breasts were ensconced in more of richly detailed delicate french lace sewn over sheer silk chiffon. To the delight of both sissies, and no doubt Theodosia Tellit as well, her silk gown was slit in front between her legs. The slit went to her upper thighs and was edged in matching lace. The sissies' final focus was on the pair of crossed legs that the slit so mischievously exposed. However, these were not just any legs, or any perfectly shaped, finely turned ankle legs either. They were all of the foregoing plus a pair of the sheerest full fashion nylons made. The perfect fetish hosiery tops were attached to thin lace suspenders and their feet disappeared into perfect pointed toe, six inch patent leather stiletto heels. She was the penultimate dominatrix at rest in her boudoir. Both sissies predictably swooned. A true diva was before them! One would have thought it impossible to top Miss Tellit; however, Octavia Friller did it with four ebony aces of spades. Prissy marveled at her figure. Any thirty-year old woman would have been proud of such firm, slender lines. Prissy also noted that Octavia also wore one of those strange ankle bracelets with the emblem and again resolved to find out what those things were all about. The two sissies minced over to Auntie and Miss Theodosia and executed, without forethought or practice, perfectly synchronized deep curtsies. "Ah, perfect little flowers of pure sissyhood! Theo, are they not just good enough to eat!" exclaimed Auntie Octavia. "Yes, Auntie dear, little sugar plums waiting to be plucked!" giggled Miss Theodosia in reply. "Do you suppose the little dears are going to sleep soundly tonight? Or should I ask if they are going to sleep at all?" "Well, not that will just depend upon whether they behaved themselves, will it not?" Auntie said. "Girls come over to Miss Theo and let her inspect your little pink purses to see if they are filled with sweet sissy cream." Both sissies blushed deeply as they stepped over to where Miss Theodosia was sitting on the floor. "No need to hold up your scandalous little nighties, is there my slutty little sissies?" teased Miss Theodosia as she turned towards them. "Hands behind your backs, my dears, and spread your cute little heels. And if one of you dares squirt on me you will suffer a caning the likes of which you have never seen, or dreamed of in your case, Prissy. "First you, little Bun-Bun. I do hope for your sake that those itsy- bitsy bee-bees are full and tender." She gently opened Bunny's peenie petal with her long slender, perfectly manicured fingers and softly felt Bunny's little pink purse. "Oh, Auntie, she's been a good girl. Her sweet little gum drops seem like they are ready to explode!" Poor Bunny, like Prissy, was stiff when the 'inspection' began. Miss Theodosia's skillful manipulation was now driving her towards the edge. She contorted her face and tried to think of how horrible her last caning was - anything to prevent her from squirting. This, of course, presented a very humorous picture to everyone except Bunny and Prissy - who knew she was next! Just before Bunny was about to completely lose it, Miss Theodosia withdrew her hand and said, "My-my, that was close, wasn't it, Bun-Bun?" All Bunny could do was try to recover from the precipice as she literally rocked back and forth on her heels. Miss Theodosia turned to Prissy and said, "Okie-dokie, now for you, my little cumquat. And you had better be good because you were milked only this morning. You have yet to enjoy the kiss of the reed, but - trust me - a caning is 'not' even 'remotely' pleasant. Moreover, it means no sweet Bunny candy tonight. So, behave!" Her delicate fingers went to Prissy's petal and felt for her tiny toys. Now it was the time for Prissy's face to be contorted as the hapless sissy tried to imagine the most horrible things she could think of. Prissy even stomped her tiny foot in an effort to distract herself, much to the delight of the onlookers. Even the maid Gigi was giggling. Miss Theodosia toyed with the idea of making the sissy squirt. It really would be so easy, but there was a plan for the evening and she wanted to get on with her part of it as soon as possible. It had been a full week since she enjoyed the warm scent and musky embrace of Auntie and had her own very urgent clitty needs. Sensing she had reached the new sissy's limit, she reluctantly withdrew her hand and announced that Prissy, also, had passed the test. The fact of the matter was that only one or two more little tickles with Miss Theodosia's long nails would have pushed Prissy past the point of no return. A greatly relieved Prissy made her retreat from the cliff. She was now sure - well, as sure as a blank-thinking sissy can ever be - that her dream of a night of sweet sissy love was