Becoming Sissy
by:Sissy Priscilla Valentine  Rated XXX

Becoming Sissy – by: Sissy Priscilla Valentine

Chapter 1 – 'Caught!'

It all started when Buffy, my adorable twin sister; born with me on
Valentine's Day; and I were 11 1/2 years old. We were identical in 
every way except; of course; I was a boy. We both sported long, 
shoulder length wavy golden blonde hair; which she parted in the middle 
and I to the side and soft silky unblemished fair skin. Like Buffy's, 
my build was slight and petite, and my facial features softly delicate 
and feminine. Strangers often mistook us for twin little girls, and in 
such mistakes we secretly delighted.

You see I hated being a boy, wearing boy's clothes, sports, the whole 
nine yards! Even as young as 3 years old I remember longing to be a 
pretty little girl instead, even praying at night that I'd wake up as a 
girl. This, my deepest, darkest secret wish was shared only with Buffy. 
She happily encouraged me, secretly playing dress-up games, daily 
giving or loaning me her panties, old bra-slips and training bras, 
slips and half-slips, pantyhose, and nighties to wear discreetly under 
my boy's clothes, to bed, and during our secret game playing. She liked 
having a 'sister' to play with.

Buffy, too, had her own secret wishes. She longed to be a baby girl 
again, wear diapers and plastic panties, and she loved to wet herself. 
Usually when we played dress-up, I'd be her mommy and she'd be my baby, 
and now as we were entering puberty we were beginning to experience the 
pangs of sexual desire and pleasure when we played. These were happy 
times, and I'll cherish the memory of them the rest of my life.

It was one of these times that, at least for me, became one of the most
embarrassing, humiliating experiences of my life, yet began the 
happiest, most pleasureful period of my life!

We lived on a palatial estate on a hill overlooking Los Angeles, known 
to the locals as Valentine Manor. Daddy; Dr. Rodney Valentine, at 31; 
was a Gynecologist and Pediatrician, while Mommy; 28; the entrepreneur, 
owned several lingerie stores, adult boutiques and adult book, video, 
and novelty shops. We certainly had all the money we could want, L.A. 
being as perverted as it was, and Buffy and I tended to be a little 
spoiled.

We attended private school, where the girls all wore an abbreviated 
pink satin frock with puffy sleeves, a big white satin bow sash, and a 
puffy 3 tiered white lace trimmed skirt with a hemline that fell barely 
below the thigh when the wearer was sitting. The dresses were always 
worn with a 6 layer chiffon petticoat trimmed in lace with alternating 
layers of pink and white, white tights with ruffled bottoms (or pink 
garter belts with opaque white silk stockings for the older girls), 
pink bobby-sox with ruffled white lace trim, and red patent Mary-janes. 
Each girl carried a clutchbag that matched her shoes.

We boys all wore red trousers, white shirts, and black ties. It was 
horrid! Even worse, boys were taught in a separate building, and not 
permitted to mix socially with the fairer gender.

About once or twice a month Buffy and I would risk playing hooky, so we
could spend the day uninterrupted playing our secret game. On one 
particular day we left as usual, walking as the school was only blocks 
away, and when out of view of the house, doubled back to conceal 
ourselves in the hedge about 25 yards from the front door, near the 
driveway/courtyard.

The red Ferrari Daddy drove was parked out front with the door ajar, 
and Daddy and Mommy were standing near the car's open door. Mommy wore 
a black leather mini-dress, red fishnet stockings, and her trademark 4' 
cock-shaped black patent leather stilettos. Daddy wore a lab coat and 
stethoscope as he was going to the office. Mommy had a firm grip on the 
huge bulge in his crotch, and was barking something under her breath at 
him we couldn't hear, to which he was nodding in profuse obedience. 

Even if he was a muscular, bodybuilding hunk, and Mommy wore the dress, 
it was readily apparent to any onlooker who really 'wears the pants' in 
our family!

When Daddy left, Mommy went back inside and came back out carrying her 
purse to meet the chauffeur driven Rolls Limo. Ivan, a 6'7" well 
muscled black man with a shaved head and a short van-dyke, sharply 
exited the drivers seat and snappily opened Mommy's door for her, 
standing smartly at attention while he waited for her to leisurely 
enter, eyeing him up and down in inspection. He wore a white tight tank 
top, and skintight black Lycra bicycle shorts, his required uniform, 
which showed off his beefy buns and the massive bulge in his groin. 

Mommy licked her lips teasingly and barked her orders at him, to which 
he replied, "Yes, Mistress Kristin," before closing the door and
reentering the driver's seat. I marveled at the power she seemed to 
have over her men, and I envied her.

The limo cruised slowly past the hedge where we crouched in hiding, and 
down the long winding drive to the 12' wrought iron electronic gate, 
which majestically swung outward to open as the car approached, 
swinging closed with a firm clang! before Buffy and I felt safe enough 
to stand. We darted for the front door and admitted ourselves with a 
key. Ordinarily, our 16 year old stepsister and family maid Tracie 
would have been there, but on Tuesdays and Thursdays she was a candy 
striper at Daddy's medical office, and she'd left that Morning with 
Daddy so the house was wonderfully empty, a virtual playhouse for the 
game we 'sisters' were about to play!

Once inside Buffy shut the door behind us, and I almost ripped the boys
clothing from my body, wearing only a pink satin training bra, matching
panties, ruffled white tights just like the little girls at school 
wear, and a white silk chemise style slip with spaghetti straps.

Buffy wasted no time undressing either, removing the ruffled lace 
bottom tights to reveal her white plastic panties with the ruffled lace 
bottom, that covered the pink satin pillowcase she wore as a diaper 
which I'd pinned on her that very morning. She looked so precious! When 
she removed her silky camisole and lacy white bra, I couldn't help but 
gasp excitedly. Her muffin sized, pear shaped firm little breasts 
angled slightly upwards from her lithe little body. Tiny points of 
hard, pert pink nipples jutted sharply and invitingly outward, making 
me green with envy! It wasn't fair she should be so cute and curvy 
while nature left me so flat and boyish!

"Don't be silly, Sissy!" Buffy called me by my favorite girl's name 
"You're a gorgeous little girl!" She grinned wickedly, "Or you will be, 
in a minute!" She giggled. My little penis twitched inside my pretty 
panties, and began growing hard at the prospect of my becoming a 
'gorgeous little girl'!

Hand in hand we skipped up the stairs and down the hall into her 
girlishly decorated bedroom. She seated me at her vanity, combed & 
parted my hair in the middle and gave me some bangs, then tied my hair 
up into cute little pigtails with red satin ribbons. She applied a 
frosty shade of pink lipstick to my lips, a little rouge to my cheeks, 
and nail polish on the nails of my dainty little hands that matched my 
lipstick.

While my nails dried she carefully removed my slip and replaced it with 
a sexy sheer pink babydoll. She balled up some panties and stuffed my 
little training bra, and dabbed 'White Shoulders' behind my ears and 
down my neck.

"OOOO Sissy! You're soooo pretty! You'd be a perfect mommy!" Buffy 
giggled. As I stared into her heart shaped mirror admiring the 
beautiful little girl staring back at me I found I couldn't agree more, 
and hugged her sweetly.

"Have you been a good baby, or are you wet?" I asked playfully, 
slipping my hand inside the back her plastic panties to see for myself, 
and caress her satin diapered firm little bottom.

"Baby Buffy a good wittle baby Mommy!" she babytalked, wiggling her 
bottom against my intrusive hand as if to prove her claim.

"C'mon then baby lets get your 'bobba'!" Leading her by the hand to her 
bed, I reached under the mattress and found her pacifier which I hung 
around her neck, and her water filled baby bottle. She jumped into bed 
and her tiny breasts jiggled as she landed, scooting over to make room 
for me, and I slid in next to her. I raised the bottle to her waiting 
mouth and she greedily snatched the nipple between her lips, nursing 
noisily. With my free hand I explored my sexy twins hard little body. 
Her firm little boobs felt so nice as I gently squeezed them, rolling 
each hard little pink nipple between my thumb & forefinger and 
occasionally giving them a playful pinch.

She began softly mewling and moaning as I touched her, stroking the 
flesh of her tight little tummy and creamy smooth thighs. She finished 
her bottle and I had her suck her pacifier while I dashed to the 
bathroom for a refill. The fabric of my pink satin panties teased my 
little boner as I ran, sending thrills through me, and as I snuggled 
back into bed with my babyish sister she couldn't resist grabbing it!

She resumed her nursing, and I resumed my fondling while she kneaded my
little pecker, making me moan myself! Soon she emptied this one as 
well, and having already drunk several glasses of water before we ever 
left the house that morning, she was hot with the need to pee.

"Baby wee-wee now 'kay Mommy?"

"Okay sweetie!" I rushed to slip my hand inside the waistband of her 
plastic panties, and between her thighs to her satin diapered hairless 
little baby pussy. She let go, her hot pee spreading in her diaper and 
splashing into my hand as I rubbed it back into her pussy, and she 
squealed in delight as I fastened my mouth on her luscious little titty 
for some nursing of my own. She wriggled and bucked her slender hips, 
pushing her pussy into my palm as I rubbed.

"Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhh Mommmmmmmyyyyy," she cried out, the hot stream 
of her pee subsiding she was bucking more frantically now, and jerking 
on my panty covered little hardon as I thrust it into her hip. I knew 
it wouldn't be long now before she came, and was pretty close to 
cumming myself!

"Ohhhh gosh, Ohhhhhh yessssss Mommmyyyyy, rub it harder PLEASE!" She 
panted urgently "OHHHHH OHHHHHH Yeah! Yeah! YESSSSSSS MOMMMMYYYYY oh 
I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna CUM! I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!" Her body 
went rigid then convulsed with the force of her cumming, trembling 
spasmodically as wave after wave of intense orgasm wracked her lithe 
little body.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?"

I leapt to my feet in sudden dread and fear as I realized in horror 
that what I had always feared had finally happened; Mommy had caught 
us! My boner instantly went soft and I could neither move nor speak, 
much less run! I wanted to die!

Mommy stood in our open door clad, as she had been this morning, in her
black leather mini-dress, red fishnet stockings, and cock-shaped 
stilettos. She was a beautiful blonde with big smoldering blue eyes. 
Her hair was short, styled like that of Dorothy Hammil's. Her 36C-22-26 
figure curved dangerously, and I often wondered how it would feel to 
grow up looking like her!

She eyed me up and down getting madder by the minute. "So, I see 
'hooky' isn't the only thing you're playing, is it?" she asked 
rhetorically, "and why are you dressed like that?" she demanded

"I-I," I stammered and fell silent, dropping my eyes to the floor to 
avoid her gaze.

"So you like dressing up like a girl, huh? You little faggot! Well, 
from now on we'll just make you keep dressing like a girl! And look at 
you, Buffy! Did Mommy's baby wet herself?" She shook her head in mock 
disgust. Little did I know she had caught Buffy wearing diapers and had 
played the baby game with Buffy several times over the past month, this 
was all a show for my benefit.

"Come here you little sissy," she barked at me. Buffy giggled and said
"That's her name, Mommy, 'Sissy'."

"Oh how cute! But you've been skipping school young lady, and you're a 
very naughty little girl! Aren't you?"

"Yes Mommy," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Yes Mommy!" I spoke up.

"Yes Mommy, what?"

"Yes Mommy, I'm a very naughty little girl."

"And what kind of punishment do naughty little girls deserve when they
misbehave this badly?"

"A sp-sp-spanking."

She sat on the bed and yanked me over her lap. Her leather skirt teased 
my tiny penis through my pretty panties, which once again became hard 
and ached for relief as she lifted the lacy hem of my sheer little 
nightie, revealing my firm, girlishly clad little bottom. She rolled 
down the waistband of the white ruffled tights but left me the dignity 
of keeping my panties on.

"Say 'I've been a naughty little girl and really need a spanking. 
Please spank me, Mommy'."

"I've been a naughty little girl and really need a spanking. Please 
spank me, Mommy."

She raised her hand high in the air and slapped it down hard on my 
upraised pantied buttocks, first the right cheek, then the left, 
spanking hard and fast. I was crying and trying to avoid the swats, 
thus unintentionally bucking and thrusting my satin swathed little 
hardon into her leather covered thigh. Finally I couldn't hold back 
anymore.

"Arrrrggggggghhh!" I groaned out loud and my body jerked as I came 
inside my panties, and when Mommy realized I had just cum in her lap 
she beat me even harder. Finally she stopped, pulled off my tights and 
little pink panties, and used these to wipe up the cum off my little 
penis, then stuffed them in my mouth.

"Get used to the taste of cum, you little slut, because you'll be 
swallowing a lot of it from now on!" she laughed, "Now suck those 
panties clean, Sissy!"

