Sissy Farm Chapter Eight
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Sissy to Be ? Chapter 8 ? By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Me Robert, now called Rosie!
Wendy My twin sister.
Angela Our younger half sister by my mother?s second boyfriend.
Doris My sad working mother who lets everybody walk all over her.
Aunty Janet My mother?s pushy domineering sister.
Harriet Our friend from the next farm.
Aunty Margaret Harriet?s Mother
Jessica Harriet?s older sister
Charlie My New found clubbing friend
Sally Charlie?s landlady
Toni Sally?s Sapphic partner.
Harriet giggled as Wendy studied my cum-splattered jaws and rigid tongue.
?Oh, I see, couldn?t wait could you? I suppose I?ve missed all the fun.?
My erected tongue prevented any speech so Harriet explained excitedly.
?Oh you should see it Wendy! There?s no stopping her. She can keep it up for
hours. You just saw how she sent Charlie over the top.?
Charlie?s gasping moans were still emanating from the shower like the lowing
of a cow calling for the bull. Wendy smiled as she quickly got the jist of
what had been going on. She turned to me and gently pinched my erected tongue
with her fingers.
?So what are we to do with this beautiful morsel??
I let out a gagged squawk, ?Oooowpphh, Oooon ooww aaa.?
?What was that? ?Don?t do that?. Well why not? I don?t think anybody else
needs its services just now. I?m still recovering from this morning,?
declared Wendy. ?D?you want another rogering?? she asked Harriet.
Harriet wagged her head as she grinned.
?Not just yet thanks, tonight perhaps.?
?Well we?d better just leave her for now then,? finished Wendy as she gave my
rigid tongue an affectionate flick.
?Oooww aaaan eeeevv mmeee iiiii iiissss!? I gargled.
?Oh yes we can leave you like this,? countered Wendy, ?Unless you are
relieved through your rosie, you?ll stay like that until we decide what to do
with you.?
I frantically reached for my frilly little organ to relieve myself but Wendy
was already anticipating this. She grabbed my wrists and held them behind my
back as she nodded towards the draw of the sideboard and instructed Harriet.
?There are some hand-cuffs at the back of the left hand drawer under the
doilies. Get them for me.?
Harriet dug them out and deftly slipped them around my wrists then Wendy
released me. It was now impossible for me to finger my frilly little rosie
and I fidgeted urgently as I tried to frot myself against the sheets.
?Stoppit you little slut!? commanded Wendy as she slapped my silk encased
butt.
Tearfully, I desisted then struggled off the bed to stand before Wendy and
Harriet with my tongue erected from my mouth and my rosie throbbing with
need. My large breasts were also straining at my bra as my nipples stood out
like organ stops. Wendy studied me then buttoned up my silky blouse and
adjusted the hem of my miniskirt to make me a bit more presentable.
?There, that?s a bit more respectable. If you can call that thing on your
face respectable! Now there are a few new house rules that are going to have
to be obeyed.?
I stood nervous and helpless as Wendy elaborated.
?It?s obvious that your special talents are going to become public. Charlie
has a reputation for gossiping and blabbing at the club so your secrets wont
be secret for long. Firstly, we?ll have to be extra careful when we go
clubbing. You?ll need protection and you?ll not be allowed out unchaperoned
at night. During the day at college you should have enough sense to avoid any
situations that might cause an erection so we?ll have to trust that to you.
Shopping shouldn?t be a problem either. Secondly you?ll not be employing that
delightful tongue of yours without our supervision and control. We all
realise that?s it?s tantamount to a deadly weapon ? for women at least.?
?Albeit a friendly Weapon,? interrupted Harriet with a grin.
Wendy smiled at the joke then continued, ?We are going to have to find some
way of controlling your services whilst not being too cruel to you. Special
sissy clothing might be one way and I?ll have to discuss this with Charlie.
As you know she has some strange clients and she gets lots of odd clothing
requests. This one will not be any odder than others she has already handled.