going to happen. However, for once, indeed it was so! After both sissies kissed Auntie and Miss Theodosia goodnight, they clasped hands and danced in delight back to Prissy's bedroom. After entering the room Prissy was a little unsure of what to do next. Bunny was not. She took Prissy into her arms and started placing little delicate kisses all over Prissy's face. "Oh, Prissy," Bunny sighed, "I have been dreaming of you since we met earlier in the week. You are the most natural and beautiful sissy I have even been with. Now let me show you how sissies make love." She led Prissy to her huge pink satin bed and had her lie down on her back. As Bunny climbed in next to her, she leaned over and gave Prissy a deep, but still gentle open mouth kiss. Coming up for air, but still lightly kissing between words, she said, "Prissy, darling, I want you to make love to me first. Then, with you still fully charged with passion, I shall make love to you and take you to a place you have never dreamed of. You only think you know what an orgasm is all about - just wait! Prissy hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to begin. Bunny's face was stunningly beautiful with thick, luxurious blond hair, crystal blue eyes, a little turned up nose and pouty large lips. Prissy did not know what turned her on more - looking at Bunny in her sexy outfit or wearing the same outfit herself. Bunny's body was squirming in anticipation. Her small little mounds with their over-sized succulent nipples were divine - maybe one of the most divine things prissy has even seen. As Prissy ogled at them, Bunny lowered the top of her babydoll to present them to her sissy lover. Prissy hardly could refuse the invitation and lowered her lips to Bunny's magnificent mound. She kissed about it, pausing a few moments before savoring its needy nipple. Bunny lightly moaned until Prissy finally took the erect nipple into her mouth. Then Bunny sighed and said, "Oh, darling, that feels sooo good!" After a few minutes, Prissy kissed her way over to the second breast, but continued to tease the first nipple with her fingers. As Bunny's moans became deeper, Prissy felt her own nipples throbbing. It was heaven making love this way. Before she returned to the first nipple, Prissy went up and deeply kissed Bunny's pouty lips. Both sissies were now moaning in a shared rapture, exchanging electricity each time they touched, which was now continuous. As Prissy continued to delight Bunny's boobs, she moved one hand down to Bunny's silk peenie petal and began using its soft silk to caress the treasures within it. The feeling was heavenly for both sissies. The prospect of having that beautiful little toy in her mouth felt so natural to Prissy. She needed it there, but instinctively knew to take her time. Prissy went up and again kissed Bunny, only barely repressing telling the other sissy that she loved her. After the long soft kiss, Prissy turned about to face Bunny's sweet satin heels to commence her final assault. The heels were so beautiful to Prissy, the perfect compliment to Bunny's slim ankles and tiny feet. She loved the way their high straight heels looked next to her arched foot. As she stroked them with her fingers the feel of the satin was divine, but it was even better when her lips touched the divine fabric. Sensing a call to Bunny's most intimate parts, Prissy began kissing her way up Bunny's silk covered legs. She paused both at the ruffled wedding garter bow and at the suspender clasps to gently kiss each satin ribbon before raising herself up to look upon the beautiful scene before her. Prissy sighed as she gazed down at the perfect garter belt framing the perfectly presented sissy clitty on one of the world's most beautiful and exotic creatures. Now it was Bunny's clitty that drew her forward. Prissy craved to take it into her mouth and the drink deep from her lover's very essence. Bunny helped her by peeling back the peenie petal to display her tiny jolly stick of joy. Prissy leaned forward and gently kissed away the pearls of sweet sissy anticipation that glistened on her clitty's head. Her kisses soon became licks about its head, and then licks down the underside of her shaft to her pink jewels. Bunny's rapture now had reached the point of massive moans as Prissy gently sucked on Bunny's bee-bee's. "Oh, take me. Pleeeze take me!" Bunny urgently pleaded. Prissy rose and descended upon Bunny's urgently needy clitty. Its velvet head and silky sides felt as good to Prissy as her warm soft moist mouth felt to Bunny. Both sissies were in blissful rapture as Prissy's head bobbed up and down and her tight lips and soft tongue devoured Bunny's passion polette. Rewards come to those who persist, and Prissy's persistent ministrations were rewarded with sweet shot after sweet