I obediently sucked on the panties, humiliated beyond belief as I stood
there only wearing my babydoll and stuffed training bra, forced to 
taste and swallow for the first time my own salty, sticky boy goo. It 
wasn't that bad really, and I certainly felt all the more girlish doing 
it.

Mommy turned to Buffy and pushed her back on her back, and skillfully
removed the sweet little tart's plastic panties and pee soaked diaper.
Guiding Buffy's hips to the edge of the bed she called me over and 
forced me into kneeling between my sister's luscious wet thighs, so 
that I was  staring eye to eye with what had to be the prettiest little 
hairless pink baby pussy a little girl could wish for. Her crotch 
glistened with the wetness of her pee, and the hot juices she had 
gushed when she came.

Mommy removed my thoroughly sucked panties from my little pink 
Lipsticked mouth and barked, "Clean up your baby sister!"

I hesitated, not knowing how she intended me to accomplish this task 
with no babywipes or cloths to use. She shoved my head forward.

"Lick it, you stupid little bitch!" I began licking her sweet pee 
soaked cunny. It was my very first taste of pussy, and I'd no idea what 
eating pussy was until now. After all, we were only 11 1/2 years old! I 
lapped like a kitten with her first bowl of milk, from Buffy's tight 
pink anal rosebud to the top of her pubes. Buffy apparently liked this 
very much as she began whimpering again in pleasure, grabbing my 
pigtailed head and pulling my face into her pussy as she began gently 
wiggling it against my eager mouth.

Mommy decided Buffy was having too much fun and pulled me away, 
Redirecting my cleaning operation to the pre-teen's upper thighs. When 
she was satisfied all the pee had been cleaned up, she yanked me away 
and sent me sprawling onto my back on the floor.

"Stay there, Sissy, and watch how her real Mommy treats this naughty 
baby!"

As if on cue Buffy submissively laid herself over Mommy's lap. "Baby 
Buffy's a naughty wittle baby Mommy, pwease spank me!"

Mommy wasted no time, and, holding down the little girl with one strong
hand, she flailed her sweet little buns with the other, pausing 
occasionally to stroke the crying child's lovely little pussy. I was 
fascinated by how her little buttocks jiggled as they were swatted, 
remembering how firm my little twin's bottom was! In just minutes her 
butt was a crimson red. Mommy stopped the spanking and gently inserted 
a long red-nailed middle finger into her young daughter's virgin pre-
teen pussy, slowly wiggling it and pulling in and out, turning Buffy's 
sobbing into sweet little mewls of pleasure.

"Do you promise to be a good baby from now on and not wet without me?" 
Mommy asked her tenderly.

"Ummmmm yes Mommy, baby Buffy pwomise!" The sexy child wiggled herself 
on Mommy's probing finger, eager to cum once more. Mommy had other 
ideas though, and reluctantly slipped her finger out of her teased and 
frustrated little girl.

My penis was fully erect again, and jutted pathetically small straight 
up in the air as I laid face up on the floor.

"Get up now Sissy, and both of you follow me!"

Mommy led us down the hall to the master bedroom, and into the bathroom
inside. "It's time Buffy and I made you look like the pretty little 
girl you want to be," she started, "that is what you want, isn't it?"

I nodded shyly.

"Speak up Sissy, do you want Mommy and Buffy to make you be a pretty 
little girl?"

"Oh yes, Mommy!" I squealed happily, "more than anything in the whole 
wide world! Please!"

"Good then, let's get started!"


Chapter 2 – 'Transformed!'


While Buffy helped me out of my flimsy bra and nightie, Mommy filled 
The bathtub with a hot sudsy bubble bath then lowered me into the tub 
where together they scrubbed me from head to toe. Mommy commented how 
lucky I was not to have developed any body or facial hair as yet and 
didn't have the need for shaving. As they dried me off she caressed me 
in several places, saying, "Such pretty skin! So soft!" She and Buffy 
coated my delicate skin in perfumed baby oil, then dusted me with 
perfumed after-bath powder.

Mommy's manner had changed somewhat, and became gentle and soothing. 
She sat me on the edge of the tub and, as I held on, both females gave 
me a nice pedicure and painted my toenails with the same polish Buffy 
had used on my dainty little hands.

Mommy went to her closet and produced a prosthetic device I'll call a
bodysuit. Worn like a leotard it was custom made to emulate Buffy's 
sweet little body in every way, from the perfect little breasts I 
envied so much, to the hairless tiny pink baby pussy. Buffy and Mommy 
both struggled to pull the bodysuit on me, and after 10 minutes of real 
effort finally got it on me. Underneath the prosthetic pussy my 
miniscule little penis had been sheathed in an external catheter which 
attached to the pussy's urethra to allow for urination without removal. 

Further, a specially designed metal plate forced my organ up into my 
scrotal cavity, so that no telltale bulges gave me away! The navel 
concealed a small socket driven by a crank Mommy produced, that when 
turned operated metal and latex shaping bands that cinched my waist to 
20", and lifted, shaped, and separated my already girlish buns. Of 
course my buns and asshole were still very exposed, "So I can still 
spank you effectively when you're naughty," Mommy chided with a
teasing grin.

She applied concealing theatrical makeup to all the edges making them 
Appear flush with and part of my own skin! I looked every bit like a 
natural girl! My penis strained against it's unyielding restraint, 
making me gasp in pain!

"Ohhh Mommy! It's beautiful!" I exclaimed, hugging myself and grinning 
with joy!

"I knew you'd like it, you precious little girl!" Mommy beamed 
approvingly. "Now Sissy, sit here on the stool, and watch Mommy take 
care of baby Buffy first, because, remember, real 'ladies first'!"

I sat as directed and watched her lower Buffy into a fresh bubble bath. 
She used a loofa sponge to scrub the cute little pre-teen's creamy 
smooth skin, making it turn pink as blood came towards the surface of 
her skin in reaction. Buffy squealed as Mommy rapidly drew the hard 
rough sponge across the little girl's pouty baby cunny. And after she 
was rinsed and dried you could see the poor child's pussy swollen with 
desire, oozing hot pussy juice down her parted thighs!

Mommy seated herself on the commode seat, and guided her submissive,
innocent young daughter over her leather-skirted lap. Next to the 
commode a full enema bag hung from a rolling hospital IV stand. Mommy 
reached for the long slender nozzle, and oiled it up with cherry-
peppermint-flavored oil.

She dabbed some of the oil on Buffy's virginal, tight little pink 
rosebud, then slowly slid the tip if the nozzle inside, gently urging 
the white plastic tube deeper and deeper until all the usable end had 
found it's way inside.

Buffy didn't protest but didn't look comfortable at all, until Mommy 
Opened the valve and let the lukewarm sudsy water flow into her tight 
little rectum and deep into her little tummy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Buffy moaned softly as she began to relax, and 
smiled blissfully as Mommy began stroking her helpless daughter's 
swollen little slit and ripe little clitty. "Oooo that feels nice 
Mommy!" she whimpered meekly, starting to squirm.

"Be still sweetie," Mommy admonished, "remember you mustn't spill a 
drop!"

Buffy forced herself to be still while Mommy continued to pump water 
Into her poor little girl's tummy, and continued fondling and probing 
her hot little pussy! I absently reached between my own little thighs 
to play with my realistic feeling but dry prosthetic pussy, trying to 
rub my hidden little boner through the impenetrable restraint of the 
painful metal concealing plate, which ached for attention.

Little Buffy's face began to contort now, expressing the discomfort she 
Was now feeling over having her lower tummy so stretched by the warm 
enema. Mommy sensed her daughter's discomfort and gently eased a second 
finger inside the sweet virgin's wet honeypot.

"UNNNNHHHHH!" Buffy groaned, then whimpered softly in rhythm with 
Mommy's probing fingers. The enema bag now completely drained Mommy 
gently removed the nozzle and replaced it with the thumb of her 
fondling hand, still wiggling her two fingers inside the helpless 
little tart. After several moments Mommy removed her fingers and, 
keeping her thumb firmly wedged in Buffy's tight little sphincter, 
helped the little girl to shakily stand. She got off the commode seat 
and lifted it so Buffy could be reseated. She jerked her thumb out with 
a squishy pop! And allowed the trembling child to purge.

"OHHHHH GODDDDD MOMMMMMMMYYY!" She squealed. "I'mmmm CUMMMMMMMIIIINN 
NNGGGGGGGG!" As the toilet filled with her waste she was shaking with 
tremor after tremor of an intense orgasm, and when finally empty, 
collapsed to one side into the waiting open arms of her Mommy, gurgling 
and cooing in babyish contentment.

Mommy gently washed her, then got a fresh pink satin pillowcase, and 
laid it out on the bathroom's marble counter, folding it like a diaper. 
She lifted Buffy onto the diaper and, dusting her with baby powder, 
pinned it snugly about the sweet child's hips. She slipped Buffy's 
little legs through the leg openings of a fresh pair of white ruffled 
rumba plastic panties and pulled these up around her pretty diaper.

I still fondled my pretty 'pussy' while my other hand played with my 
phony little 'AA' cup titties. Gosh they felt so real! As Mommy turned 
to me and saw what I was doing she giggled. "Look Buffy, looks like we 
turned sweet little Sissy on!"

"Yeah!" Buffy laughed, "she likes her new little pussy, don't you 
Sissy?" She mocked.

"Ummm-hmmm!" I nodded vigorously, smiling.

"Okie-dokie Sissy sweetheart," Mommy announced, "it's your turn!"

She took me by my delicate little hand and helped me to stand, leading 
me back to the commode. Buffy rushed with the enema bag to the tub's 
faucet, poured a little liquid soap in the bag, and slowly filled it 
with hot water, making sure it was just hot enough not to hurt me. As 
Mommy seated herself on the outer commode seat, and I submissively 
draped myself over her lap as I'd seen Buffy do, my pretty twin 
returned and hung the enema bottle back on the stand. Mommy removed the 
traditional nozzle from the end of the tube, and replaced it with a 
slightly thicker, cock-shaped pink one. She held it up to my frosty 
pink painted lips and said, "Kiss the pretty penis, honey!"

Obediently I puckered up and kissed it right on it's fleshy latex head,
leaving on it the telltale lipstick lip-print. "Good girl!" praised 
Mommy. She squirted more cherry-peppermint-flavored oil on it and 
rubbed it all over the flesh-like shaft, then inserted the oil filled 
douche bottle's tube inside my protesting virgin anus, lubing my rectum 
liberally.

"Now it's time to clean out your sissy-pussy, Sissy!" she announced. 
She pushed the bulbous pink head of the penis nozzle gently into my 
resisting asshole.

"OWWWWW!" I cried, "It hurts Mommy!"

"Just relax!" Mommy cautioned, "it'll feel better in a minute, but if 
you don't be a good little girl Mommy will have to give you another 
spanking!"

She slowly but smoothly pushed it deeper and deeper, pulling it back
slightly before each advance, and as the pain slowly began to subside 
it was replaced by an oddly pleasant feeling. Is this how a girl feels 
when she makes love? I felt so feminine at that moment I thought it 
must be. Mommy finally stopped advancing the phallic nozzle and slowly 
opened the valve.

Buffy was right, it did feel nice! All tension ebbed quickly away as 
the hot water flowed into me, and I went limp with a sigh of 
contentment. Mommy playfully fondled and stroked my feminized buttocks 
while the flow continued, making teasing comments like, "Such a cute 
little butt, I'll bet it'll get ya lots of cute boys!" and, "I'll even 
bet you could get Peter to play with it!" I blushed hotly, for Peter 
was the dreamy hunk with the huge ten-inch penis I couldn't keep my 
eyes off in gym class, on whom, I'd confessed to Buffy, I had a big 
crush on! How did she know? It was then that I knew my trusted Sister 
had betrayed me.

Before long the water had drained from the bag, and I was thoroughly
stretched! My thoughts were led in a different direction as my pretty 
Mommy gently hand-fucked me with the penis nozzle. I whimpered 
girlishly as she pumped it slowly in and out of me. The pleasure built 
inside of me, and my little balls boiled with the need to cum beneath 
the prosthetic pussy.

"Maybe he'll be your boyfriend...maybe even...FUCK you, hmmm?"

In response I wiggled on my Mommy's lap, and she pumped a little 
faster. I moaned loudly in pleasure.

"Umm-hmm! I think you'd like that very much, you cute little slut!"

Indeed, I thought so too! Mommy stopped pumping and carefully withdrew 
the slick phallic nozzle from my hot, tight little rectum, replacing it 
as she had in Buffy, with a tightly wedged thumb. I too could only 
stand shakily until permitted to sit back on the toilet, legs spread, 
straddling the wrist of my mother's thumb-hand. She jerked it free and 
instantly I purged with such force the water splashed back up on my hot 
little butt. My poor little peter jerked inside it's restraint and I 
almost came! Unfortunately, I was not destined to cum just then, and 
found myself very frustrated!

