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A Sissy's Teatime by dirteesissy
It was a beautiful summers day, the sun shone warmly, the birds were
singing in the lush treetops and life was good Milly Clarke. The daughter
of a billionaire Mother, head of her own division of her company and
married for a little over a year. Her new husband, Chris had started out,
as per her Mother's orders, at a lower level position in the company with
a chance to prove himself as the personal assistant to Adrienne Moore. In
fact she was on her way to meet her this afternoon.
An email had asked her to join Miss Moore and her husband at her country
home this Friday afternoon for a surprise. Intrigued she'd agreed and
drove straight down. The sat-nav told she'd arrived, as she pulled down a
long tree covered drive way and pulled up outside a magnificent house.
Milly got out of her car as Miss Moore came out to greet her.
"Hello Milly and welcome to my home! I know I've been mysterious and
given you no clue to why I've asked you here, but it will soon be self
evident! Please follow me to the living room, where Chris is waiting for
us and all will be revealed!"
Milly followed the young woman, admiring her poise and looks. Tall,
blonde and dressed in a stylish red satin designer dress, with white silk
stockings and 4 inch cream stiletto heels. Totally at ease with herself,
she gave off a sense of power.
Milly Clarke also looked stunning. Shorter, dark haired and with a full
figure, she wore a simple white silk blouse, black leather knee length
skirt and 5 inch red patent leather shoes. Both of them could have been
models and they knew just what an effect they had on the opposite sex.
They turned them to jelly without trying and didn't they milk that
reaction.
Through a hallway and into a stylish living room, both women entered, but
Milly Clarke gasped when she saw her husband standing there. Not because
of his appeal to her, but the way he was dressed was so outlandish and
bizarre. He wore a pale lemon silk dress, edged in white lace, with sheer
organza sleeves tied off at his wrists, a petticoat, white and very full.
On his legs were a pair of knee high silk socks, white and tied off with
lemon satin bows. On his feet were a pair of 3 inch black patent leather
Mary Jane shoes.
The most outlandish item of clothing was a bonnet, made from white silk
and edged with pale pink lace. It was tied off with a large white silk
bow under his chin. Chris's face was fully made up, red lips, smoky
mascara and what looked like very full false eye lashes. Red faced as he
looked his pretty wife in the face, he took hold of the hem of his dress
and gave her a dainty curtsey.
"Milly, I have the pleasure of introducing you to your sissy husband,
Chrissy! Isn't she so cute? All dressed up for you and dying to tell you
all the kinky things he likes to do! Last week I discovered your husband
surfing adult websites on the company's computer and wasn't the normal
kind of sites at all! No lesbian's for your husband, he seemed to want to
look at pictures of men dressed as little sissy girls and when I
confronted him, he told me he dreamed of being dressed like this! Isn't
that right Chrissy? Tell your wife the truth, okay!"
As Milly Clarke looked on, opened mouthed, her husband explained that he
wanted to be a sissy and begged her to please allow he to become one.
Miss Moore asked what kind of sissy he wanted to be and quietly he told
them that he longed to be a little sissy girl, around 3 years old who
dressed in pretty dresses, petticoats and frilly knickers. Miss Moore
smiled and told Chrissy to lift her dress so his wife could see her
knickers.
Shyly, Chrissy obeyed and showed a stunned Milly his white silk knickers.
They were ever so girly, edged in delicate white lace and pale pink
roses. Miss Moore told him to show his wife his bottom and he turned,
bent over and raised his dress. The bottom was covered in rows of white
lace ruffles and Miss Moore reached over to caress the sissy. She turned
to her stunned friend and asked what she thought.
"Well to tell you the truth, I've always had a suspicion Chris was a
little weird and this clearly qualifies as that! I kept finding my
lingerie disturbed, my clothing moved and my shoes in the wrong place, so
it seems my husband has been trying on my clothes! Well good for him and
if he wants to be a little sissy girl he can be! You look divine Chris!
So cute and fem, but do you really want this? Want to be dressed this way
in front of me? You do, well okay, but I'm going to have to make you earn
such a boon won't I? Still willing?"
