Miss Prissy Paunceworth - Chapter VIII, Prissy's Perfection free porn video

This is the FINAL Chapter of a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. It is a coming of age series with lacy trimmings and sweet creamy endings. 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 XXX - Nothing like going out with a bang, or two, or three. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Although the final chapter, my loyal readers (alas, such as you are) will figure out that at some point the 'Group' shall continue. A new "Sissiverse?" I see a great wedding story out there. Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter VIII - Prissy's Perfection by sissystevie A most troubled night fitfully passed. Although Madame allowed Prissy to change into a frilly babydoll nightie, remove her 'fanny friend,' and cleanse her face, her torments remained. The locking fetters had been put back in place with the addition of a metal collar that was attached to the bed's headboard with a chain and padlock. Even the cute little babydoll created its own anguish. The built-in bra and panties were smocked, which caused friction against Prissy's very tender bum and nipples, creating another yin-yang of pleasure and pain. Her peenie prison only exacerbated the problem, despite the fact that she had made messies twice during her discipline. The constant moaning and screaming from Madame's room throughout the night hardly helped. The previously sedate dance and deportment instructrix certainly knew how to make optimum use of Rudy Rhammar's rooty rammer. ***** A tired, and slightly sore, Augusta d'Horscourt untangled from Rudy and made her way to the loo to tend to her morning ablutions. Refreshed as much as could be expected, she found her way first to the kitchen for a cup of single-brew coffee and then to her small library-study. Powering up her computer she checked the prior evening's tapes before turning to the expected e-mail. Satisfied with the tapes, she read the lengthy e- mail with keen interest. Prissy's prognosis looked better than ever, now was the time to push her towards pure sissy perfection. The next two days would set up the following two weeks leading to her mother's arrival and Prissy moving forward with her new sissy life with the Group. An extremely complimentary comment added at the end of the detailed transmission from the Grand Mistress Constance refreshed Augusta more than the hearty coffee brew. "Now there is a true lady!" she said aloud to the empty room. "I love men, but if ever I had an opportunity to..." she mused. However, she knew that compliments - and idle sexual fantasies - were an aside, the next two days would be tricky. "Prissy's petulant little hissy-fit had been pure luck," she thought. "Planned? Yes, but not to the extent that Prissy carried it to. It made everything so much easier. Today I have to further breakdown all resistance from Prissy, and tomorrow begin her new life in a far more pleasant - and permanent - manner. The lawn boys are the only real wild card, but then they are, after all, boys and therefore controllable by their 'dumb-sticks.' Prissy is so randy she would go after a broomstick, let alone proffered boy-sticks, however dumb. "And with Constance Longstreth watching, this was certainly not the time to screw up! Thank goodness Prissy is such a guileless sissy who falls into traps so effortlessly." Realizing that it already was late morning, she typed in a reply, turned the computer off and returned to her bedroom to dress for the day. ***** When she returned to her bedroom, Rudy was unexpectedly up and in the shower and even offered to make brunch. "After Missy Prissy is packed off and things quiet down around here, I shall have to consider this man a little more closely," Augusta thought, in what would prove to be the start of a very significant change in her life. Dressed in a classic neo-Victorian dominant school mistress outfit of long, tight black chintz skirt and neck-bowed silk blouse, Madame slipped into five-inch heels and checked her image in the floor length mirror. "Too predicable," she thought. I also have to keep my man's libido well above normal. Maybe it's time for a new twist to torment both my lover and chastised sissy?" ***** A crisp and surprisingly refreshed Augusta d'Horscourt sailed into Prissy's frilly pink bedroom. Her look was out of her Merstead Hall character and certainly much younger than her years, but she loved it. She dressed as she felt after a long overdue night with a truly prodigious performer to whom she was becoming very attracted to in that special, deep womanly way. Plus her skin had that wonderful 'day after' glow. Too bad Prissy did not look, or feel, as well. After Madame opened the curtains, Prissy slowly opened her eyes. The sight of Madame d'Horscourt caused a twinge in her tormented twinkie. She looked more like Miss Tellit than the sometimes prudish dance instructor. In fact, she was every school boy's wet dream of a teacher. Augusta had retained her full fashion seamed sheer black stockings and high, pointed toe black patent heels. Gone was the long schoolmarm skirt; on was a very short black belted polished linen mini-skirt that barely covered her stocking tops. Gone also was the bowed blouse, replaced by a tight starched man-type blouse with pronounced French cuffs and unbuttoned down to the point where her black lacy bra begged to be seen. Her traditional tight hair bun was replaced by the Gibson- Girl type do favored by Auntie Octavia. The woman sizzled! So did the pain in Prissy's twinkie tube. As she leaned over to unlock Prissy's fetters and collar, she said, "Okay, my fine feathered fairy, time to continue your adventures!" "This is so not-good!" thought Prissy. For once, the sissy was spot on. ***** The stairs were the first part of Prissy's not so excellent adventure. Now she fully appreciated just what ballet shoes, actually boots in the immediate case, were all about. And it sure wasn't about qualifying for the Olympics' one-hundred meter dash! Everything had gone well, and mostly predictably, up to the ballet boots. The regular tittie improvement session, however, was a tad painful, despite Madame putting the suction devices on a low setting. After that, Prissy's clothes were as before. Again the white open bra, tight corset, open panties - both peenie and full bum, sheer stockings, lacy suspender straps, huge red tea rose bow-garter on her thigh, and hair done in cute bob with a large bow that matched her thigh bow at its part. Her sissy dress actually delighted her, despite its impossibly short length. In a surprising move, Madame had added a second pair of heavily ruffled panties that matched her dress over Prissy's scandalously open white panties. The dress was a mini version of the prior day's frock: empire waisted with white sash and huge bow in back, high white starched cotton collar, and short puffy sleeves. Its high waist caused the shiny tea rose red fabric to torment Prissy's tender nipples like nettles, which nonetheless caused her equally tormented peenie to pulsate. From the sash down the dress again puffed out several inches over frilly petticoats to end just above her outer, more fully cut, frilly panties. Much to prissy's delight both her 'fanny friend' and the fetters were omitted. "Now, my dear, I want you to sit on the side of the bed whilst I put on your training shoes for the day. Next time you wish to stomp your feet please think about these before doing such an unattractive and unsissy- like thing. You will not soon forget this day, I assume you young lady! That proved to be an understatement. The shoes, actually white patent leather boots, very tightly laced up Prissy's foot to her mid calf, where the laces were cover by a locking leather flap, which made the boots quite inescapable. As they were carefully positioned, Prissy only knew