OMG III The Waxing
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Pansy Pumpscock felt like a living doll. Arms extended out, standing
perfectly still as Mrs. Hutchinson sprinkled powder all over her naked
body, she was DaVinci's Vitruvian Man, sissified.
As Pansy was being positioned into various poses, her mind drifted back
to wonderfully violent face fucking she had received just a few minutes
ago. It was just dreamy the way he used her mouth without any
consideration for her feelings. He was a strong man, who took what he
needed, and she was a sissy who needed to make men cum.
She was in love. She just knew it. She let out a deep sigh, "OMG, I need
to be making men cum." Not with the man, but with the feeling of being
used as a disposable fuck object for men's satisfaction. It was such a
beautiful feeling, being used by men. Pansy couldn't understand why more
people didn't devote themselves to pleasing men's cocks.
It's a good thing they didn't though, because then who would do all the
fucking? The idea of there being no men in the world to use sissy
faggots like her made her shudder to the core. What a horrible thought.
She looked into Mrs. Hutchinson's eyes and cried, "OMG, I need to be
making men cum."
She patted Pansy on the behind and assured her, "Don't worry, little
sissy. You'll be making men cum before you know it."
The confidence in her voice put Pansy at ease. If she, as a Superior
woman that must be obeyed in all ways, wasn't worried then there was no
reason for a silly sissy to be worried.
"There. Now you're all ready for you camisole."
"OMG," Pansy blushed.
"Close your eyes, Pansy Pumpscock."
Pansy did, whispering with excitement, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
The bimbo sissy could feel a delicate satin being draped over her body.
It was as if she was being encased in heaven.
"Now, open."
Slowly opening her eyes, Pansy saw Paul wearing the most wonderful baby
pink slip. Looking between the beautiful lingerie and the man wearing it
caused her to go into an emotional feedback loop, jumping between joy,
and disgust.
Mrs. Hutchinson could tell that the sissy was in distress. "Don't worry
girl. We'll have you all prissied up soon enough. Now isn't this just
adorable?"
Pansy just had to agree. It was adorable. "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
"I knew you'd liked that. Next, we need to get you into some pretty
panties." Turning around, the corset maker walked over to a dresser and
pulled out something that Pansy couldn't quite make out.
Walking towards Pansy, she took her two hands, that were joined together
in front of her and slowly pulled them apart to present an adorable pair
of pink and white carousel burlesque ruffle-butt panties.
"OMG!" They were just perfect, and she needed to wear them, NOW.
"Aren't these the most adorable pair of panties that you have ever seen
in your sissified life?"
Pansy nodded. They were.
"Now let's get them on you." Mrs. Hutchingson bent stiffly at the knees
to place the panties on the floor. "You're going to have to pull them
up, my dear."
As the sissiest of sissies bent down and started pulling them up her
legs, she wondered if this was how it felt during the first moon
landing. For the first time in her life, she was putting on a woman's
pair of panties. They were slowly sliding up her smooth legs, reaching
up to her hairless crotch. 4... 3... 2... 1....
Pansy Pumpscock was wearing panties. Pansy, the sissy who needed more
than anything to make men cum, was wearing the sissiest panties she had
ever seen. They were doing something to sissy, and she didn't understand
it.
Up til now, Pansy's little sissy clit had been as limp as a noodle.
Something about encasing her peepee a women's pair of panties made it go
instantly erect. She was tenting her panties, and she didn't know what
to do.
She wasn't a man, she was a sissy, and sissies didn't have hard
throbbing erections, they had little smooth crotches that made them look
all feminine.
She looked questioningly at Mrs. Hutchingson. "OMG, I need to be making
men cum." The words making men cum made her erect sissy clit bob up and
down.
She looked down at it in terror. Any other cock would have excited her
more than anything in the world. But not this thing. This bulge was all
wrong.
"Well, well, well, it seems that you have an uncontrolled sissy clit,
Pansy. That just will not do, will it? No no no no. I think I know where
your next stop needs to be, young lady."
She was giggling at Pansy's predicament. Her amusement only seemed to
make Pansy's clitty throb harder, and bob up and down more.
SMACK. "Now hold still." She smacked Pansy hard on the tush.
Pansy froze, her cock thrusting obscenely in front of her.
Before she knew it, her midsection was being encased in an ultra-sissy
corset that had been made for her.
Standing behind Pansy, she started to pull the laces together. With each
tug, she could feel her manhood being constricted out of her. She could
feel the garments forcing to arch her back invitingly. Pansy gasped as
she saw the cloth pushing the flesh of her chest up more and more giving
her a small, yet pronounced bust line.
Just when the sissy didn't think it could get any tighter, Mrs.
Hutchingson ordered her, "breathe in," and Pansy took in what felt like
a small amount of air. "Breathe out," and just as the air escaped her
body, the women pulled on the laces as hard as she could, encasing the
sissy even more into her corset.