The sissy moaned and said he'd be willing to do anything she wanted, if
he was allowed to be her sissy and treated like a little girl. Milly
stood next to her husband, her hand exploring his outfit and she told him
that the first thing she'd expect would be his total submission to her.
In essence he'd become her slave. Chris looked back at his beautiful wife
and promised to be her slave from now on.
Miss Moore laughed and said good for him. That being a sissy slave to
such a sexy woman would be reward in itself and he should thank her
properly. He stood up, turned, sank to his knees and began to lick his
wife's shoes in supplication. Milly looked down in satisfaction as her
shoes were treated to a good tongue lashing and she asked Miss Moore if
her husband did this for her.
"Of course he does! The first thing I did when he admitted his desires to
me was his need for submit as part of those longings, so I had him under
my desk, licking my shoes and he thanked me for the honour! Now he starts
his day this way and finishes it as well! At a woman's feet, her shoe
leather in his mouth, he shows just how pathetic he is and I love it!
Chrissy do you like licking your wife's shoes? You do, well thank her
then and we can continue your introduction!"
Chrissy looked up and in a clear voice thanked his wife for allowing him
to lick her shoes. As he looked at her, he trembled before asking her if
he could be allowed to call her Miss Clarke from now on. He explained
that using her first name was beyond him, as her slave and she deserved
his respect. With a grin, she said fine, but asked if he wanted to be
called Chrissy rather than his male name. The sissy said he did, telling
her that a girls name was so nice and begged her to use it.
A nod, followed by her hand lifting the sissy to her feet by his chin and
facing her. She asked if this was truly what he wanted and he nodded. He
told his wife that serving her, dressed as a little sissy girl was his
deepest need and if she wanted proof could he please be allowed to show
her. Miss Clarke said go ahead and the sissy lifted her dress and
petticoat. He reached inside those pretty knickers and pulled out his
cock.
The sissy was hard, dripping and more aroused than she'd ever seen. His
cock was covered in a pink ribbon, thin and wrapped around the shaft
before ending in a large bow near his balls. She laughed and said it was
perfect. She asked Miss Moore if this was her doing and she said yes,
that he needed to be reminded that his cock was the property of the women
in his life and no longer his play thing. Miss Clarke reached down, took
Chrissy's cock in her hand and slowly began to tease it.
"Sissy needs his cock to spurt, doesn't he? A nice spurt in front of his
wife and boss, so he can show us what a good girl he is? Yes you want to
spurt for us, but that would be so rude, wouldn't it? Real girls never
spurt dressed in there pretty dresses, do they? No they just play and
giggle, don't they? When I was a little girl I loved playing with my
dollies, dressing them, pretending they were going out on dates with sexy
men and even kissing! Is that something you'd like to do for me sissy?
You would? Good girl, but I'm afraid I have to ban you from spurting from
now on and if you ask Miss Moore, I'm sure she'd agree with me! Sissy's
don't get to spurt, instead they dress up and serve there superiors for
ever!"
Miss Clarke pulled up his knickers, removed her hand and slapped the
sissy on her thigh. She told him that the second thing she'd expect from
him was to take any physical discipline she gave. Spankings, caning's and
even floggings would be the daily norm from now on and was he willing to
take her punishment. He said yes. He told her that he willingness to
treat him in such away was fitting and he begged her to make him suffer.
Thirdly Miss Clarke told her sissy that she would have to publicly
humiliate him as a further way of showing her contempt for his perverted
needs. Miss Moore asked what she meant and she explained that he would be
shown off to her friends as a matter of course and more importantly her
Mother. The sissy's boss said she agreed, but wondered if she might not
go even further.
Asking what she meant, she was asked if she had ever heard the term
"cuckold". Miss Clarke nodded and smiled, asking her sissy if he minded
if she took on a lover to replace him in bedroom. With a sob he begged
her to cuckold him and making him into a laughing stock. He promised to
help her get ready for any of her dates and wait up for he return, so she
could tell him all about her adventures.
"A sissy cuckold, eh? If you want it dear, who am I to refuse? Oh and I
should tell you that your cock has always been a disappointment and that
I've been seeing a man for some time! He fucks me so hard that I come all
over his huge cock and I love it! Oh what a crybaby you are! Does the
knowledge that you never made me orgasm, make it worse? Well its true,
the only time you made me come was with your mouth! Chrissy is terrible
in sack Miss Moore! Sissy tell your boss that you want me to get my
sexual pleasure outside of our marriage? Go on sissy! For me!"
