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The Blushing Sissy

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She'd been teasing me all week, much, much more than usual. And, now I could hear her talking to me from her bathroom tub, which by the way, used to be our bathroom. Me, I was busy ironing her long and elegant pinstriped wool gabardine black skirt with the flounced hem and her very sheer ruffled black silk halter.

Ironing is perhaps one of the hardest chores I have to do. Everything had to be just so, or it was over her knee, panties down and after 10 or so full, bare handed smacks, the room would be filled with the sounds of my sobs and crying followed by her ridicules about her sissy behaving like a little girl.

Susan, my wife and now my beloved mistress is a powerful woman. She stands 5 foot 10 in bare feet and enjoys a figure every girl and sissy would be jealous of! Dark long brown hair, sharp features with high cheekbones, snow-white skin, full lips and an aura that is just magnetic.

Her years of sports have made her body fit and trim with generous C cup breasts and a 28-inch waist and 34-inch hips. She's was the perfect trophy wife and I had no idea why she picked me! Me, I'm a shrimp, just 5'4" when I stretch. I'm naturally skinny and enjoy a high metabolism. Nowadays, I'm even thinner since I started taking my "vitamins" and following Susan's diet for me (she keeps me starving)! I barely weigh 123 lbs.

But, she was honest with me from the start and told me she appreciated how delicate I was and how pretty my features were (I hated when she said that, now I crave to hear it). "Sam darling, your feet are so small and so are your hands they practically disappear in mine when we hold hands. As much as it annoyed me when she said it, I had to admit we did have the intimate relationship of two close girlfriends. "Macho free" as she called it.

Now, as I heard her call for me, I straightened my gray poplin day housekeeping uniform with the white lapels and angle cut cuffs that seemed to accentuate my underdeveloped arms and adjusted my bra and stockings and quickly put my heels on. She hated to be kept waiting! A quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place and I was off!

When I entered the bathroom, I was overcome. There in the tub was my wife, naked and lounging in the bath I had drawn for her. She was magnificent. "Samantha, how many times have I told you not to ogle or stare at me?" "I don't mind if you admire me, but that kind of behavior will not be tolerated". "You had your chance to be a man and failed and we don't need to revisit that do we?"

My head went down and I said, "no ma'am".

She quickly said, " I didn't hear you young lady."

I again said, "No ma'am".

She confidently added, "I thought so."

"Okay lambchop so, are you done ironing my things?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Are they perfect?"

"I hope so ma'am."

"We'll see."

"Please soap my back and let's chat." I immediately felt my cheeks flush. It was an intimate act and I was glad she still at least shared these small pleasures with me. So I reached for the sponge and rubbed her back as she moaned. "That's so nice sweetie, see there are still some things you can do for me!"

"By the way, are you wearing the new gaff I got for you?"

"Yes ma'am", I replied.

"It's different from your others you know, its power net and waterproof and it's just in time for your first summer as a sissy!" She paused and continued, "Well then, don't be shy, lift your skirts and show me." I put down the sponge and dried my hands and lifted my skirt. "Higher and don't make me ask again", she growled. Her face was about eye level with my pantied privates.

"Samantha, are you trying to anger me?"

"No ma'am".

"Well your panties are precious with all of their pretty little appliqu? flowers", she said as she carelessly fingered a few of them, but I'd like to see the gaff." I became flustered due to her intimate ministrations but managed to lower the delicate garment and immediately her hand reached out and rubbed the smooth Vee between my legs. "I love it." "It's perfect", she yelped. "Extra small was a good guess I'd say." "Samantha, I know it's not comfortable, but that's part of the price of being a woman, or in your case a sissy." "And, after all, there really isn't too much to hide down there, now is there." she chided.

"No ma'am." was my painful response.

"So, let's talk about our guests this evening, then preparations and your uniform." I had dropped my skirt and pulled my panties back up and checked my uniform in the full mirror. I picked up the sponge and was again soaping my mistress. "Carol is dropping by for a visit." "Now, I know that you two have had your issues in the past, but things have changed." "You were always so hard on her but I think she'll like you much better this way." A pantywaist is no real match for a woman!" "I expect you to be on your best behavior and to remember all of your training!" "I don't want to be embarrassed." "Do you understand me?"

I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."

"Plus she is bringing her husband over."

I immediately felt faint. "Samantha, you're absolutely a ghost, are you okay"?, said Susan.

I shook my and said "yes". Susan demanded an explanation. "Well", I began, "It's just that Justin used to be my best friend, but I lost my friends when I made my commitment to you." She saw how upset I was and giggled.

"Sweetheart" she said, "you're a full-blown sissy and its time to accept it and move on." "It's been 8 months since you've seen Justin and in that time you've blossomed." "Why I can't imagine you without a pretty bra or makeup or in dirty boy things." "Lambchop with your small package, you were destined to be pantied, be glad it was me who did it." I just nodded and hung my head.