that her feet were being bent downward at an extreme and most uncomfortable angle. Her dress precluded any view of Madame's 'handiwork.' It was only when she tried to stand that the full effect was felt. The boots did have heels - the highest heels Prissy had ever seen, extending well over seven inches. Her toes were curled under like a ballerina en pointe. Although the boots were very supportive and contained a support ballet slipper toe box, it was a position entirely unknown to Prissy and one that proved most awkward. Before she had Prissy attempt to stand, Madame cautioned her that any complaints whatsoever, would earn her another, larger gag that the prior night's and another day or so in both the boots and the chastity device. Merely seeing them in the floor length mirror almost caused Prissy to faint. It would be a very long day indeed. ***** At last reaching the kitchen, Prissy was allowed to sit at the table. Even the pain in her still sore bum seemed minor next to the boots. Rudy Rhammar had first noticed her predicament with some apparent satisfaction. Especially appealing was the little sissy squeal Prissy let out when she sat down on the hard kitchen chair. However, his attention quickly changed when Madame entered the room in her vamp teacher outfit. "My, my," he said as a tent rose in his pants to Barnum Bailey circus proportions, "the pulchritude certainly is overflowing today! Nothing better that a distressed sissy and her perfectly turned out mistress." "Why thank you, Rudy," Madame gushed like a school girl. "I thought something different today would be fun. After all, Prissy can't have all the fun in her pretty frocks and footwear. "Oh, Rudy, I see you made Eggs Benedict for us. How lovely. You are a dear! I'm simply ravished." Score up more points for 'ole Rudy-Tootie. It was just past noon and Madame was gearing up for another encounter of the most carnal kind. The 'eating' proved to be only fruit and cereal for Prissy. "A sissy must mind her school girl figure!" teased Octavia before returning to drool over Rudy. ***** After 'dining,' Prissy was led to the drawing room where she has been so thoroughly spanked the evening before. Two straight chairs were placed at either end of the room, the sight of which ran a chill down Prissy's back. They were the same chair that Rudy had sat in to spank her. Augusta sensed Prissy's concern and giggled, "Oh, poor sissy, you think they are there to spank you. Well, they could be if you misbehave. I was most impressed with Rudy's technique last night. However, today they actually are they to provide respites from your ballet training. Isn't that so thoughtful of me?" Prissy sighed in relief as Madame offered her one of the chairs to sit on. Silly sissy! "But first we are going to work on your singing. Miss Tellit has left a new song for you. I think it is one of your favorites! You only need to learn a few verses." For the next hour Prissy sang "I feel Pretty" in the highest warble possible. "I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel silly and frilly and fay! And I pity any sissy who's not me today. I feel charming, Oh, so charming It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real. See the pretty sissy in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me! "Excellent!" enthused Madame. "From another musical one might say, 'By George she's got it!' "We will work on your other song later, Miss Priscilla. Now it's time for a little deportment training with a very special twist. Prissy, please stand up, turn about, and lean down over the chair with your bum up." As prissy awkwardly climbed to her wobbly feet, she noticed that Rudy Rhammar had entered the room and was seated on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hands and an amused look on his face. Beside him rested a strange looking pink balloon-like device with an appendage sticking out from its top-center. Some other gear was behind the curious device, some of which appeared to be the dreaded fetters. Although the fetters were semi-expected, Prissy did not like the look of the device one bit. Prissy was spot on for the second time that day. Another moment of rebellion entered her mind, but the combination of trying to navigate in the ballet boots, her still-tender fanny and sheer exhaustion led her to simple compliance. With Prissy in position, Madame lowered her outer panties and had her step out of them, leaving prissy in the open white frilly panties, glowing red buns held high. "Augusta, dear," Rudy said, "her sweet sissy cheeks still have a wonderful color from last night. It really is a most becoming sight on a sissy, isn't it?" "Oh, yes dear, it is. Sort of the natural order of things and all that. Be a sweetheart and bring over the 'Puff 'n Stuff' and some lubricant. 'Tis time to prepare the little dear for her next adventure." Prissy heard the snap of a latex glove and then felt her sissy pussy being lubricated with cool, slick goo. Madame continued as she progressed, "Now, Prissy, relax while I ease a special new 'fanny friend' in you. You know the drill, sweet pea." Prissy felt a long, but manageable probe work itself deep within her. She then felt an expansion as an inflatable tube ring expanded in her rectum, insuring that the 'Puff 'n Stuff' device would stay in place with its appendage lodged deep in her and the rubber balloon outside her. "Now, sweet pea, time for your ballet deportment training," announced Madame d'Horscourt. You task is really quite simple. Walk from one chair to the other, sit down to rest, and then return to the other chair. Let me see, I think we shall start with six repetitions, or round trips." "A sissy cake walk if I ever saw one," laughed Rudy. Madame continued, adding a little snicker of her own, "Of course, I will expect each trip to show deportment improvement. When I do not see improvement, that round trip will not count against your six. "Now stand up so that I may fetter your wrists. You should be pleased that I am not putting foot fetters on you for now." Prissy stood as best she was able. Madame locked steel manacles with thin chains that ran up under her dress to 'D' rings on her corset and closed the padlocks. Her arm movement was thusly restricted to her sides. After a glance with a smile at a hidden camera in a bookcase across the room, she continued, "Okay, Prissy, please walk to the other chair and sit down," commanded Madame. ***** In a luxurious dressing room in Vermont twelve women were gathered about a 128 inch plasma screen watching the proceeding in amused anticipation. "Ladies, all wagers are in," cried out a voice from the side of the room. "High bet is twelve laps in two hours; low is six in sixty minutes." "What fun!" exclaimed DeeDee Moore. "A jolly good wager just before my wedding. I do love sissy competition, if it's only against the poor dear's own self in this case." "Willy," Constance Longstreth chimed in, "the best part is seeing your new toy 'field tested.' The Countess, herself, is most interested in the device. Lecta is already demanding a unit, or what ever you call it. We all adore it when a new device comes our way!" "Just the name is priceless," added Theodosia Tellit. It puffs, then it stuffs!" she giggled. "Darn that Augusta, getting first crack at it. Or, should I say, first crack 'with' it!" she added with another giggle and faux pout. Constance moved next to Theodosia and tenderly put her arm about her and said in a low voice, "But, Theo, would you have given up last night to be in Rhode Island today?" ***** Back in her cottage Augusta d'Horscourt snapped, "Well, Prissy, we don't have all day! And mind your deportment, my dear!" Prissy took a deep breath, which only drew the strange new device deeper into her rectum, and proceeded forward. She had become somewhat used to the ballet boots during her treks downstairs and to the drawing