Sobbing, he obeyed and Miss Moore said that he was a brave sissy for
telling her. She asked him if he'd like to know if his new owner liked
women as well as men. Chrissy gasped at the suggestion, but Miss Clarke
smiled and said she'd been with several women. In fact she enjoyed a good
girl on girl fuck more than taking cock. The two women chatted on about
the lesbian adventures they'd had paying the sissy no mind.
Chrissy's tears stopped, as he became absorbed in the conversation taking
place in front of him. The thought of his wife and his boss fucking was a
fantasy he'd used to wank over many times. Watching them fuck, dressed as
a little sissy girl and being ignored had made him come so many times.
He raised his hands for attention and after a few moments Miss Moore
asked what he wanted. He begged her to go on a date with Miss Clarke and
afterwards fuck her. He told them both that the thought was terribly
exciting and he would be so honoured to have set up such a couple. Miss
Clarke said yes, but Miss Moore said she wanted Chrissy to do something
first to show them both just how much he wanted it.
"Chrissy would you like to show Miss Clarke your room? I bet she'd love
to see how pretty it is and just how many dresses you have? You do, well
then let's go! Take our hands sissy and we'll head upstairs!"
The short journey ended at a door marked with a sign saying "Sissy's
Room!" on it. Miss Moore opened it wide and the trio entered. The room
was spectacular, pink and feminine, it would have been perfect for a 3
year old girl. Princess inspired, the four poster bed had shimmering
tulle netting over it and a pink silk bed set. Next to it was a vanity
table covered in make up, perfumes and all the supplies needed to
transform a sissy.
Next was a large set of bedroom furniture, with a dozen draws and the
sissy shyly opened one to show Miss Clarke what was inside. It was filled
with little sissy girl knickers, in every shade imaginable and some
beside. The other draws held garters, stockings, bras and every kind of
lingerie, but all designed for a sissy. With a sense of glee, the sissy
showed his new owner everything concluding with a large walk in wardrobe.
Inside were dozens of dresses, in every colour and look, but all very
girly and perfect for the sissy. Some were even more, like a French Maid,
but still terribly immature. Schoolgirl uniforms, Nurses and even slutty
whorish outfits that would make Chrissy seem cheap.
Miss Clarke asked if he'd wear them all for her and all her friends.
Chrissy begged for it. Begged to wear them and shown off for Miss
Clarke's enjoyment. Turning to Miss Moore, the sissy asked if she'd allow
him to serve them both downstairs as there French Maid, at afternoon tea
and afterwards finish her chores. The temptress pretended to hem and haw,
but there was no debate.
"For you're information, the sissy was hand washing my intimates, weren't
you? A little service for us both and then some just for me! I'd like to
keep Chrissy here for a week to continue his training, but please feel
free to join us any time, Milly! All day at the office as my assistant
and when we return to my home, as my sissy slave! No moment of sexual
arousal will be allowed and if you even look at me in the wrong way, I'll
cane your bare bottom! Now let's change our sissy for teatime and you'll
get your first chance to dress him!"
Miss Clarke took the sissy over to his bed, pulled the netting out of the
way and began undressing him. First the dress, then petticoat and bonnet.
She had her first look at Chrissy's full figure. He wore a waist clincher
and a training bra, both in shimmering white satin with delicate pale
pink roses on them. The sissy's former wife slowly stripped him till he
stood in front of her naked. He used his hands to cover his raging hard
on, but she slapped them away and stood right behind him.
Breathing on his neck, her perfume in his nostrils, as she caressed his
chest and asked if he'd like her to choose her knickers. He begged her to
please do that, as well as begging her to pick the most girly ones in the
draw. Miss Clarke returned with a pair of powder blue silk knickers,
edged in pink lace and the bottom covered in pink lace ruffles.
She put them on the bed, as Miss Moore bought over the French Maids dress
and showed them both. Made from black satin, white lace and stunning, she
asked if they liked it.
