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Grocery Errand Tiffany-of-Gabriella took one last look in the mirror and declared that she was ready to face the world. As on any other day, the 19 year old sissy had spent the first couple of hours of the day primping her hair, precisely applying makeup and choosing a carefully coordinated ensemble. The wings of her black eyeliner perfectly set off the luxuriously thick and long false eyelashes that had been renewed at the salon last week. For the errands she was about to run she had chosen a short sleeved top, black with white polka dots. It was short enough to leave a sliver of thin midriff showing above the complimentary mini skirt, white with black polka dots that ended mid thigh. The skirt was a loose A-line shape that effectively hid her clitty cage (as long as a gust of wind didn't lift it!) Her shoes were taupe spectator pumps with a black toe cap and 5" heel. She was proud of her ability to walk in these and even higher heels. She had worked hard on that throughout her adolescence. It boosted her up to a moderate height, since she stood only 5'0" barefoot. On the way to the garage Tiffany asked Gracie, the housemaid, for the week's shopping list. Gracie was older, about 30 guessed Tiffany. Gracie had once been a wife to a beautiful Commander, like Tiffany, but had somehow displeased her Commander and was demoted for it, joining the House of Gabriella just a year ago in a menial work position. Instead of a wardrobe full of pretty sexy dresses that the Sissy of the House enjoyed, housemaids usually wore the same black dress with white trim. It was ankle length, nearly dusting the floor. Of course it had to be custom made to fit over Gracie's enormous bustline. Tiffany assumed that getting the G- cup implants might have been a last ditch effort to please her former Commander but now she was stuck doing housework with that heavy bustline in the way. An uninspiring pair of black comfort pumps with a 2" heel and a monk strap adorned her white stocking clad feet. The practical shoes were necessary to allow housemaids to work long hours every day. As she handed over the list of groceries Gracie looked for a flaw in Tiffany's high tied pony tail. She couldn't see one so satisfied herself with the thought that hers had once been longer. What she saw today only reached down to mid back. Reaching for the grocery list Gracie brushed her simple bob back off of her face. It was only chin length but she was sure the Commander would order her to cut it soon; housemaids were not allowed to keep long luxurious hair. "Gracie you forgot your maids cap today" said Tiffany in a sweet friendly tone. Gracie thought quickly, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You know, I'm planning on making your favorite desert tonight, Peaches Melba!" She quickly added fresh peaches and raspberries to the grocery list. "That sounds wonderful, thank you so much!" Tiffany did indeed love that desert. It made it that much harder to hold her target weight of 105 lb. Gracie watched the Sissy of the House walk out to the car thinking, 'Dammit! Now I have to rush through the laundry so I have time to make that desert. If I don't that silly tart will tell the Commander I was seen out of uniform.' There were many rules in the Gynarchy of Eileanan and Tiffany was proud to have successfully navigated them into the highest ranking position a Sissy could hope for. With much hard work she had prepared herself to attract the attention of a beautiful woman, a high ranking Commander no less, and was now the Sissy of a large house. She had simple duties like running errands but spent most of her time primping and exercising to keep herself looking gorgeous. Her Commander, Gabriella, liked to show off her beautiful Sissy at the many social functions that such a high ranking official was expected to attend. A Sissy's most important duty was the monthly Insemination Ceremony. One week each month, on two evenings four days apart, the sissy would have her clitty cage removed and received the opportunity to have intercourse with her Commander. It was a Sissy's most sacred duty to help maintain the falling population by impregnating her commander. If there was no pregnancy within the first three years of the union, the Sissy might get another chance with another Commander. If there was still no pregnancy, the Sissy would be demoted to menial labor and the lock on her clitty cage would be replaced with a permanent rivet. Tiffany met Ellie, the house's driver, in the garage. The chauffer was a former Sissy of the House that had been demoted, as she had been unable to impregnate her Commander. She was at least twice Tiffany's age and stood taller, looking down a couple of inches to the stiletto heeled sissy, even in her medium heeled driving oxfords. Very high heels were a status symbol reserved only for Commanders and their prized sissies. Ellie wore a crisp white blouse over her small bust, with a black tuxedo jacket and a long straight black skirt that had a shiny