room. The boots were carefully constructed by some very kinky master and supported both foot and ankle beautifully. They were certainly hobbling, but also manageable - albeit in a very limited way. Prissy's stilted gait created a whole new world for her 'fanny friend,' moving it in her in ways Prissy had never dreamed possible. Prissy was actually quite pleased with herself as she reached the far chair and turned to sit down for a well earned rest. She was even more pleased to find that the outside soft balloon device created a nice cushion for her sore derriere. As a second camera zoomed in on her, Prissy's face began to change from pleasure, to wonder to abject horror. The balloon-cushion was deflating and the appendage bury deep in her was growing. Growing and growing, and at an alarming rate - in both length and diameter. Prissy soon felt as if she would be literally split in two and jumped to her feet with amazing agility given her precarious circumstances. Her jump created yet another range of penetration, which resulted in the most delightful sissy shriek. Madame d'Horscourt made an unsuccessful attempt to hide her amusement, Rudy did not even try, and the ladies in Vermont went wild. All that Augusta could manage was a, "Froward Prissy, your next chair awaits," before moving her hand to cover her giggling mouth. To Prissy's great relief, once off the chair the infernal 'friend' seemed to shrink back as the air slowly escaped back into the balloon. The totally befuddled sissy just stood in placed. Not sure of what to do. She was literally between the devil and the deep blue sea. Or better said, a balloon boulder and hard heels. Then Prissy heard, "Rudy, dear, please fetch me my long rattan cane. It seems Prissy requires a little extra motivation." Snapping out of her delirium, Prissy began moving forward in her tiny mincing steps, dreading reaching the other chair, but aware that she could not stand forever in the ballet position. However, reach it she did, and with great trepidation, sat down. This time, she only allowed the balloon to partial deflate before rising again for her second 'lap.' A smile came to her face as she thought of beating the system. Talk about a sissy 'stuck on stupid!' Her feet were beginning to register the stress when she again sat down for the third time. This time it was not as easy to hop up to her tormented feet, but she succeeded in keeping the mighty impaler from growing to it mightiest size. It was even more thus, as Prissy began her third 'lap.' During the next three 'laps,' Prissy was increasingly unable to hop up quickly. The ballet boots were extracting a huge toll and the 'Puff 'n Stuff' was slowly stretching her sissy pussy. Entering her sixth 'lap,' things began to fall apart for the poor dear. On the first leg Madame chided her for poor deportment. On the second leg Madame cracked the cane against her bare thigh because she wobbled too much and announced that she had earned another 'lap.' This nearly defeated the desperate demoiselle and she sank into the chair. Victory had been within her grasp, and now another full lap was required. The sissy may have sank, but there was plenty of 'puff' left in her fanny 'stuff.' She allowed the device to shift all of its air from balloon to penetrator. That finally fully got her focus. "Oooh myyy Gawd!" she squealed out. "I'm sooo stuffed!" A shocked sissy again rose to her aching ankles, feet and toes. Her reward was another slice of the cane. "Mind your deportment young miss, or we will be at this all day!" snapped Madame. "Suck it up and show me a performance worthy of a true sissy girl." Prissy's defenses finally evaporated. The last trace of unpure masculine boy-thought was gone, never again to return. Sensing total victory, Augusta d'Horscourt pressed home, "Prissy, show me - show the world, what a worthy sissy you are. Dance to the chair, take the full measure of 'Mr. Puff 'n Stuff' and return as if you were performing with the Bolshoi! Make me proud, girl! Prissy took a deep breath and mustered up resolve. Slowly she took the short hem of her skirt between her thumb and forefinger of each fettered hand and lifted the skirt as far as her chains would allow. A sweet smile came to her face and her feet began a slow glide down the room. Reaching the other end, she pirouetted before gracefully sitting down, minding her skirt as she went. Allowing her now expanded derriere to take the full measure of 'stuff,' she sighed before rising and perfectly mincing back toward Madame and Rudy, who were now standing in front of the original chair. A she reached them her head began to swim as pure exhaustion finally won. Prissy only barely registered the fact that she was swept up into Rudy's strong arms, held for a moment as Madame deflated the ring and removed 'Puff 'n Stuff,' and then placed on the long sofa atop a towel to rest. ***** In Vermont, there were mixed feelings. Miss Wilhelmina Willing Waxwell had won the pool-wager and was delighted. Also her little 'invention' was proven a roaring success. Apart from the rest and off to one side, mother Constance and daughter Daphne deeply embraced. They both realized that a new sissy had just exited the cocoon and was about to take flight, something that had so recently occurred with Daphne. The game had been fun, but seeing a sissy truly emerge was a very deep and special thing. DeeDee Moore gave them a knowing smile as one who had once 'been there, done that.' ***** Equally delighted was Madame. A huge hurdle was passed. "One more dose of sissy humiliation and then her pleasure trip tomorrow," she thought. "Those damn boys better cooperate or I personally with send the both of them down to Beatrice Bracewell's for a little permanent 'reeducation!' I just hope that Hilda was emphatic enough in dropping hints about a special treat at their last mowing and trimming stop." She watched as Rudy cover the young sleeping sissy with a light throw blanket and elevated her feet. "Yes," she thought, "he's a keeper!" Coyly pulling a loose curl of hair back from her face and shifting her hips, Miss Augusta d'Horscourt smiled at him and purred, "Oh, Rudy, I believe we have an hour or so..." ***** Prissy slept the sleep of the dead. She was totally exhausted, but realized that something deep within her had changed at the most fundamental level. However, the continued presence of her ballet boots and arm fetters told her that today's ordeal was far from over. Her precious little sissy pussy felt like it had been an armored regiment's field exercise area. She was openly wondering if she would ever walk normally again, when a radiant, but slightly disheveled, Madame entered the room. "Did our sissy have a nice little nap?" she rhetorically asked, neither expecting nor receiving a response. "Prissy, I want to get you cleaned up a bit, and then I am going to put you out in the garden to practice your sissy songs. Although you ended your deportment training in truly spectacular form, the balance of the day shall be as planned and the ballet boots shall remain in place. The fresh air will be good for you and it's a lovely afternoon. Also I will allow you to sit on the bench facing the perennials beds. After Madame cleared her gooey derriere and put her outer, frilly tea rose panties back on her, Prissy was led to the downstairs powder room and Madame fixed her hair and redid her makeup. The trip out to the walled garden was better than Prissy expected. Thankfully the patio stones extended to the bench where she was to be seated. Unthankfully, Madame produced a broad, reinforced satin ribbon and used it to secure Prissy's ankles together in a lady-like crossed position making it impossible for Prissy to walk, even in the bizarre boots. With her arms also fettered, Prissy could not even crawl. Even surrounding bars could not have held her any more captive to her position. She