I don?t really want to involve her too deeply but her tailoring experience is
invaluable. I?ll speak to her when I run her home later. You?ll have to stay
here. We can?t have you gallivanting about in the car with that thing
sticking up in front of your eyes, besides the effects it might have on any
women who saw it, you can?t see properly ahead to drive, that thing must
affect your vision.?
I wagged my head vigorously but I was utterly unable to explain that my eyes
could see either side of it. I could see ahead in middle and distance easily.
It was only close up like reading and sowing that it might become an issue.
Then I realised how lame-brained my argument was. If I drove around town with
a cock on my face, every woman who saw me would react one way or another, not
to mention the men and worse, the police. For want of any argument and my
inability to talk, I stood sullenly with my erect tongue-cock flagging my
horny condition.
Harriet studied my erection and grinned as she turned to Wendy.
?She could pretend she was from a harem and wear a veil.?
Wendy smiled patronisingly and shrugged, ?She?d have to wear it from her
forehead. Anyway, As soon as Charlie?s recovered, I?ll run her home. I?ll try
and persuade her to keep quiet about this but I think the damage is already
done.?
On cue, Charlie reappeared still looking a little flustered and walking a
little gingerly as she stared at my cock-tongue and gasped at Wendy and
Harriet.
?My God! Is she still horny??
I wanted to explain, but my erect tongue still precluded speech. Instead I
shrugged hopelessly as Wendy declared she would run Charlie home. At first
Charlie seemed reluctant but eventually acquiesced as Wendy explained about
my new alternative clothing needs.
?I could easily run some sort of face veil up, but how would it hide that-,
that thing??
Wendy and Harriet studied me again and fell silent. Charlie was right. Short
of some sort of total face mask with a surgeon?s mouth cover, there was
nothing that could appear normal and yet at the same time hide my face cock.
I would have to go out looking like a Tourag woman with an extra wide nose
bar between the eyeholes of my burqua mask.
Reluctantly, Wendy and Harriet agreed that they would have to relieve me to
reduce the erection.
Wendy instructed Charlie, ?You relieve her whilst I run Charlie home. Try and
get that thing on her face down to size. It?s making me wet just looking at
it.?
Harriet smiled as she glanced knowingly towards me.
?Will you be away long??
?Well Charlie will have to run up a burqua ASAP,? declared Wendy, ?that might
take an hour or so. What d?you think, Charlie??
?I?d have to run up a full burqua outfit. She?d have to disguise herself as a
devout Muslim woman. She?d look a bit incongruous with just the headpiece.?
?So; how long?? pressed Wendy.
Charlie took a tape measure from her purse and quickly ran it over my body.
Harriet rooted out a paper and pencil as she read out some figures then she
took the paper and joined Wendy in the car.
Harriet and I heard Charlie say about two hours to knock up an outfit then
the pair drove off. Harriet turned knowingly to me with a grin as wide as a
Cheshire cat.
?All the time in the world darling.?
?Mmmmphh, Iiie cooon ooo iiiph aain,? I squawked incoherently.
?Of course you can do it again darling, but not just yet eh?? sniggered
Harriet, as she demonstrated that now she was beginning to understand my
muffled snorts.
Defeated, I slumped helplessly on the settee as Harriet cleared away the
table and filled the dishwasher. Then she returned with a wider smile.
?Well, two hours eh, we can take it nice and slow then can?t we.?
?Mmmmph!? I snorted uselessly.
With my hands cuffed and my tongue still erect I was nothing but a servile
sissy plaything at Harriet?s beck and call. I wriggle helplessly against the
cuffs but I was little more than a worm like bait on a hook. Harriet looked
at me like a cat that had found the cream.
?So, shall we do it in the bedroom, or here in on the carpet in front of the
fire??