black silk stripe down each side and a short vent in the back that allowed only for short steps. She held the back door of the large Maybach open for Tiffany, and then quickly trotted around to the driver's door. There she sat on the seat and swung both legs into the car together, it was the only way to do it in that long narrow skirt. "Where are we going today Miss Tiffany?" "The supermarket please." The two sissies chatted amiably along the drive. Ellie was more pleasant with Tiffany than Gracie the maid typically was. She had been a driver for 15 years and had worked for two Commanders in that time, having seen several sissies come and go as Sissy of the House. She had long forgotten what a full erection felt like and just did her job well to make her life as comfortable as possible. At least a chauffer could get out regularly, unlike the maids who almost never left the house. At the market Ellie pulled into the protected underground parking reserved for Commander's cars. She again held the door open for Tiffany then they walked into the store together. Sissies were not allowed to be outside of their household unescorted. With Ellie pushing a cart Tiffany strutted through the aisles in her stilettos, tossing in items and checking them off of the list. She enjoyed being seen out in public, showing off her trim figure and pretty/sexy wardrobe. The two saw a couple of angry glares from women shopping. Those were women who were not of sufficient rank to keep their own sissies. Being the Sissy of the House came with status but the role was also resented by many. One woman was accompanied by her manservant. Middle ranking women were allowed to keep men to do the heavy work around the house. These brutes were big and strong, as tall as the average woman but stronger, and therefore never allowed out without their shackles, muzzle and dick lock. As this one was passing by in the narrow aisle he suddenly leaned over and snapped his teeth at Tiffany. With his muzzle locked on she was never in any real danger but was startled. The woman he belonged to saw that out of the corner of her eye and pushed the 'punish' button on her key fob. The shackled man's knees buckled and he nearly fell down as a painful shock was administered through his dick cage. Tiffany scampered away up the aisle. "You'd think those brutes would learn!" Exclaimed Tiffany. "Some never let go of the resentment" responded Ellie. Like the sissies, manservants were called upon to have sex with the women they belonged to on rare occasions, and only when the women were at the most fertile part of their cycle. Insemination Ceremony It was late afternoon when Gracie poked her head into Tiffany's room. "Commander Gabriella has asked me to prepare you for the Insemination Ceremony tonight. We'll start right after dinner." Tiffany was both thrilled and tense about that announcement. She loved being so close with her Commander and the release that always came with it but also dreaded the preparations she had to do with Gracie. At dinner, Tiffany sat at the opposite end of the long dining table from the Commander. Gabriella looked up from the briefing notes she had been reading "Are you ready for the Insemination tonight?" Tiffany was slightly startled, the Commander had not said anything else during the meal aside from a cursory 'hello' when they sat down. "Yes Ma'am, absolutely. I will serve you well tonight." Gabriella got up from the table and turned toward her private quarters. "Very good, be ready in one hour." Gracie had been listening from just inside the kitchen door. She popped out and rushed Tiffany back to her room. "The Commander has left instructions to have you corseted in pink tonight. We better hurry to get that corset laced." The two sissy's rushed up to Tiffany's room on the second floor. "Take off your clothes while I collect your ensemble." Tiffany rushed to comply, even though she hated this part. She neatly folder her top and skirt, followed by panties and C-cup bra and placed them carefully in the laundry hamper. Stripped down to nothing but her clitty cage and trying to cover her breasts she turned back to Gracie who was dropping an armful of items on the bed. "OK, let's start with your mittens." Hating being vulnerable in front of Gracie, Tiffany complained; "Can't we leave that until last?" "You know we need to stretch you out in order to get the corset tight enough to satisfy the Commander." Tiffany reluctantly held her hands out while wondering if it was the Commander or Gracie that wanted the corset to be so tight. The pink leather mitten slid onto Tiffany's right hand first. It was padded and had no thumb holes so her hand was held in position with the fingers straight. There was a heavy steel ring sewn into the end and a strong leather strap was buckled above the wrist to hold it in place. Without needing to be told, Tiffany stepped under the lacing bar and reached up. Gracie snapped the hooks from either end of the shoulder width bar to the rings on the ends of the mittens and activated the winch. It