Mommy then gave me two heavily perfumed douches, giving me yet another
ultra-feminine feeling, washed my bottom and crotch, and dabbed them 
lightly dry.

We re-entered Buffy's room led by our dominantly clad Mommy, who draped 
a big fluffy towel over the heart shaped mirror of my sister's pretty 
vanity table. She opened Buffy's drawers and selected a few items she 
would need.

"You don't mind if your sister borrows some of your pretty things, do 
you sweetie?"

"Of course not!" exclaimed Buffy, "she can wear anything of mine she 
wants!"

Mommy held out the most darling pair of hot pink ruffled rumba silk 
panties I'd ever seen then lowered them to my knees. Steadying myself 
with my dainty little hand on her shoulder I slipped first one leg, 
then the other through the white lace trimmed elastic waistband and leg 
openings, and waited as Mommy slowly and teasingly slipped them up my 
smooth little legs and up around my hips, sending thrills all through 
my little body. They had a shirred, scoop style back with a heart 
shaped white lace trimmed opening right over my 'sissy-pussy' Mommy had 
just cleaned, and were high cut with fluffy lace bows at the hips.

Buffy followed suit, holding up the matching front closure bra like a 
jacket so I could slip my arms through, then closed the clasp at my 
cleavage with a snap. The lovely bra lifted and pushed my little 
titties together, making them look a little bigger!

Mommy wrapped a cream pink satin cincher around my already curvaceous 
waist, and laced up the garment tightly in back, which was trimmed in 
white ruffled lace. She used her knee in the middle of my back now and 
then to make sure it was as tight as possible, whittling my waist down 
to a mere 16 inches! I could hardly breathe!

From the base of the cincher ran 4 white lace garter straps dotted with
dainty pink rosettes. These Mommy and Buffy threaded through my panties 
so that the panties were worn outside of them. Mommy then took one 
opaque white silk stocking and handed Buffy the other, having me sit on 
the bed. 

"Okay sweetheart, point your pretty toes!" se directed.

Mommy and Buffy rolled up the stockings as I obeyed her instruction for 
each of them in turn, letting them slip the delicate items up my silky 
smooth legs, securing them in place with the garter. Mommy gave Buffy a 
pink satin and white lace trimmed garter that matched my sexy bra and 
pretty panties, and got a matching one for herself, then both slipped 
these up to my thighs, concealing the tabs of my garter straps.

Next came a white chiffon crop-top style camisole with spaghetti 
straps, trimmed in hot pink lace, and one of the six layered petticoats 
Buffy wore to school, which matched the camisole. I held my arms over 
my head for Buffy to slip the camisole down over my bra-encased 
titties. The camisole had built in soft cups itself and the elastic 
gently cradled my pretty breasts. Mommy had me step into the frilly 
matching petticoat, pulling it up my silk sheathed legs, over my hips 
and about my waist. The waistband was wide, and required lacing up in 
back. The top layer was white with pink floral lace trim, the second 
pink w/white floral lace trim, the third white, and so on. So thick and 
puffy was the pretty chiffon petticoat that it flared way out, adding 
even more definition to my girlish little figure!

Buffy brought out a pair of dainty pink lace bobby-sox with frilly 
white lace trim and had me slip them on, showing me how little girls 
folded them sweetly down, then slipped matching fingerless wrist length 
gloves onto my femininely decorated hands.

Mommy then sat me down at my sister's little vanity table, undid my 
pigtails and set about styling it with a curling iron, giving me soft, 
pretty, bouncy little curls. She combed me out some cute bangs, then 
used a pink lace and a white lace ribbon on each side of my head to 
retie my pigtails with big pink and white lace bows! She got out 
Buffy's make up, applied concealer to the few minor flaws she found, 
foundation, a navy blue eyeliner, black mascara, soft blue and pale 
pink eyeshadows, and a hot pink lipliner. She then re-applied my frosty 
pink lipstick, blending it with the lipliner, giving me full, pouty 
lips. A mixture of light pink and cherry red rouge were blended then 
applied to the apples of my cheeks, and finally a light dusting of
loose powder with a brush finished off the effect.

At last Buffy produced one of her pink satin schoolgirl frocks I told 
you about earlier, and unzipped the back. I held my arms up once more 
as they slipped the lovely dress over me. Buffy zipped up the dress and 
buttoned the high neck collar for me while Mommy fussed over the 3 
tiered white lace trimmed skirt, making sure it hung properly over the 
flared petticoat underneath. Then Mommy tied the big wide sash into a 
big pretty bow in back.

I swayed from side to side, admiring how prettily and femininely the
beautiful frock and petticoat swayed with me.

Finally Buffy slipped the shiny red patent leather Mary-Janes on my 
dainty little feet, fastening the buckles on each of the tiny straps, 
which were decorated with little white satin bows.

Mommy led me back to the vanity and turned me towards it. "Well, my 
sweet, would you like to see the new you, pretty Sissy?"

"Oh please Mommy!" I begged, "please let me see!"

Mommy nodded at Buffy who yanked the towel away from the mirror to 
Reveal the prettiest little girl I'd ever seen, like Buffy only somehow 
even prettier, staring back at me from the mirror in open mouthed 
shock!

"OHHHHHHH!" I gasped, "ohh Mommy thank you so much! I'm so beautiful! 
Can I really be a girl all the time?"

"I wouldn't hear otherwise," Mommy answered in a warning tone. "Now go 
get some garbage bags and throw away every stitch of boys clothes 
you've got. If I catch you wearing boys clothes again you'll get the 
whipping of your life, do you understand me?"

"Yes Mommy, Don't worry," I re-assured her, "I'll be a really good 
little girl!" I happily skipped down the stairs to the kitchen and 
grabbed the box of garbage bags, and sped back upstairs to my room to 
obey my wonderful Mommy. All the while rubbing my silky stocking 
sheathed thighs together and luxuriating in the thrill my pretty little 
panties and petticoats were giving me as they softly caressed my 
delicate, smooth skin. I yanked open drawers and recklessly discarded 
all the hated masculine briefs, tee shirts, socks, shorts, and caps. I 
rushed to the closet and flung the sliding door to the side, jerking 
down shirts and ripping pants and belts off their hangers, stuffing the 
garbage bags. After making absolutely sure nothing remained of my male 
clothing, I dragged the four bags 2 at a time to the garbage chute at 
the end of the hall, and with a cheerful, joyous, falsetto voice 
chirped, "Bye-bye Geoff!" to each of them as I chunked them down the
chute.

I returned to Buffy's bedroom door and knocked softly like a good 
little girl. "Come in, Sissy," Mommy answered. I obeyed to observe 
Mommy putting the finishing touches on Buffy's outfit; who was dressed 
now exactly as I was. "Goodness me!" Mommy exclaimed, "I can hardly 
tell you girls apart!"

Buffy and I both giggled and hugged, admiring ourselves in the vanity
mirror.

Minutes later Mommy said, "Come along now, girls" and led us down the 
hall to a bedroom adjacent to her own, unlocking it with a key. For 
nearly a month remodelers and decorators had worked on both this room 
and the bedroom on the opposite side of the master bedroom, both of 
which had doors that opened into her bedroom as well as the hall. This 
first room had been converted into a nursery, with a custom-made queen 
sized baby crib, changing table, and all manner of infantile 
accessories. It had been Tracie's room, but now Tracie was to be given 
Buffy's room, and this is where 'baby Buffy' would sleep from now on.

Buffy's eyes sparkled with glee as she toured the room, lovingly 
fondling every little thing. She opened the closet to find all kinds of 
babyish dresses, custom made to fit her, and the drawers of her little 
dresser were filled with custom made satin diapers, plastic rumba 
panties, bibs, bonnets, and more.

Passing through Mommy's room we paused at the door of the other 
remodeled bedroom, which our mother unlocked to admit us. "This, Sissy 
dear," she began, "is your room from now on!"

I couldn't believe my eyes or my luck as I stared in open delight at 
the most wonderfully girlish room I'd ever seen! Wall to wall fuzzy, 
plush neon pink carpet covered the floor, and cream pink and white wall 
paper decorated with red hearts, cupids, fairies, and pink roses 
decorated the walls. A queen sized, canopied 4-poster bed was 
positioned with it's headboard to one wall. It had a ruffled pastel 
pink satin and white lace frilly canopy, and all manner of matching 
feminine bedding. Next to the bed on opposite sides were a white girl's 
dresser and a lingerie chest, trimmed in red. Mommy noticed the 
disappointed look I sported when I found the drawers empty, as well as 
the closet and re-assured me we would be taking care of that situation 
momentarily.

Spread neatly on the dresser were copies of TEEN, Seventeen, YM, Girl's 
Life, Twist, Jump!, and All About You!, as well as a couple of girl's 
heartthrob mags like Teen Beat.

Opposite the bed was a white vanity with red trim, a heart shaped red
trimmed, lighted mirror and a skirted red velvet stool. To the left of 
the walk-in closet was a matching doll crib with several large stuffed 
and plastic dolls, as well as several Barbie and Skipper dolls, all 
fancily dressed in the cutest little dresses.

"We'll have to get you some dresses to match so you can dress up like 
your dollies when you play with them, would you like that honey?" Mommy 
asked.

"Umm-Hmmm!" I nodded vigorously.

Above the crib hung the bedroom window, girlishly adorned with neon 
pink Priscilla draperies. And finally, at the end of the bed, stood a 
small, pink satin covered padded platform with metallic extensions 
supporting stirrups on one end and some other contraptions on the 
other. The height of the platform could be adjusted.

"What's this for, Mommy?" I inquired.

"You'll find out soon enough, young lady!" she promised, with a hint of
amusement in her voice I found oddly threatening.

"Are you girls ready?"

"Weady for what?" Buffy asked, baby-talking again.

"Why, to shop for Sissy's wardrobe for one thing," Mommy responded
incredulously. "Are you ready to go shopping with the girls, Sissy?"

"Yes ma'am!" I smiled.

"Well then, let's shop 'til we drop!"


Chapter 3 – 'Girls' Day Out'

Mommy led us back to her room and sent Buffy to retrieve her little 
purse and a matching one for me while she rang Ivan's extension to have 
the Rolls brought back around front. Buffy fetched our purses and was 
thoughtful enough to include some of the makeup I wore and a compact 
for touching up. Mommy dabbed some perfume on my ear lobes and pulse 
points on my neck and lace gloved wrists.

From her dresser she picked up her shoulder bag and slung it up her arm 
and over her shoulder, pausing at her mirror to touch up her own 
makeup. She then took us both by the hand and led us out to the waiting 
car, where Ivan waited by the open limo door.

"Ivan, this is my new little girl, Sissy!"

Instinctively I managed a pretty curtsey in greeting. The hard-bodied 
tall black man smiled, his eyes betraying amused recognition.

"And she's a very pretty little girl, too! Pleased to meet you, Miss 
Sissy!" He reached for my pink lace gloved hand and I let my wrist go 
limp as he lifted my hand to give it a charming kiss, eyes fixed on 
mine, mocking me.

"Likewise, I'm sure," I responded demurely, blushing with humiliation. 
He somehow knew who I was. I recovered my hand and attempted a graceful 
escape into the spacious limousine. Buffy slid in next to me, and Mommy 
sat opposite us, facing the front. Ivan shut the door and took his 
place in the driver's seat.

"Where to, Mistress Kristen?"

"That new mall would be lovely, wouldn't it girls?"

We both nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mistress Kristen!"

Up went the privacy glass between his compartment and our own, and 
slowly we drove down the drive and out the gate, working our way down 
the hill and into Los Angeles.

"Sissy, that's no way for a proper young lady to sit! Here, let me show
you!" Mommy crossed her legs at the knee. "Either sit like this, or put 
your knees and thighs together, and shift both of them to either side, 
like this." Her movements followed her instruction. I tried crossing my 
legs and found that, in the car it wasn't very comfortable, so I tried 
the other way and found it more relaxing. Certainly less exposing than 
the spread leg position she had admonished me for.

"There now, that's much more ladylike!"

The following 20-25 minutes of our drive were consumed with such 
instruction and advice from both my female companions, to help me 
become even more convincing and undetectable, and I soaked it up like a 
dry sponge soaks up water, eager to learn and fearful of being 
discovered, especially in public!

Ivan drove us into the parking lot and right up to the mall door, where 
Once again he opened the door and waited for us to disembark. I 
couldn't resist sneaking another long glance at the oversized bulge in 
his crotch. What does a black one look like? I wondered.