also was completely defenseless. After inspecting her charge, Madame arranged Prissy's frilly frock and produced a placard that she taped to Prissy's back. Prissy's quizzical look was ignored, "Now my dear, I want to hear your best sissy voice as you practice your two songs. Just look at the pretty flowers and enjoy the afternoon. And remember, tomorrow you will be back to your frilly, unchastised, fetter-free self. "Not only that, but Rudy and I are driving back up to the airport to pick up Lavinia and Cordelia. I want the Mistresses of the Order to meet him and we plan on stopping off for brunch along the way. So, my dear, you will have the entire afternoon free to laze about my cottage and garden in your prettiest Sunday frocks. Won't that be fun? "Now let me hear your first song." Prissy sighed, and committed herself to the task. At least she was safe in the high walled garden and she was off her tormented feet - with any intruding 'friends.' And, best of all, the next day offered the long denied reprieve. After a little hum to adjust her voice, she sang out, "The most beautiful sound I ever heard: Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah. . . All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word . . Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah, Pri-cill-ah. . . Pri-cill-aaah! I'm in love with a sissy named Pri-cill-ah! Say it loud and there's music playing, Say it soft and it's almost like praying." Madame smiled as Prissy changed over to, "I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty..." ***** Madame had returned to the house as Prissy warbled through the second song. Prissy continued, happy to be speaking again through her singing in such a clear, unstammering manner. After several sets, he was taking a short break when she heard a sound that terrified her. A lawn mower started just outside the rear garden gate and began circling the wall. "Was it the two Merstead Hall lawn boys? Was it that cute John?" a very panicked Prissy thought. What if they came through the gate to mow the thin strip of grass weaving through Madame's garden? What if it was another lawn service? What would they think of her in this predicament? "They had to hear my singing. Oooh myyy Gawd!" Then the door opened and the sound of the mower neared Prissy's back, which was facing the lawn, away from the flower beds. Then the mower stopped and there was silence. Prissy was frozen in place. Young John, the lawn boy was also frozen in place. "Did you find the treat John?" yelled out older brother Hank. "Is it some dumb candy or somethin' like that?" An entirely nonplussed John was unable to reply. On one hand it was his dream come true. On the other hand it was just too weird. "Whaz-up," said the second voice. Well, now there's an invitation a young lad ain't about to pass up! Look John, it's that little sissy you keep wackin' off to. Looks like today is gonna be your lucky day, dude!" "The placard!" realized a dumbstruck Prissy. What does it say? Lucky day? Oooh, this is sooo not good." Prissy had just hit the 'spot on' trifecta for the day! She smelled the boys' perspiration even before Hank appeared before her holding the placard, its writing faced away from Prissy. "Hey, Bro, check it out! She's in some kinky type of bondage, or whatever they call it. Wow, get a load of those shoes! I guess that old bag meant it when she said there would be a treat in Miss Augusta's garden today. With that, he flipped over the placard so Prissy could see it. It said, "TREAT BJ 2 DAY." Prissy guilelessly opened her mouth in shock. Hank did not interpret her gesture that way and unzipped his shorts, "Well, sissy, if you're ready I sure as heck am too!" The defenseless and defeated Prissy resigned herself to the circumstances and meekly took his semi-erect man-boy meat into her mouth and did what sissies do best. "Johnny, she's even better than that bitch Winnie. I love the way she uses her tongue. These sissies really do know their stuff! You're really gonna love this! Look how little cocksucker really gets into it!" Being the teen that he was, Hank was quick and full. In no time his cargo was being injected into Prissy's mouth at an alarming rate. She swallowed as quickly as possible, but in the end the messies conquered the mouth a spillage occurred down Prissy's chin to her pretty frock. Prissy instinctively licked up the remains on Hank's pole. "Look, she can't get enough of it!" the spent boy laughed, to Prissy's utter and everlasting humiliation. "Your turn, Johnny me-boy. Your first blow job! I'll finish the mowing and leave your two love birds alone." Hank disappeared, the mower started, completed the small garden area in a few minutes and faded through to gate. John still had not moved. Now real panic set in Prissy's mind. She feared that in addition to her abject humiliation, now she had lost a boy she really liked. She wondered if she had shown too much enthusiasm with Hank. The fact that she so easily got into sucking him troubled her. More troubling was that she wanted to suck John's cock. Yes, 'cock!' And more... "Was it all lost now?" she wondered. Then he stepped to her front, still unsure of himself. Well, unsure from the neck up, but from the waist down his 'little head' had already decided and was painfully tenting his work shorts. He took a grungy towel from his waist and carefully wiped the creamies from Prissy's chin and frock. Then he gently kissed her cheek. Prissy knew her course of action. "Thank you John. You are the sweetest boy on the face of the Earth." she said in perfect feminine dictions, without the slightest trace of stutter or stammer. "I would be honored to suck your sweet cock." John's big and little heads now thought as one as he produced his 'pork.' Prissy was now thinking as sissy after her 'man,' and let some hidden force guide her. It was the new, complete Miss Priscilla Paunceworth who cooed, "Oh, John, it's beautiful!" she said as she leaned forward to give his pulsating pole a tender kiss. "Thank you for sharing it with me." The next lick up the bottom side of John's penis nearly ended the engagement, but Prissy paused, wanting to enjoy him to the fullest despite her severely restricted circumstances. Her next move was to circle his corona before taking his helmet into her willing, hungry mouth. Bondage non-withstanding, Prissy was ruling her man - to her utter delight. John let out a deep moan as she descended down his shaft. She came up dragging her tongue again on his sensitive underside. He made it though only one more descent before losing all his pent-up creamies. Prissy made sure she caught, and savored, all of his nectar. Prissy's own peenie was at high distress. Her little twin plums felt like grapefruits. She needed total relief from this divine boy. As she licked up the remains of his delivery, a light bulb went off in her now completely feminine mind. Looking up into his eyes, she said, "Madame is going to Providence tomorrow afternoon and I'll be alone and unfettered here in the garden." "M-m-may I c-c-come v-v-visit?" the besotted boy stammered out in an amazing twist of roles. "Of course you may, silly. Same time, same place - same sissy," she giggled. "Wear you Sunday best. I shall. And, Johnny, please save up ALL your boy creamies for me. "Rapidly rethinking the schedule," she corrected herself. "Actually, John, why don't you come over at about one o'clock? Madame is leaving early to have brunch with her lover." "Her 'lover'," mused Prissy, "what a wonderful thought!" In mid-muse, John quite impulsively leaned down and gently, but deeply kissed Prissy, cummy mouth and all. Prissy was really moved by that. The boy would have the afternoon of his young life tomorrow, Prissy would see to that. As the boy left pulling his silent mower, bumping into the wall twice in the process, Prissy wondered if she would get