"Now, enough of your silly nonsense and help me from the tub." I did so and patted her naked body dry and got her negligee while she moisturized. She sat down at her makeup mirror and started her routine. Tonight, I'll want you in your formal black serving uniform fully collared and cuffed and in your three inch black patent heels. Susan read my mind immediately, "You've had plenty of time to get used to them and if you do so much as trip, you'll be sorry. "Also, I'll need your chin up when you walk, so use the time before our guests arrive and in between your preparations to practice. "

"Wear the white satin organza petticoats that go so well with the uniform and the white satin panties with the beautiful lace rows and bows that you sewed on the back and the black bra with the open-work floral cups and the straps that have that delicious picot trim." "Lambchop I think that bra makes the most of your new developments wouldn't you say?" She reached out and caressed my breasts through my uniform. "You're developing quite nicely young lady." And once again she smirked. She delighted herself with her little jabs and jibes.

"Okay, that's all for now", she said with a wave of her hand. "Wake me an hour and half before our guests arrive." 'Be sure to do your makeup using the light blue eye shadow, pluck your eyebrows to a fine arch." She was now laughing and said, "You certainly won't need blush tonight." "Oh, and pull you hair back into a side-parted chignon." "It's long enough and I don't need you playing with it all night." "Present yourself for inspection before you put on your uniform so I can check your makeup." She waived her hand and bade me leave but I hesitated. "What" she finally said. I mumbled and looked at my feet and again she said, "what?"

"I, er, well uh." I was stammering. She turned and said, "Samantha, my patience is nearing its end, if you have something to ask, ask me otherwise leave."

Finally I asked, "Ma'am you didn't mention my gaff for this evening's outfit and the black formal uniform is rather short. Susan shot daggers at me.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about anything." "I thought you understood that." "Sissies don't question, sissies obey." "No gaff and no pad." "I hope you'll exercise control and not spot your panties and if you do become excited, perhaps your small stem will be lost in the froth of your pettis, and if it isn't I'm sure our guests will be amused and won't that be a lesson for you."

"Lambchop tonight you'll learn that serving me means serving my whims, my guests and my desires." She stood and was looking down at me. Now even with my heels I was smaller then her. Her thumb and forefinger were under my hairless chin. Her negligee was off her shoulders and she was naked before me. She tilted my head and concentrated her gaze on me. "I know you'll try to please me, but more than that, I expect you to obey me and be the submissive, sissy that you are deep down." "We both know who you are and what you are, and what you wish to be, and I'll take you there, but only if you obey me without question." I felt a tear well up and fall down my cheek and Susan smiled, dabbed the tear, and pulled me to her naked breast?"that's my girl." I heard her whisper in my ear. And a few moments later, she playfully smacked my bottom and sent me out of her bedroom to finish preparations for this evening. Despite my feelings of nervousness I endeavored to be the best sissy I could.

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Chapter two

I was in frenzy. I had so much to do and so little time. I decided to organize myself and so I scurried as best as I could in my heels to my room. As I ran, I listened to the rubbing of my hose on my slip. The swish said it all! I entered my room and sat down at my small secretary. I crossed one stocking clad leg over the other and started to make my list. I looked around the room and thought how pretty it was?.pinks and peaches, ribbons and bows, a private bathroom a twin bed with powder puff girls comforter and pillows (a joke between us girls or so my mistress said) and a humiliating set of rubber sheets "to make cleanup from your silly accidents and indulgences easier." my beloved had informed me.

Anyway, I had to stop daydreaming, I was always doing that these days and so I made my list and within a few hours, the house was set and I was ready to prepare myself. I decided that if Justin were going to see me then he would see me as the most stunning sissy pantywaist he had ever seen. I took a deep breath and got my razor out to remove any offending hairs and did my toilette. As instructed I returned to my bench in front of my makeup mirror and put on my bubble gum nail polish and took a break to let it dry. I thought about an incident many months ago that made me realize that I was a sissy for life.

Right from the start I used to adore sitting in my panties and a princess tee looking at myself in the mirror. It annoyed me to think that, but I cared less with each passing day. It was my time for me, and my one secret, guilty pleasure. Although, I had to be careful, because mistress had removed the door to my room right from the moment I was relocated from our bedroom, "You've got nothing to hide from me, she said early on in my transition." One day she unexpectedly came thru my door. She stopped and looked on my dresser and smiled. She picked up the empty box to my Jockey training bra. I was mortified as she turned to look at me with a huge smile on her face. I lifted my arms to hide my shame across my then flat chest. No, no, Lambchop, let me see. She walked over to me and ran her hand over my thighs to insure that they were clean-shaven and then adjusted the waistband of my high cut, full bottomed cotton print panties. "They don't pinch or bind you do they?" she said referring to my panties. I became to cry. "tut, tut." Susan said as she took me in her arms. "Come sit on my lap and let me see your pretty bra." "It's been such a fight to get you to at least try it on." "Why didn't you let me know."? "Did you have trouble with the clasp?" "I'm so happy for you."

