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Lost and Found By stacy lain stacy recalls events from her summer in 2005 We know Kelly had learned everything I could share with her on that fateful morning a few weeks ago. By shear desperation, I had situated my discovery, and come out of my sissy closet, so to speak. I realize that all sissies eventually reach this breaking point. Perhaps because sissies emerge prior to maturity and sexual maturity, they seem to cling incessantly to their own apron strings. But by 1990, I was able to learn that I was not alone in the world, and that at least a small segment of males shared the ideals of sissification. Regardless, until mid-2005 I was faced with a choice between living life as I thought others wanted me to or as my inner self seemed to dictate. Every morning I saw what I was, nearly every night was sleepless, the level of my mischief increased week by week past the point of sanity, I just could not manage to accept my self. I would never figure it out, yet I persisted in trying to be manly and all she should expect, this morning I reached to caress her, and kiss her tenderly. In all our years, my technique had never changed, first the kissing and snuggling, trying to kindle and raise the passions, today my caresses just made her smile in the morning sunlight. I said, "I love you." Maybe my timing would be on, I felt erotic, concentrating on my performance, a ritual, my intentions were to please her, but was she responding? I felt for her warmth, wet? No, more kisses, she pushed me a bit and withdrew, "Let me up for a minute" she said. I said again, "I love you, Kelly." Lying back, I struggle to show my interest, but I was only partially erect, it wasn't much of a show. She left the bedroom, I heard the flush, then the sounds of her brushing her teeth, I'd show her how I wanted her, as I tried to stiffen my dick, my mind shifted towards my erotic fantasies, lust, it will fool her this time, I fondled myself dreaming of things I'd never speak of, it worked, so I thought. She returned to our bed, again I kissed her, again she smiled, I tried to maintain my erection, she seemed happy, we joined, I wasn't rigid, like long ago, but it was going alright. A few more moves, I held my weight off her body, gentle and sweet I thought, I looked at her, she at me, she smiled, I closed my eyes. "OK sissy, be gentle", she pinched my nipples, I knew I wouldn't last, I couldn't help it, I was overcome by my lust, my interest in my pleasure, and came; I wouldn't have thought her near to being ready, but she smiled, I tried to fake that I had endured and continued my efforts, but "the tide was out" so to speak, I collapsed, and slipped out, rolling to avoid a messy scene. Well, sissy, "Time to clean me" She asked in a way, not expecting response, pausing a moment to look for my reaction. Cream pie? I wondered if she knew it had a vulgar name, that it was a sissy's duty that it was rare for a real sissy to be treated so splendidly. For the moment, I was fully satisfied, I had lost all interest, in my comfort felt like I was left without an once of strength, perhaps I was a bit selfish but wasn't everybody? I wished I would have abandoned that feeling and continue on to my fantasy role. I wished I could have, maybe then she too would ascend to her position as my Mistress. That was all too much of a risk for me. Even though it had always been my fantasy to be her sissy slave, that fantasy had progressed and intensified, it was worse than ever, now I fantasized of being a full time sissy, anyone and everyone's sissy, not just her's, anyone's! I would never tell her this, but why couldn't I overcome my laziness, I wondered if my wishes would all come true if I were to rally to relish my "cream pie". I had masturbated many times thinking of licking her clean after she had sex, now as she asked, I lay there, what a dummy, I could be a sissy, if only I could say, "Yes." Was I just too afraid to find out? It was hopeless, sex was hopeless, it won't work, I could see why she wasn't happy with it. I reached for a clean wash cloth for her, it was my only gesture of kindness, of love; she took it, but left me to go into the bathroom. I slumbered, like a stud smoking a cigarette, but didn't have a shread of energy, how did they do it, so macho? And me, pathetic... I didn't deserve her, I didn't even warrant a wife, I really felt useless. When she returned to the bed, she said something about it being alright, did she sense my apology, or was she ending her teasing? I just don't know. I knew I couldn't change my nature, I had found my fantasy when I was a small child, using it to escape reality, maybe I had my excuse, maybe it was justified then, but now, there was no justification