into trouble for breaking speech silence. "But how will they know I spoke in the garden? I guess I'm safe," the foolish sissy said aloud to the silent flowers. Prissy's allocation of 'spot on's' had expired for the day. Silly, silly sissy! ***** "Did she really say that?" howled Rudy. "Sweetie," and equally hysterical Augusta replied, "I told you that this is maybe the most guileless sissy I have ever worked with. Every trap we set for her, she didn't just fall into; she ran to it. Actually, most of it's because she's just so naturally sweet. I really hate being harsh on her this way. I'm terrible fond of the child. "Fortunately, this transgression was planned, and the result is precisely what we were looking for. The Doctors Learned and Cutwell will have to analyze the tapes tomorrow night. What this means is that, absent an act of God, nothing is going to prevent a successful outcome to the weekend. All the big risks are behind me now. My greatest concern was the boys. Now it's just own to the younger one, and I doubt any man- caused power on Earth could keep him away from his little pansy prize tomorrow. "By the way," she added whilst lowering her voice, "Are you 'up' for another celebration?" Rudy nodded and the two exchanged a deep kiss. Merstead Hall sissies were not the one ones 'getting lucky.' "Well then, let's chill some bubbly. However, mark my words, loverboy, that sissy will have her way in time. Did you see how she had that boy eating from her hand - and she couldn't even use her hand because it was manacled! Trust me, when she is turned loose in a little less than two years the world will be her oyster! "I'd best get about releasing her and cleanly her up. I think the dear will sleep well tonight. It should take well over an hour. Will you man to kitchen?" "Yes, darling, of course," replied the totally smitten Rudy. ***** Prissy was dreading Madame's arrival. After John had left she realized just how debauched she appeared. She knew her makeup was a total disaster, but the 'Lewinski's' across her dress were disgraceful. Not fully appreciating what she was saying, Prissy uttered, "Oh, no, I hope I haven't blown it!" Another radio classic for the Group's listening audience. However, she certainly had not and was delighted in Madame d'Horscourt's treatment. "Oh my dear, whatever could have happened to you out in this peaceful little garden? You look a fright. But your punishment is over and we shall take you up for a soothing bath and put you in a nice cool summer nightie. Then you can join Rudy and me for a light summer supper. Not only did Madame remove Prissy's restraints, but also the ballet boots. Madame even massaged Prissy's torment feet and ankles for several minutes. However, when Prissy looked towards her chastity device with hopeful eyes, she was told, "That, sweetie, shall have to wait until tomorrow morning. We can't have you making messies all about you bedding today, can we dear?" Talk about more sauce for a certain 'goose' name John! Being free of restraints was divine, the bath was heaven, itself, and the cool, crisp white silk babydoll nightie just what the Doctor (literally) ordered. After the afternoon in ballet boots, Prissy felt strangely more comfortable in high white satin mules. Supper was equally pleasant. Prissy sensed that something special was going on between Madame and Rotor-Rooter-Rudy, which caused her mind to drift to 'her' John. After dinner, Augusta took Prissy upstairs, tended to her beauty creams, girlie pills and set her hair. Prissy was pleased that this time her hair was set in large curls that proved to be comfortable, even girlie-nice. A net was placed over the curls and Prissy was sent to a well-earned early bed. ***** Prissy woke up early Sunday morning after a most alarming night of dreams featuring boys and their 'bits and pieces.' One boy, John, 'stood out' in particular. Despite her chastity device's last hours of grasp, Prissy's bed linen was still a mess. Prissy got up and tended to her morning ablutions with great care. The lingering effects from the ballet boots caused Prissy to feel more comfortable in high heels, even in the privacy of her own toilet. Well, maybe she liked the look too. She douched (three times) and hoovered her hogans at the same time, a first multi-tasking for her - and one she vowed to repeat as the combination was a true clitty-leaking combo. Next, she bathed and pampered her skin as never before. While admiring her newly found soft, supple girlie-boy body in the mirror, Prissy spotted a length of soft satin ribbon that she tied about the base of her tea pot. She finished it off with a cute bow on top that perfectly accented her tiny popsie and pearls. Walking out of the loo with a huge pink fluffy towel wrapped about her, she made a bee-line for the closet hoping to find some goodies suitable for a princess, which was precisely how she felt. Much to her delight, she found a garment bag marked, 'Prissy - Sunday Dress.' How could any sissy resist? Not this one! She ripped into it as it were Christmas morning. Not only was it a spectacular sissy party dress, but all the trimmings came with it in separate little silk bags. It literally was a confection of sugar and spice and everything sissy-nice! The lingerie was delightfully limited to a matched set of white with beautiful peach trim bra, panties garter belt and stockings, without tight corset. A stunning pair of five inch white satin heels with matching bows facing sideward on their ankle straps accompanied the enticing intimates. Well, she was clean, oiled, pampered and powdered, whatever else could she do but dive into the delectable delicates? Her garter belt set the theme for both bra and panties. It was the same ribbon and lace design she had worn with Bunny with elasticized bands that were covered in a ribbon-like ruched satin and lace trim. One band went high about her slim waist and connected four long suspenders that ended in broad peach colored satin ribbons to hide the clasps. The sheer peach-tinted shiny real silk stockings were fully fashioned with seams and accented toes, heels and tops. They were sheer heaven to pull up her long, lean legs. Prissy took great care to make sure her seams were perfectly straight. About her left thigh was a satin and lace wedding garter that supported a huge pastel peach taffeta bow. Prissy simply could not resist adding a pearly bracelet to her right ankle and donning the sexy spikes. Over the suspenders she added the low cut bikini panty with twin silky satin triangles covering her peenie and derriere and ruched trimming that matched the garter belt. The garment made no attempt to flatten Prissy's peenie; it only caressed it - and, for the time being, its chastity device - in a satin pouch. Very large white satin bows adorned each side at her hip, well below the garter belt-accented waistline. Her bra was trimmed identically to the panties. For once it was not open, but merely two brief silk-satin triangles that cupped her budding boobies to perfection. Prissy could not resist fondling her perky little protuberances and tweaking her nubile nipples. Just as Prissy was admiring her image in the long mirror and wondering what to do abut her still curled hair and face, Augusta d'Horscourt entered the room, again with that special womanly glow in overdrive. She again had her hair in that Gibson Girl bun favored by so many of the Merstead Hall denizens. She wore a print silk wrap von Furstenberg that clung to her lithe body like a second skin and high, strappy heels. "My, my! Now who's the eager sissy princess this morning?" she warmly said as she came over carrying a small breakfast tray and gave Prissy a brief kiss on the cheek. "The lingerie is pure perfection on you, Prissy. We will shortly get about sorting out the remainder, but first I want you to nourish yourself. It will be so much easier