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What makes a sissy happy? What makes a sissy's Mistresses happy? It's complicated. Author's note: Although I'm posting this in serial form, I assure you, dear reader, this humble offering consisting of eight chapters, is complete. "Tweak" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 - 2010 All Rights Reserved Chapter Four - What's A Sissy To Do "You have made your Mistress very happy, sissy Simonne. Let's see if we can't make you just as happy." She led him to the bedroom where she had laid out the several garment bags on the bed. As Simon accurately surmised the bags contained some of her sissiest costumes. Melissa began with the basics. Her silkiest, laciest, frilliest lingerie. The same lingerie Simonne always drooled over whenever he saw her wearing it. She wrapped a lace trimmed satin garter belt around his tiny waist. It perfectly framed his still-unsatisfied raging seven-inch cock. She slithered a pair of the sheerest pink silk stockings onto his legs and watched with amusement as he struggled to fasten his garters for the first time -- eight in all. When he finally managed, with a little assistance from her, to arrange them taut and smooth she slipped a pair of pink Mary Jane's on his tiny feet. Size four with five-inch heels. Simon looked perplexed when he saw that his silk stockings only covered his legs to just an inch above his knees. If anything his cock seemed to erect even more! His perfect balance in such outrageously high footwear made her wonder if he hadn't practiced in heels while Miss Linda was at work. Then she realized that couldn't be possible. Miss Linda's 'practical' footwear was no higher than an inch and a half. Sissy Simonne interrupted her thoughts as he watched her select the blouse his first costume required. "No bra, Mistress Melissa?" he asked timidly. "Surely there's a bra to go with the rest of this beautiful lingerie." "No bra for you, my sissy Simonne. A bra might suggest you weren't a true sissy. We wouldn't want that. Would we?" She gently raked a sharp fingernail across his nipples. She laughed as her sissy reflexively licked his lips and began to drop to his knees. "No, no, sissy Simonne, not unless I tweak you," she chastised him, despite the fact that her training had produced such effective and predictable results. And that his predictable response had caused her own clit to become rigid. Again! But she was on a mission and ignored her own growing urgent need for relief. She held up his blouse. A sheer chiffon, pale-pink blouse with buttons in back. A single panel of pink ruffles ran along the entire length of the front bisecting his clearly visible nipples. It fit like a second skin and his erect nipples enticingly poked out the sheer material. The billowing chiffon sleeves ended with four-inch wide satin cuffs which were hemmed with two inches of ruffles. She helped him step into a billowing pair of pure French silk pettipanties. Their short hem left his long garters and the tops of his stockings embarrassingly exposed. His raging cock was tenting the front of his pettipanties in precisely the manner she had envisioned. He gasped when she held out a pair of maroon velvet shorts. They were trimmed in hot-pink satin and buttoned along his right hip. Their loose fit allowed his cock to tent out the sissy shorts obscenely and the flared legs almost looked like he might be wearing a skirt. But not quite. The ruffled hem of his pettipanties peeked out from below the hem of his mid-thigh sissy shorts. As Melissa began removing the mass of curlers covering his previously chocolate brown locks she mused, "Oh my lovely sissy Simonne, the girls at the club are gonna love you in this outfit. You'll be an instant star! An instant cum slut star!" "Mistress Melissa," he cried, "surely you don't mean to take me to the club dressed like this! I could never go to the club wearing such a sissy outfit. I look like a sissified Little Lord Fauntleroy!" For the first time Simon was beginning to realize that Melissa, his Mistress Melissa, had every intention of showing him off to everyone as the sissy he was. It was his deepest fear. And, he was beginning to realize, his deepest desire. And what would Miss Linda think of him? "Don't be so na?ve, my little sissy!" Melissa chided as she fussed with his comb-out, arranging his platinum blond sausage curls into an almost perfect replication of Shirley Temple's famous style. Almost perfect because Ms. Temple's trademark coif was a lovely honey blond. "You don't think I intend to keep my perfect creation hidden away from the rest of the world, do you? That would be a crime. A crime against nature," she giggled. She picked up a can of super-hold hairspray and began liberally applying it. When Simon looked in the mirror he was shocked to see that the hairspray was tinted. His platinum blond curls now had the lightest cast of shocking pink. Shocking pink which matched his lipstick! "Oh my!" was all he could utter as he sat transfixed by his sissy image. As she plucked away at his already sparse eyebrows, forming them into whisper thin feminine arches, she cooed, "Besides, my submissive sissy, just think of all the cummies you'll be able to swallow there. No queen in the club will be able to resist having these shocking pink lips wrapped around their clits. Or wrapping their lips around your beautiful cock when they see it tenting out the sissy shorts you're wearing." "Mistress Melissa, please let me tuck my clit back like all the other queens! I can't imagine anything more