?I wagged my head and rolled my eyes skywards to try and indicate the
bedroom. Fortunately, Harriet got the message but not before she had slipped
off her frock to reveal a saucy set of frilly lingerie. She knew me exactly
and my eyes widened appreciatively as my tongue stiffened just that little
bit more; enough that Harriet could notice.
She giggled eagerly as her fingers gently stroked it and my neck twitched
urgently.
?Ooo-oh! Don?t tell me it?s getting sensitive now. Gosh that makes me even
wetter.?
I shuddered nervously for Harriet was right. My tongue had responded like a
cock and I was getting nervous. She turned for the bedroom and her heels
clipped urgently up the stairs. I was forced to follow as I watched her
beautiful frilly butt swaying provocatively in her silky yellow basque,
panties and low denier, glossy, black stockings. Never was there a sight
better designed to arouse a man or yet more, a horny sissy. I traipsed
eagerly up the stairs behind her and fell to my knees expectantly at the end
of the huge bed as Harriet slithered onto the bed and turned to study my
cock-tongue.
?So which way shall I take you; missionary or doggie fashion.?
?Mmmmmiiiioooomph,? I spluttered incoherently.
?Ah yes, Missionary. It?s so much better isn?t it? Your lovely little button
nose can diddle my clitty as your wiggly tip can diddle my ?G? spot. Come on
then darling get busy.?
Harriet rolled luxuriously onto her back, tugged down her panties and spread
her legs apart in lustful invitation. My eyes fastened greedily on the
glistening dewdrops and I stretched forward with my hands still handcuffed
behind me. It was much easier to do it while kneeling on the floor because
bending down to a girl on the floor caused my neck to ?crick? something
awful. This way with Harriet sprawled on the bed and me kneeling servile on
the floor, I could bend to enter her without any strain on my neck and thus
serve her better.
Harriet could readily see the improved mechanics of the position and she
moaned lustfully as I stretched forward with my silk encased breasts resting
on the silky satin sheets thus titillating my extra sensitive nipples. This
time unbeknown to Harriet, as I thrust back and forth with my shoulders, I
found myself getting hornier and hornier. My stiff nipples savoured the
delightful sensations of the silky bra cups of my basque slithering
electrically on the satin sheets.
Nevertheless, I was sissy-bound; to serve my mistress first and I struggled
manfully to avoid setting myself off before she came. Fortunately, my efforts
to please Harriet proved successful. She slowly started to rise to the
swelling crescendo of her burgeoning orgasm and she started to whimper
uncontrollably. Then she started bucking furiously as her needs finally
overtook her and I felt with my sensitive cheeks, the first warm waves of
lust growing between her thighs. Her hands then gripped my beautiful hair and
she tugged desperately at my head to mash the ridge of my nose harder against
her stiff swollen clitty. A long low wail started growing in her throat and
started to swell in volume like a melodious siren as Harriet finally achieved
her goal.
Finally her hips gave a series of furious lunges as she crested towards her
orgasm before she slowly started to subside. I was quickly learning to sense
my mistress?s different natures and I sensed that Harriet needed one quick
violent series of thrusts to complete climax.
Being so close to my mistresses during our lovemaking and having all my
senses concentrated so close to the very cores of their sexual well-being had
made me the perfect love toy. I sensed the very point at which Harriet was
entering her final climactic explosion and suddenly started nodding my head
furiously. My tongue started rapiering furiously back and forth as I twisted
and flicked the flexible tip. Harriet let out an uncontrollable scream of
delight then collapsed in exhaustion as I slowed down in perfect parallel
with her subsiding needs. Her screams turned to gasps and finally to a feeble
whimper as I felt every muscle in her over wracked body slacken and sag with
repletion.
For fun, I continued diddling the tip of my tongue and a feeble cry died to a
gargle in her throat as she twitched helplessly on her back. I knew she was
trying to somehow expel my tongue from her satiated maw, but all she managed
was to drum her heels helplessly on my back as she beat a tattoo of defeat
and exhaustion.