There I was, perched on her lap, on my small four-poster pink ruffled canopied twin bed. She was in her satin pajamas and I was in my white training bra and pink cotton print panties with the ducks and bunnies. Susan began to whisper to me and little by little I calmed. "I know you adore all things feminine." "I don't know why you fight me so." "In a month or two, you'll feel absolutely naked without your little bra."

"It's a good thing I removed your door or I would have missed the fashion show!" "Plus it pleasures me to be able to have access at any time I please without so much as a knock." "Privacy for you lambchop is thing of the past." "Obedience, training and learning to care for all of my intimate needs are your future." "After all, what real man would be sitting on his wife's lap wearing a size 2 cotton print panty and a Jockey brand training bra? With that she snapped my bra strap and laughed. "It's a complete surrender of all the things you know, but trust me I know what's best for you and I'll take care of you." As she spoke she was tracing my bra clasp with her perfectly manicured finger and whispering softly into my ear again. "Don't you feel delicious and girly," she breathed. She took her hand and snuck two fingers under the leg band of my high cut panties and tickled my stem. I was fully excited and had already spotted the cotton garment in several spots. I could see the outline of her knuckles beneath the fabric. Oh too soon, She removed her fingers and then quickly put them in my mouth and I acquiesced and sucked them as she pushed them farther into my throat until I coughed. She then pulled her two fingers back a bit and told me to relax and then pushed them back in even further. She trained me this way for a few minutes and then kissed my cheek saying, "It's a good start." I was disconsolate over my lack of will power.

Anyway, her attentions were all too delicious and I began to get really excited. "Darling." she said, "the ducks and bunnies on your panties are growing and its seems you're dribbling." "Perhaps you like it when I talk about your bras and panties?" I couldn't help myself, I was in love with this woman and as she tormented me verbally, she took me in hand with my panties on and started a rhythmic pumping. She was breathing in my ear and telling me what a pretty girl I had become and that I was her sissy forever. I started to climax but was trying to hold back. In my ear I heard her say, "Princess let go, it's okay I know who you are." And then I started to shake uncontrollably just that quickly it was over. "That's my good girl." "You really exerted yourself!" Just seconds later Susan said, "Hurry and stand up sweetheart, that was so quick and now your ducks and bunnies are wet and I don't want my pajamas to get stained."

"So Lambchop, was it me, or new training bra that excited you so?" "It doesn't really matter anymore, does it?" "Okay, clean yourself up and get a sleeping bra and a nightie and meet me in my bathroom for my bedtime preparations." No arguments please, I got you several just a month ago and you know where they are." That was my Susan, I'd give her an inch and she would take..well..everything. "Be sure to powder yourself down there, I don't want you developing a nasty rash." "Do you think you can handle your bra or would you like me to unclasp it for you?" I defiantly told her I could handle it and that was the most macho thing I uttered in the last seven months. She left my room and I heard her giggling to herself all the way down the hall.

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That was seven plus months ago, and here I was still frittering away time. It was time to do the rest of my makeup and knew that would take a good ? hour, plus the dreaded plucking of the eyebrows. We all know the girl things it takes to make us beautiful and I did them all. The time passed quickly and my alarm went off reminding me that mistress wanted to be awoken a full 1 ? before our guests arrived. I had just five minutes to don my black demi bra and my white satin panties with the lace rows and bows on the bottom. In short, I had to move sissy butt. Putting on a bra these days took a bit of time as I had improved in that area and it was both sensitive and well a girl just wants to look "right " in her bra. The vitamins were most definitely doing their job. And, after sliding my black thigh highs up my freshly shaved legs and stepping into my three-inch patent leather heels, it was time for my panties. The process was complicated by my now excited state which mistress refers to as a wholly unacceptable, unimpressive display. I thought quickly and decided that the best thing to do was to go downstairs and get mistress refreshment and to put my panties on when I returned upstairs before I entered her room and when I had "calmed myself." It was a good plan I thought as I put on my pink bubblegum lipstick and took the short steps that were demanded while in these dreadfully high heels.

With juice in hand, outside my mistresses' door I was just a moment from putting the glass down and putting on my panties when the door flew open and my mistress saw me bottomless, with panties in hand and in my state of excitement. She flew into a rage. She grabbed me by the arm and the juice glass dropped onto the carpet. She dragged me into her bathroom and took her hairbrush and administered two quick vicious slaps to my poor little stem. I immediately assumed a "more suitable" state. "Don't you dare cry missy." she railed. "You'll ruin your makeup and don't think you'll get away with this behavior." "You'll be punished for spilling the juice and for your flagrant display and for dancing around without your panties and in the hallway no less." "And speaking of your panties, put them on." "I don't care to see your little lollipop." "And, if I was you I wouldn't want anyone else to see it, or the more appropriately lack of it."