embarrassing than being forced to parade in front of everyone with my clit poking out like it is now! Please don't make me do that!" "First of all Simonne, as a sissy you can't possibly have a clit! Sissies have cocks -- sissy cocks. Of course, most sissy cocks are so tiny they're barely visible. But yours! Yours is a rare cock indeed for a sissy to be sporting. And no one will want to miss the opportunity to gobble every last inch of it deep into their throat." "And make me cum!" he giggled with gleeful anticipation. "God, I haven't cum in so long! Maybe it'll be worth dressing like this just to be able to cum!" "Ahh yes," Melissa replied calmly, as she put the finishing touches on his sissy make-up. "you are in such desperate need to cum. Aren't you? I'm afraid you'll have to put that thought on the back burner. Until your training is complete there'll be no cumming for Mistress Melissa's submissive little sissy Simonne. After all, the desire for the relief you so desperately seek will be your primary motivation to please me, don't you see." "How long, Mistress Melissa? How long will I have to wait?" "Until you have proven to me that being a truly submissive sissy is your sole reason for existing. And until your precious Miss Linda demonstrates her willingness to do anything and everything to make me happy," she added mysteriously. "Miss Linda? I don't understand." "Sissy Simonne, a truly benevolent Mistress like myself is primarily concerned that her submissive sissy, her property if you will, is always happy. Answer me this. What would make my submissive little sissy happier than anything else in the world? Besides pleasing me, that is?" "Oh Mistress Melissa, you know what that would be," he blushed. "There's nothing that would make me happier than seeing Miss Linda wearing the sexy clothes all the queens at the club wear. Not just wearing them, but wanting to wear them! To revel in wearing them! To know that wearing them makes her the sexiest woman in the world! Besides you, Mistress Melissa." "Exactly right!" Melissa exclaimed. "And all I have to do, all we have to do, is train your precious Miss Linda to understand that the only way she'll ever be happy is to willingly, eagerly even, wear all the things you've been wanting her to wear. What makes your precious Miss Linda happy, sissy Simonne?" "My tongue buried deep inside her pussy, Mistress Melissa. My tongue!" Simon responded without giving it a second thought. "Exactly right again! Just as you're learning to instantly gobble my clit at the slightest tweak of your nipples, your precious Miss Linda must learn that seeing her in a pair of silk panties, or a garter belt and nylons, or a pair of six-inch stilettos, will have your tongue buried precisely where she wants it. It's a win-win-win situation!" "Oh Mistress Melissa, do you really think so?" "Have I been wrong about anything so far, you na?ve little sissy?" "No Mistress," he was forced to agree. "Good. Now then, enough chit-chat. Stand up and let me look at you. Look at yourself. Look at the perfect sissy you will soon become." Simon stood and swished his way over to the full length mirror. Melissa was thrilled to see him swish that way. Of course he could do nothing less in those five-inch heels. While Simon posed and preened in front of the mirror, Melissa began assembling her own outfit from another of the garment bags. She laid out the black leather bustier with its eight dangling garters, her opera length fully fashioned seamed nylons, and her seven-inch black patent leather stilettos. "Before I paint your nails, sissy Simonne, you may help me dress," she commanded. "Help you dress, Mistress Melissa?" he asked tentatively. He'd never helped anyone dress before. Not even Miss Linda. "Of course, help me dress. It's part of your training. And must become one of your required duties. Along with bathing me, making me up, styling my hair. Even performing my toilette. Douching me and, well you know, assisting me in the same way you did a while ago. On the potty." "Oh Mistress Melissa! I had no idea!" "There's lots you have no idea about, sissy Simonne. Lots." Melissa stood motionless. Waiting for her submissive sissy to begin. This would be good training for him, she knew. And soon he'd be craving to cater to her every need. He picked up the bustier and approached her. He marveled at how such an imposing looking garment could feel so weightless. He wrapped it around her torso and began securing the dozen or so hooks and eyes in the front. Her d-cup tits sat imposingly on the 'shelf' bra leaving her magnificent nipples fully exposed. She turned her back to him and he began tightening the silken laces. When he thought he had them as tight as he could possibly get them she pooh-pooh'd his pathetic effort and told him there was still a long way to go until the edges of the bustier kissed each other. He was actually perspiring when, after much effort, he had completed his first task. Melissa turned to face him. She smiled as she gently, lovingly, tweaked both his nipples. Simon immediately dropped to his knees and engulfed her clit. He could feel her urgency and felt proud that he could cause her such exquisite pleasure. Melissa was pleased to look down and see her sissy at full, straining, painful erection. She knew just how desperate he was to cum. And, if she didn't do something to prevent it, it would be impossible for him not to take matters into his own hands. As she pumped, what was it, her fifth gargantuan load of creamy cum into her sissy's gaping mouth, she knew what she must do to