lifted until Tiffany's heels were off the floor, leaving barely enough toe contact to prevent swinging. Gracie picked up a shiny pink satin corset and wrapped it around Tiffany's waist, closing the front busk. Gracie walked around behind Tiffany and started pulling the laces tight. Occasionally needing to lift a bit of the voluminous white lace trim out of the way, the corset gradually pulled in until the waist and lower ribcage was substantially constricted. Tiffany knew from experience it was counterproductive to fight it. Trying to expand her chest just caused pain. Rather she reminded herself to take shallow breaths from only the top half of her chest. Looking down, she thought of how her Commander would enjoy seeing and fondling her bare breasts. Once satisfied that the laces were fully closed, Gracie tied the laces in a neat bow and pulled white stockings up Tiffany's legs. Each stocking was secured to a half dozen suspenders at the bottom of the corset. Next Gracie sat on a low stool that had an angled ramp on the front. She pulled an ankle length pink leather boot onto Tiffany's foot who wordlessly placed the foot on the ramp for lacing. The Commander had chosen this style and had them custom made to fit perfectly. As the front laces were drawn tight Tiffany's foot was drawn into pointe shape, with the instep and toes straight in line with the lower leg. Although the sissy had spent years practicing dancing en pointe in ballet classes, the leg strength she had was not really needed with these boots. Even though they had no heel, the corset boning sewn around the boot held the ankle and foot rigidly in pointe position. The boots were finished off with a strap buckled tight around the ankle. It had another strap running down the front of the foot, over the laces, that ended in another heavy steel ring just above the toes. With the boots done, Gracie picked up the pink leather padded hood and pulled it over Tiffany's head. 'At least she left the hood until last today' thought Tiffany. As the various straps were tightened her sense of sight and hearing were cut off. She was now utterly dependant on and vulnerable to the housemaid that she did not trust. As the lacing bar was lowered and the mittens disconnected, Tiffany started the little dance of a ballerina in place. It is impossible to keep ones balance standing still en pointe without a heel so constant stepping is required. She held her arms in demi-second position, low and to the sides. It was important to maintain proper ballerina posture. Even if the Commander could not see her yet, she knew that Gracie would report any failures. She felt Gracie clip a leash to the ring at her neck and was led out of the bedroom. Strutting in quick tiny steps, she followed the familiar route that she had never seen; down the hall, turn right through a door that was usually locked, up one flight of stairs, to the left and a left turn into what she presumed must be the Commanders' bedroom. Upon reaching the bed, Tiffany stretched out and was nudged by Gracie to and fro until she was properly centered. Lying on her back, Tiffany stretched her arms toward the corner posts so Gracie could connect links to the rings at the end of her mittens. Links were then snapped onto the rings at the toes of her ballet boots. Gracie then activated the automatic tensioner, pulling Tiffany's arms toward the upper corners of the bed and legs tight together to the lower center so she could no longer move. Unable to see or hear, Tiffany could only lie still, stretched tight, waiting for the Commander to start the ceremony. After a couple of minutes she assumed Gracie must have left the room when she was startled by a painful slap to her bare breasts. Several more slaps landed then stopped as quickly as they had begun. As she waited several minutes for any further human contact, she wondered if that had come from the Commander or if Gracie had waited behind, hoping the Commander might be a little late. Finally Tiffany felt someone sit on the bed beside her and the lock of her clitty cage being opened. Ah! Now only the Commander would have that key! With that touch Tiffany's clitty rapidly rose to attention. She luxuriated in the feel of the Commander straddling her body and rubbing her mons pubis on her legs. She could feel the wetness growing and new the time was near. Tiffany's clitty was standing fully erect when the Commander mounted her. She guided the hard clitty inside her wet pussy and started slowly stroking it in and out. Tiffany concentrated on holding off. Since the sex ritual with the Commander only happened twice a month (and this was the only time the locked clitty cage ever came off) she could have come on the first stroke. She had learned painfully in an early session that the Commander wanted this to last. Tiffany arched her back to raise her clitty as high as she could, that was the only movement she could manage while tied tightly to the bed. Gradually the Commander's strokes got longer and she leaned forward so her clit ground into