I was in a state. However, I did as instructed and when the panties were in place I did a spin as ordered. Susan checked my make up and added some touches. She fiddled with my bra and excited my immature breasts. "My but you're filling your pretty bras out these days sweetheart." "I imagine you're excited to finally have something for the boys to play with", she then winked. I flushed. She knew I hated her teasing me like that. She ran her hands on my thighs and checked my armpits for stubble and asked me to show her my fingernails, which she said were perfect. She gave me one more once over and said, "You know Samantha the work you did on your panties is exquisite." "It's far too femmy for me, but clearly you have a talent."

"Now, try and contain yourself this evening." she warned, it would be a shame for you to soak such a delicate garment especially since you worked so hard on it." "Try and remember all the things that I have taught you."

"All right Lambchop" she said, as she again smacked my bottom. "Go get your uniform on and come back and help me dress." "Be careful not to ladder your hose or get makeup on your uniform." "Remember nothing less than perfection."

I rushed back to my room and dressed in my pettis and uniform. Starched to perfection the skirt balanced on top of the voluminous petticoats and I realized that I'd have to be careful with every move lest my pantied bottom be on display for all to see. I also dusted my thighs as I have never worn this outfit without the security of a gaff and my nether region was radiating a moist heat. The whole experience had me at my wits end. Imagine having Justin see me like this! Imagine having Carol knowing my secret. I was doomed.

"Ugh!" more day dreaming. One more look back and front and it was off to my Mistress and the pleasure of helping her dress.

I won't go into detail but she was perfect except for the fact that she refused her panties when dressing which I found upsetting. Through her sheer halter-top her ample bosom was seductively on display. Reading my mind, she said, "Don't be jealous Lambchop, you don't mind if others admire me do you?" "Of course you don't, now that you have small breasts, you understand." "I can't imagine a sissy like you being jealous! it's so amusing." She knew I was frustrated and she smirked. She then let me don her garter belt and some beautiful black stockings. I fetched her heels and was waved out of her room. "Our guests will be here shortly." "Go stand by the bottom of the stairs and await me for your final walkthrough of the house and your instructions."

A few minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs in regal splendor, as she descended the stairs, her breasts bounced with a cadence, she was a vision. "Well, Lambchop, how do I look?" I told her how beautiful but before I could answer She was already ahead of me asking questions and I could barely keep up on my precariously high heels. "Sweetheart." she said, "Pay close attention to the details. So much to remember, drinks appetizers temperatures, which go in when, and the timers. I was overwhelmed and flustered.

I followed her into the living room and she sat down. I went to sit next to her and she said, "Darling that's a service uniform and a very cute one at that, you'll be on you feet all night." She checked my uniform again. "My gosh you're just razor thin." "Your narrow hips and tiny waist really accentuate your small bust." You've worked hard to get yourself in shape and now you realize how much more work you'll need to do." "I adore the pearl buttons on this uniform." "Be sure to very careful with your skirt.," she said as she fluffed my petticoats, "or your panties will be on full display." She then opened a box that was sitting on the couch next to her. "Lampchop, I have a little gift for you." Removing the paper she snapped the garment out of the box. It was a white satin half apron with my wife initials embroidered on the corner. "Don't you just love it?" she screamed. "I think it's just grand." "Now, don't get fussy and come closer and let me put it on you." "My lord," she said as she admired me, "I was right." "I could always spot a sissy and that's just what you are!" "Powdered and pantied collared and cuffed!" " I bet you wish you could see yourself."

Breaking my spell she said, "So, Carol and Justin". I cringed. "Lambchop get ready because when the doorbell rings you'll be making your first impression and remember that you'll never have another chance to make a good first impression."

"Watch me as the evening progresses for my hand signals and direction regarding your duties and my desires." "You are here to service our guests and myself." "See that you do that with the utmost respect and remember, I expect perfection and nothing less." "I'd ask if you have any questions, but you really don't need to worry your pretty little head about anything, that's my job."

"Now, go stand by the door and wait for our guests." " You know I don't like you in my skirts or underfoot." She giggled. So, I took my post by the door and after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang. I inhaled, but I couldn't remember exhaling.

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Chapter three

Looking straight down, I opened the door. I didn't dare look up! But, I was confused to see a pair of strappy sandals and a pair of smart low heels. Who could this guest be? I looked up and saw a vision. Such a pretty girl: perfect makeup, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the outfit was to die for. What a shape this girl had:a perky breasts, a trim waist and full thighs. She was radiant, but before I could take a second look, Carol was upon me and under all the pressure I curtsied and invited them in. I guess it was second nature. Carol stopped me and said,

"Samantha right?"

I smiled and said "yes" with my eyes downcast. Once again I was looking at the two pairs of shoes.

"Samantha you doll, look at you," I'm jealous." "You are to die for!" "And the way you look in your uniform, well aren't you the sassy miss!" "But, enough of this, take me to Susan we have so much to talk about." I led them into the great room and awaited instructions. Carol and her guest made themselves at home. It was then I noticed a small suitcase in Carol's hand. Susan asked me to get it and take it upstairs and put it in my bedroom and as I left the room all I heard were two women laughing and Susan saying, 'She's the perfect sissy, I couldn't be happier." ""I should have put her in panties the second after we got married".