save her sissy Simonne from temptation. It was the only answer. As she helped him to his feet she began unbuttoning his sissy velvet shorts and lowered them, along with his pettipanties, to his knees. His cock was angry and purple. She feared the merest touch would cause it to explode in a cummy mess all over the room. She reached into one of her overnight cases and retrieved the only tool she knew would guarantee his abstinence. She held it up for his inspection. A bewildered Simon still had no idea what she was about to do. Without touching him directly she quickly encircled the base of his cock with the solid gold ring and snapped it shut. She had the only keys in existence. The ring, she knew, would serve several purposes. It would surely prevent him from cumming until she, and she alone, permitted it. It would also prevent the blood engorging his cock from draining and thereby keep him at full staff at all times. He'd be always at the ready to fuck his precious Miss Linda's pussy when Melissa allowed it. Or Melissa's always demanding tranny pussy. But, he would get no desperately needed relief himself. The perfect training aid! Simon was shocked! The second he felt the constricting ring he knew what it meant. He was at once devastated and yet surprisingly proud that she had thought so highly of him to enslave him in this manner. As proof of her complete domination she knelt at his feet and engulfed his cock deep into her throat. The warmth and wetness of his Mistress' mouth caused Simon's knees to buckle. Although he always enjoyed Miss Linda's blow jobs on the rare occasions she graced him in that manner, it was never like this. On the other hand Miss Linda would never swallow or, god forbid, even allow him to cum in her mouth. It was always the same routine. She had some sort of sixth sense which alerted her just before he was about to cum. And at that precise instant she'd grip his cock, pull it from her mouth, and watch as he spurted his load all over his stomach. Then she'd roll over, leaving him to clean up his cummy mess. Maybe now that it would be impossible for him to cum she might reconsider and suck his needy cock more often. Simon furiously bucked his hips and forced his cock deep into his Mistress' throat. Try as he might, he could not unload the gallon of pearly cream which had been building for the past few days. He had never felt so frustrated in his entire life. Melissa continued bobbing on his aching dick, clenching her throat muscles to stimulate him to heights he'd never imagined. To further frustrate and demonstrate her absolute control over his most basic need, she shoved three fingers deep into his ass. When she diddled his prostate, that most sensitive love button deep in his bowels, he just about fainted. He could feel his entire body tense and shudder like it had never done before. The difference being that Simon got no relief whatsoever. Only the unbelievably frustrating knowledge that it was his Mistress who was in complete control. Melissa kept Simon on the verge for almost thirty minutes. The longest he'd ever lasted with Linda was three all-too-short minutes. His demanding humping and moans of frustration was music to Melissa's ears. She knew this carefully selected submissive sissy would eagerly comply with her every demand. All she had to do was dangle the carrot from the stick. The mere hint of a promise of being allowed to cum 'someday' was enough to keep him groveling at her feet. Just like the promise of Simon's tongue buried deep inside her pussy was all that would be necessary to keep his precious Miss Linda begging to wear all the silks and satins and lace which would keep her sissy Simonne happy. Melissa finally rose to her feet in majestic triumph. Simon was in tears but ultimately thrilled that he had so thoroughly pleased his Mistress. Nevertheless, he couldn't help asking, "But Mistress Melissa, how will I be able to pee with this devilish device constricting me so?" "Silly sissy," she giggled, "you won't. At least not without me around to unlock you. You can rest assured that you and I are now joined at the hip, so to speak. You'll never want to be far from me. Not if you want to pee! Of course, I'll need you around constantly to assist me. I have a very weak bladder!" Her laugh was loving and devilish at the same time. She got no sexual thrill from forcing the hapless Simon to debase himself so thoroughly. But his willingness to engage in this form of water sport was proof- positive of his submissive nature. "Speaking of peeing, my darling sissy sub, I do need to relieve myself urgently." She tweaked his nipple and he instantly dropped to his knees. He sealed his lips around her flaccid clit, gripping it firmly in his tiny fist to at least try and control the flow. He could feel the hot and steamy liquid begin its journey towards his mouth. He slowly released the pressure of his grip to allow his Mistress to relieve the pressure in her bladder. As her salty urine began to flow he found that he could indeed control the rush. It made his task much easier, if not even enjoyable. He took his time and was careful to not allow even one drop to escape. Mistress Melissa was in no hurry either. The last thing either of them wanted was to have his sissy costume saturated with the scent of pee. It took Simon almost a full five minutes to completely drain Melissa. Both were highly satisfied with his attention to detail. And both knew for certain that Simon would be her most personal attendant for the foreseeable future. Melissa handed her hosiery to the still