Tiffany's pelvis. Tiffany felt her perky natural breasts being gently caressed and squeezed by the Commander and knew that was the signal. Tiffany's orgasm shot a load of sperm deep into the Commander's pussy which was the final detail the Commander needed to trigger her own orgasm. With both the woman and the sissy satisfied, the Commander laid forward, resting herself on Tiffany's body, which was panting for breath in her upper chest, above the corset. The sissy loved the closeness and wished she could hug her Commander but was still tied to the bed. While the Commander liked her sissy, she was lying still not out of emotional closeness but as a practicality. She hoped that lying still with the shrinking clitty blocking the exit of her vagina would allow the sperm a better chance to climb through her cervix and inseminate an egg. After a few minutes Tiffany's clitty had shrunk to the point where it fell out of the pussy that had held it in tight, wet warmth. The Commander gently rolled off of the sissy and lay on her back off to one side, still cautiously holding the sperm inside. Having watched the clock for 20 minutes, she locked the clitty cage back on the now flaccid clitty, then left the room and sent Gracie back to recover the sissy. A Life Direction Consultation "You've done well, preparing this one for sissy training Brighid" Stated Althea, the Principal Commander of the Sissy Academy. The two Commanders were watching the 11 year old child of Brighid through a window as the youngster was practicing a ballet routine en pointe. "I was determined to raise a sissy. Since this child was planned to be born with a penis I didn't want it to be a man. I chose my mate for prettiness, pettiness and femininity." "Is that mate still with you?" "No, since that sissy had successfully impregnated a woman I could not, in fairness to the repopulation division, keep her to myself. I awarded her Cherished Sissy status and passed her on to another Commander." "You have served the Gynarchy well, Brighid. Now, your boy is ready to start training at our Sissy Academy." Throughout the routine annual examinations the child had undergone, their weight and height had always measured at between the first and second percentile on the old, pre reproduction-pandemic, male growth charts. Selective breeding had over the past 45 years divided males into two streams, big strong men that were useful for doing work and the small feminine sissies that the ruling class of the Gynarchy liked to keep around for sexual release. As was custom, the child was named only as their mother's offspring. With Brighid's encouragement, Brighids'-One had excelled in dance classes since the age of 3. They had pale skin, having been kept indoors. Looking over at the dancer Althea described the program that was available. "Your child is at the right age to start a female puberty. We can use the new hormone cocktail developed by the institute. It prompts feminine characteristics like breast development and a high voice just as well as the standard hormones but this one allows the sissy to achieve an erection and produce viable sperm for future reproduction." "Excellent" said Brighid. "She will be the catch of the town among the young Commanders." Stating the obvious the Principal noted "You will be the most sought out of Commanders as the young girls compete for you favor to gain this sissy's hand in wedlock. A sissy as pretty, petit and talented as this one will be the object of much maneuvering for your attention." Brighid did not comment but grinned like the Cheshire cat. Debutants Ball A young Cadet-Commander Gabriella watched with interest from the upper gallery as the 16 year old debutants walked one by one up the aisle. She spotted Brighid's-One walking elegantly, 'That one has poise', she thought. Brighid's-One wore a wine-red gown with an enormous hoop skirt. The bodice had delicate straps over just the outermost edge of the shoulder. Both the bodice and hem were covered in delicate gold filigree. The d?colletage displayed her ample cleavage. A sparkling tiara matched her heavy chandelier earrings. Despite the volume and the weight of the ensemble, the young sissy moved with grace and elegance. One by one the debutants were introduced to the gathering of Cadet-Commanders. Each was allowed to make a short speech. Brighid's-One spoke eloquently about how she had enjoyed her time at the Sissy Academy, and thanked her mother, Commander Brighid, and also Commander Althea for giving her the chance to strive for greatness in the sissy arts. She finished her talk by longingly describing her desire to contribute to the future success of the Gynarchy by producing a worthy child. Gabriella wanted this one for herself. After the formal ceremony was complete, she casually but directly approached Brighid's-One, around whom a small crowd was gathering. "You seem to have a genuine desire to support the Gynarchy" she said to the young sissy. Brighid's-One blushed slightly and looked at the floor. It was forbidden for a sissy to make eye