Carol now laughing said, "more like on the second date." Carol was perky and she was tall as well. Her shape was more curvaceous then Susan's. No question she was an attractive woman.

I was gone for just a few moments and when I returned I was sent out for drinks. Two martinis and a virgin pina colada. Every time I stole a glance at this creature sitting next to Carol my heart leapt. Who was this radiant creature with the sad, sad eyes?

As I was delivering the drinks, I did my dip so as not to display myself. First a napkin, followed by the beverage and a dip, and then a thank you. Carol took every opportunity to needle me. "Samantha what high heels and you handle them so well." "Samantha, your legs are so adorable how many times a week does your mistress have you shave them?" "Samantha, my haven't you blossomed, I can't wait to see you in swimwear this summer, you know its just around the corner!"

I gave my mistress my most pleading look but she was too amused to do anything but instruct me to offer appetizers. Through my indignities I still hadn't discovered who our other guest was. I was overcome by my curiosity and concentrating very hard to maintain my composure lest a stirring begin between my legs.

Upon entering the great room I saw our guest turning around for Carol and Susan. She was wearing some side zip tailored pants. They were very tight and she was wearing a silk blouse that showed off her ample bosoms. When the light hit her form just so, the silhouette of her brassiere could easily be seen. I of course tried to think of other things.

My skirts and panties offered little if no security. I was mortally afraid of "tenting" my delicates.

Finally after I finished serving, our guest was invited to sit, but I noticed she wasn't talking and that she was as flushed as I was. Her eyes betrayed some sort of defeat. I was confused.

Susan said, "Samantha our guest is quite uncomfortable." "I was hoping you could help her change and get relaxed." "Those pants she's wearing are very constricting and I think she'd like to change and freshen up."

"Yes of course," Carol said, "take Justine upstairs and help her change." Immediately I froze in my tracks. No, it couldn't be. This beautiful girl, with the large breasts? It couldn't be. Justin was my height, but he was fat and hairy and this woman was the essence of femininity. Both girls were laughing. Carol said, "yes silly that's your sissy sister Justine" "Oh that's right, you remember him as Justin." "But that was thirty-five lbs ago, breast implants and some rather severe training." I was aghast.

I composed myself long enough to lead Justin, I mean Justine, from the room. Susan called me after saying, "Remember what I said, I don't want to be disappointed."

I could barely hear Carol and Susan talking as I left the room. As I ascended the stairs with Justine I knew she had a full very of my panties and I was filled with mixed emotions. My fight to control my excitement was failing. I knew my panties were damp.

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Chapter four

Downstairs, the two women were giggling. "You have the cameras all set up right Susan?"

"Carol, I took care of everything our two little girls will be on film forever!" Carol had crossed the room and was now sitting next to Susan. They embraced and kissed a very intimate kiss. It was a kiss that was between more than two close friends? it was a kiss between lovers.

"Susan, Justine is flawless." "The breast implants are spectacular." "How has he been behaving?"

"Well Susan, between the hormones, surgery and spankings, I've completely vanquished Justine's will." "She's all mine now."

"But forget Justine." "Susan your handiwork on Samantha, well she's a little doll." "I can't wait to get her over my knee and smack her bottom red!" "And did you see the way she looked at my Justine even after she found out!" Together they both chimed "sissy love!"

Carol was now tracing Susan's nipples through her revealing halter and Susan was moaning. "Carol, please we have to stop, let's go to the den and watch our two sissies play!"

Upstairs, the two sissies entered Samantha room. "Make yourself at home Justine", said Samantha with a hint of sarcasm. With that Justine started to cry. She had removed a slip and some panties from the make up bench, first folding then neatly and then placing them on the dresser and then sat and began to sob.

"I can't help it she said it's the hormones and well look at me!"

Samantha said, "you're beautiful." and Justine replied "so are you but we're supposed to be boys and now we're sissies."

"I know", said Samantha, "but while it's been hard, it's has its benefits." "I'd never admit it to Susan, but I love our relationship, although pleasing her is no picnic."

"Well I understand what you're saying but Carol has always been a loving wife, and now I can't even sleep in my own bedroom."

"Hello silly", said Samantha sarcastically, whose room do you think this is?"

"Oh gosh," said Justine "I'm sorry."

"Forget it", said Samantha, "let's get you changed and back downstairs before we both get a spanking." With that Justine started sobbing again.

"What is it ", said Samantha. "Well, I'm laced into my corset so tightly, I can't bend over to change into my panties, shoes, stockings and my skirt." Justine was beside herself so Samantha had her stand up in front of the full-length mirror. She then went over to the bed and opened the cute little overnight case.

