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Sissy Julian - Chapter VI, Growing Pains
by: sissystevie
Yes, 'tis I, back again. If I can remember how to post this thing on FM.
I came across a partially completed additional chapter to this saga, which
I abandoned for personal reasons eight years ago, and thought why not?
Thus, spurred on by some of your wonderful comments, I completed the
chapter and may well complete the saga. There are just too many wonderful
kinky - and romantic - moment to come.
If you want me to continue, please let me know. However, I strongly
suggest you read the late foregoing chapters or little of this will make
sense. I also commend my other sagas as to the background of the 'Order.'
Characters and themes do recur.
So, back to production, and if lots of frilly sissy outfits, super swishy
behavior and more than a little kinky sex -- not to mention dominant women
-- are your thing, please read on. Again, I do recommend a review of the
prior five chapters to refresh your sissy senses, not to mention a few
other urges.
As always this is a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references
are intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events
whether past or present.
This chapter is rated X just because of wholly gratuitous sissy sex.
Sissy Julian
Chapter VI - Growing Pains
by sissystevie
Julian's exhaustion from his most active visit to the village allowed him
a near catatonic sleep for a couple of hours before Giselle came to sort
him out for dinner. He was numb from the day's events. Too numb to
contemplate the Yin and Yang of his abject public humiliation followed by
Jock's tender, loving attention -- let alone the bizarre world in which he
was now living. Ringing in the young boy's mind was that this was somehow
very, very permanent.
Yessiree Bob, this sure wasn't Kansas anymore! The only things missing
were the pooch and the munchkins! But then, folks, the evening was young
... very young! Dinner that night at Chez Bichier would far exceed even
Julian's now jaded expectations.
He was dressed in pink sheer silk taffeta shorts with an attached round
collared top, both done up the back with a row of fine pearl buttons. A
broadly bowed sash fit tightly about his slender waist. Matching white
satin open panties with a new peenie petal and nipple exposing training
bra, five-inch heeled mary janes, and sissy frilly socks completed his
dinner outfit. Whilst Giselle tended to his flowing flaxen hair, Julian
mindless counted the bows attached to his clothing, shoes and hair and
found the number to be an incredible eleven.
"Maintenant, le diner," announced Giselle. "I must change pour la
Ma?tresse. Go to zee grande salle ? manger.
"Goodness, is this my life now?" he briefly pondered before his mind again
shut down.
Even Mr. Wiggly seemed routine now.
Dinner was not.
The camp's large and surprisingly formal dining room was bathed in soft
light from a roaring fire and scores of candles. Apart from the long
formal table, a smaller round, linen covered table had been set up next to
the huge Adirondack stone fireplace. Facing the roaring fire was a most
remarkable Aunt Jane Bichier.
Her flowing mane of silver hair cascaded down past her still very firm,
perfectly shaped and quite exposed breasts. About her body was a sheer
black leather gown that clung to her lean, supple body as if it were a
second skin. The gown began with a high, upright collar that surrounded
the back and sides of her head before forming a deep, breast exposing vee
down to her hips where it met a mesh metal belt. The clasp on the belt
rested just above her quam and bore that strange old world crest that Aunt
Jane seemed to favor. A few inched below the clasp the dress again split
in an inverse vee all the way down to the floor.
Full fashioned, black silk stockings were attached to thin lacy
suspenders. Her shoes were six-inch black patent pointed toe stiletto
heels and a thick bracelet again bearing that same mysterious crest
adorned her slender, perfectly turned ankle. The dress' sleeves tightly
laced to fit down her arms, ending at her wrists, contrasting brilliantly
with her long, perfectly manicured blood red nails. Her severe makeup and
matching red lips imparted a vampire-like aurora to her regal presence.
Julian's jaw dropped and his over-exercised peenie pulsed. Even to his
addled mind, her very presence commanded attention and could not be
denied. Then he noticed what was in her hands.
One hand held a menacing long, thin, black and red leather riding crop;
the other held two thin silver chain leashes by their white leather handle
loops. Julian's mesmerized eyes slowly followed the leashes' chains down
to discover her equally bizarre captives -- Bunny and Flossie.