shot of Bunny's very sweetest sissy cream. Prissy did indeed drink deeply her lover's nectar and loved every drop of it! Both sissies rested in place for several minutes whilst Prissy slowly licked and cleansed her lover. At last she folded up her tiny petal and kissed the tip of Bunny's clitty. It had been a divine experience for both sissies, but the evening was far from over! Bunny softly said, "Prissy that was heavenly. You are such a divine sissy lover! Now let me return the favor. Come up and lay next to me, my sweet little sissy-kins." Prissy did just that and received a deep kiss from Bunny, who reveled in the remaining cummy traces in Prissy's mouth. Bunny came off Prissy's lips to begin gently kissing about her face and down to her thin long neck about Prissy's little pink satin choker and over to her slender, girlish shoulders. Bunny's soft kisses caused chills to run through Prissy as her moaning became more vocal. However, when Bunny descended upon Prissy's nipples, bolts of lightning began a game of billiards within Prissy's frail little sissy body. They were doubly sensitive from the prior evening's activities and all the teasingly wonderful things she had experienced that day. Bunny wisely elected not to toy with her sissy lover's little lollipop, knowing that Prissy was far too close to climaxing. Bunny wanted that little explosion in one place, and only in one place! She knew that she could take her time later in the long night to come after Prissy received initial release. It had taken every bit of Bunny's considerable denial training to control herself whilst Prissy was working on her. Despite her incredible performance in making love to Bunny, she was simply too inexperienced at this point. Bunny was amazed that any new sissy had such instinctive timing and technique. Bunny knew that she had a world class sissy in bed with her and fully intended to enjoy each and every passionate moment. However, the sissy was clearly overcharged and direct action was called for. Besides, Bunny had very explicit orders from her Mistress. She reached over to the night stand and retrieved a lubrication tube and then swung her feet up so they rested next to Prissy's face. Prissy sighed deeply and began to gently caress them with her hands as her eager lips kissed their toes and high thin heels. The rapture of the shoes was almost as good as Bunny's expert ministrations about her supple young body. Meanwhile Bunny made her preparations for the finale and lubricated a couple of fingers while she positioned her head over Prissy's proud peenie. Ever so gently she peeled back the peenie petal with one hand and slowly inserted her other hand's middle finger into Prissy's love canal. A sigh emanating from deep within her soul came from Prissy's mouth as new pleasure points were assaulted. "Love my heels while you enter heaven, my darling." Bunny cooed to the overwrought fetishistic sissy. The moment was upon them as Bunny lowered her mouth to Prissy's pride. Prissy may have been an instinctively natural clitty sucker, but Bunny was both instinctive and experienced - very experienced! Poor Prissy entered something exceeding hyper light speed. Before she knew what hit her, she was orbiting the planet - or whatever - Pluto. The combination of heels, the teasing finger - now fingers - deep within her, and Bunny's incredible mouth, tongue and lips simply did Prissy in. It started like a distant freight train that pounded down the rails to reach her. Prissy's body shook as the train overtook her. Tears broke out in her eyes and squeals of pure sissy joy mindlessly were emitted from her lungs. Prissy had found Nirvana. Her clitty pumped gooey, goby gush after gooey, goby gush into Bunny's willing, hungry mouth. And then she, of course, passed out - frail little flower petal that she was. ***** In a not far away dimly lit bedroom, the maid finished cleaning a very well used penis and crawled over to rest between an open pair of female legs to continue her task on the still dripping labia before her. "Ah, yes, Gigi you are so good at that. I do need a thorough cleaning after my divine Theo. Oh, dear, you may be even better than my beloved Theo, but then she has that living dildo that always is so very, very satisfying." The room's lighting flickered with the changing scenes on the large wall mounted flat screen monitor that the two women were watching. "Theo, it would appear that we have something very special on our hands. Her mother will be delighted - not to mention certain other people - many, many other people!" To be continued... 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. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be downloaded and printed for personal use only. 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