"Don't worry, I'll dress you." She found a floral panty with a matching bralette, a half slip and a little pleated cherry print skirt which was like a mix of straight-laced country club chic with traces of the Brit-punk scene along with a matching red short-sleeve crewneck sweater which had a delightful prim neckline and a ribbed waist. I thought the sweater would work nicely with her bralette and her short hip under bust rose-colored corset.

Samantha turned around and saw Justine admiring herself in the mirror. Well at least I'm not alone she thought, "Okay Justine, I'll get your side zipper", and with that she unbuttoned the waist and with a swoosh down came her pants over her stockings. Justine's hose were thigh high and she had a perfectly flat, peach pantied vee. Her tummy was smooth and firm under her corset. Her waist was mercilessly nipped in. What a change!

"Are you planning on wearing your lace top stockings with the skirt?" I asked while I slipped up her half-slip to give her some modesty.

"I'm not sure, what do you think?" I pretended to fuss with the slip and ran my fingers along her smooth thighs?what was I doing?

"Hmmm, I think I have some cute knee socks and shoes that would really look darling and we wear the same size shoes I remember that much."

"Okay She said that sounds great and I'm sorry about the drama but I lost all of my friends and I really have no one to talk to, so I'm really happy to see you and you look so pretty, its kind of weird if you think about."

I helped her off with her blouse and made sure it found a hanger in my closet. My word, how she filled out her white bra! I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't help but ask, "Justine how do you like having breasts?"

She dropped her head and whispered, "they're so pretty, I'm embarrassed to admit it but I really do like them?do you hate me?"

"No silly I think I'm jealous", and I was.

Worse than that, I had completely tented my panties. I was in an awful state. I continued, "are they sensitive?"

"Oh my word yes!" she said. And now I was really curious looking down, I thought did she or didn't she. I was anxious to change her panties and see.

First I slipped off her bra and got the floral one. I took my time and rubbed her delicious breasts with my fingers and the back of my hands. You know, a lady's maid handles her mistress intimately. However, I think Justine knew better and realized what I was doing. I had to admit that they were perfect breasts and I tried to be discreet but I had to touch them. She moaned and rubbed her thighs together while I pretended to have trouble reaching around her and closing her bra. I could have gone behind her or clasped it on her tummy and spun it around, but where was the fun it that? Truth was I had become an expert in all things lingerie! Now, I was rubbing her breasts against mine! I watched her lick her lipsticked lips and I finally found the clasp and made the proper adjustments. On with the top and we were in front of the makeup mirror and I was working my magic! Then I placed her in front of the full-length mirror. In her top and half-slip and corset she was a vision. I got down on my knees in front of the mirror. I wanted her to have a good view of my behind while I explored. I had gotten a pair of over the knee red Stockings with Bows and I pooled them and she slipped her well-manicured feet into them. No knee socks for this look. I stepped back and looked and they matched her top and skirt perfectly. Then I became bold. I slipped down her panties and got the floral panties. I weaved my fingers into their waistband and I stretched and beckoned her forward. She placed her red tipped fingers on my shoulder for balance and stepped into the garment, first one foot and then the other. When I slipped up her panties I came in contact with her vee. Damn, She was gaffed, drat! By this time I was just beside myself and as I rose my tented panty front came in contact with Justine's naked thigh for just a few seconds and I lost control. Instinctively I lifted my pettis, as I did not want to mess them, as well. I completely soaked my panties and I knew mistress would be furious.

Now it was my turn to be beside myself and Justine giggled, and asked me what the problem was but she obviously knew. I finally told her and she giggled some more.

"Its okay", she said, "I think you're pretty too." "I'm glad I excited you." She put her finger in the corner of her mouth and said, "I was also wondering what it would be like if we kissed." "Do you hate me?"

Downstairs in the den, Carol and Susan were transfixed. As Susan watched her maid orgasm she laughed. "Well that took about five seconds."

Carol laughed, "Yes but look at our sissies they are mad with passion for each other." "That's great" said Susan, "just what we had hoped for don't you agree."

"Yes, it fits right in with our plans now let's get up there and break in on our new couple." "It's time for some real fun!"

