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Sissy Julian - Chapter IV, A New Morning free porn video
Julian begins his new Lake Orenda regime as he is quite uniquely
prepared for a day in the village. So, if lots of frilly sissy outfits,
super swishy behavior and a little kinky sex - not to mention very
dominant women - are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for
looking.
It is also a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are
intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events
whether past or present. This chapter is rated R.
Sissy Julian
Chapter IV - A New Morning
by sissystevie
"Bon matin, ma cherie," sang out the comely soubrette Giselle as she
swept open the curtains in Julian's super sissy-sumptuous bedroom.
"S'?veiller! Get up! Today veel be a busy one pour ma petite sissie."
Julian stirred, still very much unaccustomed to his new surroundings.
The fine bed linens and silk nightgown were simple divine. The tight
curlers in his hair were entirely another matter.
"Vite, vite! Into the loo and prepare yourself!" the menacing maid
demanded.
Julian managed to tend to his regular morning ablutions, thankful once
again for the fancy bidet, and soon found himself seated at 'his' frilly
makeup vanity with his tittie suction tubes attached. Giselle did one
side of his face and made Julian do the other. After several attempts
the two sides mostly matched. She then showed him how to remove his
curlers and brush out his hair into a pretty short sissy bob.
Thusly prepared, the exceptionally effeminate Julian Beauchaps Saint
Ambrose was first led to a chest of drawers for frilly topped white
sissy socks and lingerie - such as it was, which was not very much as
each private part that proper lingerie covered, his lingerie exposed.
Then it was on to the wardrobe for his clothes and baby blue patent
leather mary jane styled pumps with both amazing four inch heels and
large matching bows on their toes. Finally they returned to the vanity
for accessories that consisted of tiny heart-shaped dangly earrings, one
large garish and strangely loosely fitting pale aquamarine ring for each
hand and a pearl strand bracelet and anklet, each with a little blue
charm attached.
It was all just too much of a whirlwind for the befuddled boichick to
absorb just what he was being put into. The naughty feeling of his
scandalous frilly silk panties and a matching training bra was just too
delicious. The panties had ruffled openings for both his teapot and his
sweet sissy bum-cheeks. The bra was open at its cup-tips.
It all really was so very decadent - and divine - to the boy.
Plus, he really, really adored his short wavy blonde hairdo, especially
how it hung down from a broad baby blue bow to partially cover his
heavily made-up left eye. The thick liner, heavy mascara and frosted
blue shadow gave both of his bright blue eyes a beguiling, wide-eyed
look.
Once again he had round, clown-like rouge circles on his cheeks. His
lipstick and nail polish were a white frost with pale blue and pink
highlights.
Then, when completely dressed, he took in the end result of the
morning's dressing creation in the long dressing mirror whilst Giselle
hit him with an excessive dose of the most obscene flowery perfume scent
imaginable.
"Whoa!" the muddled milksop exclaimed in such a high voice that it even
shocked him as his delicate, enameled finger tips came up to cover his
gaping glossed mouth.
The fact that, completely without guile or forethought, his hips were
tilted at an opposing angle to his shoulders, knees placed together,
feet pigeon-toed and head slightly dipped in a 'come hither' look
entirely escaped him.
Looking back through the glass was the pluperfect pouf.
Taken alone, the longish, full blond hair, doe-like eyes, rosy cupid
lips and spot-rouged cheeks were things sissy dreams were made of.
However, when combined with the very unique outfit, it was devastating.
His body literally shimmered in delight.
Julian did not even notice the camera flashes as he became absorbed in
what was now his favorite topic - himself! Giselle had a difficult time
holding the camera steady as she giggled.
"Quelle poule mouill?e!"
If yesterday's sailor's outfit was on the sissy side, today's was a
semi-butch Shirley Temple on steroids. Yesterday's navy blue became
today's soft baby blue. Likewise, if yesterday's perky outfit and merely
suggested sissy, then today's simply shrieked sissy.
Julian redefined the phrase 'simpering prissy pantywaist.' And little
did the quivering cumquat have any idea of how much devilish planning
went into it.
Key to the outfit's fiendish design was his shorts. In fact they were
the keystone that controlled all the other carefully orchestrated
elements. They were made from a shiny baby blue stretch silk fabric and
were fastened tightly at his left side with many tiny cloth covered baby
blue buttons. The waist was high and legs were short to the point of
resembling tulip panties.