The surprisingly mature young women, lounging on large white satin
pillows, were naked except for white frilly satin ribbon garter belts,
sheer silk stockings, and six-inch white patent leather heels. The leashes
ended at white leather collars about each girl's neck. Not exactly your
basic acolyte outfits, but then it was now clear that the two were
somewhat past the typical acolyte's age.
The scene made Sodom and Gomorrah (pre-fire and brimstone) look like a
'family values' tourist trap. And that was before one considered the
effeminate pantywaist Julian and the newly entered, and remarkably quickly
changed, Giselle.
Giselle's costume change was what chefs refer to as a reduction. She had
boiled down to essentially the same outfit as Bunny and Flossie, but in
fine black kidskin leather with a few modifications -- thigh-high, black
stiletto heeled boots and an impossibly tight corset with suspenders.
Additional trimmings included shoulder-high, full-buttoned black kid
gloves and a studded leather choker; the makeup was pure Vampire 101. She
fondled a long black and red leather flogger in her gloved hands as if it
were a sacred icon.
The only pair of panties in the room belonged to Julian ... and his did a
poor job of covering anything traditional.
A scene from the Casbah on steroids.
The sensuous display of perfectly formed feminine breasts and full
Brazilian moist, musky love mounds were the first Julian had seen 'au
naturel.' Their outfits were beyond anything he could imagine -- even
after the past few days. Frankly, everything that happened to him during
the past few days was beyond his imagination, or any other Republican
voter for than matter -- except perhaps the good Canon Cockburn.
It presented yet another affront to his already too conflicted and far too
tired mind. The Yin and Yang again.
The horror of the conflict was that he wanted to be like THEM,
particularly Bunny and Flossie -- beautifully feminine and sublimely
sexually submissive. Yet he also wanted to utterly submit to the twin
Goddesses of Auntie Jane and the remarkably changed Giselle.
"Ah, to be a comely concubine," he thought.
"But to whom?
"And as what?
"I'm not a girl, just a pretty, pretty boy."
Julian's peenie suddenly loomed large in his mind. Yes, he wanted at least
to look like Bunny and Flossie, but to become them?
He quite liked his peenie, microscopic as it might be. He knew he was
trapped under the control of some very unique and exotic women. However,
more than just a ladies' sissy boy-toy, he had a serious crush on another
boy -- a real boy.
"What would Jock think of all this?" his muddled mind mused. "What does
Jock really think of me? Am I just a summer faggot fling to him as well?"
"Am I crazy?" Julian uttered to no one in particular before his exhausted
mind defensively selected the best available alternative and simply shut
down.
Julian fainted.
*****
Sleep, when it finally came to Julian, was no better. The conflicts played
out repeatedly in vivid dreams.
The image of the evening's Lesbos Luxe dining room scene had seared itself
forevermore in his mind. The Dominant women were so compelling, and the
two submissives became role models. The scene played out again and again
in Julian's dreams. How he wished to be either Bunny or Flossie -- or
both!
His subconscious also revisited the events of the day. The most troubling
factor about the horrific public spanking and humiliating wankings he
endured was that he enjoyed it.
His bizarre girlish outfits were more stimulating than troubling. He
simply could not see himself as anything other than a total simpering
sissy, but a nagging feeling that there clearly was something 'more' out
there kept returning to his tormented, yet so provocative dreams.
Then there was Jock, again and again -- his knight in shining armor. No
scene seemed complete without Jock, however compelling the dominant women
were.
Being in his arms was divine ... so natural, so comfortable. Each loop
returned to Jock.
*****
Julian awoke in his sumptuous, girlie bedroom with rumpled bedclothes and
his thoughts in even greater turmoil. As he plodding to the loo, it never
occurred to him how he got from the dining room to his bedroom, let alone
how his hair was done up in curlers.
By rote, he followed the routine Giselle laid out the previous morning. A
manic urge deep within compelled him to be pretty. The mechanical tasks
were therapeutic as he applied himself to the challenge of each
undertaking.