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Chapter five

Carol and Susan entered the door less room at just the precise moment to catch their two sissies en flagrante. "Justine, did Samantha molest you?" yelled Susan. Before I heard Justine's reply, an irate Carol said, "Look, Samantha's panties are dripping with her sissy cream." "Susan I'll take of Samantha, just make sure everything is alright with Justine please." They both winked at each other but unfortunately both Justine and I were too overwhelmed by what had just happened to notice. The next thing I knew Carol was jerking my arm and leading me to my bathroom. Once inside she looked for a door and I said, sorry my mistress had it removed. Carol said, "well that's a good idea, you apparently need to be supervised?.at all times." Carol removed her blouse and as she was doing so, she instructed me to remove my panties. I froze; I didn't want to display myself in front of Carol. I was mortified. In the next seconds, Carol soundly smacked my bottom until I begged her to stop. "Are you ready to comply with all of my instructions she asked?" I shook my head yes. She smiled and said, "That's my good girl". I removed my panty and handed it to her. She smacked my now naked bottom again and informed me that she didn't want my dirty panty and that I should place it in the sink and run some cool water and Woolite before the stains from my "unfortunate behavior" set and ruined the intimate garment. She watched me as I did as I was told and then when I was finished she instructed me to lift my skirts. "I want to see if you need to be cleaned before you soil another perfectly good pair of panties." I hesitated and received five more sound smacks and when I could take no more I began to cry. "You're boring Me." said Carol. "Not such a big man anymore." "There there, I know it's difficult for you." "A sissy has no pride." I acquiesced and lifted my skirts. "Oh my gosh", cried Carol "I had no idea how small and hairless you were." "I guess you weren't a big man even when you were acting like one to me." "Certainly you couldn't hope to satisfy a woman with that." As she berated me, I found myself becoming excited the more I tried to fight it the more I found myself losing. Just as I became erect again Susan walked into the bathroom. There I was, holding my skirt and pettis up and having the two women view my now erect stem. Susan smacked my bottom three times and Carol took the opportunity to flick her fingers against my now excited member. In a few short moments I had lost my excitement. I dropped my skirts and both women informed me that no one had given permission for me to do so. I was miserable, inconsolable and yet I was thinking about Justine.

Carol took a few moments to towel off my stem and private areas and finished her handiwork with some dusting powder. She smiled and instructed me to get my tightest gaff and a panty and come back. I asked which panty and Carol said, "Sweetheart I'm sure you have all kinds of lovely panties?you pick one." I minced away and when I entered the bedroom I saw that Justine was gone. Susan called for me and I came back with requested garments. "Okay Samantha," Carol started "time to get you in hand, now on with your gaff and pull it up tight." "No excuses and no complaining." I did as told and followed by putting on a black boy cut satin panty with pink ribbon waist and pink ribbon sewn into the leg openings. "Isn't it funny that our sissies wear lingerie we find too feminine." Carol laughed.

"I know," said Susan "but Samantha adores her girl things and who am I to deny her." "Samantha drop your pettis," Susan said, "and help Carol on with her blouse." I hesitated, I had never touched another woman and well, I just didn't know how to respond. Two quick swats on my red behind were all the motivation I needed and I quickly retrieved the blouse, checked the garment for wrinkles, offered to iron it but was ultimately instructed to move my pantied behind and get Carol's blouse on. I was careful around her breasts, but I did see how beautiful they looked encased as they were in her sheer bra.

"I see you like my bra Samantha, but you can't fill it out." "Maybe you'll "grow" sometime soon." This time I saw her wink at Susan and I flushed. "Ohhh, she blushing," Carol said, "how sweet." I turned to look at Susan and she was smiling and had her hands clasped and told me to lift my pettis once again and then from behind me I felt a finger slip up my panty leg band and snap it. "Cute panties." said Carol. "Boy cut, isn't that a joke, there's nothing about you that say's boy anymore!" Now both women were laughing. The indignities were seemingly endless.

I finally received permission to drop my skirts and was glad to be beneath my pettis safe from staring eyes. I was told to repair my makeup and was to report downstairs in no less then five minutes. I was already exhausted and humiliated and my bottom was on fire from the spankings. I gathered myself and decided I would provide the kind of service a sissy like myself could be proud of. I wanted Carol to be jealous of Susan. And, I was wondering, what had become of Justine?

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Chapter Six

I descended the stairs and privately enjoyed my pettis bouncing and the click of my heels with each step. I was filled with both excitement and shame. What had I become? Carol and Susan were chatting quietly in the living room. Justine was standing in her cute outfit and as I entered Carol had pulled Justine to her lap and was now fingering the red bows on the tops of her over the knee red stockings.

I entered and awaited orders, but the women kept talking. I was sent for drinks but for the next ? hour I was largely ignored. Justine was now sitting at her mistresses' feet. Carol was carelessly playing with her blonde hair and earrings as she spoke with Susan.

It had all become surreal and then Susan stood up and said, "picture time". "I want some photos of our special girls Carol." Carol lit up with glee.

"Yes, of course we need some photos." Susan produced a camera and instructed Justine sit in a chair by the window and I was to pretend to be serving her. How humiliating! I could see Justine's breasts heaving up and down rapidly under her tight sweater. She too was mortified by the newest development. However, we were sissies and obeyed our mistresses lest we be punished.

The camera snapped for a full 20 minutes and both of us were exhausted from being directed to do this and that and to place our hands just so. Particular attention was paid to our facial expressions.

After a short break Carol suggested something a bit more naughty. "The girls are tightly gaffed so we don't have to worry about a repeat of the unfortunate incident upstairs." Susan agreed and was now adjusting Justine's cherry print skirt. She took the opportunity to run her hand up Justine's skirt and check her lingerie. Justine flushed, but managed to maintain her composure while my wife's hands continued their exploration. I was fuming. Susan had been paying far too much attention to Justine; I was ready to teach her a lesson.