except that I was so deeply captivated by those thoughts that there were times I had no choices. At times the obsessions became overwhelming, so strong, the day would start and as I awoke my first thoughts would be to misbehave, it was always the same. I slumbered for a half hour before I got up and got things moving. It was about 9:30 and a very sunny Saturday morning, she was awake too, so I asked her, "Are you going fishing with me today?" Kelly turned over and replied, "Is it windy?" She was a seasoned small craft sailor, and knew that low wind meant calm water. On the weekend, I always hoped for her to come along I repeated the forecast as I had heard it, "Seas should be less than a foot, with a light wind from the west. We can stop for a quick breakfast and pick-up sandwiches on the way, tide's at 1 this afternoon, it should be a great day." Now anyone would think that spending the day that way would be wonderful, but not a sissy, we both knew that when I went out in the boat, I wore one of my lady's swimsuits, I'd been doing this for a dozen years, and until I was out on the water, it was concealed by my male bathing shorts and loose fitting sports shirt. It was a dream to put on and wear, the elasticized fabric was designed enhance a woman's figure, so for me it served as a mild body shaper, and made me feel sleek and feminine. While Kelly busied herself in the bathroom, I went through my collection of swimsuits, and chose a favorite one-piece. It was bright white, with a high tight butt and plunging cleavage defined with individual bra cups and shoulder straps. The contrast of its white spandex accented my efforts to develop feminized tan so well. I had long since fully extended the tan on my legs, rid of the paste white thighs of normal male Caucasian, my thighs had been tanned to my panty line, likewise I had been modestly careful to convert my chest to maintain the illusion of beasts, and had not never exposed them outdoors for several years, the idea was to mark my body as a sissy should. From past experience we both knew I'd be dressed that way, she hadn't said no, so I figured she was coming. I don't remember her saying anything, she looked like she was going, she put on her bathing suit under her beach clothes, grabbed what looked like beach bags, and her pocketbook, the first thing I recall her saying is, "Where we going for breakfast?" "Where would you like? I asked. "The Nook is fine." "OK, then the Nook is fine, a quick stop for a continental. We drove to breakfast; again little or nothing was said. I pulled into the parking lot, near to the restaurant, and saw a parking spot near the back, Kelly pointed out a different spot, "there's one" she said, but I wasn't ready, I became agitated and continued to the spot I had selected. "Just let me drive, Honey." I was in one of my tiffs. She pushed it further saying, That's no way for a sissy to talk, sissies should be pleasant at all times." "You're taking control, then? I wish you would either be in control as my Mistress or just go on as my wife." The silence resumed. We entered the restaurant and were seated in a quiet booth. She broke the ice, but she then spoke to me using my sissy name, "stacy, I know you are upset with me, but it's not really my problem, well it is somewhat, but overall, there is a huge conflict in you. Try as you might, you are not able to transition to the simple role of a man and husband, that's nothing new, you've suppressed yourself all your life." "My suggestion for you is to give up the macho facade, and be a sissy." She laughed at that, it hit me hard, but as tempting as it seemed, I couldn't bring myself to give up, my manhood, not that, what ever that is. And she persisted, offering her solution, "what if you became my sissy, just for a while, maybe the summer, maybe until New Years?" "It won't work, after times up what then? I'll still be disillusioned, even if we both try. Anyway, what's wrong with the way we're living, true enough it's mostly my issue, sure you have your own faults, but nothing on this scale, I didn't ask for this gender problem, you know. And you're right, we can't go on like this, it's very possible I can't go on. Do you think a shrink can fix me, I doubt it. What do you think?" Just then, the waitress came by, and asked us if we'd like coffee, I ordered a black coffee and she ordered orange juice and tea. "I'll be back for your order in a minute." "No, we'll order now, I'll just have an apple Danish, what do you want Kelly, your usual whole wheat bagel?" "With cream cheese and what kind of jelly do you have?" "Grape, strawberry, apple and current." "Strawberry." The waitress left to get our order. "stacy, you'll just have to give in, be my sissy, not a sissy husband, not like