"Chrissy will look perfect in that! Especially with these knickers
underneath, don't you think? He'll need a nice petticoat as well, so he
shows them off and some tights as well! White sheer tights and seamed I
think, as well as a tight corset! You do want to look your best for us,
don't you sissy? Well then its decided! Miss Moore be a dear and find our
sissy a pretty corset!"
As the sissy looked on, Miss Moore choose a pale pink satin boned corset.
She bought it over and had the sissy grab hold of the bottom to posts of
her bed. Over the next ten minutes, the sissy was slowly forced into her
corset and given an hourglass figure. Next was a pair of sheer white
tights, seamed and so sexy. Miss Clarke helped the sissy inside those
tights, her hand cupping his raging cock in the nylon prison of his own
making. He looked at her with longing, but he knew they'd be no relief
from her and he wanted that. He quietly asked if he could be forced to
become aroused, but never allowed any satisfaction and made to feel
utterly ashamed of it.
Miss Moore said of course and promised everyday under her roof, that
she'd have him watch one hour of porn, but make sure he'd never spurt! He
thanked her and asked for his knickers. Miss Clarke picked them up and
asked if he meant these. The sissy said yes, but his young wife laughed
and remarked to Miss Moore that they were perhaps to much even for a
sissy as pathetic as Chrissy.
Miss Moore said that in her experience a sissy should always be pushed
and if she really wanted to wear such girly knickers she should be
obliged. Miss Clarke had the sissy step into them, slowly draw them up
his legs and settle them in place. The two women watched in satisfaction,
as the sissy moaned in pleasure form his knickers and they laughed.
"Does that feel nice sissy? It does? Better than spurting I think and do
you agree? Yes you do, so if I told you I thought a pair of white frilly
lace ankle socks would help you feel even better, you'd agree? Okay then,
but then some shoes on your feet and I'd love to see you in some stiletto
heels! Really high ones, with a platform and hard to walk in! Perhaps
some ballet stiletto heels? Does sissy have some? He does well perfect!"
Ankle socks, followed by those ballet heels and the sissy was in trouble.
Between the corset and those heels, he could barely walk. Miss Moore
picked up a thin cane and set about teaching the sissy to walk for her.
Using the cane on the backs of thighs to illustrate a point, it took just
a few minutes and at the end, the sissy had a few welts for her trouble.
Chrissy was helped inside his petticoat, all net and horizontal before
being put in her French Maids dress. Buttoned up and smoothed out, she
was led to a mirror so should could see. Chrissy gasped and thanked them
both for how he looked, but wondered if a few accessories wouldn't help.
First was an apron, white silk and edged with lace. Miss Clarke tied it
around the maids waist and he saw embroidered on it the phrase "SISSY".
Next were a pair of fingerless white lace gloves and finally a maids cap,
but very different in design. Basically it was a bonnet, made from white
silk and lace. Miss Moore tied a big bow under her chin and finished off
the outfit.
A quick touch up with make up, a spray of perfume and a slap on the bum
before being ordered to serve them afternoon tea in the garden in 30
minutes. The sissy tottered downstairs to begin his task, while Miss
Moore and Miss Clarke headed in to the garden. They sat at a table on
comfortable chairs and began discussing everything. Nothing was too
graphic or taboo between them. When the sissy arrived with a large tea
tray, he caught the tail end of the discussion.
"So we're agreed then? Chrissy will start potty training tomorrow and
take twice daily enemas as well? Potty training will definitely humiliate
her and the enemas will remove any poo from the process! He wants to be a
little 3 year old girl? Well potty training will make sure he'll never be
the same again! Knickers around his ankles, petticoat and skirt won't it?
That he deserves everything we give him and that we only want to make his
every waking hour a total embarrassment! Oh here we go afternoon tea!"
The Sissy French Maid placed the tray down, removed all the needed items
and arranged them for ease of use. He then prepared the tea, making sure
to ask for the correct requirements and then producing the tea for his
ladies. He stood next to them both, as the drank, chatted and snacked on
light sandwiches. He was so hard in his knickers but knew he'd never come
again and was content. He had what he always wanted. To be a sissy and
the adventure was only beginning.
End of the first adventure.
Tune in for more.
© dirteesissy 2015
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