His teapot protruded through the front opening and there simply was no
seat. The rear of the shorts firmly circled his twin fanny orbs, making
them look even more pleasingly plump. From the front of the wide
waistband, broad straps with sharply ruffled sides extended over his
shoulders and crossed in back before attaching to his rear waistband.
Cute sissy bows abounded, with the most prominent being a broad baby
blue silk waist sash with equally huge bow in back. Other bows appeared
at the sides of the leg openings. The long bow ends dangled across the
tight, but very open, seat of the shorts and continued down past his
thighs.
The ends of Julian's silk panties extended in broad rings of white
frills, tulle and lace beneath the short's tight leg and derri?re
openings, which, along with the short's shoulder straps, tugged on his
panties as he moved.
Today the infamous peenie petal had been replaced with a simple baby
blue satin ribbon that tightly circled his tiny teapot with one loop and
the base of his popsie with a second tight loop before being tied off
into a broad bow at its top. The ever caring and nurturing Giselle had
even tied another matching satin ribbon about Julian's popsie stick just
under its tiny, but quite swollen, head. A humiliating small silver bell
hung down from the insulting 'head tie.'
His baby blue, be-ribboned, and belled peenie and plums were exposed
through the tightly elasticized, white ruffled holes in both his panties
and short-shorts. It was maddeningly erect and bobbed back and forth as
he moved, the tiny bell ringing out as a clarion call to all who might
be in earshot. If he moved his shoulders, the short's straps made his
teapot move, and when he took a step, the tight leg holes made it move.
Julian, looking forward into the mirror, failed to appreciate the
parallel jiggles the tight shorts and panties caused across his denuded
derri?re.
The combination of movement, silk and lace confinement, and horrendous
humiliation ensured that his popsie would stand at attention for a very
long time. Not only was the poor dear dressed in an outfit suitable for
Missy Sissy of the Universe, but he was displayed in a manner to clearly
show that his (very) 'little man' loved it!
However, the outfit's fun did not stop there. Julian's tiny titties had
received much the same treatment to ensure his nipples remained standing
at equal attention to his well-pronged popsie. His training bra matched
his panties with its white silk and frilly trim. Its straps were fat
with ruffles and lace, and its open tips allowed for full exposure of
his dreadfully distended nipples.
His blouse was almost literally the icing on the proverbial cupcake. It
was made from shimmering silk organza with lace trim and tightly
buttoned up the back with tiny like-cloth covered buttons up to its very
high, ruffle topped neck. Its very short sleeves were tiny little puffs
ending in tight hems trimmed with a delicate blue bows.
The sheer organza allowed full view of Julian's frilly training bra
except over his tingling titties, where it was, like his bra, quite
open. Round, lace edged holes exposed each of his puffy nipples. The
shorts' shoulder straps embraced the outside of each cup, only
emphasizing the proffered mounds as it caused them to jiggle with every
movement the milksop made.
Not only were his nibbly nipples fully exposed, but Giselle had tied
tiny little baby blue satin ribbons at the base of each nipple,
finishing it in a cute little bow on top. A little silver bell dangled
from the bottom of each nipple binding.
Capping the blouse off, as it were, was a huge, forward facing
preconstructed bow that matched his sash that snapped closed with a
distinct click about the back of his blouse's long, slender neck. Its
stiff bow reached out past Julian's narrow shoulders and the long ends
hung down to the outside of each tantalizing tittie, both framing and
teasing it.
Julian's outfitting was completed with the addition of short white lace
gloves with tulle and lace halos about his wrists and a tiny heart
shaped baby blue handbag. His formerly loosely fitted rings now snugly
fit on the outside of the gloves as did his charm bracelet that snugly
fit between his lace cover palm and the tulle trim.
"Et, enfin, Monsieur le Vigglie," Giselle announced as she approached
the befuddled Julian with the devilishly designed dildo.
As she lubricated the long undulating prod, Julian noticed that the base
of Mr. Wigglie was covered with a frilly tulle and lace knob-like,
sheath. Attached to the sheath by a ten inch satin baby blue satin
ribbon was yet another silver bell.