Bath ablutions were soothing, especially the douche and, surprisingly, the
reinsertion of Mr. Wigglie. The silk robe felt divine and somehow
renewing. He even figured out how to attach the breast pumps and quite
enjoyed their pulsing rhythm as he gently rocked on the cushioned vanity
seat, letting Mr. Wigglie perform his magic.
Needless to say, considerable clean up was required. Sissies will be
sissies after all.
Back to Lake Orenda relative reality, makeup, such as he needed it given
the semi-permanent base, proved more problematic with his new long
fingernails, but most pleasing in its end result. Julian even added the
rouge circles to his high cheeks and tended to his new ear piercings. His
hair came together with surprising ease. After carefully removing the
tight curlers, the bob flip combed out naturally. A nearby shiny cotton
gingham hair bow was more difficult, but the enterprising sissy finally
clipped it in place to perfection.
Quite pleased with himself, Julian turned towards the armoire to discover
a complete outfit hanging from it with lingerie and accessories neatly
placed on a nearby chair.
Are these Dommes cleaver, or what?
Well, this is unabashed sissy fiction after all!
Julian surveyed the frilly articles of clothing, taking each item into his
delicate hands and feeling its sensuous texture. Lingerie was white silk
with delicate baby blue lace trim. The panties had the usual peenie petal
opening and the form-making training bra again was open about his now
distended nipples and trimmed to match his panties.
The morning outfit, at least by Lake Orenda standards, was almost
conservative: polished cotton baby blue and white gingham shorts with
back-crossing shoulder straps and a frilly, high necked blouse that
thankfully, like his shorts, buttoned up on side and not the back. His
white patent heels, as now required, were a full five inches high.
Julian dressed with about the same determination as William Tecumseh
Sherman marched to the sea. Deep inside, Julian possessed a pulsating need
to become the pluperfect prancing pansy.
After retouching his makeup to better blend with the blue and white theme
for the day and donning far too much pearl jewelry, Julian grabbed the
tiny matching gingham handbag and delicate white and baby blue hankie and
headed for the floor to ceiling mirror.
"Oooh myyy Gawd, but you are such a little sissy faggot!" Julian uttered
to his reflected image.
"And you love it, don't you pansy boy?" came from the doorway.
Giselle was up.
Putting down a breakfast tray, she commanded, "Admit it to me now, pansy
boy!"
"Yes, Miss," came the weak, but accepting response.
"Indeed you do my fair faggot. Indeed you do!" she responding whilst
coming behind him.
Gone was her traditional maid's uniform, replaced by a prim black linen
secretary's pencil skirt, tight belt and crisp white blouse. Seamed taupe
nylons ended descended to stiletto black patent heels. Her sleek black
hair was in a tight bun and her demeanor had the iron willed backbone of a
true Domme.
"You did a remarkable job preparing yourself this morning. That alone
defines you. Now, let's look you over, shall we?" she teased as her nimble
fingers began rolling poor Julian's needy nipples.
"Yes, proper sissy shoes. High, stiletto, white patent leather heels with
bow-trimmed ankle straps. Little frilly sissy ankle socks with sweet
ruffled, lacy bowed tops. Mmmm, just so perfectly pansy!
"Now let's look at the rest of you. We all know what a foot f?tichiste you
are, but you sissy shorts are sooo sweet. Chintz gingham in little boy
baby blue and white, short-short legs with ruffle and lace trim, tight
flat front making a pointy pathetic peenie pronouncement, frilly edged
shoulder straps and such cute big cloth covered buttons in front of its
high waist.
"Mmmm, now who's the sweet sissy here?"
Hapless Julian swooned.
Giselle moved in for the kill.
"Now look at your adorable top. So sissy sweet, it defines you!
"Yes my pet, it's a frilly little confection that displays your budding
titties, cute bra and ever so boy-femmie upper body. Aren't the high
collar and puffy short sleeves just to die for?"
Julian, the ever-hapless sissy continued his swoon, totally enraptured by
both his ing?nue image and the comely, but now dominant, maid.
"It should drive your so precious Jock wild. We shall soon see; he's
taking us over to the Village today in the 'Pouf Bunny'. But first eat you
sissy goo and take you girlie pills."