now before you are made-up and dressed. But do hurry, my dear, we all slept in this morning and time is short. ***** This time Prissy floated down the stairs in a symphony of silky-satin swish. And, best of all, with her very, very erect peenie freed from its nearly week-long prison! The freedom and feel of air under her lightly petticoated skirt was heaven on earth and caused the young sissy to break out in a perfect mezzo soprano verse of "I feel pretty; Oh so pretty!" Reaching the bottom, she gazed in the hall mirror and sang out, "Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me!" Well, truth be told, she was every bit of that and more, Prissy was, indeed, an exceedingly well turned-out sissy! Already a world-class heartbreaker let alone intrepid testical drainer. Her hair had turned out perfectly and in a very sexy new style. It was a variation of an upturned bob, parted slightly to her right side just off front-center. The puffy upward curled ends bounced just over her ears after partially covering her eye brows. A ten inch cute peach taffeta bow rested on the crown of her head and sloped downward to either side in the most alluring manner. The effect was both sissy and vamp, a thermonuclear combination. Prissy's makeup featured fresh peach and tan tones. Her shiny lips, rouged cheeks, and brown liner and mascara gave her a gamine-girlie, innocent, wide-eyed and perpetually surprised look with subtle sexy smoke lying just beneath. To top it all off, Prissy's dress was summer sissy perfection. It was made from sheer silk taffeta in the same darling peach pastel color as her lingerie trim. It had a lace and ruffle rounded yoke that extended over the dress from its sweetheart collar to just above the bosom. Cute, short capped sleeves were on either side of the yoke. The empire waist had a large, ten inch peach bow in front, just under Prissy's budding, but very beguiling, breasts. From the waist down, the short dress flared out over a white taffeta and lace petticoat, its ruffles and lace extending a further inch below the dress' upper thigh hemline, which just barely covered her stocking tops. Both dress and sissy seemed to float through the air. On Prissy's right wrist was a little peach taffeta bow that matched the one on her thigh and on her left wrist was small strand of pearls that, in turn, matched the strand about her neck. Pearl stud earrings and finger rings completed the look. Heartbreaker? If grown men were permitted near her, they would be mortgaging their homes and asking her what color Porsche she wanted. Madame insisted on many pictures of the perfected poppet, which she had to take herself when a distress Rudy was unable to rise from her seat without great embarrassment. After sending Rudy to fetch Merstead Hall's station wagon, Augusta sat Prissy down for a little 'heart-to-heart.' "First of all, Priscilla, I want you to know how proud I am of you. You are simply the most cunningly beautiful sissy I have ever worked with - both inside and out. I think you now know pretty much who and what you are. I'm not sure you have any real idea of how stunningly beautiful you really are, but that will come later. "Never mind how or why I know, just accept I know full well what you have planned for this afternoon. It's time for you to do this - experience this. You're ready, and lord only knows randy enough for it. So have fun, but remember three things. One, someone will always be near should you need help. Two, you may speak to him, but only on limited basis and only when you are feeling completely feminine. We don't want any foul ups in your therapy at this point. Three, he's a very cute young man, but not the love of your life. Oh, and have a wonderful time - you've more than earned it! "We'll be back by five o'clock. Please be presentable by then - I suggest you wear your school uniform that is hanging in your bedroom closet. Don't worry about the bedroom, you are sleeping back at the Hall tonight, and the cleaning lady will be by in the morning. Simply put the, er, soiled clothing in the hamper. "Now give me a little kiss and go out to meet your boyfriend. He's been lurking outside for the past two hours waiting for you to appear," she giggled. ***** After checking herself one last time in the hall mirror, a calm and confident Prissy minced out to the garden, this time sitting on the bench facing away from the flower beds. The time was precisely one o'clock as the far garden gate creaked open. John actually cleaned up well. He was dressed in nicely pressed slacks, dress shirt, striped school tie and blazer. Most impressive, and the ultimate sign of total dedication, his leather loafers were polished. This was serious! The tent in his pants grew another couple of millimeters with each step as he approached the succulent sissy. John was terrified. Over what, he was uncertain. However, the upper part of his body was neither leading him forward, nor pointing the way. That chore had been taken over by a smaller head south of his waist. Prissy approved both of his appearance and his 'leading indicator.' "Hi Prissy," he blunted out in a surprisingly high voice. "Geeze, you look really beautiful." "Why thank you so much, John," Prissy replied with a coy smile as she opened her eyes wdie and flipped her hanging hair back with a practiced movement of her head. "Come sit next to me. And, I prefer to be called Priscilla." John sat next to her in thrall of her outfit, especially her stocking tops that were slowly emerging from her receding hemline. When he turned to look directly into her eyes, even he saw a girl waiting to be kissed. However, when the shy boy hesitated, Prissy literally took things into her own hands as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Despite his initial reluctance, John proved to be a excellent kisser, and Prissy loved to kiss. Finally coming up for breath, John separated himself a few inches and stammered out, "Uhhh, Priss, er Priscilla, I, I want to tell you somethin'. "You know I'm not gay or anythin' like that, but if you would like me to do back to you, er, what you, well, you know, did to me yesterday - you know, kinda 'return the favor,' I'd be willin' to. Not that I'm gay, as I said, but you are simply so beautiful and mean a lot to you, or me. Oh shi..., er, shoot! Well, ya'know, it's okay." Priscilla smiled at the John's awkward attempt and decided to see where it might go, but knew it would not be exactly in the way the boy was contemplating. "John, that's very sweet of you, but I'm different and get my stimulation from other areas as well as my clitty. However, I only want you to go down on my clitty if you actually 'want' to go down on it. Otherwise, rest assured, I have many other ways of deriving pleasure, and one of those just happens to be giving oral sex. So there really is no favor to return. "Now let's get back to that lovely kissing." And indeed they did, until Prissy sensed that the moment for more was upon them. A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, Prissy was once a boy - well, almost a boy, but she knew enough about boys to realize that John's first 'delivery' would be one of the most rapid in recently recorded history. She wanted him in her pussy for a good long time, and now was clearly not that time, despite her aching need. Best to get his initial sperm storm over with now, she realized. She shuffled around and knelt between John's legs. In a flash she had his magnificent, but totally uncontrolled, pleasure pole out of his trousers and into her mouth. That alone caused him to release. His sweet spermies only added to Prissy's fire. It was time to get 'Part A inserted into Part B.' Prissy stuffed the boy's flagging staff back into his pants, took him by the hand and led him into the house. Reaching her bedroom, she ordered him to get undressed, which he did, leaving his crumpled