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Beth and Sissy
Copyright CassandraToday 2016
Beth stood up and walked from the bed to the far side of the room, over
to the ... what is it? thought Sissy; it looks like a St Andrew's Cross
lying on its back, with supports underneath to hold it at tabletop
height. Beth turned, smiled at Sissy, and crooked her finger in an
unmistakeable "come here" gesture. So enthusiastic at first, Sissy was
now hesitant, as it sank in that this would be reality, not fantasy. She
rose and started walking slowly toward Beth. Beth snapped her fingers
twice and pointed at a spot on the floor in front of her. Sissy's natural
submissiveness took over and she scurried across the floor to stand at
attention before Beth. "Strip," said Beth. Sissy quickly stripped off her
skimpy dress, her bra, and her stockings and garter belt, and came back
to attention.
Beth looked directly as Sissy's panties and raised one eyebrow. "Miss
Beth, I..." Sissy whimpered. Beth spoke a single word, "Sissy." It didn't
command anything, and yet it commanded everything. Sissy slipped her
panties down, blushing all the way. As always, a wave of shame washed
over her as she exposed her soft little penis. It was the only part of
her body that still marked her as, not a born female, but just a sissy.
"Aww, Baby Pe-pe's trying to swell up. That's so cute!" commented Beth.
Baby Pe-pe was her pet name for Sissy's penis, because after 10 years of
female hormones, it was so little, and it never got hard any more.
Another wave of shame came over Sissy, this time not because her Baby Pe-
pe marked her as not fully female, but because it was so small and soft,
it was a very feminine penis, reminding her of her surrendered
masculinity.
"Lie down up here, legs there, arms here," commanded Beth, and Sissy
complied. As Beth wrapped the first leather strap around Sissy's left
wrist and buckled it, Sissy gasped and her eyelids fluttered. No sooner
had she caught her breath, when Beth buckled a similar strap around her
right wrist. The same sort of straps around her ankles followed, and
Sissy felt the familiar rush of helplessness from the tips of her fingers
and toes to her groin. Beth dragged her nails across the sole of Sissy's
right foot. Sissy responded by thrashing, throwing her hips up and down
and side to side. "Oh, well that's no good," smiled Beth. Reaching under
the table, Beth pulled a strap over Sissy's waist and buckled it tightly.
The unexpected transition from helpless to immobile made Sissy gasp, and
if she'd been wearing panties, they would have started getting wet.
"Oh look, my girl's Baby Pe-Pe is leaking pussy juice. Does that mean my
sissy boy is ready to start? Is my girlie ready?" Beth cooed. The rapid-
fire gender teasing muddled Sissy's mind, while it set her every nerve
ending on edge.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"Tell me what you want, Sissy."
"Please... tickle me," asked Sissy.
"Tickle you just a little, like this?" asked Beth as her fingers briefly
danced along Sissy's ribs.
"No, more," pleaded Sissy.
"Tell me, Sissy."
"Please, please tickle me and keep tickling me," begged Sissy.
"Tickle you until I want to stop, no matter how much it torments you?"
"Yes, please, please Miss Beth."
"Very well," Beth replied with a grin.
And with that, all ten fingers on both hands started poking, wiggling,
and lightly scratching at Sissy's ribs. Sissy squealed as the tickling
brought home to her just how helpless she was, strapped to the table. Oh,
she laughed, but it was just an irresistible physical reaction to the
constant stimulation on her skin. As Beth's hands danced up Sissy to her
armpits, Sissy's squeals and her laughs competed for her voice. Beth
never tickled the same place for more than a few seconds, always moving,
always attacking a fresh patch of skin. Sissy added grunts to her mix of
squeals and laughter. As Beth moved back down Sissy's body, over her
ribs, all over her tummy, and down the insides of her thighs to her feet,
Sissy desperately tried to thrash, aware that the ceaseless tickling was
turning her mind to mush. But she could do no more than quiver, so
tightly was she bound. Beth stood at the foot of the table and started
dragging her fingernails along the soles of Sissy's feet, and Sissy
screamed. Beth continued her foot torture as Sissy was panting and
laughing and squealing and grunting all at once.
Then without warning, Beth switched to Sissy's middle -- her tummy, her
hips, her thighs, the soft skin where her thighs joined her groin. Sissy
felt a new sensation join the hysteria that had taken over her mind --
she started to become aroused. She desperately tried to thrust her slick,
wet penis toward Beth's dancing, tormenting fingers. Beth giggled. "Oh no
no, little girl, a sissy like you doesn't use her Baby Pe-pe to get off.
You have to come like a girl, your whole body has to orgasm." Sissy's
helpless, hysterical laughter took on an undertone of pleading. The
tickling felt like endless sexual teasing. She needed to climax however
she could.
And still Beth's hands were relentless, running up and down the insides
of her thighs, across the little space between her ass and her balls, up
her tummy and into her navel and back down again, circling Sissy's sex
organs but never touching them. Beth speeded up her fingers to tickle and
torment Sissy even more, then started teasing Sissy with a mocking voice.
"Oh, what's the matter, can't my little sissy boy come? Is my girly-girl
all turned on and can't get relief? Does she want me to stop and let her
go?"
"NO, NO," gurgled Sissy through her shrieks of laughter, tears of
frustration running from her eyes. "Don' ... don't st ... don't
stoooop!!"
"Then come for me, sissy boy. Come little girl. Come, baby, come."
And then Sissy felt it, rising above the overstimulation of the tickling,
pushing past the hoarseness in her throat, replacing every conscious
thing in her mind. A tsunami of almost unbearable pleasure slammed
through her body, reaching a peak in no particular part and at the same
time in every part of her body. She was sailing, she was flying, she had
been shot into space, she was drowning in an ocean of sexual bliss. She
didn't notice that Beth had switched from tickling her to caressing her
hair gently, for every nerve ending was still on fire. Every muscle
tensed and yet her whole being relaxed. She panted and held her breath,
panted and held her breath, over and over.
Then slowly, slowly, she drifted back toward reality. She became aware of
her body as something physical, not just a cloud of sensation. She became
aware of where she was, and felt Beth's gentle hands on her face.
Gradually feeling ready to see and hear again, she slowly opened her
eyes. The first sight to greet her was Miss Beth's face, inches from her
own, her blue eyes sparkling. "Are you ready to be turned loose and taken
to bed, my Sissy?" she whispered. Sissy, not yet entirely trusting her
voice, just nodded as she gazed adoringly into her mistress's eyes. The
straps were quickly undone, and they moved to the bed, though Sissy had
no idea how. As they snuggled under the soft, warm blankets, Sissy
sighed, "Oh, that was amazing. Thank you, thank you. I love you so much,
Miss Beth."
"I get so much pleasure out of tying you up and tormenting you," replied
Beth, "and I love you very much, my little sissy girly-boy."
They fell asleep smiling, Sissy's head on Beth's shoulder, and Beth's arm
protectively around Sissy.
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