kneeling Simon. It was a bit of an effort but he managed to encase her silky legs and secure the eight garter tabs. He slipped the seven-inch pumps onto her feet. Then stood with a proud smile on his face. Melissa towered over him. He bowed his head in submission. "Well done, sissy Simonne! Well done indeed! As long as you're halfway out of this sissy costume, let's try another. I think you'll simply adore the next one I've selected," she giggled. That being said, Melissa unzipped another garment bag and held up a sissy dress. A sissy dress more suited for a ten year old! The very same sissy dress Simon had drooled over when she wore it to the club just last week. And Simon was beginning to lick his lips and drool just like he did then. Pink! Of course it had to be pink! And not your typical, off-the-rack satin sissy dress either. Melissa would never be caught in anything so commonplace and boring. Nosiree! And, she'd never allow her sissy Simonne to be caught in anything off-the-rack. The obscenely large income generated by her exclusive nightclub allowed her many such indulgences. The sissy dress she had brought for Simon was the finest, purest, sheerest, most decadent French silk to be found anywhere. The white lace trim on the sweetheart bodice and the poufy capped sleeves was nothing less than the most delicate Chantilly lace. The sheer skirt allowed all admirers to view to their heart's content the billowy and frothy white chiffon petticoat underneath. A petticoat so voluminous that, even though lighter than a cloud, it would pouf out the skirt of the dress to an impossible angle. Even the slightest bend at the waist would offer a tantalizing view of his hot pink sissy panties and matching garter belt. Not to mention the pale pink silk stockings! Shiny pink patent leather Mary Jane's with five-inch heels would perfectly compliment the outfit and accentuate any sissy's legs. Especially Simon's. Simon gazed at the creation with unabashed lust. And a bit of trepidation knowing his Mistress fully intended to show him off in this dress to everyone at the club. He literally shook with anticipation. And his choked-off sissy cock was pulsing angrily. Begging for relief. Simon began by strapping the silk garter belt around his waist. Then carefully rolled his new silk stockings into donuts and slithered them up his silky smooth legs. This time, although his fingers shook uncontrollably, he had little difficulty fastening the eight garters. As Melissa held open his sissy panties and settled them about his loins, he realized they were not your run-of-the-mill sissy panties. Melissa giggled with delight as she reached through a ruffled heart-shaped opening adorning the front panel of the panty and pulled his raging boner through. She laughed lustily as she reached behind and shoved her fingers through an identical opening in the rear and probed his pussy. "Now, my darling sissy Simonne, anyone who might be so inclined will have complete access. Not only that, your sissy cock will be continually titillated with every step you take as it is caressed by your chiffon petticoat. Won't that be delightful?" Simon just about fainted when she lowered his petticoat, then his dress over his petite frame. It was only as Melissa fussed and fluffed with his hems to insure all was settled properly that it dawned on him just how short and revealing this sissiest of dresses was. It barely reached to the tops of his long silk stockings. When Melissa buttoned him in from the back, the front of his dress tightened around his boyishly flat chest and caused his nipples to erect obscenely. They would, at the very least, be screaming to be tweaked and twisted. When his Mistress reached around and lightly tickled his nipples he moaned ecstatically. She pressed urgently against his back. And -- oh my! -- he could feel her clit hook under the hem of his dress and petticoat and begin probing through the heart-shaped opening of his sissy panty, splitting his bubble butt cheeks, and tickling his tightly clenched rosebud. "Relax, sissy Simonne," she giggled. "I picked out this dress especially for your first sissy fuck. I can't imagine a more adorable outfit for you to be adorned in while I pop your cherry. You just hold your skirts at your waist. If you watch in the mirror while I probe deep inside your sissy pussy you'll have a mental picture of your deflowering to remember always." With each exciting word Melissa poked and probed deeper and deeper until the full nine inches of her clit was buried to the hilt. Simon endured the initial excruciating penetration with barely a whimper. His heroism was rewarded when he realized the pain was quickly replaced by the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. Melissa was kind and loving as she bucked against his backside ever so slowly. The silken caress of his petticoat against his restrained sissy cock only served to heighten the exquisite sensations. With each deep and penetrating thrust Melissa's clit grazed relentlessly over his prostate. His knees would have buckled if his beloved Mistress wasn't holding him so securely about his hips. He was mesmerized by the reflection of her magnificent clit sliding in and out of his sissy pussy and was powerless to take his eyes from the decadent image in the mirror. Her clit was growing hotter and wetter with each forceful thrust. It was only then that he realized it was her precum, acting as a natural lubricant, which was making his deflowering so intensely pleasurable. He also realized that any fluids flowing from his own loins would