clothes in a pile like the typical teenage boy. After becoming nude, the shy lad did not have a clue what to do with himself and awkwardly stood both trying to act macho and cover his rapidly growing penis at the same time. Prissy smiled at the boyish behavior, relieved that she finally had 'changed sides.' She deeply kissed the shy boy and suggested he sit on the bed while she 'became more comfortable.' Prissy walked over to the closet, making sure that John had a direct line of slight to observe her. Copying Miss Tellit's routine from Prissy's first discipline session, she turned her back to her lover and slowly undid her dress' zipper. After taking her arms out of the sleeves, she hugged the dress's bodice just over her breasts and turn to tantalize John, whose jaw was already agape. After a pouty smile and a blown kiss, she turned her back to him and let the confection of taffeta and lace drop to the floor. It was time for Prissy's pleasure! Like a lioness closing for the kill, she stepped out of her dress and slowly turned to face the boy in her lingerie. John's face went limp. Thankfully his lower, one-eyed smiley face rose like a rocket. He had never seen a picture this sexy on the internet, let alone in real life. Prissy stood for a minute or so with one hip up as she ran her perfectly manicured long, slender finger across each of her remaining garments. Mata Hari never did it better! Prissy was a born cock tease. Prissy like that. Her slow runway strut towards John literally brought him off the bed and to his knees. Prissy liked that even more. Prissy stopped about a foot from John and again ran her hands across her breasts, down her hips and slowly came up to her tiny tented panties where they lingered, slowly stoking her small, but urgently hard clitty. John's hand went to stoke his needy man-nub, but Prissy leaned down and batted it away. "John, that's mine now and I will tell you when and how to use it!" The befuddled, lust ridden boy dumbly nodded in complete submission. Prissy really, really liked that! ***** So did an extremely very attentive audience on the G-550 descending out of 20,000 feet for a vector direct to T. F Green airport. All of its onboard monitors were carrying the up-linked video stream. Despite a weekend of sex-filled frolics, there wasn't a dry panty on board and the sole male sported an immense pole in his pants. "She's a natural!" exclaimed the Grand Mistress Longstreth. Those are moves that even DeeDee would be proud of! My, my, a start is born! Daphne, dear, I must say that's she shall be more than a match for either Heather or you." ***** "John do you want my clitty? Really want my clitty?" she purred. John actually drooled as he nodded and said, "I w-would b-be honored, Miss." "Then, dear boy, crawl over a get it," Prissy breathily replied. "You know you've been dreaming about it, now suck it and show me how much you love me." John came to her and raised his hands to Prissy's thighs, tracing over her stocking tops and suspenders as his face came even with Prissy's panties. "Kiss my panties, then slowly lower and remove them. Unwrap the prize you have been lusting over," she commanded. John did just that, having no idea that he was moaning in lust the entire time. When he returned to Prissy's throbbing sissy shaft, he discovered the cute white satin ribbon and bow adorning it. "Yes, dear, it's all wrapped up with a pretty bow for you," prissy cooed. John hungrily looked up into her eyes to ask silent permission. "Yes, Johnny," Prissy said, "you may suck my peenie, but first kiss away the little pearls at its tip. They're called sissy tears and it's the sweetest nectar of all." John gently took his first taste of she-cum with another deep moan and then proceeded to give Prissy a most acceptable oral accounting. As she neared her long-awaited peak, Prissy gently took her lover's bobbing head into her hands and said, "Johnny, I may be sissy small, but you are about to discover we special girls produce amazing amounts of sissy creamies. I want you swallow every drop to show me how much you worship me." A muffled okay came from John as Prissy grasped his head tightly and began pumping her prodigious peenie production - all six days of it - into a very surprised, but very willing mouth. "Whew, I really needed that," thought Prissy. "I can't believe I ate the whole thing," thought John. The two young lovers disengaged a bit, while Prissy contemplated her next move; Johnny - rather than 'John' - awaiting instruction. Prissy knew that it was high time for some serious pootie penetration of trans- orgasmic proportions. It was just a matter of the best way to get - and stay - there. "Let's give the boy the total girlie thing," she silently resolved. "Anyway, I need a little recharging here." "Come along, Johnny, time to discover your girlfriend's other charms. Lay down on the bed, facing up on your back," Prissy sweetly, but firmly commanded. Once he was prone on the bed, Prissy straddled his stomach, leaving his pointy pecker just touching valley of forbidden delights that laying between her sweet buns. Facing him she once again began to outline the twin triangles of her silky bra, making sure that her pert little nipples were clearly outlined. Much to Prissy's delight, Johnny's hand came up and began softly toying with her both popsie and pink plums, which were shameless facing him in their entire sissy splendor. Prissy began a series of teasing rhetorical questions. "Don't you want to sample my girlie charms? Do you like my little sissy titties? See how they bulge out just begging to be kissed. Do you know how much we girls love that?" The only response from the boy was a gurgle and noticeable throbbing in his penis that Prissy could feel on her bum. Without expecting a reply, Prissy reached behind her and undid her bra clasp, but held it in position between her arms and sides as she shrugged the shoulder straps off her shoulders. Reaching around, she cupped each breast with the opposite hand, moving her perfect A-cup mounds together to form some cleavage. Johnny nearly fainted with lust as he tried to reach for the delectable treats with his free hand. "No-no, bad boy!" chided Prissy. "Wait until they are offered. You haven't even seen them yet!" Poor Johnny retreated as Prissy slowly lower the bra, allowing the soft fabric to tease her flesh as it went. Once lowered, she cast it to one side and cupped her bared bosom. "Aren't they lovely?" the lioness cooed as her mouth grasped her prey's neck. "Small, but perfectly formed with beautiful girlie nipples. See how hard and ready they are. Would my little boy-toy like to suckle them?" "Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle," responded her prey. Prissy leaned over, pushing her shoulders forward to perfectly display the twin treasures as his head rose to meet nirvana. It was an even match as to whom enjoyed it more. Prissy feed the willing lad her pert peaks, alternating between them until her pussy screamed for relief of its own. Her clitty was already in full drip mode as she reached over to the nightstand for some lubricant. In doing so, she decided upon just one more diversion before she received what she fully hoped would be the ramming of her young life. As Prissy reversed her straddle so Johnny and she were in the sixty-nine position, she said, "Johnny, we sissies need very special pootie preparation. It's called the LDP method - lubricate, dilate, penetrate. It was developed by some girls down in New York City." Before Prissy could finish, Johnny did an astounding thing. He parted the twin-peak gates to paradise and began kissing Prissy's pussy. The boy certainly was a self starter and now was promising to become a high achiever. When his tongue penetrated her rosy gate, she knew she had a winner! So much for dilation. After 'Mr. Puff 'n Stuff' Prissy figured she could take