After several more inhales and exhales, the shop's Mistress was
satisfied that Pansy was sufficiently tight. Stepping back, and turning
her to face the mirror, she let Pansy see her handiwork.
"OMG!!!" Pansy Pumpscock had the frame of a woman. She now had a
delicate waste that clearly defined the curves of her ass and chest.
Twisting about, she marveled at the curvature of her back, making her
look like a porn star made to be mounted by dozens of anonymous men.
It really was too much for her. All the images of men using her. The
thought of men's cocks bobbing hard as they watch her walk by. Being
lifted up in the air like a doll and put into obscene positions. Her
clothes completely controlling how she, looked, how she acted, how she
thought. In it all, the new sissy had forgotten to breathe. And so, in a
moment of perfect joy and clarity, Pansy fainted.
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It was good that Pansy got a chance to rest because it allowed her to
figure out what the problem was. Seeing a hard, throbbing erection
jutting out of her ruffle butt panties, was clearly, all wrong. Sissies
don't cum. They make men cum. Sissies don't get hard. They make men get
hard. She was going to need to get her sissy clit under control. In her
dreams, she imagined it all nicely locked up in a pretty pink cage. She
was going to need that. As soon as she woke up...
As she visualized her clit nicely locked up under her panties, Pansy
could hear a song off in the distance. "I'm a Barbie girl..." It was a
pretty song. "In a Barbie world..." It was an important song. "Wrapped
in plastic..." OMG, it was her phone ringing.
Pansy Pumpscock snapped awake and tried to figure out where her phone
was. She was lying on a small bed, and she could see that her phone was
on a table across the room. She tried to get up as she normally would
but quickly fell back down on the mattress. The corset she was wearing
meant that she was going to have to figure out new ways to move about.
Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she pushed her arms behind
her, slowing rising her to a sitting position.
The effort took the breath out of her. She sounded like she had just
been fucked, hard. OMG ,giggles.
After a few failed attempts Pansy was able to rise up and mince over to
the phone. ANSWER ME was calling her. Pansy answered.
"OMG, I need to be making men cum!" They sounded worried.
Pansy wasn't sure what to say. "Oh my gawd, I need to be making men
cum."
"OMG, I need to be making men cum?"
Pansy told her the problem. "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"
And with a commanding voice, the extremely lispy voice on the other end
of the phone told her, "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
It was a weird feeling. Suddenly, she was a puppet, and someone was
pulling her strings. She liked that feeling. Looking down at the phone,
she opened up the Maps application, zeroed in on her location and
clicked, MAKE A PIN. Holding down on the pin of her location, she
selected the option to send it to one of her contacts. She only had two
contacts: CALL ME, and ANSWER ME. She chose ANSWER ME.
Hearing the swoosh on her end and then on the other end she remarked
obediently, "OMG, I need to be making men cum."
This sparked an excited reply from the sissy on the other end of the
phone. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
Back and forth they went until it became a blur and they were saying it
as one. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM. OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN
CUM." Then all of a sudden, Pansy hung up.
Standing in the doorway to the back of the shop, Mrs. Hutchinson looked
amusedly at Pansy. "Well, well, well. You seem to be doing a lot better
now. Let's look at you."
Twirling in front of the mirror, Pansy let soak in all the sissified
details of the custom corset that was tightly wrapped around her smooth
body. She was a living, barely breathing, work of art.
"We just need to add a few finishing touches, Pansy. Now, step out of
your shoes."
Pansy looked like she had just been zapped. "OMG." She had worked so
hard to find her sky-high platform Fuck Me Pumps. The last thing in the
world `she wanted to do was take them off.
"Don't worry, girly. We'll have them back on you in no time. Now, take
them off." And she clapped her hands sternly, giving Pansy no option but
to instantly obey her.
Holding out a wide, white lace belt, she handed it to Pansy. "Here, put
this on." Pansy took it from her and pulled it open between her hands,
the way Paul would start to put on a pair of pants. As he lifted one leg
and bent over, she could feel the corset constrict around her, forcing
out what little air was allowed into her lungs. The tight bonds around
her waist prevented her from bending low enough to fit one of her Fuck
Me Pumps through the belt. Twirling around in circles, hopping on one
leg, she cried, "OMG!"
The spinning about made her dizzy, causing Pansy to collapse onto the
bed. Exasperated, she cried, "OMG."
"Here, silly sissy. Let me help you." Taking the belt from Pansy, she
started pushing it up her smooth, feminine legs. "Lift!" she commanded,
and the sissy lifted up her behind so that the belt could go around her
waist.
"And now, the pieces de resistance!" She held out a pair of white
fishnet stockings. "Be very careful, Pansy. We don't want a run, now do
we?"
Gently, as Pansy lifted up her right leg, Mrs. Hutchinson pulled the
white, fishnet stocking up. When it reached above her thigh, Mrs.
Hutchinson connected the suspenders to it. "Now the other one."
Before you knew it, Pansy Pumpscock was bedecked in the sexiest of sissy
undergarments. She looked both elegant and ultra sissy at the same time.