be a luxury he would be denied until his Mistress allowed it. His thoughts were interrupted by Melissa's sudden and urgent animalistic grunting as she flooded his sissy pussy with what seemed like a gallon of T-Girl love juice. It was searing hot and he could feel it splashing against the inner walls of his sissy pussy with a fierce intensity. It was a feeling he wanted to experience over and over again. If possible, every day for the rest of his life. Several minutes later he could feel Melissa's clit begin to soften. He clenched the lips of his sissy pussy tightly in a futile effort to prevent her from fully withdrawing. The same way he had pursed his hot pink lips in his attempt to keep her clit buried deep in his mouth. "Good sissy!" she exclaimed. "Hold your sissy pussy tightly closed. We wouldn't want anything to escape and ruin your lovely stockings. There's so much of my gooey cum inside you that you'll be able to feel it sloshing around for hours. Probably be able to hear it too," she teased. "Yes Mistress," he grunted as he clenched his sissy pussy even tighter. "Now, my darling sissy Simonne," she asked as she finally extracted the final millimeter of her magnificent clit with a squishy plop, "where does your precious Miss Linda keep her tampons?" "Under the sink in the bathroom, Mistress Melissa. Shall I fetch them?" "You just stand right here. I'll get them," she giggled. "But continue holding your skirts high." "Yes, Mistress." Melissa returned in a matter of seconds. She knelt behind him and quickly and expertly inserted one large Super Plus Tampax. As it began absorbing her loving deposit Simon could feel it expand. When she inserted a second, and then a third Tampax he thought he would burst at the seams. "Those should seal you up nicely, sissy Simonne. I hope I'll have time to fill you up at least twice more before your precious Miss Linda gets home from work. And we'll want you in your final costume when she does," she hinted mysteriously. "My final costume, Mistress Melissa?" he dared to ask. "Of course your final costume, you naive sissy. You did agree to be her maid for the next two weeks, didn't you? You don't think I'd allow her to see you as anything but a properly attired sissy maid." And with that she extracted his final costume from another of the several garment bags. Simon gasped with unbridled glee when he saw the very same French maid's uniform his beloved Mistress had worn so often at the club. However, when she wore it, it was to titillate and seduce. He knew when he wore the lovely creation it would be to submissively serve anyone his Mistress deemed worthy. However, his beloved and devious Mistress Melissa had cleverly altered the uniform to eliminate the darts in the bodice which allowed room for her ample d-cup implants. It fit Simon's flat chest like a second skin and accentuated his rock hard sissy nipples in the most tantalizing manner. In no time at all she had him securely encased in the shimmering jet black uniform. She replaced the lingerie he had worn with his sissy dress with a hot pink garter belt, jet black seamed silk stockings, a hot pink silky smooth four tiered petticoat, six-inch black patent leather stilettos, and hot pink sissy panties with their titillating and tantalizing heart shaped openings front and rear. She tied a hot pink apron around his waist and spent considerable time fussing with the large silk bow until she was satisfied it looked perfect. Once again she extracted his sissy cock through the heart-shaped opening. Then, to his utter amazement, she attached a delicate golden chain with five tiny tinkly bells to the golden ring imprisoning it. If that wasn't enough, she reached through the rear opening and withdrew the three strings attached to his tampons and tied yet another chain of tiny chimes to those. The soft but distinctive sounds of the ten tiny bells chimed a delightful melody with even the slightest movement. Melissa re-touched his make-up and painted his shortish nails a sissy pink. She fussed with his pink-tinted platinum sausage curls until she was satisfied he could not look more sissy perfect. And not a minute too soon. They could both hear Linda's car door slam shut and her footsteps approaching the front door. They heard her calling out as she headed straight for the bedroom. Her voice sounded unusually cheerful. Linda knew Melissa was there because she had to park behind her car in the driveway. "Simon, Melissa, where are you guys? Melissa, I'm so glad you're here. I have a surprise for both of you." Melissa grinned at Simon in that devilish way she had, tweaked both his protruding nipples with more force than usual, and yelled back, "We're here in the bedroom Linda. And we have a surprise for you as well." As she spoke, Simon submissively dropped to his knees and engulfed her clit deep into his throat. It had become a Pavlovian response which he was powerless to avoid. Not that he wanted to. Linda practically skipped into the room but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Melissa in full Mistress leather regalia drag and the most outrageously submissive platinum blond sissy French maid on his knees and with Melissa's magnificent nine-inch clit buried in his throat. It only took Linda a few brief seconds to understand what she was seeing. "Simon, is that you? Is that really you? Oh my! And I thought I was the one with the big surprise! I can't believe what I'm seeing! You have no idea how long I've dreamed of seeing you like this. Melissa! This has to be all your doing." "Actually Miss Linda, that would