We entered the mall and headed straight for Amy's, a fancy boutique for
girls 7-14. Here Mommy let me pick out three darling, frilly little 
dresses. One hot pink taffeta with a high white lace collar trimmed 
with pink satin piping, puffed short sleeves, and starched white 
pinafore with scalloped edging and pink satin piping. The next dress 
had a red satin long sleeved empire bodice, again with a high white 
lace collar, a cream pink satin sash, and a billowing layered white 
organza knee length skirt trimmed with red satin piping. The third 
dress had a white silk tunic style bodice atop a three tiered red 
chiffon skirt with white polka dots and white lace trim.

Naturally she insisted I try each of them on and model them for Buffy 
and herself. And each time I saw myself in the mirror I felt even 
prettier and more feminine than before! Mommy also selected a fancy 
pink satin and taffeta French maid's outfit with cap, gloves, and lace-
trimmed apron from the costume section.

Our next stop was the ballet shop where Mommy bought us both three sets 
of leotards with matching tutus, tights, and slippers, one pink, one 
white, and one red. After that, a stop at the beauty shop, where to my 
delight we were both allowed to get our ears pierced just like big 
girls! I even got a set of sculptured nails! We hit a couple of 
department stores, where Mommy, Buffy and I picked out some more casual 
dresses, an extensive makeup kit for me, as well as two more pairs of 
Mary-Janes, one pink, and one white, with matching purses.

After lunch we headed for the hosiery shop, where Mommy purchased 
several pairs of silk stockings, from sheer to opaque, in a variety of 
colors, and several pairs of garters. She also found me 3 more sets of 
matching lace gloves and bobby-sox.

As the afternoon wore on we made it to the lingerie boutique Mommy 
owns, 'Miss-tique', and selected pair after pair of pretty panties, all 
with the requisite heart shaped lace trimmed anal opening. Some even 
bore the words 'Daddy's Little Girl' or 'Mommy's Little Angel' across 
the front. Of course each panty had a sexy little bra to match. There 
were waist cinchers and garter belts, camisole and petticoat sets, 
camisole and tap panty sets, pettipants, cute little skirted teddies, 
and hot looking babydolls.

We exited the mall, our arms laden with our purchases, to meet Ivan 
waiting for us with the car. He neatly and efficiently put away our 
parcels in the trunk, then getting destination orders from Mommy once 
again, responded, "Yes, Mistress Kristen!" and got us underway.

"Mommy, why does Ivan, and sometimes even Daddy call you 'Mistress'?"

"That's how slaves address the woman who owns them, Sissy," Mommy 
answered me, "you may have even heard your stepsister Tracie address me 
as 'Mistress Mommy'. From now on that's how you girls will address me 
as well, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," we both chimed, giggling. It sounded funny. And 
just what did she mean, slaves?

"There's nothing funny about it!" Mommy retorted hotly, "Serving and
pleasing your Mistress will become your biggest single desire and will 
reap you great pleasure and reward; just as failure to obey me, or 
displeasing me in any way will reap you great pain and humiliation." 
She paused, glaring at us both to emphasize her words. "Today you will 
begin your training as a slavegirl Sissy, Just as your sister started a 
few weeks ago."

I raised my eyebrows and glanced at Buffy, who was blushing now. Had 
she betrayed me? I thought she must have, as she wouldn't look me in 
the eye now. My short reverie was interrupted though, as we pulled into 
the lot of one of Mommy's adult book and toy stores. Mommy quickly 
ushered us in, making sure no one saw us because, after all, we were 
little girls!

The store was closed to the public today, but had Mommy arranged it 
that way. Two youthful looking bodybuilder types, each wearing some 
kind of harness about their hips, knelt just inside the door, eyes cast 
downward. The harnesses they wore cradled their large endowments in a 
satin sling, which concealed the locking steel ring that painfully 
trapped their cocks and balls. Further, a wide strap wedged tightly up 
between their buttocks forced them to wear the attached butt plugs deep 
inside their assholes. Buffy and I giggled at how funny they looked.

My eyes widened as I scanned the room. Videos and magazines showing
titillating pussies stuffed with gorgeous, massive dicks covered the 
walls from floor to ceiling on two walls, another wall boasted bondage 
equipment of every imaginable design, while yet another every kind of 
dildo, vibrator, and sextoy ever made! There were racks of paperbacks, 
mags, videos and lingerie spread throughout the store.

Mommy approached the first of the kneeling hunks, pivoted on her 
Cockshaped heels while simultaneously lifting the hem of the black 
leather dress, exposing the garter straps that supported her red 
fishnet stockings, and her red silk crotchless panties trimmed in black 
lace. Grasping her buttocks with both hands she spread them wide and 
bent slightly so that her asshole was just inches from the stud's 
mouth. Knowing what was expected of him the slave immediately pressed 
his open lips on Mistress Mommy's tight sphincter, forcing his tongue 
inside. Mommy rotated her hips, taking one hand and placing it behind 
her soul-kissing slave's head, she forced his face deeper into the 
crack of her ass.

Finally she released him and said, "Speak!"

"I am Steven, your humble slave. Please allow me to serve you, Mistress
Kristen!"

Mistress Mommy didn't respond, but presented her ass in the same way to 
the other kneeling slaveboy, named Eddie, for a repeat performance. She 
walked over to a rack, selected a video, and instructed Buffy and I to 
enter preview Room 5 and watch the movie while she 'dealt with these 
naughty little faggots'!

Buffy and I seated ourselves in our pretty schoolgirl dresses and 
rustling petticoats. The movie followed no plot, but showed scene after 
scene of beautiful, petite, teenaged shemale slaves bound, gagged, 
spanked, fucked, and forced to serve by well-hung masters! The sight 
was fascinating! I squirmed on the vinyl covered bench seat next to 
Buffy, and slid my hand inside my petticoat and up to my panty covered 
prosthetic pussy. Try as I may though I could not stimulate my poor 
little boner underneath it's concealing restraint. Buffy was having no 
problem though, her legs spread wide and her knees held at her chest by 
her left hand, her right hand jammed deep inside her plastic panties, 
stroking her clitty through her pretty satin diaper. Between scenes we 
heard the sounds of a leather belt striking fleshy bottoms and the 
cries of pain it elicited from the slaveboys. 

At the end of the movie as we crept out, we were treated to the live 
spectacle of the two studs forced to perform 69 while their vibrating 
butttplugs helped make them cum deep into each other's throats!

Mommy selected several pieces of bondage gear and two slightly 
different kinds of harnesses, as well as a couple of cruel looking 
strap on dildoes, and sent the second stud out to the car with them.

"Did you like the movie, girls?" she asked as we pulled out of the lot,
leaving behind the two men.

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," I answered for us, "it was...exciting!"

"I'll bet you'd love to learn how to suck and get fucked just like 
those little girls, wouldn't you Sissy dear?"

"Ye-yes I would!" I panted, "will you teach me Mistress Mommy?"

"Oh isn't that sweet!" She mocked, laughing, "yes honey, Mommy will 
teach you how to be the best cocksucking, leg spreading little 
slaveslut in the whole wide world. At least I and a few of my other 
slaves will, you can bet on that!"


Chapter 4 – 'Training Begins'

Afternoon was becoming early evening, and we arrived at the house 
moments before Daddy and Tracie. As Buffy and I worked diligently 
putting away all my pretty things in my new, girlish boudoir, Mommy 
dismissed Daddy to the guest house by the pool, and joined Tracie in 
the 16 year old's new bedroom to help her prepare for the evening's 
agenda.

After working together nearly an hour my sister and I had finally put 
all my new feminine clothing neatly away, and, after Buffy touched up 
our makeup, appeared back at Mommy's bedroom door where I knocked 
softly.

"Come in girls!" Mommy called. We pushed open the door and walked in to 
see Tracie had changed out of her Candy Striper uniform, and was now 
wearing a black satin and lace waist cincher/garter belt, and a 
matching demi-bra showing off her well developed 'B' cup breasts. She 
wore red silk stockings, pink patent leather knee-high boots with 4' 
cock-shaped stiletto heels, and a tight pink leather g-string that was 
so tight it looked like it cut into her pale, smooth skin. Her hair was 
in a long ponytail posed on the top of her head, and her makeup, 
usually demure and innocent, was now bizarre and dominant.

Mommy had removed her black leather dress, leaving on her black leather
corset, red and black crotchless panties, red fishnet stockings and 
black patent thigh high boots, also with 4' cockshaped stiletto heels. 
She sat in a large black leather chair with her legs spread and swung 
over each arm, her left hand spreading her own shaved pussy, her right 
hand firmly grasping Tracie at the base of her ponytail, forcing the 
sexy 16 year old to service her Mistress' pussy!

"Sit down, young ladies, and watch your big sister complete her pussy
worship."

Tracie hadn't missed a lick, if you'll pardon the pun, and was eagerly
lapping Mistress Mommy's dripping cunt, probing her stepmother's love 
canal with her tongue. Mommy moved her left hand from her own pussy to 
playfully fondle the tart teen's pretty titties. Her hips undulated, 
slowly rocking against the young girl's hot little mouth. Buffy and I 
squirmed with desire in our schoolgirl dresses and billowing 
petticoats, knowing better than to try to play with ourselves in front 
of our new Mistress.

Soon Mommy gasped, shuddered, and mashed Tracie's pretty face into her
gushing pussy as she silently enjoyed her first orgasm of the day. 
Tracie had been a good slavegirl these past 5 years, and had earned the 
promotion she would be honored with this evening.

"Run along now, Tracie, clean up and touch up your makeup dear!"

"Yes, Mistress Mommy!" said the smiling girl, who skipped happily to 
the door, then stopped and turning toward me, gave me a wicked, 
threatening grin that made me tremble in fear. What was she planning to 
do?

Mommy led us into the new nursery, where she helped Buffy out of her
pre-teen clothing, leaving her only in her little pink diaper and 
ruffled plastic panties. Mommy fit her with a babyish nightdress, and 
tied a pink little baby bonnet on the slavegirl's pigtailed head. She 
slung Buffy's pacifier 'round the pre-teen's neck.

We crossed back to my new room, where my shoes were removed, and 
replaced with pink ballet slippers. Mommy helped me out of the dress, 
then dressed me up in the pink satin French maid's outfit we bought 
earlier that day. She pinned the lace trimmed satin cap atop my 
pigtailed head, and let me check out my appearance in the mirror. 
Adorable!

When we returned to Mommy's room Tracie knocked daintily at the outer 
door and waited for admittance. "Come in dear!" Mommy called, "I'm just 
about to indoctrinate my new pupils!" Tracie obeyed, and retreated to 
the corner of the room, where she knelt on a velvet colored pillow, 
submissively awaiting her mistress' next instructions.

Turning to Buffy, she declared, "I'm sure Sissy Priscilla remembers the 
'Kiss of Submission' my little faggot slaves gave me today." She 
gestured to the floor in front of her feet as she stood. "Why don't you 
refresh her memory on the technique, you lezzie slaveslut!"

Meekly Buffy jumped to her feet and obediently fell upon her knees, 
eyes downcast, in front of her beautiful Mistress. Mommy turned as she 
had for Steve and Eddie earlier, spread her round, perfect ass, and 
presented her asshole for kissing. The innocent pre-pubescent kissed 
her Mommy's asshole sweetly, jabbing her little tongue as deeply as she 
could inside. She alternated between soulfully French kissing and 
greedily sucking Mistress Mommy's anus, utterly humiliated at having to 
perform in front of both her sisters.

"Speak!" Mommy commanded, after a time.

"I am baby Buffy, your personal slave, Mistress Mommy!" began Buffy 
kneeling with her hands clasped behind her, "my mouth, tongue, wet 
little pussy, even my whole body is your property and playtoy and exist 
only for your pleasure! Please let me serve you!"

In response Mommy pushed her down on her back and straddled her face. 
"Lick it you little bitch!" she barked. Buffy eagerly licked Mommy's 
shaved pussyflesh, as Mommy rubbed her dripping juices over the cutie's 
little face. This went on several minutes before she finally dismissed 
Buffy to her own velvet pillow. She put a pink leather, fur lined 
locking collar on the pre-teen, hung a matching suspension strap from 
the rear of the collar, from which dangled 2 matching wrist cuffs, into 
which she locked the helpless child's hands. She put Buffy's pacifier 
between the child's lips who accepted the proffered nipple 
submissively.

Turning to me she put a stern look on her face. "You've had three 
examples today of the 'Kiss of Submission' today, prissy Sissy," she 
began, handing me a sheet of paper. "Read this three times through, you 
are to remember every word. This is your 'Oath of Submission' you will 
be required to recite after a Mistress or Master has accepted your 
'Kiss of Submission' and allowed you to speak. Failure to recite it 
correctly, word for word, will be dealt with severely, and I mean it! 
Do you understand me, little bitch?"