contact with women. "Yes Ma'am, it is my fondest wish. I have worked hard to become top of my class at the academy in hopes of attracting an opportunity to serve a strong woman." Gabriella was among the tallest of her peers, standing a full foot taller than young Brighid's-One. "I would like to sponsor you through Finishing School. You need two more years of training to be ready to marry. I know where we can find the best tutors so you could maintain the 'top of class' status. How does that sound?" "That sounds wonderful Ma'am! I'd be so honored to attend school with you as my patron." "Well my pretty sissy, keep up those studies and we can use the time to get to know each other better." The sissy was overjoyed at this development. She knew that this was the first step toward a potential marriage to a Commander! Wedding Brighid's-One elegantly strode up the aisle, holding the elbow of her mother, Commander Brighid. Brighid's-One had just passed her 18th birthday, she beamed with pride as she approached the newly appointed Commander Gabriella, who was to be her wife. Her sparkling white gown trailed a train 20 feet long. At the front of the aisle, she blushed at a kiss from her mother on the cheek and stepped up onto the dais between her groom and the three Bride's Sissy's in their long pink gowns. Commander Althea was officiating. "Do you, Sissy-with-no-name-of-her-own, solemnly swear that you will love, honor and obey your Commander with unflinching devotion, supporting her and the Gynarchy, however she should see fit?" "I do Ma'am, I will do my utmost to make Commander Gabriella proud" replied Brighid's-One. Turning to the groom Althea asked "Commander Gabriella, have you selected a name for your bride?" "Yes Commander I have, from this day forward, my bride will be known as Tiffany-of-Gabriella!" 'Tiffany! What a pretty name!' thought the bride. Hearing it for the first time brought a tear to her eye. A Tryst in the Garage A bored Tiffany strode into the garage and was pleased to find the chauffer there, polishing the car. Having no tasks to do this day, Tiffany had dressed casually in a short lavender off-the-shoulder mini sweater dress and white platform knee boots. "Hello Ellie, how's your day going, busy schedule?" "Not really, I don't have anything to do until I pick up The Commander in a few hours, so just keeping things clean." Tiffany had hoped to hear that. She slid close to the driver and gently slid a long nailed finger down Ellie's chest to the waist of her skirt. "I was hoping we could spend some time together today." Not needing any more of a hint, Ellie lifted Tiffany's dress over her head and guided her into the back seat of the car. As Tiffany carefully opened the buttons of Ellie's blouse the taller sissy groped and sucked on the other's breasts. Being quite flat-chested, Ellie loved feeling Tiffany's firm natural C cup breasts. Once Tiffany finally got the driver's blouse and skirt loosened, Ellie climbed up on her knees on the seat, straddling the younger sissy who was only too happy to stroke the driver's balls and take her clitty cage into her mouth. Ellie quickly reached as full an erection as the permanently riveted cage would allow. Straining at the steel rings, Ellie felt Tiffany carefully insert a talon tipped finger into her ass. That was too much to hold and the driver shot her load into the sissy's warm mouth. After quickly redressing, the two went their separate ways to clean up before seeing anyone else. The Fundraiser Ellie pulled up in front of the art gallery. A similarly tuxedo skirted sissy opened the door so Tiffany and Gabriella could climb out of the car. Tiffany had dressed to impress in a floor length bright white gown. It had a low open back that afforded the occasional glimpse of her butt cleavage as she moved. The side was slit up to her upper thigh, allowing a good look at her white satin platform pumps and curvy legs as she walked. Gabriella wore a knee length red leather double breasted coat with rows of gold buttons. It was belted at the waist and cut close over her ample bust to show off her figure. She had a matching officer's cap, black leather gloves and stiletto heeled black leather boots were zipped snugly around her curvaceous calves. Tiffany took her Commander's proffered arm and they walked up the red carpet into the building together. As the paparazzo's cameras flashed Tiffany tossed her luxurious ponytail over one shoulder then the other. The stunning woman and her beautiful sissy would be on the front of the society section in tomorrow's papers. "Well hello Gabriella" said a jubilant Commander Althea, the Principal of the Sissy Academy that had trained Tiffany. She had been waiting near the door for a chance to be seen with them. As the hottest sissy in town, Althea wanted to be sure the papers knew it was her academy that had converted Tiffany from a boy into a beautiful sissy. Althea looked at her entourage of three young sissy cadets and gestured toward Tiffany "Now girls, this is the gold standard that you are