be Mistress Melissa to you," Melissa proclaimed in her most regal tone. "Mistress! You expect me to address you as Mistress?" "Indeed I do. And you will. You will address me as Mistress Melissa if you want to feel my sissy Simonne's tongue stroking your clit ever again." "Oh! I see," Linda smiled. "Sissy Simonne. I think I like the sound of that. I like it very much, Mistress Melissa." Simon was listening intently to the conversation between the two most important women in his life. But, more importantly, he was concentrating on providing pleasure to the throbbing clit still buried between his lips. "And what else do you like, Miss Linda?" Melissa inquired. "I like seeing Simon's lips wrapped around your ... " "You mean sissy Simonne's lips, don't you?" Melissa corrected her. "Yes Mistress Melissa. Sissy Simonne, of course. I'm sorry," Linda whispered as she stepped closer to Melissa. "In that case, why not kneel down and have a closer look. Perhaps you might learn something from our sissy's technique," Melissa giggled as she reached out and wantonly and callously tweaked Linda's right nipple. Linda winced visibly from the sudden pain. But, as she had seen Simon do so many times, she instantly knelt in submission knowing precisely what was expected. Though a totally foreign position for her, she placed her cheek against Simon's and watched in fascination as he laved Mistress Melissa's tranny clit. She desperately wished it was her clit he was honoring so meticulously. Simon smiled and removed his lips from Melissa's clit. He knew what it was that his Mistress wanted him to do. He gripped the nine inches of tranny meat and pressed it firmly against Miss Linda's mouth. He ran the tip back and forth over her lips and gently coaxed it inside. Melissa and Simon were both pleased when Linda willingly parted her lips and began slathering her saliva up and down the rigid shaft. She engulfed the bulbous helmet then bobbed her head to allow it to slide deeper into her mouth. Then she took the shaft in her own hand and began a wanton assault. "Simon, you may attend to my pussy," Melissa commanded. The soft rustling of Simon's skirt and petticoat was music to Linda's ear. She thought, as she relentlessly slurped and suckled Melissa's clit, it was a sound she wanted to hear every day for the rest of her life. She did briefly wonder, as Simon crawled on his knees behind Melissa, where the faint sound of chimes was coming from. Melissa was in drag queen heaven as her newest prot?g?s attended to her most basic needs. With Simon's tongue probing savagely in her pussy and Linda's mouth gobbling every last millimeter of her clit, it wasn't long before she was filling Linda's mouth to overflowing with her tranny love juice. Linda had never tasted Simon's cum. She had never tasted anyone's cum. With Melissa, however, it all seemed so natural. So perfectly natural. As Linda swallowed furiously she wondered if Simon's cum would taste as sweet. She was determined to find out. And soon! "Save some for sissy Simonne, Miss Linda. Always save some for your sissy French maid. It's the least you can do," Melissa commanded. Linda could only nod her head. Her mouth was still filled with the frothy load of bubbly cum Melissa had just deposited. Simon's face appeared between Melissa's thighs. His mouth was open and ready to receive Miss Linda's gift. Melissa looked down and grinned to herself as she saw Linda press her pursed lips against Simon's open mouth. She could sense what Simon was feeling as Linda's tongue forced the bubbling load of T-girl cum into his mouth. She could see Simon swallowing as he tried to devour every last drop of her pearly white cream. She was very pleased. "Well done, Miss Linda. Very well done, sissy Simonne. You may both rise," Melissa stated, now fully in control. "Curtsy to your precious Miss Linda, sissy Simonne. Curtsy! Show your precious Miss Linda your lovely new uniform. It's only one of many you'll be wearing for her pleasure from now on," Melissa continued. Without a second thought or the slightest misgivings, Simon dipped into a well-practiced curtsy and smiled as he looked into Miss Linda's eyes. He then twirled for her inspection, causing his skirts to flare. His sissy panties were on full display. So was his raging sissy cock as it poked through the heart shaped opening at the front of his panty. Miss Linda laughed with loving glee as she finally realized where the sound of the lovely chimes was coming from. She squatted down on her heels to more closely inspect Melissa's handiwork. She covered her mouth with mock amazement when she saw the golden ring constraining Simon's sissy cock. "Turn around, sissy Simonne. Show your precious Miss Linda the rest," Melissa ordered. Simon complied. When Linda saw where the second set of chimes was attached she squealed with delight. "Is this what I think it is? Simon, are you wearing my Tampax? You are! You're wearing my Super Plus Tampax no less! How positively delightful! Is it comfy for you? Oh how badly you must want your butthole so fully stuffed!" "Sissy pussy, Miss Linda! Sissy pussy! Not butthole. It's his sissy pussy! No need to be so crude!" Melissa sharply criticized. "Of course it is, Mistress Melissa! How silly of me!" Linda agreed as she took Simon's hand and spun him around even faster to flare his skirts for her pleasure. "Now then, Miss Linda, you were crowing about some sort of surprise of your own when you came home I believe?" "Indeed I was, Mistress Melissa. In all the excitement I completely forgot. Although I am a bit disappointed