"Us?" thought the hapless sissy, who also wondered what happened to
Giselle's heavy French accent.
*****
Giselle managed only a moderately terrifying golf cart drive down to the
boathouse where both dreamboat and actual boat awaited, the former
sporting a pointed salute in his nether region.
Julian swooned. Jock throbbed. Giselle rolled her eyes.
Despite Julian's prodigious earlier deposit, sissy pollen was beginning to
dribble from his quivering peenie petal. Giselle sat up front next to
Jock, relegating the hapless sissy to sit close to the inboard's huge V-8
engine.
Julian's pique at not sitting next to Jock abruptly ended when the engine
turned over and pulsed to an high idle. Once again, Mr. Wigglie conducted
virtually every throbbing piston stroke of the engine, and with eight
pistons that was a whole lot of sissy stimulation! And they had not even
cast off.
Ah, but seconds later they did, and Mr. Wigglie's own throttle pushed into
warp-drive. When the Pouf Bunny hit the more choppy open water at full
speed Julian was being beamed up to planet Pluto. The sissy's high pitched
shrieks nearly equaled the engine's roar, and his peenie pump was
expelling all sorts of sissy bilge. The strumpet's sissy stick turned into
its own version of the Super Squirter water gun. It did not stop until
they landed at the village dock.
Giselle knew this was going to be delicious as she turned around with
camera in hand. Julian's legs were akimbo and his shorts and blouse front
completely saturated, as was a good portion of the front of his blouse.
Trauma victims sometimes have a thousand yard stare, well Julian had a
thousand pump shot stare. For all intents, he had collapsed. Well, there's
pumped and then there's pumped an entirely different way. What a sight.
"Let the march of shame commence!" she thought.
Did I mention how tricky those Dommes can be? Or how hapless sissies can
be?
"Julian, how could you!" snapped Giselle. Your outfit is ruined; you're a
disgrace. For this you shall pay dearly. Kneel down in front of your seat
and clean it up with your tongue."
Julian licked up the mighty messy sissy bilge and then looked up at
Giselle, his face now a complete mess of makeup and sissy cream. "Now get
your pathetic pansy ass out of the boat," Giselle hissed.
Once the distressed sissy was on the dock, Giselle made him lower his
shorts to just above his knees. She used the shoulder straps to secure
them in a manner that effectively hobbled the pathetic pansy. Julian's
elbows were bound together behind him with a white satin reinforced
ribbon. He compressed elbows stretched his soaked blouse across he
engorged nipples, making for a most provocative sight.
Then, almost as if the entire event was planned, Giselle produced a long
thin snappy whip and a white leather leash, which she attached to the base
of his now completely exposed peenie petal.
"Won't you present a most interesting sight to Miss Bettina," Giselle
snarled. "I'm sure she will sort you out in a most interesting manner."
With a sharp slash of her whip and a squeal from Julian, "Now mince you
way to her shop. It should be an interesting walk of shame."
It was. All the way down the main street, past the large general store and
hotel. Giselle seemed to use her whip every few steps until poor Julian's
thighs were becoming quite thoroughly lined with welts and his pantied ass
was on fire. Julian's shrieks from each lash only announced his presence
and drew even more spectators. The jeers and comments were endless,
constantly referring to his despicable condition, pansy appearance and
microscopic popsie.
What horror for our prancing pouf!
Bettina was aghast. "He cannot come into my shop in that condition. He's
still dripping in his own sissy juices."
After thinking for a moment, she turned to Giselle and said, "Let's put
him in the street display window to drip dry. Would you be a dear and
secure him 'stage center'? I think I should add a little sign."
After relocating a couple of mannequins, Giselle pulled Julian through the
display window entryway, had him stand on a small pedestal and secured his
bound elbows to a swiveling ceiling hook. She then pulled his panties down
to just above his improvised bondage shorts, revealing his soaked peenie
petal and striped bubble butt and thighs. Bettina handed a white cardboard
sign with pink lettering through to Giselle and asked her to pin it to his
back.