anything we've tried, nor anything you've read, I want you to be MY SISSY, forever then, no limits, just me being and you finally being you." "No disillusionment in that idea, but I don't think I'm close to being adjusted as a man or as a sissy, what are our chances?" "I think they're pretty good, if we just try to be ourselves for once. You said I have faults, I know but I don't know what's what, some faults are strengths, though some of my actions could be viewed as faults, which is which, what's what are you an expert there? I know if you say yes, if you vow to be my sissy and I take control, you won't be having little tantrums, you don't want to be like that, and I'll punish poor behavior... Adjustment, you'll need plenty, but that's OK if it's going to be permanent, the trick will be for us to find where you are, not where you think you want to be. I so want to be there where you feel like yourself." I was dumfounded, and she didn't stop there, "For the first time, will you just do what you want, and not what you think you should do?" The waitress returned with my coffee and Kelly's beverages, Kelly sipped her juice. "Your food will be just a sec." Thinking didn't help, and I was out of touch with what I wanted, at that point I was overcome with a happy feeling, bliss of sort, "i'm good with the idea, i'll vow to be your sissy, your sissy slave forever." Finally, breakfast arrived, and i blushed to think what i had just said, but Kelly seemed unaffected, "Good" she said, and pulled all the food over to her side of the table. The waitress looked, but shrugged, and went about her job, Kelly said, "Of course we'll try to be discrete, when I feel like it" and she loosened a huge slurp of saliva onto my danish before pushing it over to me. "Excuse me for a minute," she picked up her glass half full of juice and headed for the lady's room. Things had gotten strangely erotic, I felt mousey, and excited with what she was doing. I didn't touch the apple danish but continued to sip my coffee until she returned. When she returned to the table her glass was full, she pulled my coffee away from me, "That's enough of that stuff," and she slid her glass in front of me to drink with my danish. Still feeling warmly happy, I lifted the glass and drank freely, tipping it high to finish every drop. "That's a good sissy, now eat your danish, quietly, you know you're consummating our new relationship, from now on its better for you to understand what you are doing and not think about what you should or want to do. It will be confusing at first, but things will improve for you, wait and see." Less than an hour ago, i had been bullshit over her telling me where to park, and now i was happy to have had her orange sweetened golden nectar and soddened danish, sexual bliss, total enchantment, I couldn't make sense of it, so it was easy to give up trying. The waitress brought the check, and I reached for my wallet to pay. Kelly took the wallet and pulled out all the cash and charge cards. She handed me back the empty wallet and picked up the check, heading for the register. i didn't even want to object, i truly loved it. When i thanked the waitress, she was pleasant but seemed disinterested in me, i held the caf? door for Kelly, she whispered, "eyes down, sweety", as she passed. Instinctually, i followed two steps behind her until we neared the car. Again, i had the foresight to unlock and hold her door for her, this time maintaining my downward glance, again she whispered her command, "as I get situated I want a kiss on my ass." So, as I saw the opportunity as she moved into the seat, and meekly kissed her high on her hip beneath the small of her back. "Well done" she said, "you must always seat me in just that way, do your best not to be obvious, but be sure to show you lower status with such a kiss, whenever I sit." It was as if the weight of the world had lightened by a hundred fold. I called in an order from a sandwich shop that was on the way to the marina, Kelly heard me dialing and instructed that I order two cucumber sandwiches, the old me never ate light, again without dissent of any sort, the order was placed, i guess i'd be watching my weight, it was all so erotic, immediately my thoughts turned towards a new wardrobe, cute and colorful. Once we got to the marina, i parked near the dock, and said I'd bring the boat around and unloaded Kelly's bags, happily recognizing she'd brought her special D/s and S&M activity suitcase, and that meant tat she'd raided my closet. Along with Mistress' case, i put the food, a ton of ice, iced tea, wine and the fishing gear next to the service dock. It took a few minutes to row out to my mooring, get in the cabin cruiser, and warm up the engine; in the meanwhile she had been relaxing