"Yes Mistress Mommy!" I carefully studied the oath, committing it to 
memory. Mommy gestured again to the floor in front of her and I knelt 
there obediently. She placed me tightly into bondage identical to that 
which entrapped my pretty twin, then presented her asshole for kissing. 
I did my best to imitate my three predecessors, eagerly kissing and 
sucking her ass, which as it turned out had been liberally lubed with 
the cherry-peppermint-flavored oil! Yummy! She grabbed the back of my
be-ribboned head and held it there as she ground her asshole into my 
servile lips and probing tongue, nearly suffocating me in the crack of 
her ass before finally releasing me.

"Speak!"

"I am Sissy Priscilla, your personal slave faggot and slavegirl in 
training. My mouth is a faggot pussy, and my asshole is a sissy pussy. 
My pussies, pathetic penis, even my whole body is your property and 
playtoy, and exist solely for your pleasure, and the pleasure of any 
mistress or master you choose for me. Please let me serve you!"

"Not bad, you little slut," she praised. She pushed me back as she had 
Buffy, and rode my lipstick covered eager little mouth to a tremendous 
orgasm! She collapsed off of me, panting. "Damn! You're pretty talented 
for a panty wearing little faggot, did you know that?" she praised.

"Th-Thank you, Mistress Mommy!" I gratefully accepted the praise even 
if it had been laced with the degrading name-calling. She helped me 
back up on my knees, used a tissue to blot up the girl goo which 
drenched my little face and ran down my chin and neck, then retouched 
my make up. Moving across the room to a large pink chest she reached 
inside, and withdrew a 10' black leather vibrating dildo attached to a 
3 way strap-on harness, and motioned for Tracie to stand.

"Tracie has been my devoted slavegirl, and stepdaughter ever since I 
saved her from the juvenile detention she was facing five years ago, 
and adopted her as my own." She explained to no one in particular as 
she fit the harness tightly on the nubile blonde teenager's hips. 
"Because of her incessant obedience and eagerness to serve, I feel she 
is ready to become a Training Mistress for little boygirls like 
yourself, Sissy! Let's see you repeat the Kiss of Submission on your 
new Mistress."

Tracie turned and struggled with the tight straps of her harness and
thong-back pink leather g-string panties until her pretty pink pucker 
was exposed to my waiting mouth. I tongued and kissed it hotly, 
disappointed somewhat in the lack of flavored lubricant, yet still lost 
in the excitement of the moment. I couldn't believe I was actually 
eating my older teen sister's asshole!

"Speak!"

I recited my oath word for word, careful not to stammer or stumble over 
My words, and she responded by turning around, Holding the helmet 
shaped head of the realistic black dildo fractions of an inch from my 
mouth.

"So, you want to learn how to use that little faggot pussy and suck on 
some big ol' fat dicks, huh Sissy?" she demanded.

"Yes Mistress Tracie!"

"Then say 'Please teach me how to suck big dicks like a good little 
girl, Mistress Tracie!'"

Buffy giggled behind me as, blushing hotly, I repeated the phrase.

Inching the grayish cockhead closer to me lips she said, "Little girls 
Like you are to call every penis a 'lollipop", and dildoes like this 
one are "dildopops'." She paused, then ordered me to beg to kiss the 
dildo.

"Please Mistress Tracie, please let me kiss the big dildopop!"

"Kiss it with your little faggot pussy, Sissy."

I puckered my little pink lips and pressed them sweetly on the tip of 
the dildo, right on the fake pee hole! My shiny pink lip-print shone 
brightly from the leather dickhead, sending a feminine rush of 
excitement through me.

Not waiting for further prompting I repeated my sweet hot kisses, from 
The tip to the base, covering every inch of it with wet kiss prints. I 
caught my reflection in the full length mirror to my right as I 
lovingly kissed the artificial penis, and felt my balls tighten 
underneath my prosthetic pussy at the sight of the pigtailed blonde 
French maid as she kissed her Mistress' dildo in the mirror.

"Now then, beg to lick it!" Tracie ordered.

"Please let me lick it, Mistress!"

Once again she proffered the phallus, and I obediently licked it from 
Base to tip, covering a 1/4" wide section with every long swipe of my 
little tongue, making it shine wetly.

"Now, you little faggot, beg to suck it!"

"Please Mistress Tracie, Let me suck it!"

"Do you promise to be a good little girl if I let you suck it, panty 
boy?"

"Yes Mistress, I promise!"

She thrust the dildo into my lipstick painted eager pink lips, and I 
sucked madly! I kept stealing glances in the mirror, watching the 
pretty maid suck her blonde teenage mistress' big black dildo, and lost 
any hint of masculinity I might have had the instant I saw her. I 
watched as my reflection's mouth bobbed up and down the wet leather 
shaft, and whimpered with the need to cum.

"Look at the little bitch go, Mistress Mommy!" Tracie laughed.

"Yes, she does seem to enjoy it," Mommy replied, "maybe she's ready to
progress on to more advanced material."

Tracie nodded in agreement, slowly pulling the leather shaft out of my
reluctant mouth. With Mommy's assistance she shed the strap on harness, 
and stood with her pink leather-clad crotch just inches from my 
feminized face.


Chapter 5 – 'The Point of No Return'

"Let's see how well you do with this!" Tracie exclaimed, grasping her 
pink leather G-string by the side straps and unsnapping them, they 
popped free, freeing a 7" cock underneath, which unfurled and flopped 
right in my face!

"You-you're a boy?" I asked in shock, watching in disbelief as her dick
swelled to a full 9" erection. She raised her hand and brought it down 
hard, slapping me across the face.

"Bitch, don't you ever call me that!" she screamed, "this ain't no 
dick, Sissy Prissy, it's a boyclit just like you've got, only much 
bigger than your pathetic little one!" She laughed, stroking it lewdly 
in front of my face. "A nice big 'clittypop' for cute little sissy 
slaves like you!"

Taking the cue I began to beg "Please, Mistress Tracie, can I please 
kiss your big clittypop? PLEASE????"

She extended the purplish, helmet shaped dickhead towards my mouth and 
I leaned forward to give it a long, wet, open mouthed passionate kiss 
right on the pee-hole! It twitched when my pretty pink lips touched it, 
making me feel strangely powerful even while bound and helpless. I 
repeated my slow, passionate kissing all over her hot cock, examining 
every beautiful inch of her boymeat, watching the veins throb with the 
pounding flow of blood as they stretched taut the skin they tried to 
burst through. I squealed with excitement as I saw myself again in the 
mirror, sweetly kissing my mistress' love tool.

"Oh, so you like what you see in the mirror, hmmm?" she taunted, "a 
little faggot sissy maid kissing her lady's clittypop! What a hot 
little slut you are, Sissy Priscilla!"

I'd finished kissing every bit of it before looking up at her smirking
countenance again, and pleaded, "Oh may I please lick it Mistress, 
pretty please? I'll be good!"

"Yes you may, you worthless cunt!" She granted, "shine it up for me, 
l'il Sisssypoo!"

I licked it slowly, savoring the salty male taste and smell of her 
twitching loveclub. I started with her hairless balls, swirling my 
tongue instinctively around the smooth scrotal sac, parting her balls 
with the tip of my tongue, then swirled my tongue round each separate 
ball. Then, as she 
had shown me with the dildo, I slowly licked her dick from the base to 
the
pee-hole, pausing at the little loose flesh on the underside near the 
tip,
and lingering at her pee-hole. I repeated my licking over and over,
relishing in my very girlish reflection in the mirror, and the utter
femininity that consumed me.

Finally, I implored her "Oh please, please, please may I suck your
clittypop?"

Mistress Tracie slapped her cockhead teasingly on my lips. "Is that 
what you want to do, suck my big ol' boyclit, Sissy?" And slapped my 
lips with her cockhead again.

"Oh yes, Mistress Tracie! I'll be such a good girl you won't believe 
it!" I promised. "PLEASE stick it in my mouth and let me suck it!" I 
begged, panting with desire. She slipped the bulbous tip into my eager 
mouth as I submissively wrapped my pink lipstick coated lips lovingly 
around it, nursing on it like Buffy with her bottle!

"AHHHHH!" Tracie gasped, "your little faggot pussy is so hot and wet,
Sissy!" she exclaimed, "relax your neck so I can fuck it properly!" she
commanded. As I complied she wrapped my pigtails around each of her 
hands, and using them as reins pulled me forward, pushing her pulsating 
boyclit deeper in my mouth, and into my throat! She held me there as I 
gagged repeatedly until I could keep from gagging, then pushed it 
deeper still, until her smooth scrotal sac was all that remained 
outside my mouth and I had taken her full 9" to the hilt!

"Yeah, you're a natural born little cocksucker! This is called 'deep-
throating' Sissy, Something you'll be doing a lot of from now on!"

Mistress Tracie turned my head just enough for me to see myself in the
mirror, my mouth and throat crammed with her hot, throbbing member. She 
then turned my face forward and gripping my pigtails hard began slowly 
thrusting in and out, fucking me in my mouth!

"Oh yeah, sweetie! That's good pussy!"

I sucked hard, twirling my tongue around her sensitive cockhead each 
time she pulled back. It twitched and throbbed as though it had a life 
of it's own, and Tracie moaned in pleasure. She picked up her pace, 
pistoning her cock deeply between my painted lips.

"Suck it Sissy, suck it!" Mommy called from behind me. I'd almost 
forgotten she and Buffy were watching the spectacle, and the laughing 
reminder further humiliated me. "Suck it as hard as you can!"

"You go, girl!" giggled Buffy as I obeyed, making my training mistress
squeal in delight. She drove her hot tool inside me, slapping my chin 
with her hairless balls loudly as she yanked my head by the pigtails to 
meet her thrusts, whimpering wantonly as I sucked her. Instinctively I 
could tell she was near orgasm as I watched her balls draw up and 
tighten, and prepared myself for what would inevitably occur.

"When I shoot my goo I want you to swallow every drop!" she demanded. 
"You do want me to cum in your pretty mouth, don't you little girl?"

"Umm-hmm!" was the only reply I could manage between her thrusts, 
besides sucking her for dear life, anxious to milk her boygoo out of 
her. I didn't have to wait long as finally she thrust forward, lodging 
her dick back into my throat, and held me firmly in place. She jerked 
spasmodically, and squealed in girlish glee "I'MMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIINNNG!"

Her cock jerked and exploded rivers of cum down my throat, and I 
frantically swallowed, trying in vein to comply with her last directive 
as my throat over filled and my mouth became full too! Sadly, as her 
cock jerked and squirted another stream of sticky goo a final time a 
small strand oozed past my shiny pink lips and down my little chin.

I kept swallowing though, and managed to swallow the rest of her 
delicious boy-cum before she withdrew her softening member. Shaking her 
head she said. "Naughty girl, I told you 'every drop', how dare you 
spill some of my cum on your chin, you impudent slut!" She swiped up 
the errant stand of sticky white goo with her finger and held it out to 
me. "Lick it up, faggot!"

Debased, I submitted to her command, and obediently lapped the goo from 
her finger. She had called me 'naughty' and I knew the humiliation I 
would have to suffer next.

"I'm a very naughty little girl for spilling your goo, Mistress Tracie.
Please spank me so I'll learn not to be so naughty!"

Mistress Tracie sat on an ottoman and dragged me up off my knees by my 
left pigtail and over her stocking sheathed thighs. She lifted the pink 
satin hem of my maid's outfit, laying my skirt over the small of my 
back, and slowly repeated this with each layer of my frilly petticoat, 
until my panty clad bottom was revealed. She rolled down my panties, 
exposing my bare bottom. Mistress Mommy appeared in front of me with a 
short fat pink latex penis situated in the middle of a wide pink strap 
she wrapped around my head, stuffing the phallic gag into my mouth and 
locking the straps securely.

Mistress Tracie produced a small, 12" long, 2" wide leather strap with 
a cock shaped handle, and swatted my girlish butt. I screamed through 
my gag in pain, and kept on with my muffled screams as she tore into me 
with the strap. "I'll---teach---you-to-spill-my-cum-you-bitch!" she 
punctuated the swats with each word, and tears streamed from my face as 
I writhed on her lap, unable to avoid the stinging strap.

Teach me she did, and when she finally tired of blistering my ass I 
promised myself never to spill her cum out of my mouth again. She 
shoved me off her lap and onto the floor.

"Get out of my sight, you disgust me!" Bawling I ran from the room,
retreating to the comforting femininity of my girlishly decorated 
bedroom, and with hands still locked securely in bondage and unable to 
pull my panties back up, fell face down onto my lovely bed, and sobbed 
in my pillow.

Mistress Mommy and Buffy followed, and Buffy carried a bottle of
moisturizing lotion in her hand. Mommy lifted my skirt and petticoat 
back up, exposing my rolled down panties stretched across my thighs, 
and the bright redness of my thoroughly spanked girlish bottom. I 
gasped as I felt my sister's little hands, filled with the soothing 
coolness of the lotion, playfully rub it on my ass, while Mommy softly 
shushed me, lovingly stroking my newly styled hair.