"Oooh, ma cher kumquat, pr?pare-toi!" Giselle said as she slowly rammed
the devastating dildo deeply into the proffered pansy's posterior.
Julian shrieked out, attaining a new 'personal best' in the high octave
category.
Without further ado, a most disconcerted and quite wobbly in his new
high heels Julian was led down to a screened in porch for inspection and
a light breakfast. His descent down the stairs produced its own sonata
of squeals and shrieks as Mr. Wigglie worked his magic deep within the
hapless sissy's love chamber. The din from the bells could have setoff a
four alarm fire department response.
Finally arriving at the porch, Julian encountered and elegantly done
pink and green print chintz covered breakfast table with an even more
elegant Jane Elizabeth Bichier seated and awaiting him.
Instinctively and entirely without thinking, Julian went into an awkward
half bow-half curtsey, with full Mr. Wigglie squeal, whilst worshiping
the elegant woman before him.
Actually, 'elegant' understated Auntie Jane is so many ways. Not to
compare a northeastern ?ber-wasp to a southern steel magnolia, but
suffice it to say that a Bessemer furnace had never even contemplated,
let only produced, the amount of steel in Jane Elizabeth Bichier.
Once again she was in the post Victorian, Edwardian style of dress. Her
Gibson Girl styled hair flowed about her head in that perfect 'causal'
upward bun that was the product of careful, skillful attention. Her
dress followed her hair: a high necked, pure Egyptian cotton, finely
laced, perfectly pressed pink blouse and matching chintzed, shiny lime
green mid calf skirt. The bold coral pink crepe de chine cummerbund
about her slim waist matched her high, French heels, long nails and
glossed lips.
Despite Jane Elizabeth Bichier's middle age, with her tight alabaster
skin, flowing platinum blond-silver hair and long willowy figure, she
could have posed for the cover page of "Ladies Home Journal" circa 1912.
Adorning her middle finger was the curious signet ring that had so
terrified the Canon the day before.
"Well, now what do we have here?" the imperially imposing Auntie Jane
queried. "A deaf man could have heard you approaching.
"What are you really, Julian? Just another little simpering swishy
sissy, or a beautiful butterfly awaiting to burst forth for her cocoon?"
Julian just shook in abject humiliation. In truth, his outfit was the
most exciting thing he had even worn, let alone dreamed of. Far too much
was going on in his self besotted mind to comprehend.
Without either expecting or awaiting an answer, she continued, "Come
over and stand before me with your hands behind your back, please.
"Julian, do you know why you are dressed this way today?"
"No, Auntie Jane, I do not. I thought yesterday's outfit was
sufficiently sissy," stammered out a clearly distraught young man.
As slight smile came to Auntie Jane's face as she looked deeply into
Julian's deer-in-the-headlamp eyes. "Actually it has everything to do
with yesterday, my little hussy. You behavior with the twins was utterly
disgusting and you total disrespect for your pretty little sailor's suit
despicable.
"You ruined the one peenie petal I had in your size. You know they just
don't make standard ones so small. However, Giselle tells me that Mrs.
Bestlace in the Orenda Lake Village will make up some for you. We will
be stopping in to see her later this morning. She wants to call your
special size a 'Dolly Dress.' Isn't that so special? Barely a day here
and you have your very own sissy accoutrement design.
"Now won't that be just so much fun?"
Her hands traced the outlines of Julian's budding breasts, lightly
tweaking his engorged nipples as her eyes inspected first his face and
then his pointy little mounds.
Julian was too much in shock about another foray into public, especially
in his current state of bizarre dress, to pay any attention until Auntie
Jane touched his throbbing nipple.
Regaining his attention, Auntie Jane continued, "You know, Julian, you
actually are more naturally feminine than my own daughter. She will be
delighted with you when she arrives later this week. And by summer's end
you will have perfectly formed little girlie breasts to add to your
femininity. Does that excite my little dress-up doll?"
Again, not waiting for any response from the befuddled sissy who was
contemplating how a 'Miss' Bichier had a daughter, she allowed her hand
to move down and lightly touch Julian's be-ribboned boyhood.