It made her want to swoon. "Don't forget to breathe now, silly sissy."
And Pansy took as deep a breath as her tightly laced corset would allow.
"Now, before you stand up, let's get your clothes back on, shall we."
The last thing that she wanted to do in the world was to put back on
those ugly man clothes. Still, she had to obey.
Gingerly pulling up the legs of her pants, Pansy lifted up her ass and
started buckling the buckle. As she did that Mrs. Hutchinson put her
platform, sky high, Fuck Me Pumps back onto her feet.
Looking at her erection, tenting out of her pants, Pansy sighed, "OMG."
Quickly pulling Pansy up onto her feet, made the sissy get all light
headed and giggle, "OMG."
"Put your dress shirt on, and tuck it in, Sissy."
Pansy Pumpscock hurried to obey.
"Look at you, just look at you. You can tell that underneath all those
silly boys clothes that you're 100% girly." It was true. She looked like
she had borrowed some way too big clothes from her boyfriend after
sleeping over. What was custom fit, now seemed like bargain basement
hand-me-downs.
"Let's check and see how you're doing, shall we?" The sissy didn't
really understand what Mrs. Hutchinson was talking about. It didn't
really matter, because as soon as the woman barked out the command,
"Pansy, prance!" the sissies body took over.
Looking straight ahead, Pansy's hands flew straight down to her waist,
with her hands pointing out at a 90-degree angle. A silent beat started
playing in her head, and she began doing a perfect, sissified, version
of a runway strut, her legs taking long strides one foot directly ahead
of the next. Her expression took on that of a blow-up doll. Her mouth
was a perfect O, and her face was completely expressionless.
Getting to the end of the room her body took a deep curtsey, and looking
straight ahead, she stated matter of factly, "OMG, I need to be making
men cum," in what could only be described as a dumb, dumbo, sissy voice,
before pivoting back and prancing in the other direction.
She pivoted around perfectly and started to place back to the other side
of the room. Halfway across, Mrs. Hutchinson called out, "Pansy, Mince!"
Instantly, the sissy proudly strutting across the room changed. Her
hands flew up high, and limp at chest level. Her gait when from a firm,
and confident, to prissy and sissy, as her knees joined together,
forcing her to take little, knock-kneed, baby steps. Her walk was
ridiculous and forced a chuckle out of the prim and proper Mrs.
Hutchinson.
Getting to the end of the room, Pansy did an over the top curtsey, and
said in a ridiculous baby voice, "OMG, I need to be making men cummies!"
Turning around Pansy got only one step before hearing the words, "Pansy,
end," causing her to instantly stop what she was doing and stand there,
unaware that just a few moments ago she was prancing around like a
ridiculous sissy.
"Excellent, Pansy! Most excellent!" Pansy beamed with delight.
"Everything they said about you was true. You'll forgive me that I had
to see for myself, dearie."
"OMG, I need to be..." All of a sudden they could hear an urgent tapping
on the front door of the store.
"Could you go see who that is, Pansy?"
"OMG!" Pansy walked to the front area of the store and up to the door.
Trying to open the door, she quickly realized that it was locked.
Opening the door, Pansy only had a split second before a tall girl
pushed her way past and slammed the door, locking it. Behind her was the
sound of half a dozen reporters screaming questions. It came through as
a muffled, "Paul! Paul! Paul! Pau! Are you... PAUL! Paul! Does the
mean... Paul!"
Once she was safely in the room, the tall sissy looked at Pansy and
said, "OH MY GAWD!"
Pansy looked back at her and said, "OH MY GAWD!"
Then they both said together, "I need to be making men cum!!!!"
And with that, the two ultra sissies hugged each other like the long
lost sisters they were.
Stepping back, they both took each other in.
The first thing that Pansy noticed was that her sissy sister was her
humongous rack. Her massive tits jutted out from her chest without the
need for any support. Her white, belly shirt had the words CUM DUMPSTER
projecting out of it and allowed for lots of side boobage action. Her
nipples seemed to be wanting to pierce the front of her t-shirt, they
were so erect. Her ears were adorned with two, large hoop earrings. Her
long, silvery brunette hair was done up in two pigtails, and makeup was
way too extreme for this time of day. She wore the smallest of black
leather short shorts and five-inch black platform heels that showed off
her legs. Around her neck was a black choker with the word PRISSY on it
in rhinestones. Hanging from her shoulder was a thin, tiny black leather
purse.
Pansy couldn't help but exclaim in awe, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
Prissy Pumpscock eyed Pansy up disapprovingly. "OMG," and down
approvingly, "OMG!" Those really were the hottest shoes she had ever
seen.
Looking at Mrs. Hutchinson, and back to the door urgently, she asked,
"OMG, I need to be making men cum?"
"Alright, girlies. Let's get you out the back way, shall we." And the
corset maker led the two happiest sisters in the world out the back
entrance of her store.
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