After a final check, Giselle climbed out, flipped a wall switch and the
pedestal began slowly turning. With a sinister smile she closed the door,
which matched the display's mirrored back wall. Poor Julian was exposed
for 360 degree viewing enjoyment by all. As he turned to the jeering
passersby, he finally read the sign on his backside in the mirrors. It
read: SOILED SERIAL SISSY SQUIRTER.
Oh, the shame! Oh, the humiliation! Oh, the excitement!
*****
After an hour of public torment the pedestal stopped rotating and Miss
Bettina opened the mirrored door and announced, "Time to get some
productive work of you."
Julian was led by leash through a shop of disapproving, sneering women
customers to a bathroom in the rear where he was told to strip and step
into the shower to wash body, hair and the ever present Mr. Wigglie. After
a much needed cleansing Julian stepped out of the shower, reinserted his
tush tormentor and dried himself with a fluffy pink towel just as the door
opened and Bettina entered with a stack of clothing.
Okie-dokie my divine diminutive doxie, time to become my salon sissy. Good
thing Blossom Bracewell sent over a complete change of clothing in
addition to your new uniform.
"First put on your panties, peenie petal and new quarter cup bra, then
something new and different as I want you to have a wasp-thin waistline.
After Julian was rigged in pink silk and white lace petal, panties and
bra, Bettina put a white with pink bows and lace boned underbust corset
about her waist and began the process of lacing up its back. After
reaching the point where the hapless sissy could barely breathe, she tied
off the laces and set about drawing up white opaque stockings with pink
bows at their tops up Julian's lone, shapely legs. After attaching them to
the eight suspender straps and smoothing the clasps' pink satin ribbons,
she placed his feet in his white patent five-inch heels.
"There, much better," she stated as she adjusted the bra to take even more
flesh from the corset into their cups. Egads, the simpering sissy now had
some cleavage, not to mention a quite pronounced peckerette.
"Now for your uniform."
After drawing up a very full white crinoline petticoat, a pinpoint cotton
round collar blouse was added. Finally a pink and white, old fashion,
hospital Candy Striper pinafore dress was dawn over her head and down
about her body. The waist tightly buttoned over his constricted waist to
cut a most pleasant shape. Because of the petticoat's full shape, the
pathetic pouf failed to realize the tops of his stocks and garters were
fully exposed. On the bib of the dress, 'Salon Sissy' was embroidered in
fancy script. A locking silver metal collar was placed about his neck and
snapped shut. No key was present.
"Out for a quick hairdo and makeup and your service shall begin," she
said. "Now mince, and I really do mean mince with the finest sissy swish,
or pay a very dear price!"
After new pink-toned make-up, frosted pink lips and nails and a pink
satin-ribboned bun hairdo, Julian was ordered to sweep the floors and
offer the lady patrons refreshments.
Before he knew it twelve o'clock came, and Giselle returned with leash and
whip. "Time for a medical visit and then off to ballet class. More and
even more special sissy fun!" she proclaimed.
"Bettina tells me that you salon duties were performed well. I hope that
performance will continue without additional sissy lapses. In addition,
your store window presence was a hugh crowd pleaser. Perhaps it will
become a regular event. Now wouldn't that be duckie good fun! We all know
what an exhibitionists sissies can be, and you especially love it."
Hooking the leash to Julian's collar, she added, "Now, I expect sissy
perfection in our walks to the doctor's and Lila's Little Ladies Ballet
Studio. Do not even think of disappointing me, bitch"
"Bitch?" thought Julian.
Julian really did make an effort to properly prance with pouty lips and
limp wrists his way to the offices of Harlan B. Hardmann, MD, where they
encountered one Mildred D. Milquer, RN, who might well have been Mel
Brooks' Nurse Diesel's twin sister. Her starched 1950s uniform, obvious
bullet bra and nurse's cap were a fetish dream; her bright red lips and
nails together with the white full fashion stockings and stiletto lace-up
heels a fetish wet dream.
Her demeanor simply terrified Julian.
It did not terrify Giselle, who simply announced that Sissy Julian was
here for his appointment.
"Please follow me." Nurse Milquer replied, as she opened a door to the
clinical offices. "Sissy, go in this exam room, take off you dress and
petticoat. I will return shortly. Miss Giselle, I will show you to the
Doctor's office."