striving to achieve. If you can develop the poise that Tiffany did at the Academy you may be lucky enough to catch the eye of a powerful Commander like Gabriella." Kissing Althea on both cheeks, Gabriella replied in a light tone; "You flatter us too much my dear!" As the Directing Commander for the district, Gabriella was used to hearing effusive praise. The ladies moved slowly through the gallery, Gabriella mingling with the invited dignitaries and Tiffany staying close by her side while admiring the art on the walls. After a couple of hours of schmoozing, Gabriella called for Ellie to bring the car around to the front and they made their exit through the flash of cameras. A Quickie After Work Ellie the Chauffer parked in the garage and held the door for Commander Gabriella. The Commander nodded to Ellie and walked into the house. She found Tiffany waiting there. "Hello Tiffany, you look very pretty today." Tiffany blushed at the compliment. She had wanted to please the Commander so had worn a lavender mini-dress with white platform pumps. The dress had tiny spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her d?colletage. The short but full A-line hem draped around her upper thighs. Her long dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. "I'd like to see you in your room, please meet me there and change into your white heeled ballet boots." As the Sissy scooted quickly back to her room the Commander watched as the flouncy hem bounced showing off the white lining and all of the sissy's thighs. Back in her room Tiffany quickly stepped out of her stiletto heeled pumps, putting them back on the large shoe rack on one side of her walk in closet. She pulled the white ballet boots off of the rack and sat on the stool in the middle of the room to lace them on. She stood and stutter stepped out of the closet and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting in anticipation. She was unsure what the Commander wanted, if the meeting was to be instructions, punishment for some unknown infraction or a pleasurable interlude. A few minutes later the Commander walked in and locked the bedroom door behind her. Tiffany could lock her door for privacy from everyone in the house except the Commander, who had a key. She saw that the Commander had changed from her leather work uniform. Now she wore a long leather trench coat with high stiletto heeled platform shoes over fishnet stockings. All were black. As Tiffany sprang up onto her toes the Commander admonished "You should be standing when I enter the room." "I'm sorry Ma'am, it won't happen again!" "Stay standing and take off your dress." Tiffany quickly slid the back zipper down, having practiced that for years she had the shoulder flexibility to do it without help. As the dress slid off the Commander gazed with lust over Tiffany's well toned curves. "The bra and panties too." Tiffany slid out of her undergarments and neatly folded everything onto the dressing chair near the bed. She was effectively naked, her body adorned only with her lavender steel boned corset which was gartered to her nude stockings. Without being asked, she took the short but practiced steps of a dancer on her toes to stand in front of the Commander. With her eyes cast down, she admired the woman's high shoes. Tiffany had worked hard at balance, strength and ankle flexibility so she could handle shoes as high as her Commander. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands behind her back. The Commander slowly walked around her as Tiffany struggled to stand as still as possible, balanced en pointe as she was. Even though these ballet boots had heels it was still difficult. Having enjoyed the sissy's obvious struggle, the Commander noted "Very nice, your workouts and corseting have paid dividends. You are the most wasp-waisted of any sissy in our district." Tiffany beamed at the compliment but struggled to hold still. "Bring me your white leather armbinder." Tiffany strutted quickly into her closet and returned with the restraint. The Commander took it and gently turned the Sissy around. Without being asked Tiffany held her arms close together behind her back so the binder could be slid up. The Commander took her time to get the straps over the shoulders buckled snugly then tightened the laces from bottom to top. As were all of Tiffany's clothes, shoes and restraints, this one had been custom made for a perfect fit. As the seam was pulled closed, Tiffany's elbows were drawn together. With the laces tied off Gabriella walked in front of Tiffany to the end of the bed. Tiffany knew to keep still and quiet until told to do otherwise, so she stood where she was looking at the floor. In her peripheral vision she saw her Commander take off the leather trench and hang it on the tall post at the corner of the bed. She resisted the overwhelming temptation to look at the Commanders semi-naked body. Gabriella wore fishnet pantyhose under a tight rubber bodice. It had open breasts, leaving her natural DD beasts standing proudly out. After tossing