contentedly beneath the canopy in front of the restaurant. It was a short run over to the gas dock, where i topped off the gas tank, and filled the onboard water storage tank from the public hose, then castoff to move to the slip, then at long last, tying up to stow the gear in the cabin. "Can I help you aboard, Kelly?" i asked. She was quick to correct and instruct the way i was to address her, "Mistress, or Mistress Kelly at all times", she ignored my words of apology, as she continued to declare her wishes, "And yes, sissy, you will help me aboard." A bit shocked at her comments, i looked around, to see there was no one in earshot, she was playing with my mind, and I admitted, she had every right to. Lending my assistance as she stepped from the dock, she was ritually kissed and seated in the boat. Once she was safely aboard, i asked her if I could take a minute to use the mens room inside the marina grill. "That's so funny, no! Getting beat up in the boysroom as they grewup is not the only reason that sissies like you generally avoid the mens room; you'll learn that soon enough. That might be why sissies tend to just wet their panties and often prefer to be in diapers, I know you have a fondness for being in diapers. Don't worry your little head about it though, ordinarily you'll be diapered, and when there is apt to be a problem you most certainly will be; but for now, why don't you just stand over in the shade under the pine tree and wet your pants?" Knowing what she was saying really wasn't a question, i found a place that was seemingly inconspicuous, i was awash with humiliation and natural embarrassment as my shorts darkened and the wetness spread and dripped down my legs, i thought surely someone was watching. Kelley enhanced my distress by speaking to me from her distance, "stacy, it won't be long before you will have to deal with being known as a sissy, be happy that nobody here even suspects that yet, very soon they will all be watching you." Trying to end her admonishments i hurried to the walkway, i was alarmed to see my wet footprints on the walkway, so i stepped off the pavement until my sandals seemed drier. i rinsed my feet while untying my lines from cleats on the dock. Anyone on a nautical trip like this is normally pretty sure about what to expect or they are concerned about a weather system and hoping for good fishing. But it seemed i was being conditioned to something so new to my old way of thinking that i was forced to focus on the moment, i carefully entered the channel to head for open water. Once we were outside the harbor, Kelly chuckled for me to get out of those shorts, i was happy to oblige, and so stripped off all my outer attire, it was shameful to see the yellow stain on my once brilliant white, one-piece swimsuit. Kelly just laughed, and with her not wanting any staining of my pretty white swimsuit either, had me swing out of the channel and kill the engine, ordering me to take a swim, "rinse off your pretty swimsuit, babydoll". So, i set the ladder and swim line (a life ring readied with a floating rope) and daintily descended over the side. Several moments later, i climbed back into the boat, we both were relieved, satisfied that the barest of tints remained. "Now rinse out those big boy pants, and then let me see them, your shirt, too. It was totally humiliating; i restarted the motor, ran out a mile or so before setting out the light tackle to troll for baitfish, all the while thinking she was hanging my shorts to dry. When I took the time to look over at her, Kelly was contentedly to relaxing in the warm sun, i saw no reason to disturb her, just gazed at her body, so fine, oiled, wow, tanned, mmmm, my mind was still thinking so manly. But, there i stood, a cross-dresser, in a lady's swimsuit, it all so unreal in a way, but since i made that vow this morning, i had to learn not to expect normalcy. The boat slowly edged forward as i went astern to set out the mackerel rigs, Kelly said when i finish whatever it was i was doing, for me to protect myself from the sun and apply lotion. She had left an pink bottle of lotion in the stern, deceived to think it was sunscreen, i applied it to my legs and feet, by her direction i put it on thick, but it's uniquely familiar odor made it quite obvious that I was applying hair remover, i thinly applied it to my forearms, but lavished it were needed. Due to the heat of the sun, soon i was chemically burning, and i begged to stop the boat so i could swim it off. She was belaboring her response, when a fish hit, i killed the motor and had to then bring in the lines and put the mackerel in the baitwell; finally finish with that, i threw out the swimline and dove in one motion to rescue myself. The ocean water relieved the