that neither of you have noticed anything different about me," she pouted jokingly. Simon looked more closely and suddenly blurted out, "Miss Linda! Your make-up! You're wearing different make-up!" He instinctively reached for his own lipstick and began applying a fresh coat. He really needed it at the moment. "And your shoes! You're wearing heels! I mean, you're wearing high heels! You never wear high heels!" he squealed. And indeed she was. Four-inch stilettos! Strappy sandals with four- inch heels! "Someone's been shopping," Melissa cooed knowingly. "I think she may have learned a lesson from last night, sissy Simonne. Is there anything else you'd care to share with us, Miss Linda?" It wasn't really a request, and Linda knew it. "Of course there is Mistress Melissa. But do you like my new heels, sissy Simonne?" She held out one of her size four tootsies for his inspection. Simon began licking his lips in anticipation. "Oh Miss Linda! Oh!" was all he could gurgle. Linda began to slowly unbutton her suit jacket tossing it on the bed as she began a seductive strip tease. Her pinstriped pencil skirt was next. She undid the side button and slowly lowered the zip. Simon went bug-eyed as she began to slither it over her hips. It was a sight he thought he'd never see. A slip. His precious Miss Linda was wearing a slip! With all her skirts and dresses lined she never wore a slip. And not just any slip either. A silver confection of the finest French silk! It shimmered so brightly he was almost forced to cover his eyes. When she finally kicked her skirt off her foot and onto the bed his eyes feasted on three inches of the most beautiful Chantilly lace he'd ever seen adorning the hem of her new slip. The same lace adorned the bodice of her new slip, Simon observed with gleeful delight, after she divested herself of her new silk blouse. He dabbed a tear from his eye, still not believing what he was seeing. He stood speechless next to Melissa who was gently tickling his protruding nipples. Simon instinctively reached out and grasped his Mistress' clit. As the two mesmerized onlookers continued to stare at Linda's seductive movements Simon slowly stroked Melissa's clit. Simon's own sissy cock was straining, begging, praying for release. It was not to be. "Do you like what you see, sissy Simonne?" Miss Linda asked rhetorically. She smiled, knowing her question required no answer. Seeing Simon stoking their Mistress' clit and licking his freshly glossed hot pink lips was all the answer she needed. Linda slowly slipped one silk spaghetti strap off her shoulder. Then the second. As she lowered the shimmering silver confection further Simon let out a slow but very audible and appreciative gasp. Even Mistress Melissa was truly impressed. Simon could sense Melissa's complete and total satisfaction by how firmly she suddenly gripped his sissy cock. When Miss Linda lowered her slip she revealed the new bra she was sporting. A black silken bra trimmed in the most decadent Chantilly lace. Red Chantilly lace. The French silk cups were sheer enough that Simon could clearly see through to her highly aroused nipples. A far cry from the boring white cotton bra he had watched her strap on this morning. Actually, every morning since they'd begun dating. Linda continued to lower her slip and slowly, very slowly, shimmied it over her hips. When Simon saw the matching tap panties come into view his knees buckled and he almost fainted. It was only Mistress Melissa firmly grasping hold of his sissy cock which allowed him to maintain his balance. "I'm so thrilled you two are pleased," Miss Linda cooed seductively. "After last night, sissy Simonne, my only thought was how I might please you in the same way you pleased me. I spent the entire day shopping for all the lovely things you so desperately want me to wear. The more I shopped the more excited I got. You were so right Mistress Melissa. And I intend to spend every waking moment proving to you just how grateful I am." It was then that Melissa knew how perfectly her plan had worked out. Not only had she successfully trained the submissive sissy Simonne, but she was well on her way to having the precious Miss Linda begging to submit to her every whim. Linda let her shimmering silver slip puddle at her feet and once again kicked it across the room. This time it landed softly over Simon's face. Simon held it tenderly to his nose. Inhaling the scent of the new perfume she had purchased. The very same perfume his new Mistress wore and which titillated and tantalized Simon to utter distraction. She stood before her two mesmerized admirers in her four-inch stilettos and saucily turned a full three hundred sixty degrees to reveal not only her sensuous tap panties but the matching garter belt and opera length off-black seamed silk stockings attached to it. Simon and Melissa had been so preoccupied when Linda entered the room, they hadn't taken notice of her stockings. A far cry from the colorless and boring pantyhose she had worn when she left for work. Simon was thrilled beyond anything his wild imagination could have ever conjured up. His Linda -- his precious Miss Linda -- was actually wearing lingerie! Honest to goodness silk and lace lingerie! It was a sight he never thought he'd live to see. Simon looked pleadingly into Melissa's eyes. She knew exactly what his eyes were pleading for. She always knew. Melissa simply and benevolently tweaked both his nipples and nodded her head in affirmation. Simon smiled and quickly minced across the room. His sissy cock bobbed obscenely under his