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You're Mine Now Sissy - A Continuation (3) free porn video
You're mine now sissy! - a continuation (3)
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[Note: This is a third continuation of a story originally written by
Sarah Kentish and which you can find on Storysite.org. I always liked the
story and I hoped that she would write more. You might want to read the
original first, as well as her 2 other stories so that you're familiar
with the context and characters. The positive responses to my first and
second chapters have encouraged me to add more.]
I hurriedly polished the many mirrors that were spread around the salon
as I had been instructed to. The salon was due to open in only five
minutes time and I had to be finished in time or I would incur a
punishment. After finishing my transformation from man to sissy salon
girl, Aunty Jane had showed me the dreaded punishment book. It was a
small, black leather-bound journal which would list all of my
transgressions, together with the punishments that I received. Although
she had not yet spelt out exactly what the punishments might entail.
Thankfully there were no entries at present but I had a horrible feeling
that things would change before much longer.
Finishing the final mirror I walked across the salon to tidy away
carefully all of my cleaning equipment. With every step I could feel the
tiny skirt of my pink latex dress rising up even higher to reveal my
frilly pink panties. Everywhere I turned I could see yet another image of
my exposed humiliation reflected in the many glass surfaces. My feet were
already feeling the pinch of the tight heels I was wearing and my calves
were aching.
"Come here sissy!" a stern voice commanded.
I quickly tidied away my things and tried to rush back into the salon to
see what Aunty Jane wanted, still not used to my new heels.
She stood by the reception desk tapping a pen with some degree of
impatience.
"Sissy when I say come here I mean now. Do you understand or do we need
to make an entry in the punishment log already?"
"I'm very sorry Madame" I hastily apologized.
"Stand still and let me inspect you before any of my customers arrive. I
can't have you letting my salon down" she said.
I tried to stand still as she ran a critical eye over my new uniform. She
lowered the zip of my dress and tightened the strings of my corset some
more and pulled taught the suspenders dangling from it. I then felt a
hand lifting my abbreviated skirt and then the billowing petticoats
underneath.
"Oh dear sissy" she smirked, "It looks as if someone has a run in one of
her brand new stockings".
Turning around in horror I saw the tell-tale run in the left stocking. I
was puzzled as it had not been there a moment earlier. I started to
protest but a harsh glance from Aunty Jane silenced me.
"That will be your first punishment sissy - the first of many perhaps"
she said as turned to make an entry in the punishment log.
"Yes Madame" I replied, trying to work out exactly what punishment would
now be inflicted upon me.
We were interrupted by the tinkling of the door bell announcing that our
first customer of the day had arrived. I hoped that it was no one that I
knew, although they would find it hard to recognize me in my new feminine
guise. A middle aged woman stood in the reception looking with some
surprise at me.
"Good morning Mrs. Cole" Aunty Jane explained, "This is my latest salon
girl - Sissy".
"Hello Sissy" Mrs. Cole answered, "Don't you look pretty all in pink".
"Thank you Madame" I replied, blushing and desperately wanting to run
away and hide.
"Curtsy sissy" Aunty Jane snapped.
Not sure quite what to do I grasped the edges of my tiny little skirt and
raising it slightly bent my knees and bowed my head to the customer.
"No, no, no, sissy. Not like that" Aunty Jane shouted, "That will be a
second punishment for you".
After writing again in the log she grabbed me firmly by the ear and
dragged me painfully towards the rear of the salon.
"Listen and listen carefully sissy. When you greet a customer you are to
hold the hem of your skirt AND the hem of your petticoats" she paused,
looking at me.
Realizing what she wanted I took hold of my skirt and petticoats.
"Good. Now raise them both above your waist" she continued.
Lifting both garments as instructed, I could see in the mirrors that all
of my pink plastic panties could now be seen by anyone nearby.
"Now bend your knees" she continued, "Lower. Lower!"
Completing the curtsy I stood upright once more.
"That definitely needs a lot of work sissy but that is exactly how you
will now greet every single customer. Understood?"
"Yes Madame" I meekly replied, dreading having to expose myself like this
all the time to people.
"Good. Now, take Mrs. Cole's coat, help her into a cape and bring her
over to my station".
I walked back to reception and curtseyed deeply to Mrs. Cole, remembering
to lift both my skirt and petticoats above my waist.
"May I take your coat Madame" I offered.
I took the customer's coat and then helped her into one of the salon's
shiny latex capes, before leading her over to Aunty Jane's styling chair.
As she started to work on her client's hair I suddenly felt a hand on my
thigh. I glanced down and saw that Mrs. Cole had put her hand on my leg.
Her hand then started to climb up my leg and then disappeared under my
skirt and petticoats. To my surprise I then felt the waistband of my
panties being pulled down and then tugged to my knees. I stared straight
ahead and noticed that both Mrs. Cole and Aunty Jane were chatting away
as if nothing was going on.
I then felt a hand starting to stroke my ass cheeks, and then the nails
of that hand gently raking across the waxed skin of my ass. I then felt
the fingers move around and then grasp my testicles in a firm grip. Mrs.
Cole turned her head to look at me and then, with a fixed smile on her
face, squeezed hard until the tears started to stream down my cheeks.
"She's well behaved for a new girl" Mrs. Cole spoke.
"Well she has a lot of work to do but one day I hope that she might be a
good little worker" Aunty Jane replied.