burning, so cool, almost cold, but the relief was welcome. Knowing that i was a bit etched by the treatment, i asked for cocoa butter, as i climbed back over the rail. Already, we were almost alone in the bay, the nearest boat was more than a mile off, my thoughts drifted to admiring my vivid feminine tanlines with te addition of shiney, sleek hairless legs. It made me smile to think that today's sun would enhance everything. Again I set out the fishing lines and for the next half hour, with the fishing demanding my attention as both lines were being hit continuously in this large school of mackerel, the bait-well was quickly filled, and we could head for open water. Setting the drift anchor, we would hang on the tide and swim baits. The tackle was replced with heavier tacle replaced the bait rods, and the mackeral were hooked up and set out to attract the bigger fish. Kelley had been waiting for that moment, as i placed the rods in the holders, i heard her call "babykins, it's time to put this on" as she held out the chastity device i occasionally donned but normally stored in my closet. Of course i had to get completely out of the bathing suit to do it, since i'd worn the device before (more or less self imposed, I was self- restrained for a full week one time) it was adjusted to a size that assured full security. She watched me close the padlock, "Mistress, not that it's really any of my business but, where's the key?" I asked. She took that inquiry as a challenge to set things straight, "You're right, stacy that is none of your business, so don't even ask. And about all that limit stuff, the way we used to role play, forget that too. Forget your safewords and back-up arrangements, none of that is your concern; and I don't want to hear another word about it. Right now it's time for you to really learn a new skill. I know you always adored oral sex, well now, as a sissy, you're going to have more than you ever imagined. One more item, I want your wedding ring back, its a bit ridiculous for you to have that on your finger any longer. Don't be saddened by any of this, it signifies your changed status, remember your vows to me? A wedding ring is out of place on the hand of a sissy." There was no doubt about that, i wouldn't question such a well conceived thought as that; the ring slipped off as if scripted, and kneeled to contentedly surrendered it. She undid her bikini bottom and pointed at her exposed pussy, "What I want right now is for you to please me, so get your face and get busy." So i crawled forward, i gently positioned my head nudging to part her thighs, and began kissing and sucking, licking and probing with my tongue, all in an attempt to please her. Within a minute she was directing my technique, i loved it, no more guess work. After all, my oral servitude was for her pleasure and convenience, and as her sissy it was thrilling just to be an object and instrument of ministration to be interested only in performing and perfecting my present action. Soon i realized that i was no longer disillusioned attempting to make love, for the moment i was merely her chosen toy for er self-gratification. The ways she would shift my position, my target, and alter my technique was genius. Sometimes she spoke, more often she pulled and pushed my willing head about with single syllable commands, i easily understood her, they were clearly instructions to suck or lick, she ratcheted the intensities as if turning a dial and simply switched my oral servitude from one tecnique to another and back again. There was a futile strain in my chastity tube, when would my needs be addressed, such nonsense i concluded and followed her signals. It all ended very gloriously for her, and when she relaxed, i contentedly smiled and slipped away, leaving her resting on the deck. She certainly looked spent, like i remember being earlier this morning, in that moment i had truly and totally relinquished all power. At that point I was distracted by the sound of a staining rod in the holder, there was a fish on, a bass, it had probably been on for a while, still it put up a struggle for a few minutes, one in, and triumphantly decided to keep it, indeed this was a trip memories should be made of. i brought the other line in empty and decided to cool down in the ocean. Out went the swim buoy and ladder, the cool water dissipated any pent up arousals left in me, swimming up to the bow, then out away to rest at the buoy for a while, Kelley called to me, "I was getting lonesome." Swimming back to a safer spot beneath the ladder she continued, "That was nice, slave, my sissy slave", she sat braced by the ladder with her legs over the rail, spreading her legs widely and baring her pussy then exclaimed, "And here is for your reward". She laughed