something onto the bed that Tiffany could not see clearly, Gabriella walked back in front of her. "Lick my nipples, put those tongue studs I paid for to good use." Tiffany needed to bend over only slightly to reach the much taller Commander's breast. She slowly licked and sucked on each nipple in turn as Gabriella slowly started breathing deeper. Tiffany wished she could hold those beautiful firm breasts but was contented with the chance to put her mouth on them. After a few minutes the Commander was breathing heavily and smelled noticeably wet. Tiffany's clitty was starting to strain at its cage. Gabriella climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. "Climb up here and put that tongue to work," she said. With a struggle Tiffany walked to the end of the bed on her toes, climbed on and arranged herself facedown between the Commanders legs, all without the use of her arms. She slowly started kissing the lips of the Commanders' moist pussy. She had done this enough times now to know what Gabriella wanted without any further instruction. Over the course of a half hour, Tiffany's lips and five tongue studs gradually worked over Gabriella's labia and finally clitoris, with the commander's breathing getting heaver and moaning louder. Her climax was announced with moans that turned into loud cries. After a minute to catch her breath, the much larger and stronger Commander pulled Tiffany up higher on the bed. She lifted the Sissy's hips and slid a pillow underneath. Now Tiffany could see the object that had been laying there waiting as Gabriella picked it up and strapped on a double ended dildo. With one end deep inside her pussy she applied some lube to the other and gently pushed into the Sissy's anus. Tiffany held her bound arms off to one side so Gabriella had unobstructed access to her derriere. As the stokes gradually intensified, both the woman and the sissy moaned louder. As her clitty strained painfully against its cage, Tiffany felt the Commander's strong hands squeezing her breasts. With her ass filled and her sensitive breasts held tight that was all it took for the Sissy to climax, shooting her come through the small hole in the tip of the clitty cage. After a few more strokes Gabriella climaxed a second time and rolled off of the sissy. Once her breath had slowed to a more normal rate, Gabriella pulled the armbinder off of Tiffany, put her trench back on and left with "Well done Tiffany. Your studded tongue worked like magic again." Glancing at the clock she added "Dinner is in 20 minutes." Epilogue Tiffany paced the Sissy's lounge at Gabriella House nervously in her platform stilettos. "Sit down, they'll call as soon as there is news, there's nothing we can do" stated a calm Ellie, who had been through this before. Gracie was uncharacteristically compassionate. "It's the first time her Commander has gone into labour, I bet you were nervous every time your Commander delivered." Given the high infant mortality rate since the pandemic had started, for the Sissy of the House there was much riding on the creation of a healthy baby. The ring of the phone made Tiffany jump. Gracie answered and listened intently. After hanging up she informed the others "Congratulations Tiffany, Commander Gabriella has given birth to a healthy baby girl." The Sissy of the House collapsed onto the sofa and let the tears of joy flow. Ellie, with her magnanimous nature, hugged Tiffany for comfort. "Yes Ma'am, you called for me?" Gabriella looked up from her writing desk in her home office. "Yes Tiffany, please come in." The Sissy of the House stood in front of the desk, looking down as a pretty two year old girl bounced around the room. The resemblance to Tiffany was unmistakeable. "You have served me well Tiffany, you have been obedient and faithful and most importantly, you have succeeded at your prime objective of generating a healthy child for me." The Sissy nervously wondered where this discussion was going. The Commander continued. "In fairness to the Gynarchy, I can no longer keep you for myself. It is too important that you have the chance to impregnate another woman. I have engaged in discussions with a Commander in the next district. I will release you from our marriage contract so you can marry her. Don't worry, I have had many conversations with her about how sissies should be treated. Like me, she feels that any sissy that behaves should be treated well. Just support her as you have me and you will be fine. In honor of your exemplary service and your successful impregnation, I will bestow upon you the status of Cherished Sissy. No one can ever revoke that but me. As long as I hear you are serving your Commander well you can never be demoted to menial labour." After a respectful pause, Tiffany replied "Thank you Ma'am, I will make you proud." "I'll have Ellie take you to the dressmaker. The bestowing of Cherished status and release from marriage will take place at the Commander's meeting next month. I want to show everyone there that you are the most beautiful sissy in the land."