"And this," she teased looking at Julian tiny twinkette. "Whatever shall
become of this? Julian, dear, you know it is far too tiny to interest
any woman - well, other than for amusement. Trouble is that it won't
interest any gay man either. They're called gay men because they like
'men,' and that, my little cupcake, you clearly are not. Alas, nor shall
you ever be.
"However, there are certain men who prefer cunning little creatures such
as you. I was going to discuss this further, but your little clitty
seems far too distressed and you really do need some sustenance. So
please do sit down and eat. I think you will find your new repast
interesting. It's a very special blend developed by sisters of mine.
Giselle placed a fine bone china bowl containing a white creamy custard-
like substance on the elegant table and then placed two small pills next
to the sissy's water goblet.
As Julian contemplated the all too obvious looking food, Auntie Jane
said, "Doesn't it look just yummy? Some of my more creative sisters
developed a few years ago. It's called sissy goo and is a scientifically
balance diet with everything nutritionally required, but it does not
fill up a certain body cavity area may from time to time come into use.
As you can see, it has the gooey consistency, and also as you will
shortly discover, a certain salty taste that you will no doubt recall
from yesterday."
Julian tasted the strange mixture and indeed confirmed that it not only
had all of the described elements, but also the aroma. Despite
pretending not to, the horrible truth was that he liked it.
A fact that certainly did not go unnoticed by either of the women keenly
observing him.
"Julian, stop pretending that you don't like the goo and take your
girlie pills like a good sissy," Auntie Jane snapped as she picked up a
toast point with her long, perfectly manicured fingers. "And mind that
you do not soil your pretty gloves."
After Julian finished his unique meal, Auntie Jane said, "Julian, tend
to your face. I'm sure Giselle packed the necessary items in your cute
little girlie handbag."
Then turning to her maid, "We must be on our way. Monday's are always
such busy days in the village. Giselle, dear, please prepare Julian for
going out," Auntie Jane said as she looked into own her compact's mirror
to see if any hair or makeup had the temerity to go astray.
Looking over her compact at Julian, Auntie rhetorically asked, "You
really did not think I would permit my sissy to be presented in public
with all your tiny tender parts exposed, did you my sweet? Well, of
course not. At least as long as you are properly behaved at least. So,
my fair fairy, mind your mince and demoiselle deportment."
Giselle approached Julian with four white, frilly handkerchief-like
patches of varying sizes and shapes.
"En premier le peenie pouch, et puis la tittie toppers," a devilishly
delighted Giselle sang out as she placed a little white lace pouch over
Julian's stubbornly stiff stickette and ribboned plums. After allowing
the silver bell to hang out of its bottom, she drew a long satin ribbon
at its base tight and tied a pretty bow at its top. If it were possible,
the petite peenie pouch actually caused Julian diminutive dickette to
swell as yet another humiliation piled upon the scores of prior
humiliations.
Next she snapped two small, doily-like patches over his bared nipples,
again allowing their silver bells to dangle down under the patches.
"Finalement, le derri?re!" she sang out as she showed Julian the frilly
covering. "Regardes-toi."
Julian looked in horror at the "SISSY BOY" that was boldly embroidered
in baby blue script across the garment.
C'est la v?rit?, n'est pas?" she giggled, obviously taking great glee in
Julian's shameful humiliation as she snapped the patch over Julian's
bum, again allowing the silver bell to dangle below on its satin ribbon.
The 'modesty' coverings were almost as obscene as nothing at all because
they drew attention to precisely what was transpiring under their sheer,
almost translucent surfaces. And if they failed to draw the proper
attention for some reason, the wake-the-dead, four alarm tingle of his
bells surely would. Poor Julian's understandably shameful glow now
almost matched the cherry red rouge on his cheeks.
Julian had just attained mega-milksop status. Only his pulsing pathetic
little peenie belied his deep, scarlet cheeked embarrassment. Each step
that he took was an adventure; each new movement a new symphony of
sensation.
Mr. Wigglie provided the bass section, his clicking high heels that
caused him to twist in strange new positions provided the timpani, the
ribbons about his sensitive parts were the reeds, sissy squeals were the
strings, the bells were the tutti, and the tight shorts that made it all
move were the conductor.
Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier was, of course, the much amused music
director. Julian's walk to the golf cart was amusing; the ride in the
cart to the boathouse was divine; however, the day ahead would be
priceless!
To be continued...
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