on a horny mule. Prissy took the remaining matters into her own hands and lubricated his pink throbber for its next mission. "Enough of this foreplay stuff," she thought, "I need it NOW!" She rotated again, position herself over Johnny's twelve o'clock hickory-dickory, taking it into her warm deep dock in one smooth stroke. When she reached its base, both came with a shock of Richter Scale magnitude. Johnny squirted deep in Prissy, and Prissy spray cover Johnny's face. After a moment, Prissy hissed out, "Now loverboy, you may proceed to really fuck my brains out. And you'd best be good or you will never taste this sissy's sweet pussy again in your life." After a slight sag, Johnny more than rose to the occasion. Across the bed. Across the room. Prissy on top. Johnny on top. Sideways - 'everyways' but upside-down, and that only because they did not have gravity boots! Prissy lost track of orgasms as they simply merged into a chain that resulted in one monumental, tectonic climax, after which Prissy simply fainted and Johnny dozed off in exhaustion. This 'youth' was NOT wasted on the young. Prissy's ass was literally grass, and Johnny was the mower. Can Lawn-Boy build mowers or what? Well, I guess so! ***** During the next week, Prissy wore her new uniform: short, flippy fuchsia pleated skirt with straps over her shoulders, sheer round collar white blouse that buttoned up her back and fuchsia five inch heels with cute ankle bows. She was still tightly laced, but her 'fanny friend' was gone and her bra and panties of the briefer style she had worn the day before. To Prissy's delight, her corset now had four ruffled suspenders that went down to her white opaque bow- and ruffle-topped stockings. She wore her pearl strands, rings and earrings and a small flirty shoulder bag matched her shoes. Her morning and evening routines were changed. Prissy was now solely responsible for doing her makeup and hair, including placing it in curlers each evening and combing it out each morning. Although the curlers made sleeping more difficult, Prissy found it strangely satisfying to be in them. Even better were the results. Prissy quite fancied her Sunday do. Likewise, Prissy now performed her own tittie treatments, which she found increasing pleasure in - both sensory and pride in their rapid development. As for sex, it was suggested that she use the 'items' in her nightstand, like every other woman does. Thankfully the dreaded P-Book was dropped. Prissy was now an accepted sissy. Speech classes were intense. Doctor Learned spent a least an hour each day personally supervising her progress. Prissy was now speaking in full sentences under supervision, but otherwise maintained the school's silence. Her songs were used during her lengthy deportment training periods with Madame d'Horscourt. The regular Wednesday half day was cancelled to make up for the prior week's lost time. However, strenuous and tiring her routine, Prissy was comfortable and derived great satisfaction in her progress. Miss Tellit was her loving self, but seemed strangely distant. Prissy could not help but notice that she now wore an ankle bracelet with the outline, but not the detail of the emblem of the Order. However, Prissy was cautious to not ask about it, nor was any explanation offered. Sessions with Doctor Cutwell were brief and only covered specific problems Prissy was having, which typically dealt with makeup and hair styling. Poor Johnny was a train wreck. All he could think of was his darling Priscilla. Thursday evening, Prissy began thinking of him. The dildo du jour just was not the same thing. Unsure of how to proceed, Prissy resolved to discuss the matter in more detail with Doctor Cutwell the next day. When Prissy approached the psychologist's office, she found a note taped to door redirecting her to the Headmistress' office. Arriving at Doctor Learned's office, Winnie, who was again in the outside secretary's cubicle, showed Prissy in immediately. After entering the inner sanctum with more than a few trepidations, Prissy found not only Doctor Learned, but also Doctor Cutwell and Miss Tellit. After a deep curtsey, Prissy was invited to join them in a sitting area near a large window. Doctor Learned began, "Priscilla, we are all delighted with your progress. However, we must accelerate our schedule as your mother is arriving early next week and we want you ready in all respects. "It is the consensus of all, that you have attained full sissyhood in that you are now both personally and sexually comfortable with who and what you are. Are we corrected in that assessment? "Oh, and you make speak freely, although in the measured, controlled manner you have been taught." "Yes, Ma'am, I am," Prissy replied. "Excellent," said Doctor Learned. "Cordelia, will you please review what comes next?" "Of course, Lavinia," Doctor Cutwell answered. "Priscilla, we have discussed how the stammering was connected to the boy. And, my dear, you most certainly are no longer that, if you ever were in the first place. The trick is to let the girl in you take over your speech going forward. We have drilled you in voice control and proper diction to the point where it should be rote to you now. The girl in you is now free. You speak flawlessly under controlled circumstances here at the Hall. You also speak flawlessly when the girl in you is in complete control, despite the, er, 'distractions.' "Or," she laughed, "perhaps 'because of' the 'distractions!' At any rate, it is now time to once and for all join the speech and the girl, if you will." Doctor Learned leaned forward, stared at Prissy and said, "Priscilla, are you girl enough to take over your speech? It's really as simple as that." Prissy flipped her hair away from one eye, looked directly in Lavinia Learned's eyes with a demure smile and said, "Yes, Ma'am, I am." "Then Priscilla, you are now free to speak with one, and only one, condition. That condition is that you remain totally sissified - in mind, body, deportment and frilly little girl dresses until you reach your eighteenth birthday, which is just over a year away. "Priscilla, do you accept this condition?" Again looking Doctor Learned in the eye, Priscilla said, "Yes, Ma'am, I do. Your 'condition' is how I wish to lead my life from now on anyway. Going back to being an icky boy would be a fate worse than death - even worse than stammering." "Excellent! Our job at Merstead Hall is completed. However, your job, Priscilla, has only begun. You must continue to strive for sissy perfection. Nothing less will be acceptable. To this end, two important things have occurred. "One, this Monday Theodosia will accompany your mother and you back to London where your mother is resettling. Theo will stay on as your governess for the balance of the summer. Second, and most impressive, none other than Grand Mistress Constance Longstreth has taken a keen personal interest in both you and Theo. This will be of great benefit for not only the two of you, but also your mother, who is developing - how may I put it? Well, 'new skills' seems to fit. "Also, Priscilla, you will gain a sissy girlfriend in Constance's daughter, Daphne. Furthermore, I understand that DeeDee Moore - who also happens to be a Grand Mistress - is going to ask both Daphne and you to be flower girls at her wedding, which really is exciting and a great honor, and especially so for such a new sissy! Priscilla, I hope you appreciate the magnitude of the honor of gaining the favor of two of the three grand mistresses of the Order." Prissy just beamed. Then a troubling thought occurred to her, which nearly caused her to lapse into stammering. Mustering up all her speech training, she carefully said, "What...a...bout...my...fa...ther?" "Oh, my dear, come here," replied Lavinia Learned as she open her arms. "I should have covered that topic up front. "First, allow me to congratulate yo