"Okay" said Carol, "girls hold hands." Justine hesitated but I was bolder. I took her hand and placed it in mine and rested it at my side where it disappeared into my skirts and pettis. The camera all the while snapped and now Carol and Susan were giving posing orders in a staccato fashion. "Lean into each other" (snap of the camera), "put your hands on each others waists" (snap). "Smell her perfume Samantha" (snap). "Pretend to blow in her ear Justine."

All of a sudden both women stopped and Susan said to Carol, "wouldn't it be great it Justine got to play the sissy of the house and amuse herself by tormenting her domestic." Justine was apprehensive, but I was thinking that this would be the opportunity to make Susan jealous plus, Justine and I had some unfinished business. What was I thinking, what had I become?

Susan gave me a mirror and a brush and some lipstick and I quickly repaired my makeup. I also needed some powder?what a sissy I had become. Susan then reminded me to help Justine and as I did the camera started snapping again. I took the opportunity to apply lipstick to Justine's lips. It was obvious that Justine had had collagen injections because her lips were full and pouty. I was jealous, but why? Justine was now standing and I placed my leg between hers and applied pressure to her gaffed and pantied vee at every opportunity. It was naughty and the girls were watching, but I didn't care. Justine caught on quickly and rubbed her breasts against mine. All the while the camera was snapping, but we were hardly paying attention.

After a few minutes, my makeup artist chores had been completed and Carol told Justine that it was her turn to take the lead. "Don't be such a wimpy girl Justine, pretend you're in charge and Samantha is your domestic." "Have some sissy fun."

Justine was up to the task and she sat down in a comfy chair and instructed me to do this and that and when I came close to her she playfully pinched my pantied bottom. This was the first time I had been so intimately handled by a man, or should I say a sissy. But, I blocked that out and endeavored to make Susan jealous. What was I thinking?

Justine playfully pulled me onto her lap. Now the only thing that separated my bottom from her naked thighs was my thin panty.

She continued her assault as I pretended to try to keep my skirt down. I managed to rise, but she pulled me down again and I twisted and now my bottom was up and my petticoats were up in the air. She gently spanked my pantied bottom and all the while in the background we could hear the sounds of the camera snapping away. We didn't care!

My loins were steaming. I was so exited, but my small member was completely imprisoned by my gaff. I twisted myself around and now I was again sitting on Justine's lap and that's when I put my thin, underdeveloped arms around her neck and we kissed our first sissy kiss. It was magic and the room went dark for me. It was gentle kissing not girl-boy not boy-boy, but sissy to sissy. Just two frustrated submissives finding shelter in a storm.

After a few minutes, Susan broke the spell and said, "Okay boys take a break and come up for air." Carol laughed but I thought it was a mean thing to say. Carol said it was late and way past Justine's bedtime, but that we should get together and do it again very soon.

As order, I went upstairs and packed Justine's dirty things in her little suitcase and brought them downstairs to Carol. Carol asked me if I wanted my over the knee hose back or the heels I had lent to Justine. I knew better and deferred to my mistress. She laughed and said, "Carol, Justine can think of those things as a gift." "Samantha has tons of girl things to wear and I'm sure she'd like Justine to have the hose and heels." "After all, they're girlfriends now, right and girlfriends share?" It shouldn't be long before you're sharing panties and having try-ons with bikinis and other sissy things."

Carol agreed, and added, "as long as there is proper supervision!" Susan concurred, and both Justine and I flushed.

"Okay Cupcake it's time to go." said Carol. "Say goodbye to Susan and Samantha." Justine said goodbye with a shy wave but Carol wasn't satisfied. "Justine don't you want to give Samantha a kiss goodbye?"

Justine balked and then lowered her head and whispered "yes." "Well, sweetie, we're waiting." And so Justine stepped forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh how sweet and puerile." said Susan. Justine heard that and leaned forward and gave me a more meaningful kiss on the lips and at the same time the mix had her hand under my skirt and was tickling my bare upper thigh. I almost fell over but if I had to admit it, I enjoyed it.

"Awww sissy love." said Carol.

"Thank god for rubber sheets." said Susan. Everyone said final goodbyes and I closed the door. Mistress said that we had a lot to talk about but that was for tomorrow, I had excited her and she had a need for my "special"oral ministrations. I happily followed her upstairs but dreaded tomorrows developments.

I mean could I be in love with my best friend, now feminized to a greater extent then myself? Were the girls collaborating? Why did I enjoy Justine's kiss so much? Why did I enjoy dressing Justine so much? Plus, just a rub against Justine's thigh and I completely soaked my panties. I had too many questions and no answers, but mainly I wanted to see Justine again. However, for now I knew my mistress needed me intimately and I was delighted to perform the service?..hopefully, perfectly? because she'd accept nothing less. What I true sissy I had become!

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