After Julian had removed his outer clothing, Nurse Milquer returned. "We
need to remove your bra, corset, petal and panties. Please turn about so I
may unlace you."
She rapidly, and to Julian's great relief, undid the crushing corset and
proceeded to undo the remaining undergarments. "Now, up on the exam table,
feet in the stirrups. Yes, leave on your heels."
Julian was troubled by how exposed his position was, but utterly aghast
when the nurse began strapping him to the table and stirrups. However, his
popsie pole was not and simply extended to the occasion.
A short time later, Doctor Hardmann and Giselle entered the examination
room. The good doctor was a handsome, fit gentleman of about 50 - straight
from the set of Marcus Welby, MD.
"Sissy, I am Doctor Hardmann and you are here for a routine progress
examination. Nurse Milquer, you may draw blood samples now."
As the nurse drew the blood, the good doctor continued, "My, but you
really are sissy perfection. Jane is totally correct, you may well be the
equal of Constance's Daphne. Time and training will tell, but my bet is
that you will be another submissive Heather Homequest, which is a rather
wonderful outcome in and of itself. It certainly has been just that for
Lord Homequest.
"Daphne is a dominant apple that fell far too close to her mother's tree.
Heather is a cumquat that was plucked. And so shall you be.
"What a productive summer for new sissies. My colleague over in Rhode
Island, Diana D'Oley, tells me of another spectacular sissy down there who
has the full attention of Grand Mistresses of The Order, if not the
Countess, herself. I sense they want you in perfection for the upcoming
wedding across Lake Chaplain.
"Now, to examine you, my dear."
Indeed, the Hardmann did just that with close breasts inspection, peenie
perusal and then some special derriere dipping. First, after donning latex
gloves and to a loud squeal from Julian, Mr. Wigglie was removed. Next
fingers were inserted up the sissy's pootie hole to gauge dilation.
Finally, the doctor stepped aside and said, "Nurse Milquer, you may take
the semen sample now."
Each exam had increased inches in his man tool tent.
With an almost drooling smile and a rustle of heavily stanched cotton, the
nurse held up a large curved rubber probe with a textured ball-shaped tip
as if were the crown jewels.
"Good luck nurse after the amount the pansey's petit peenie pumped a few
hours ago," laughed Giselle.
"No worries, Giselle," the doctor replied, "Nurse Milquer's sissy seeding
tool has never failed to get results, even from the worst offending
squirters."
With that the nurse placed a small suction vial over Julian's tiny twinkie
and brought her tool up to his lubed and dilated pansy pussy. "Now my
comely cumquat, give nursie your best creamies!" She commanded.
In it went to a long sissy sigh, about it went to melodious moans, and
without much further ado, out came sissy's extra rich cream.
Can Mildred D. Milquer, RN milk sissies or what!
"Excellent as always, Nurse," said Doctor Hardmann. "Please send it along
with the blood specimens to the lab stat.
"We need to maintain a very special balance here for his intended. I will
send a report to Jane this afternoon."
"'Intended', what does THAT mean?" questioned the befuddled and quite
spent milksop.
Just maybe there is a plan here, dear reader.
"Excellent." He proclaimed. "Nurse, redress her, minding very tight lacing
of her corset and reinsertion of Mr. Wigglie, and it's off to the dance
studio for her.
"Oh, and Miss Mildred, please report to my office after the sissy leaves."
Hum, might something else urgently require milking?
Anyway, back out to the streets and another improving sissy display
walking to her next appointment.
Just another quiet afternoon in a terminally quaint Adirondack village...
*****
"You need training before real training," declared Lila Louisa LaRue upon
Julian's entrance to Her Little Ladies Ballet Academy. Today, we will do
basics, and you are properly attired for such.
"Walk, sit, curtsey is all I wish to achieve today. We need basics before
I allow you to join my corps as Julia.
"Deportment is the mission. When I am finished, you will be the most over
the top swishing sissy on all five cotenants, and possibly the remainder
of the planets in our solar system.
"Miss Giselle and her whip will remain here with her to insure that is the
exact outcome.
Welcome to sissy school, my dear!"
To be continued...
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