wickedly as i was showered by the pulsating spray of her golden stream. "No tears now sissy, take it gladly." Then she descended the ladder with her suit bottom, and while clinging to the ladder i washed her from the waist down with the clean sea water. She tied on her bikini and went back on board, "You rinse off a little and then, let's get to fishing." It was like a dream, ha, a wet dream, could it be true; back to swimming out baits, cruel i thought, but necessary. With the two rods set, I picked up the sunscreen, for Kelly, the bottle read 30 SPF; "Mistress, may i apply the lotion?" In reply, she reclined and nodded, i applied the sweet lotion if a trained masseuse, but in loving service. And I believe I still got more pleasure from servicing her this way than she could imagine. When i was finished applying the sun screen, i bent over the rail to wash the odor from my hands, i had exposed my butt a bit too much, and it was greeted with a more than playful swat. Her hand print remained and seeing the humor, i smiled and responded, "Mistress, did I do something wrong," i asked in jest. "i was only trying not to transfer the sun screen to the baits." "No stacy, nothing wrong, but you are not ready for fishing yet, you need to get dolled up, I'll watch the fishing tackle, you go to down into the cabin rinse the salt from your hair and fix yourself pretty. Gosh sweet babydoll; spritz some muse your air and put on makeup. Don't forget your sunscreen too. When that dries and sinks in, put on eye makeup and lipstick, but don't over do it. Outdoors like we are, sissies don't need much makeup, but do need to match their lipstick color by accessorizing with matching; you'll find everything you need from your closet below, I brought your red garnet bracelet, necklace and earring set." She ended by saying that i'd find everything i'd need, after all we never know who we might bump into out here. This was how it would be, very little in the line of choices. Returning jest for jest, i giggled my response, "Oui, Madame." Anyway, it was a great idea for me to get out of the sun, it was wonderful to abandon my masculinity by styling my hair and applying makeup, how deviously clever my Mistress had become, then it occurred to me that it was me that was transforming myself, not her at all. But then i thought i might be thinking too much into things, that was something the old me used to do, i'd try to stop, sissies shouldn't try to do that. Just as i finished with my lipstick, there was a shuffling and commotion up on deck, then all grew quiet. The boat wasn't that big, but as i left the cabin (all dolled up, tee hee) i expected to see Kelly astern, and she wasn't there. Goodness she was fighting a fish from the bow, it pulled her to and froe, but she muscled it back too, i quickly asked, "Mistress, do you need help?' "No sissy, just get the net and stay out of the way!" The fish moved her along the rail, the big fish was nearing the boat but not nearly ready to quit. Good timing, the fight was in the stern now and proceeding up the other side of the boat, it would clear the prop by a good margin and come in on that side, hopefully not turn back toward the motor, i followed quietly with the net. The excitement built leader swivel came out of the water, then vanished with another run by the big fish, like a flag in a tug of war Kelly slowly advanced it to the rod tip. She stopped reeling, i was ready to capture her prize, then she hoisted the rod like a pro; i was afraid to offer any guidance and extremely glad that she needed none. Seconds later the huge bass wriggled in the net boat-side, i swung it aboard, "Mistress, that is a splendid bass, a real trophy!" "Put it on ice, I can't wait to show it off, that is a mighty big fish but he just didn't know who he was messing with." No he didn't i thought, and for that matter, neither did I, but I closed the fish box and smiled at her, "put out fresh mackerel, I can't wait to catch another, how many do we keep?" "Mistress, we get two each, of course you can keep both the next ones, now i'm sorry now that i kept one earlier, i wasn't thinking, i should have asked permission." My eyes were welling up, i was confused, and stammered on almost crying, "i don't know, i'm just sorry." "I expect you to try to remember all that next time, you'll soon anticipate things a little better, then you won't feel the backlash, you know tat I'll punish you when you slip up. Bury those expectations, learning to live as a sissy must be like growing up a girl. I'm just glad you're realizing things are different than even you imagined, you always wanted to be a sissy, didn't you? Judging from the contents of your old closet, I thought you'd be an expert sissy, I guess there is no such thing.