When I'd finished with my tearful tirade, Mommy gingerly rolled my 
petty pink panties back into place, snugging them up around my waist. 
She lowered my petticoat and skirt, and helped me to sit up next to her 
on the bed. She removed my gag, and slipped her arm around my 
shoulders.

"There now, Sissy. All better?"

I sniffled and nodded, "Y-yes Mistress Mommy. I'm sorry I've been such 
a bad girl!"

"Wellllllllll," She began, re-assuringly, "you did do very well for 
your first cocksucking, sweetie. Did you like it, honey?"

I smiled, nodding vigorously, "Umm-hmm! I-I mean yes, Mistress Mommy!"

She smiled, pleased at how easy it had been to subjugate and feminize 
her pre-teen son. "Most girls love sucking big pricks," she claimed, 
"but they won't get to suck nearly as many as you'll get to suck! How 
did you like your first taste of someone else's cum, Sissy dear?"

"Yummy, Mistress Mommy!" I blushed, giggling, "it tasted really good!"

"I'm glad you liked it sweetheart! I'll make sure you get plenty!" she
paused, as if considering what she was about to say. "Sissy, we've come 
to a junction in your path here. One way will take you right back to 
being the boy you've always been, and detested. The other way will take 
you to the point of no return, the point where you'll remain a girl 
forever, and never be permitted to be a boy again."

"What way is that, Mistress Mommy?" I asked eagerly.

Mommy reached behind her back produced a long, 16" double headed dildo, 
10" of it extending out from its strap on harness, the smaller end, 
curving slightly upward, intended for the pleasure of the wearer.

"Girls use these on each other," she explained. "It's like a substitute 
for a guy's dick. Have you ever thought about what it might feel like 
to have a boy make love to you?"

I blushed hard. "Peter," I whispered.

"Yes, Buffy's told me of your little crush," Mommy acknowledged, "is it 
fun to think about?"

"Yeah. It makes me so horny!" I confessed.

"Well, the point of no return is the point where I will treat you just 
like a real slavegirl, the point where I will fuck you with this big 
rubber dick in your tight little virgin sissy pussy, and make you cum 
like a girl for the very first time," she paused, letting the 
ramifications of all this soak in, then continued, "of course, if you 
don't want me to, you can return to being a boy this instant, and never 
play dress-up again."

The distress associated with that option clearly swept across my 
girlish face. "Oh no, Mistress Mommy, please don't make me be a boy 
again! I couldn't stand it now!"

"Then you're saying you want to be fucked just like a real girl?"

I nodded eagerly. "Oh could I please! I mean, please fuck me like a 
real little girl, Mistress Mommy!" I felt so strange using the 'F' word 
in front of my sexy Mommy, when only yesterday I would've had my mouth 
washed out with soap for it.

Tracie entered the room, and joined Buffy, who was seated on the cedar 
toy chest, to watch the next event unfold.

Mommy stood and faced me, spreading her legs. She was obviously very 
turned on, her juices dripping from her hot, pink, shaved pussy. With 
one hand she parted the wet folds of her womanhood, using her other 
hand to gently guide the shorter end of the double-headed dildo inside 
her. She gasped as her love canal slid slowly down the shaft, until the 
harness covered her pussy. "Tracie, assist me," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," my training mistress replied rising from her 
perch next to Buffy, and walking behind Mommy. She buckled the 
wasitbelt tightly, and drew the other strap back between Mommy's creamy 
smooth thighs and tightly up between her buttocks, securing it in the 
3-way buckle. Her movements jostled the enormous dildo, making it 
appear to twitch as though a real man's dick, and my pretty mommy 
further reinforced this impression as Tracie returned to her seat by 
wrapping her hand around the base of the remaining 10" and stroked it 
lewdly.

She attached a leash to the front of my collar and gently led me to the
padded satin covered platform at the end of my bed. "To answer your 
earlier question, Sissy Priscilla," she began, "this is a slave 
platform, on which slavegirls and slaveboys can be bound and fucked 
mercilessly, in a variety of positions." She patted the platform and 
gave the leash a tug, indicating I should sit atop it. "I think the 
most effeminate position you yourself should be put in is the 
missionary position."

She gently pushed me back, then thought better, lifting me back to a 
sitting position, disconnecting my wrist cuffs from the suspension 
strap, and separating them. She laid me back down, connecting my 
separate cuffs to the side rings at either side of my shoulders. She 
snapped a removable headrest into its socket to support my head. My 
pretty little legs, sheathed in the opaque white silk stockings and 
dangle over the opposite end, and these Mommy lifted gently, locking my 
dainty feet, dressed in the pretty pink lace bobby sox and the pink 
satin ballet slippers into each stirrup.

She adjusted each of the stirrups' supporting arms, forcing my feet 
wide apart and my knees up so that I bent at the waist. She forced my 
knees further up until they were on either side of my face, effectively 
lifting my hips and buttocks well off the pink satin covered cushion, 
and my French maid's apron, skirt, and billowing petticoat fell upwards 
onto my little tummy. She slid a small cylindrical pillow under my hips 
to support my lower back, and admired her handiwork.

"Oh, my darling little girl!" she teased,  "you look so cute! So 
vulnerable and helpless! You are positively adorable!" Mommy sent Buffy 
into her bathroom to retrieve the cherry-peppermint-flavored lubricant 
in it's douche-like bottle, and accepted it. She squeezed some onto her 
fingers and lubed the bottle's nozzle, then gently inserted it slowly 
through the heart shaped lace trimmed opening in the rear of my 
childishly ruffled pretty pink satin panties and deeply into my 
quivering, virgin ass pussy, making me draw in a sharp breath. She 
emptied all but a small amount of the flavored oil inside me, stroking 
the remainder all over her massive dildo.

She gently worked her oiled middle finger past my protesting sphincter,
wiggling and twisting it as she forced it slowly all the way inside.

"Owww Mistress Mommy!" I exclaimed, "that hurts!"

"Remember honey, you have to relax just like when you got your enema," 
she explained, working her finger in and out, frigging my tight little 
ass pussy. When she sensed I had relaxed and began to enjoy her 
invading digit, she worked her index finger in with it.

"Owww!" I protested.

"Sissy, do I have to gag you again, sweetheart?"

"No Mistress Mommy, I'll be good," I answered resignedly, submitting to 
the second intruder of my upraised panty covered bottom. Gradually the 
feeling of pleasure returned, and she inserted yet another finger.

"OWWWW!" I cried, tears of pain welling up in my eyes.

"That does it!" She said with an air of exasperation. "Tracie, gag your
little protégé!"

Tracie appeared by my head gag in hand, and stuffed it in my mouth, 
Locking the straps securely behind my pigtailed head, as my maternal 
mistress continued finger fucking me. I whimpered and sniffled in pain 
for several moments before once again the pleasant sensation returned. 
My little cock strained hard against it's painful confinement, making 
me whimper and moan in both pain and pleasure as my hips tried to meet 
my mommy's gentle finger thrusts.

"See, you do like it, don't you?"

I nodded my assent. It was starting to feel nice! She slowly withdrew 
Her fingers from my now very wet ass pussy, and lifting the tip of the 
thick head of the rubber cock to rest on my virgin asshole she said, 
"Well you're gonna love this, my sweet little slut!"

With that she grabbed my right hip with her left hand and grasped the 
dildo with her right, holding it place as she drew herself towards me, 
and leaned into me, gently pushing the massive artificial cockhead past 
my resisting sphincter and into my ass pussy.

"Owwwmmmmm," I cried in pain, muffled by my penis shaped gag, 
continuing to whimper helplessly as my unrelenting mistress continued 
to slowly inch it deeper inside of me, stretching my poor rectum. 
Deeper and deeper she went, pausing now and then to allow me some 
relief. Finally it was fully crammed inside my ass pussy, buried to the 
hilt!

"Look honey! You're such a good little girl you've taken all of my big 
hard dick inside your pretty little pussy!" Mommy praised. I felt like 
I was being split apart, and looked through tearful eyes at the cruel 
phallus with which I'd been impaled. Mommy remained still until my 
tears subsided, then gently rolled her hips, making a circular motion, 
stretching me further to accommodate the enormous member.

Slowly she pulled back, inching the thick dildo out, until only the 
head remained inside, and grasping both of my hips, thrust forward, 
ramming the phony cock all the way back in!

"Ummmpphhh!" I squealed through my gag, once again, tears streaming 
down my rosy rouged cheeks. Thank goodness I wore waterproof make up or 
my mascara would have been a mess! Mommy repeated her maneuver a second 
time, then a third, and by the fourth time she rammed me the pleasant 
sensations I felt earlier returned, emanating from my stuffed asshole 
and washing all over me in waves, magnified in intensity! I'd never 
felt such pleasure in my life.

The pain ebbed away, and soon my hips undulated, trying to match 
Mommy's rhythm, meeting her thrusts wantonly. My cries and moans of 
pain were replaced by mewls and whimpers of pleasure.

Sensing how much I'd begun to enjoy my first fucking, Mommy called on 
Tracie to remove my gag, and rammed my hard again!

"Ohhhh yesssss Mistress Mommy, Fuck me like that!" I cooed, and Mommy
happily complied, enjoying the other end of the dildo in her own pussy. 
She twisted a small knob on her waistbelt, and the dildo began 
vibrating! She turned up the speed, moaning lustfully herself. She 
continued to fuck me mercilessly, using her thumbs to spread my 
asscheeks as she gripped my hips, pulling me into her thrusts.

"OOOOO deeper Mistress! Fuck me harder, Mommy, please!" I begged
emphatically, and finally could talk no more, my excitement and passion
reducing me to gibberish. I closed my pretty eyes and fantasized it was 
the handsome Peter who was fucking the shit out of me, his huge member 
ramming deep within my ass pussy. The image was so clear in my mind it 
was almost like he really was on top of me!

"OOO, OOOO, OOOO, errrrrrrgggghhhh! Ohhhhhh! Har- har-harrer! Fass-
fasser Moooooooommmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy!"

Finally I could take no more, my balls boiled, and tightened up inside 
me! I went stiff, then shook violently from head to toe as my little 
boyclit erupted within it's latex catheter.

"I"MMMMMMM CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!" I screamed as Mommy 
continued fucking me, and to my surprise as the first orgasm passed 
another one came on, and even another! I was having a multiple orgasm! 
And just as my beautiful mommy had promised, I was cumming just like a 
real little girl! She kept fucking. Finally the vibrations in her own 
pussy took their toll as she rammed me deeply one more time and 
clutching my hips went stiff and trembling herself.

"OHHHHH GODDDDD!" She yelled, collapsing on top of me, panting both 
from exhaustion and fulfillment, and held me gently.

When she regained her strength she raised up off of me and gingerly 
pulled the still vibrating cock slowly out of my asshole, which 
reluctantly released the huge dildo with a squishy 'pop!' and shut off 
the device. Tracie helped her remove the device from her dripping 
honeypot, and used a warm wet cloth to wash her mistress' pussy and 
thighs. I had cum so hard and so many times into my catheter that a wet 
spot was forming in my pretty pink panties covering my prosthetic 
pussy, and noticing it Mommy took a small silver key from her neck. She 
pulled my panties up my raised little legs and inserted the key into 
its keyhole, hidden under a fold of imaginary flesh in my crotch. 

Turning it she opened the crotch and freed my shriveled little penis. 
She clamped shut the catheter tube with a small clip, disconnecting
it from the inside of the realistic pussy. She carefully removed the 
latex sheath, and inverted it over the penis gag Tracie had brought 
her.

"You're such a good little girl, Sissy, you deserve a special treat!" 
Mommy grinned at her sarcasm, as she stuffed the pink, cum coated gag 
into my mouth and locked it in place behind my head while Tracie washed 
my crotch. I sucked contentedly on the gag, swallowing my sticky, salty 
semen, while Mommy fit me with another catheter, connected it, and re-
confined my limp little boyclit under the concealment of the pretty 
pussy. She released my legs and removed my soiled panties, producing a 
fresh, identical pair. These she pulled back up my legs, pausing just 
at my crotch.

She freed me from the restraints of the slave platform, and bade me 
hold up my skirt and frilly petti and turn around. She lowered the 
platform, had me bend at the waist and lay my pigtailed goldilocks 
curls upon it so that I was bent way over. She fit a hipbelt tightly 
above my protruding hipbones. Connected to this was a crotch strap, to 
which was secured a 10" cock-shaped vibrator/buttplug. She squirted 
more of her lubricant inside me and onto the phallus, and 
unceremoniously shoved it up my ass, making me squeal again, and pulled 
the strap up hard between my upraised buttocks, threading it through 
the 3-way locking hasp on the back of the hipbelt.