?Please. Stop -, stop! Stoppit! No! That?s enough, enough! No more! Plee-
easse!?
Having wreaked my sissy revenge, I, the servile sex slave, had now become the
mistress and, despite my state of handcuffed bondage, I had Harriet at my
beck. Her fingers toyed feebly with my beautiful blond hair as she finally
collapsed with exhaustion. I glanced along her heaving chest and watched as
she finally slipped into sleep. Slowly, I shuffled back to slip my tongue
from her overloaded body. Her loins twitched slightly but she was too far out
of it to notice. Now I was free to explore my own solutions and I resumed
rubbing my silky satin bra cups against the satin sheets. With Harriet now
asleep she failed to notice my secretive activities. I, being a fully
developed sissy was now free to indulge my own peculiar she-male delights.
My double D breasts had given me all the blessings that all woman enjoyed in
that particular department but in addition, I enjoyed the additional luxury
of exquisitely sensitive nipples. The drugs that Aunty Janet had overdosed me
with during childhood had left me peculiarly sensitive throughout and around
my nipples. Now my two beautiful little cherries strained urgent and stiff
against the silky embrace of my silky bra, as they demanded relief.
The simple action of sliding my silky satin bra cups against the satin sheets
was more than enough to send me over the top and within minutes the
accumulated frustrations of that whole afternoon finally found relief. I felt
my rosie start to twitch salaciously then the old delightful sensations
surged through my loins as I felt my seed seeping into my silky knickers.
I looked down to see the wet sticky patch filling the crotch of my panties
and my heart thudded with excitement as my hips humped uselessly to try and
enhance the delightful sensations. Sadly, there was no responsive stiff
erection to squeeze and frot, just the frilly petals of my rosie brushing
tantalisingly inside my silky panties. These were not my ordinary panties
with the aperture to allow my Rosie freedom. There were more like punishment
panties, where the hypersensitive circumferential petals of my strange
sissified organ were confined to rub frustratingly against the inside of the
silky panties.
Nevertheless, any orgasm was better than none at all and I gasped with
pleasure as the delightful sensations pumped relief through my loins. More
importantly, my orgasm finally caused my erect cock-tongue to eventually
subside. Slowly my tongue withdrew back into my mouth and was able to talk
again, albeit with the usual lisping characteristics.
Regretfully, there was nobody to talk to. Harriet was lying asleep on the bed
while Wendy and Charlie would be gone for quite sometime yet. Dressed only in
my suspender basque, frilly panties and stockings, I went down stairs and
watched television.
Wendy and Charlie found me curled up asleep in the chair with my hands still
helplessly cuffed behind me. I woke to find knowledgeable fingers gently
caressing my nipples.
?Hey. Thtop that. You?ll thet me off again and make my tongue grow, I bleated
feebly.
?Well, put this on. See if it fits,? ordered Wendy as Charlie held out a
large pink silky garment.
I turned to demonstrate my helplessly handcuffed state so Wendy went to get
the keys. I heard her talking to a sleepy Harriet then she returned holding
them up in her fingers and grinning.
?I?ll bet you wish you knew were these were hidden.?
I eyed the shiny jingling keys and sighed hopelessly. Wendy slipped the cuffs
from my wrists and I waved my arms stiffly. As I looked at the clock, I
realised that I must have been asleep for a couple of hours. No wonder my
slender arms were so stiff and sore. Once my arms were OK, Charlie held up
the all enveloping silky gown and invited me to slip it on. Charlie held up
the hem and slipped the silky folds over my head and extended arms.
It was only after the whole garment had settled over my shoulders that I
realised there was no head opening just some sort of headpiece, and the
sleeves were ?blind?.
?Hey. I can?t get my head or my hands free!? I protested.
?That?s right darling. It?s called a burkah. Women wear them in some Islamic
countries to remain modest. I think it quite becomes you. You?re quite the
most modest little lady now. In fact we can see nothing. See. Even your hands
are covered.?