Thankfully the tight grip was then released and I felt my panties being
pulled back up into place.
"Sissy, you had better go and fix your make-up" Aunty Jane instructed.
I hurried to the rear of the salon, my testicles still aching. Glancing
in a mirror I saw the trails down my cheeks left by my tears and I
quickly tried to repair my mascara. I also re-arranged my skirt and
petticoats after making sure my panties were back in place. Clearly this
was a special kind of salon and I had no idea what else might be seen as
normal in this strange place.
"You must be the new sissy" a voice behind me interrupted my thoughts.
A woman in her mid-twenties stood looking at me. She was very pretty with
shoulder length brown hair and dressed in a white blouse and tight black
leather trousers.
"Do a twirl for me Sissy" she spoke.
Self-consciously I turned to show the woman my work outfit. She ran her
hands over my plastic dress and lifted my skirt to look at my starched
petticoats and plastic frilled knickers underneath. Then she ran a finger
over my shaved scalp.
"Mmm, I can't wait to shave you myself sissy" she told me, "Saturday is
always our busiest so I'll talk to Aunty Jane about shaving you then, in
the middle of the salon wearing nothing but your panties and a see-
through plastic cape. That should be a good show for our customers and it
will give you something to worry about until then" she laughed as she
went back into the salon.
That first encounter with Mrs. Cole set the pattern for the rest of my
first day at the salon. Although my technique of curtsying got better,
the embarrassment I felt each time never got any less. Neither could I
forget that every time I moved my skirt was rising up. While not all of
the customers abused me in the way that she had, many did or they had
their own way of increasing my embarrassment and humiliation. One
customer had me carry her shopping back to her car - a good 20 minute
walk away. While another insisted I get her a special coffee from a
store.
Luckily I concentrated hard so that by 5 o'clock I had made no more
errors and the punishment log contained only 2 entries. As I helped the
last customer on with her coat I could see Aunty Jane looking at the log
with some interest and writing something down. With a quick curtsy I let
the customer out of the salon and locked the door with a sigh of relief.
While things had been tough, they perhaps had not been as bad as they
could have been.
"Sissy!"
I rushed over to where Aunty Jane stood, not wishing to add to my list of
punishments.
"So" she asked, "It's now time to look at your punishment log for the day
isn't it".
"Yes Madame" I answered.
"Well the grand total for today is 27" she informed me, "Rather high
don't you think?"
"But I thought it was only 2" I gasped.
"Well my ladies were kind enough to tell me of a lot of your mistakes and
the girls in the salon spotted some too Sissy".
To prove her point Aunty Jane showed me the log of my sins; failing to
curtsy low enough (5), failing to lift skirt and petticoats during curtsy
(2), failing to lift skirt and petticoats above the waist during curtsy
(8), smudged lipstick (1), scratched nail varnish on fingers (3), times
caught standing doing nothing (8).
"Well, do you have anything to say sissy?" she inquired.
I started to protest but then I caught sight of the look on her face and
decided that perhaps the best course of action was silence. I shook my
head while looking down at the floor.
"You need to learn sissy to always look after your appearance, and to
always do exactly what you have done told, and when you are told to do
it".
She walked to the front of the salon and closed the shop blinds and made
sure the door was bolted. Turning back towards me she gave me my new
orders.
"Stand in the middle of the salon and wait. Take this time to think about
your sins sissy" she said as she disappeared upstairs.
I had no idea how long I stood naked in the salon waiting. All I could
see was my girly image staring back at me.
Suddenly Aunty Jane re-appeared, now dressed from head to toe in shiny
black latex. Her hair was drawn back tightly from her face and she wore
no make-up apart from a thick coat of scarlet lipstick on her hips. The
boots she now wore added inches to her height so that she now towered
over me even more.
"Well my little sissy, I think we have learnt several important lessons
today. Firstly, I was generous enough to give you the luxury of a skirt
and petticoats, but you have shown you aren't capable of handling them
correctly. So, for the rest of week you will wear neither. Secondly,
several of my customers found you not submissive enough so we need to do
some training. Finally, we have to administer punishment, which today is
one stroke of the cane for every mistake, so making 27 strokes in all. Do
you have anything to say Sissy?"
I thought of trying to explain but then wisely decided just to apologize
and accept my punishment.
Aunty Jane sat in one of the salon chairs and indicated for me lie across
her lap. I lay across the shiny latex covered legs. I felt the skirt of
my plastic dress being lifted over my back and then my plastic panties
being pulled down. I then felt a soft hand stroking my ass cheeks and
then I heard a sharp whistling sound. Suddenly the burning sting as what
must have been her can connected with my bare skin. I had expected to
feel pain but nothing prepared me for the searing agony as wood met
flesh.
I started to scream out but a firm hand grasped my face stifling any
sound.
"Keep quiet now or we will have to start from zero Sissy. Now, count off
each strike" she demanded.
Aunty Jane took her time with the caning, allowing the pain to subside
slightly and increasing my anticipation of when the next strike would be.
I thought that the pain would get less but with each stroke it grew in
intensity. When the assault finally ended my eyes were red from crying
and my ass burned from the punishment inflicted upon it.
"There you are sissy, another step completed on your journey" she
informed me, "Let's hope that you learn your lesson and perform better
tomorrow".
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