She kept it taut as she helped me to stand, still obediently holding up 
my skirt and frilly petticoat, and pulled it up as tight as it would go 
before locking it in place, forcing my pretty buns apart. She tugged my 
panties back up, and relieved me of holding up the dress and petticoat, 
fussing with them to make sure they hung properly.

My three mistresses (I'd been told Buffy was my mistress too, as well 
as a mistress to Tracie too, being a natural girl) spent the next 1/2 
hour having me perform curtsies and developing a more feminine gait 
before removing my gag from my mouth, and having me give Buffy the kiss 
of submission. After 5 minutes of soulfully tonguing and sucking her 
tight little pink asshole, she was permitted to straddle my face and 
use my eager pink lipstick coated mouth to service her virgin baby 
pussy. She humped my mouth for several minutes before I was able to 
make her cum again, drenching my face with her hot, sweet pussy juices.

They helped me out of the French maid's dress and petticoat, showing 
how each was to be hung, then helped me out of the camisole, gloves, 
ballet slippers, bobby sox, stockings, waist cincher, panties, and bra. 
Tracie had drawn a bubble bath for me in Mommy's bathroom, and I 
shivered from the cool air on my naked skin as I was led to the tub. 
After a thorough bath and shampoo, and a lengthy enema, Mommy refit me 
with my buttplug harness, inserting the vibrator control inside the 
hipbelt, and wrapped me in a big fuzzy pink towel.

She led me back to my girlish bedroom where Buffy and Tracie had picked 
out a pink silk babydoll with matching rumba-ruffled panties for me to 
wear. I shrugged the towel away so my pretty mistresses could help me 
into the wispy nightie. I slipped my feet into the big fuzzy pink bunny 
slippers, and obediently sat at the vanity so Mommy could show me how 
to remove my makeup. She then re-cuffed my hands and attached them to
the strap hanging from my collar behind me, leading me by the leash to 
the bed, which she connected to a headpost. She fit me with my fat pink 
penis gag, slipped the soft satin sheets and comforter up to my neck, 
and kissed me good night.

"You won't believe the day I have in store for you, tomorrow, young 
lady, so try to be a good little girl and get some sleep," she 
admonished, "sweet dreams, Sissy Priscilla!"


Chapter 6 – 'Slavery 101'

I was awakened abruptly, jumping in fear as the door slammed to. The 
lights came on, hurting my eyes as I squinted to see who it was that 
entered my room. It was Tracie in a black satin bustier, black silk 
seamed stockings with elastic lace tops, her knee hi pink patent 
leather boots with the 4" cock shaped heels, and the restrictive pink 
leather g-string panties she'd worn last night, or at least, an 
identical pair. The bustier had the cups removed, if there ever were 
any, and her firm bouncy pear shaped breasts stuck through the 
openings, jiggling as she moved.

The nubile blonde teenage shemale mistress jerked my frilly covers off 
of me, and the chilled morning air made me shiver. I blinked around, 
still groggy, and got my bearings. The pink penis gag still stretched 
my little mouth, and my little arms were aching from the bondage in 
which they were held. I looked at the clock, it was 4:30 am!

She removed my gag and said, "We haven't much time, faggot Sissy, so 
you'd better listen to and obey me immediately and without question if 
you don't want me to beat your worthless ass, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Tracy!"

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my head, facing the foot of the 
bed. She spread her firm, rounded asscheeks and virtually sat down, 
pressing her asshole on my mouth. Submissively I French kissed and 
sucked my teenage tormenter's asshole. She humped my mouth with her 
asshole, giggling.

"Little faggot asslicker!" she taunted, "Speak!"

"I am Sissy Priscilla, your personal slave faggot and slavegirl in 
training. My mouth is a faggot pussy, and my asshole is a sissy pussy. 
my pussies, pathetic penis, even my whole body is your property and 
playtoy, and exist solely for your pleasure, and the pleasure of any 
mistress or master you choose for me. Please let me serve you!"

She swiveled around on one knee and unsnapped her panties, releasing 
her hardening erection, shoved the 9' rod between my lips and said 
"here's breakfast, little bitch!" She fucked my faggot pussy, jerking 
my head up by the pigtails to meet her thrusts. "Suck it hard bitch, 
you have 3 minutes to make me cum!"

I did suck her hard, but alas could not make her cum even in 5 minutes.
Finally after 9 minutes she shot her load down my gulping throat, and 
at least I was successful in keeping my promise not to spill any of her
precious sticky boygoo.

"I told you to make me cum in 3 minutes, you took 9 you naughty slut!" 
she jumped off me and rolled me over, and using the strap she had last 
night, gave me six hard swats on my pantied girlish bottom, one for 
each minute longer I had taken, shoving my face into the satin covered 
pillow to muffle my screams.

Mistress Tracie jerked me back into a seated position as I bawled and
slapped me hard. "You better dry up, you sniveling little slaveslut, 
before I give you something to cry about! I'm getting a little sick of 
your impudence, Sissy, and I will not tolerate any more disobedience, 
is that clear?"

I struggled to hold back my tears and sobs, as I nodded submissively, 
"Yes Mistress Tracie."

"On your knees, pussy!" she barked

I jumped to my feet and ran to kneel at her feet, and she seated 
herself on the skirted red velvet stool of my vanity. She lifted a 
booted leg as if to inspect it, and momentarily sighed, "looks like my 
boots need a little shining up, Sissy Priscilla."

I took the hint and obediently began to lick the pink patent leather 
boot. "Don't start there you idiot!" she said with an air of 
exasperation, "start by kissing and sucking the heel!"

She crossed her legs at the knees and extended the heel in question. I
leaned over and kissed the tip of the cockshaped heel, and took it into 
my mouth, sucking the 4" leather phallus. I lingered on the heel until 
Mistress Tracie became impatient. "Okay, okay, you silly slut, get on 
with it!"

I slowly licked every inch of her boot, and repeated my efforts on the 
heel and boot of her other leg, giving them both a bright, wet shine. 
"That's a little better, Sissy." She said indifferently. She knew her 
humiliation and degradation of me would only further the formation of 
my effete, submissive nature, and was secretly pleased with the 
progress I had made thus far. She removed a key from around her neck 
and unlocked my wrist cuffs, freeing my aching arms. "Now get your ass 
into the hallway bathroom and draw my bath, and be quick about it!"

I ran down the hall in terror of another beating, and rapidly filed the 
tub with a hot sudsy bubble bath. Tracie entered shortly after, and had 
me undress her. I fumbled with the unfamiliar hook and eye fastenings 
of her bustier, still not well versed in handling small things like 
that with my longer, tapered, sculptured nails. Finally I got it 
unlaced and unfastened, and slipped the satin and lace garment off of 
her shoulders. I knelt on my bare knees at her feet and began to unzip 
her boots. "Use your teeth for that, you little whore!" she commanded. 

Gripping the zipper with my teeth I struggled to tug each zipper fully 
down before she allowed me to remove her boots, and return to an erect 
kneeling position. She stood, her flaccid 7" boyclit swaying in front 
of my face as I began to slowly roll her stockings down her legs one at 
a time, and slipped them off of her, awaiting my next command.

Mistress Tracie stepped gracefully into the tub, and slipped her lithe,
curvaceous 16-year-old body into the water and under the bubbles. 
"Well, what are you waiting for, you cunt!" she demanded, staring 
daggers at me, "bathe me you dumb bitch!"

I grabbed the sponge and washed her face, shoulders and arms, moving to 
her belly and legs, not wanting to approach her breasts, boyclit, or 
buttocks for fear of reprisal. Of course those maneuvers merely invited 
the reprisal I sought to avoid, and I obediently complied, soaping up 
her breasts, her bottom, and her all-important clitypop. Naturally it 
came to life in my hand, giving me a pleasureful stirring of my own 
underneath my prosthetic pussy, still painfully aware of the massive 
buttplug lodged deep inside my sissy pussy.

I stroked it some more, making it become fully hard before moving on to 
rinse her off and shampoo her long, golden blonde mane of waist length 
hair. Her hardon still demanded attention as she stood to be dried,
and as I patted her dry, I remembered my instruction of the previous 
night and begged sweetly to kiss her clittypop.

Once inside my eagerly sucking mouth Mistress Tracie gave me five 
minutes to make her cum, allowing for the fact she had cum less than a 
half an hour ago. This time I was successful in obeying her command, as 
well as swallowing all of her salty semen!

"Now that's a good little girl, Sissy Prissy!" she praised, patting me 
on my pigtailed head, "Mistress Tracie is proud of her little 
slavegirl!" She beamed condescendingly.

"Thank you, Mistress Tracie!" I answered politely, "you taste really 
yummy!" I giggled shyly.

She sat at the commode and had me lay over her lap, pulled down my 
panties, unlocked and removed my buttplug and harness, and slipped a 
phallic enema nozzle up my ass. After my cleansing she had me remove my 
nightie, bra, and sexy panties, ordered me to bathe, and shampoo my 
hair. After I did that, she refit me with the slave harness, letting 
the vibrator control dangle from my hipbelt.

Naked except for the cruel contraption, I was ordered back to my pretty
bedroom to wait at my vanity. While she was gone I experimented with 
the vibrator control, and was bouncing up and down on the red velvet 
stool with the vibrator at full speed when she entered 20 minutes 
later, wearing her French maid's outfit.

"Enjoying yourself, my little wench?" she laughed, taking the control 
from me and shutting it off, she dropped it to the floor, saying, 
"there'll be plenty of time for that sort of thing later my sweet. 
First we need to learn about our makeup and making ourselves adorable 
little dolls!"

My teenaged instructress spent the better part of an hour applying,
removing, and re-applying my cosmetics to the delicate features of my
cherubic little face, painstakingly instructing me in how to do each. 
"After we serve our Mistresses breakfast and get them off to school and 
work, you're to come in here and practice over and over again. You are 
to be perfect in you makeup skill by 10:00 this morning, or suffer the
consequences!"

It was 6:15 before I was fully dressed, once again in my pink satin 
French maid's outfit but with little help from my pretty teen 
dominatrix, and sent to wake Mommy as Tracie descended the stairs to 
prepare breakfast.

Mommy praised me on how cute I looked after sucking her toes as my 
training mistress had instructed me, to awaken her. Without being 
prompted I skipped into her bathroom and drew her sudsy bubble bath. 
After bathing and helping her dress she had me do the same for Buffy, 
who wore a latex panty-girdle under her ruffle-seated tights to conceal 
her freshly changed diaper and plastic panties.

"Now Buffy, you are not to remove your diaper and plastic panties by
yourself, is that clear?" Mommy said.

"Yes, Mistwess Mommy, but..."

"But what?"

"What about having to change for Aewobics and Bawwet cwass?" Buffy 
quizzed, fearful of discovery.

"Well, it just so happens Carmen Alanis, the school nurse, is a 
slavegirl of mine too!" Mommy explained. "You will see her before and 
after those classes for changing. And remember your promise not to wet 
without me, or I'll spank you good!"

"Yes, Mistwess Mommy," Buffy giggled.

The three of us descended the stairs and entered the breakfast room, 
where Tracie had laid out an elaborate breakfast for two on the 
dinette. When the two natural females seated themselves we curtsied and 
dismissed ourselves to the kitchen, where a flesh colored hollow 
phallic hard latex sheath protruded from a modified wall.

"This tube is a boyslut feeding tube," Tracie explained, "it runs up 
the wall and is filled through this opening here." She gestured to a 
small latex socket inches above her head. "It contains nutrients that 
will assure you retain your pretty figure, and hormones and vitamins 
that will enhance it, even help you grow your own pretty titties just 
like mine!" She lifted her firm pretty globes in emphasis. "You kneel 
and suck on it to feed from it, thus improving your cocksucking skills. 
Now get started, Sissy!"

I knelt on my stocking clad legs feeling the cool air from the kitchen 
floor flow between them and up into my skirt and petticoat as I moved 
into position. The penis shaped feeding tube was very realistic 
looking, and I engulfed it's mere 6" with my pink painted lips. I 
sucked and found I had to exert a great deal of effort to milk the 
strained mushy substance that tasted like a cross between roast beef 
and fruit cocktail from the tiny peehole. I fed until Mistress Tracie 
called to me and we bade our Mistresses goodbye.

She bade me wash the dishes and supervised as I cleaned the kitchen, 
then dismissed me to obey her previous orders. I worked diligently at 
my vanity from 7:45 am until 10 am when Mistress Tracie summoned me to 
her new bedroom for inspection.

She peered at me with her gleaming green eyes, taking in every detail 
of my makeup job, then smiled. "Well, you're not as perfect as I had 
hoped, but luckily for you, you've made yourself pretty enough to avoid 
a spanking for now!"