flouncing skirts. The sound of his tinkling bells permeated the silence as both Melissa and Linda watched his shameless act of submission. He dropped to his knees at his precious Miss Linda's feet and buried his face in the crotch of her panties. For several moments he simply inhaled her scent. Then slowly, oh-so slowly, he began to lap. Then, without even being instructed by either Miss Linda or Mistress Melissa, he reached for the delicate red lace waistband and slithered them down her silk-clad legs. As Linda daintily stepped out of her panty Simon's tongue willingly and urgently invaded her pussy. Linda had finally arrived in heaven. She squirmed and squealed in delight with each thrust of Simon's rigid tongue. She realized that it was probably a combination of all her new and sexy lingerie and Simon's probing tongue, mostly his tongue, but faster than ever before she found herself over the edge and cumming like she'd never cum before. Over and over and over again. She fell back onto the bed. Simon followed, like the lapping puppy he was, and dutifully kept his face buried deep in her pussy. When she raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his head he lowered his sights and buried his tongue in her nether hole. "Oh my, sissy Simonne!" he heard Miss Linda's screeching voice. "You've never gone there before. Oh how I've wanted you to go there! And now you've finally arrived! Let me bring you the same pleasure! I want your cum. I want to drink it, swallow it, taste it in my mouth! Please Mistress Melissa, release his cock so I can savor his sissy juices. I need it! I need it desperately!" Linda was gasping for breath. She looked across the room at a smiling Melissa. Her eyes begging, pleading, demanding. "If it's cum you crave, Miss Linda, then it's cum you shall have. However, I'm afraid I cannot release his sissy cock until his training is completed. But there is another way," she hinted. "But how? How is that possible? Please Mistress! Help me!" Linda was still grasping the back of Simon's head and violently pressing his face into her pussy. "I hope you'll enjoy the taste of my cum as much as you would have enjoyed Simon's since he is so obviously out of commission," she chuckled as she slowly stroked her nine inches of tranny meat. "You want me to suck your cock again! I mean your clit, Mistress Melissa?" Linda was shocked and a little disappointed at the very thought. "Not exactly, my pretty Miss Linda. At least not yet. But there is still a way to provide the tasty treat you desire. If sissy Simonne is willing to cooperate, that is." She reached down and tweaked Simon's nipples even as he continued to slurp away, alternating between Linda's pussy and her ass. "Enough Simon. Up on the bed. On your back," Melissa commanded. Simon complied without objection. The sound of his tinkling bells assaulted Linda's ears. She couldn't imagine what Melissa had in mind. Melissa arranged Simon's skirts so they were tucked under the small of his back, leaving his sissy cock standing straight towards the ceiling. All purple and very angry. Linda found herself laying atop Simon and staring directly at his strangled meat. Instinctively she wrapped her lips around the helmet desperately trying to coax out the tiniest droplet. Simon's tongue had found her clit and was spearing her to yet another magnificent cum. As Linda futilely tried to suck the life's juices from his sissy cock, Melissa pressed her face down until it was positioned at the opening to his sissy pussy. Then she tugged at the three Tampax strings to release the tightly lodged wads of cum soaked cotton in one swift movement. Simon grunted from the sudden expansion of his sissy pussy then sighed a welcome sigh of relief as he felt the river of his Mistress' earlier deposit raging out onto his precious Miss Linda's face. Linda impulsively began slurping the load of cum with wild abandon. She had never tasted anything quite like it. This time the faint scent of Clorox was mixed with vanilla flavor. It was a curiosity. Not an unpleasant one either. She probed Simon's sissy pussy even deeper as the flood began to subside. Each thrust of her tongue was matched by Simon's tongue alternately probing into her pussy and her ass. Both Mistress' submissive prot?g?s were moaning lustfully. Linda must have cum at least ten times and was completely sated. Simon, on the other hand, was more frustrated and in desperate need of relief than he had ever been in his life. Mistress Melissa looked down lovingly at her exhausted lovers. Without comment she reached out and tenderly tweaked their nipples. Both Simon and his precious Miss Linda crawled from the bed and sank to their knees. In perfect unison they began eagerly sucking on Melissa's clit. Just before they felt her bubbling to the surface Miss Linda slid around to the rear and began probing Melissa's pussy with her fingers and her tongue. After his mouth had filled to almost overflowing Simon pulled his precious Miss Linda to him and covered her mouth with his. They shared the gloriously thick and creamy cum for several minutes before standing and sharing what little they had left with their beloved Mistress. 'Oh yes!' Melissa thought. 'These two will do quite nicely!' She couldn't wait to show them off at the club. And she couldn't wait until Simon had completed his 'tweak training' so she could unleash the torrent of cum she knew he would have stored up. 'Maybe in a month or so,' she mused. Coming Next: Chapter Five - Some Very Happy Queens As always, your comments are welcomed and appreciated.