I peered through the narrow slits in the face of the headpiece and realised
that there was even some fine silky gauze lining the face-piece. I could see
out, even though the view was very restricted. There were only two narrow
vertical slots and my peripheral vision was non-existent, not to mention the
hazy faded light filtering through the fine gauze that reduced much detail.
Wendy and Charlie were shadowy figures. Whilst I could just about see out
enough to avoid bumping into things, nobody but nobody would ever recognise
me. Then as I lifted my hands to try and adjust my headpiece, I realised that
my hands were severely restricted. The sleeves were in fact sown to the side
seams of the gown as far as my waist and only allowed a little freedom at the
wrists and just below the elbows. This proved utterly pointless for it made
me look like a penguin trying to flap its stubby little flippers.
?I can?t move my arms!? I blubbered.
?Good. Then you?ll be obedient won?t you,? observed Wendy, ?now try the next
modification, Charlie.?
Before I could react, Charlie had slipped behind me. With my hopelessly
restricted vision, I was utterly unable to see her as she slipped a belt
through some loops sown into the waist of the burka. As I felt the belt
tighten and buckle, I realised that I could never get free of this horrible
gown without help. My hands were absolutely helpless. I stood tense and
nervous only to feel a pair of soft fingers gently stroking my rosie through
the soft silky folds of the ping nylon burka.
?Hey. You?ll get me horny again!? I cried.
?Exactly darling, we have to test the face piece.?
Even as Wendy replied I felt the familiar feeling begin again as my rosie
started to twitch and uncurl inside my silky panties. Already I could feel
the waves of lust surging up my tummy and my nipples hardened inside the
satiny cups of my basque.
?Well, well!? chuckled Charlie, ?Who?s getting stiff nipples then??
I felt unknown fingers gently caressing my turgid nipples through the silky
material of my burka and I gasped as I sagged in surprise. I wanted to
object, but already, my tongue was stiffening again and words were becoming
impossible.
?Pleeth shtop aaat!? was the last beseechment I could manage before my tongue
became fully erect and pushed eagerly against the silky gauze lining on my
burka headpiece. I could feel him growing and ?tenting? the face-piece.
?Ahh, now that?s what I hoped,? declared Charlie as I felt busy fingers grip
the face-piece of my burka. She lifted the face-piece up so that a tube of
silky material slipped over my cock-tongue and imprisoned him against the
inside middle section of my face-piece between the two vertical slots. My
cock-tongue was now fully erected, but encased in silk and all but invisible
from the outside. The only indication was the headband of the burka headpiece
was now set firm around my head and unlikely to move, as long as my erected
cock-tongue anchored it firmly in place. I felt Charlie gently stroke the
silky outer front of my headpiece between the eye slots and this was like
stroking a penis encased in a silky tube. It sent paroxysms of delight down
to my rosie and I twitched and squealed with nervous delight.
?Is that nice darling?? whispered Wendy.
?Eeeethhh,? I muffled as the silky tube trapped my cock-tongue against the
headpiece and left it totally vulnerable to whatever abuses my cruel sister
decided. I wiggled my trapped hands uselessly like a penguin destined for a
seal?s mouth.
The final insult was when they unzipped the back of the burka up to the waist
and exposed my broad rounded hips and peachy, curved, butt cheeks for anybody
to see that I was dressed as a provocative sex siren underneath.
?Now when we go to the club darling, this is how we?ll have to dress you,?
declared Wendy, ?we can?t have you waving that delightful cock-tongue of
yours to all the other clubbers.?
I could make no response other than let silent tears run down my cheeks
invisible to all under my all-embracing burka. I peered carefully for the
sofa and flung myself down to resume watching television. Wendy and Charlie
went into the kitchen and prepared supper whilst I was left to reflect just
where my sissy life was taking me.
End of Chapter Eight - To Be Continued
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