I breathed a thankful sigh of relief as I followed her back into the
upstairs hallway bath and retrieved both of our sets of soiled 
lingerie, placing them in separate plastic bags. We entered Mommy's 
bathroom and I retrieved her's and Buffy's lingerie as instructed. I 
followed her down to the basement laundry room, where using the large 
sink I was made to hand wash separately each garment, hang them on the 
line that stretched across the room, and dry each of them with a hand 
held blow dryer.

She had me wrap each dry set in white tissue wrapping paper and tie 
each package neatly with pink satin ribbon, labeling each one with 
their respective owner's name. She followed me back upstairs making 
sure I laid each package properly on each of the beds after I had made 
them and straightened up each room.

After using a feather duster to dust the living room, and running the 
vacuum cleaner, she dismissed me to the kitchen to prepare her lunch. 
While she ate I fed from my penis shaped feeder once again, and found 
myself afterwards with my head inside of her petticoat between her 
thighs, sucking happily on my dessert!

After milking her dry, I spent the most of the rest of the afternoon 
being taught how to sit, walk, and talk in a more convincingly effete 
manner, watching and learning all kinds of feminine gestures, even how 
to be sexy and graceful in my first set of heels! I was enjoying myself 
so completely I almost began liking my big sister again. But I promised 
myself that one-day, if at all possible, I would be the strap wielder 
and teach her a lesson or two!

My lessons in this area concluded late in the afternoon, and she had me 
set about preparations for the evening meal. I had a regal diner 
prepared and on the table in the formal dining room when our two 
mistresses arrived, and they enjoyed the meal chatting lightly about 
Buffy's day at school and how she felt to have her diaper changed by a 
strange woman.

"I was scared a little but I like the way she diddled me!" Buffy 
giggled.

"I didn't permit her to do that, Buffy!" Mommy said angrily, "you are 
only to be played with sexually by me from now on, unless I permit it 
and am there, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistwess Mommy!"

"I'll deal with that bitch Carmen when I drop you at school tomorrow." 
She turned to me and said, "During your training I have forbidden your 
Daddy to return to the main house, he will be staying in the guest 
house, but you'll get to see him tomorrow, and once a week after that 
until you're a well developed and trained little girl."

Mistress Tracie joined my other lovely mistresses at the table as I set
about waiting the table, serving up the food, wine for Mommy and Kool-
Aid for my pre-teen and teen mistresses. After serving dinner Mistress 
Tracie demanded I kneel under the table and service her as she ate 
dessert, enduring an occasional playful kick from Buffy and Mommy.

I cleared the table, washed dishes, and straightened up the Kitchen 
before being allowed to nurse again on my penis shaped feeding tube. 
Afterwards all four of us retired to my ultra-girlish bedroom to 
prepare me for the evening's entertainment.

Tracie removed my maid's outfit and replaced it with the Shirley Temple
style frock consisting of a white silk tunic style bodice atop a three 
tiered red chiffon skirt with white polka dots and white lace trim, and 
a high wide lace collar, which we had purchased at Amy's the previous 
day. She fussed with the tiered skirt until it draped properly over the 
billowing chiffon petticoat, and allowed me to put on the 'big girl's 
shoes' as she called my high heels.

This I modeled for my three subjugators, taking the dainty mincing 
steps I learned earlier that day, sexily swishing my hips from side to 
side in naturally girlish fashion. This elicited boyish wolf whistles 
and teasing flattery from my matrons, making me blush. The dominas had 
me change again, this time modeling the dress with a red satin long 
sleeved empire bodice, again with the high white lace collar, the cream 
pink satin sash, and the billowing layered white organza knee length 
skirt trimmed with white satin piping embellished with the darling 
little red hearts!

I dearly loved this lovely frock which was so utterly feminine and 
sweet, and twirled in front of my vanity mirror, swirling skirt and 
petticoat in the air, accidentally showing off my adorable rumba 
ruffled pink panties.

All the mistresses applauded, and of course pictures had to be taken in 
each of my darling new outfits. Finally the fine dresses, petticoat and 
Camisole were put away, and replaced with a white silk skirted teddy 
with pink lace trim. Mommy reached into the top of my garter and 
stocking top on my right leg and found my vibrating butt plug control, 
then had me kneel and service her delicious pussy. She kept the 
vibrator running, driving me crazy with lust for a good fucking!

Afterwards she bound Buffy upon the slave platform, and using a slender
single headed dildo much smaller than the one she'd used on me, she 
robbed her little girl of her virginity. She made Buffy promise never 
to touch a boy or let him touch her sexually, Then bound me face down, 
so that I straddled the platform, securing my feet to the stirrups, and 
knees and wrists to the platform. Mistress Mommy helped Buffy strap on 
a huge 10" dildo, and removing my slave harness she made me beg Buffy 
to fuck me. 

Once she figured out how to fuck me, she imitated Mommy's session with 
me the night before and fucked me hard, making me see stars and 
experience my second multiple orgasm! The night ended exactly as the 
last with me bound and gagged, contentedly sucking on my cum-soaked 
penis gag, and happily contemplating what might happen tomorrow.


Chapter 7 – 'Developmental Education'

Mistress Tracie woke me the sane way that she had yesterday, and after
successfully meeting her 3-minute demand this time, I luckily avoided
another severe beating. After bathing her and dressing her up, this 
time in her candy-striper outfit, she returned me to my room and 
supervised my make-up application. We went with a shiny wet look ruby 
red lipstick, matching polish for my fingernails and toenails, powder 
pink eyeshadow and rouge, navy blue eyeliner, and thick black mascara. 
The effect, after my pigtails were done, was an innocent cheerleader 
look. I looked so sweet!

From my dresser she selected a pair of high-cut red silk panties with
ruffled white lace cascading over the bottom and the requisite heart 
shaped lace trimmed anal opening and let me step into them, slipping 
them up over by cute little girlish bottom. I looked down at the front 
and saw 'Daddy's Little Girl' printed in lush white longhand across the 
front. "Mommy's really going to take me to see Daddy?" I asked.

"That's what she said, wasn't it?" As though my question were stupid. 
She fit me with a matching front closure bra. From my lingerie chest 
she selected a babydoll cut pastel pink camisole with dainty white lace 
trim, sporting a pretty red satin bow at the cleavage and wide white 
lace straps. I raised my arms obediently as she slipped the pretty 
garment down them, adjusting the straps over my delicate shoulders, and 
fitting the elastic sewn cups over my pert prosthetic little titties. 
Next she selected a matching little half-slip with a simple elastic 
wasitband and a wide white floral lace scalloped hem.

Moving to the closet she selected a fuzzy pink fleece turtleneck 
sweater and helped me on with it, folding the collar down only a little 
so my slavecollar was well hidden. From a hanger she removed a 
cheerleader style box pleat skirt, with alternating pleats of red, and 
white. This I stepped into and she slipped it up to my waist, tucking 
in my pretty sweater. Knee-hi thin pink socks followed, as well as red 
and white cheerleader oxfords with wide pink lace laces.

From my jewelry box she selected dainty silver heart shaped earring 
studs which she pinned into my pierced little lobes, replacing the gold 
studs I'd worn since the beauty salon, as well as a matching pendant 
locket, engraved with 'Sissy' in effeminate script. This of course she 
hung around my neck making sure my pigtails didn't get caught in the 
chain.

I inspected myself in the mirror and was once again taken aback by the
charming lass smiling prettily back at me. God I was so cute! I turned 
and surprised my older stepsister by hugging the teen and kissing her 
sweetly on the cheek, saying, "Thank you Mistress Tracie for making me 
so pretty for our Daddy!"

After waking, bathing and dressing my other two mistresses; who agreed 
that I was indeed cute; breakfast, my feeding, and cleanup went off 
without a hitch. Soon we were piling into the waiting limo. I sashayed 
sweetly up to the waiting Ivan, letting my eyes stare unabashedly at 
the huge bulge in his shorts, licked my lips and batted my eyelashes at 
him girlishly, teasing him. It had been the first time I ever flirted 
with a man, and it gave me a curious sense of power to see the look in 
his eyes as he smiled, and the expansion of his prominent bulge.

We stopped at Buffy's side of school first and as she darted off to 
class Mommy went in to 'deal' with her slave, Carmen. She returned in 
20 minutes with a satisfied smirk on her face, making me shudder to 
think what might have transpired during that little meeting!

By the time we made it to Daddy's clinic, he was already there. Per 
previous orders from Mommy the clinic would be closed this morning. 
Mommy had me wait in the car, feigning interest in the new copy of TEEN 
I had brought along, to avoid much eye contact with the hunky Ivan. 
Thirty minutes later she escorted me inside, and took me to an exam 
room where I found Tracie, bound straddling an exam table, skirt tossed 
up and panties down, stretched across her spread thighs, with a good 
amount of gooey semen all over her cute firm little bottom, and deep 
within the crack of her ass.

"Lick it up, Sissy, and hurry up so Daddy can meet his new little 
prissy princess!" Mommy commanded. I began licking up what to me was 
obviously my own Daddy's yummy cum and as I considered that my little 
pecker instantly began straining against its painful confinement! It 
was saltier, and somehow more masculine tasting than Mistress Tracie's 
boygoo. I cleaned all of it from her sexy ass cheeks, and, risking a 
spanking for doing so, I put my little hands on her well-rounded buns 
and gently spread them apart. I licked from her crotch all the way up 
the crack of her ass, pausing to linger at and tongue her pretty pink 
sissy pussy. Mommy patted me on the head approvingly when I did this, 
and I was glad I had pleased her.

When I had finished Mommy removed Tracie's restraints, and helped her 
touch up her makeup and straighten out her candy striper outfit while I 
touched up my lipstick. Tracie asked to be excused and took her place 
at the receptionist's desk, and Mommy escorted me down the hall.

It wasn't the first time I had visited Daddy's office, of course. It 
was a lavish affair with a huge desk, a bookshelf covering one wall and 
Diplomas, Degrees and licenses covered the another. Daddy rose from 
behind the desk in greeting, and dropped the file he was holding in 
shock, staring stupefied at me with his mouth agape, incredulous.

"Geoff???" he whispered.

"Of course not, Silly!" Mommy retorted, "this is your new little girl, 
Sissy Priscilla Valentine!" she announced. I smiled sweetly and 
curtsied prettily for him.

"Hi Daddy!" I giggled nervously in my most girlish falsetto, unsure
how he would react. His gaping mouth closed in a broad smile of loving
approval, and his open arms re-assured me of any reprisal from my 
handsome Daddy. I ran to and gave him a big hug, and he wrapped his 
steel-muscled arms around me to return it.

"Hi Sissy!" he said softly, "you're beautiful!" He kissed me paternally 
on the forehead, brushing away some of my cute little bangs.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I chirped, pleased with myself that I'd made my 
Daddy so happy, and also very pleased with the fact he thought I was 
beautiful!

"She is a little charmer, isn't she?" Mommy chimed in.

Yes, very much so!" Daddy answered enthusiastically. He grabbed my 
Shoulders and held me at arm's length. "Are you sure this is what you 
want though?" His eyes burned the question into mine.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" I assured him, "more than anything in the whole wide
world!"

"Very well then, let's go into the OB/GYN exam room, hon."

Mommy followed us and helped me off with my fuzzy pink sweater, 
camisole and bra. Exposing my jiggling prosthetic little boobies. I 
shivered in the cool air of the office, and got goose bumps. Daddy 
whistled, "Pretty effective transformation, Mistress Kristin," Daddy 
said in praised and licking his lips lustfully.

I became aware again of an instant painful boner, and squirmed on the 
exam table nervously. He took my temperature, pulse, and blood 
pressure, and a couple of blood samples he would send to the lab later 
that day, Then assisted Mommy with lowering my prosthetic body suit 
just far enough to expose my boyish, hairless chest. He touched my 
nipples which were hardening in the cool air of the clinic, and prodded 
the tissue surrounding them gently. He took precise measurements, then 
injected me under each nipple with some kind of hormone. He gave me 
another shot of some other hormone with an accelerator intravenously, 
then he and Mommy tugged my body suit back into shape. While Mommy 
worked with the concealing makeup once more, Daddy admonished me.

"The shots I gave you today, you'll get once a week, more precisely
formulated for your little body when I get the results back from the 
lab. Further, I'm prescribing a pill for you to take 4 time a day." He 
studied me for a moment. He was a handsome man, very muscular thanks to 
working out, with longish blond hair and a square jaw that made him 
resemble Fabio. He continued, "Within a couple of days your body will 
begin experiencing changes. These changes will be more accelerated than 
they are in natural little girls, so you will develop breasts, skin, 
and the heightened voice a girl your age should have. The down side to 
that is you'll experience powerful mood swings, and be very emotional. 

Also your little breasts will begin to ache and be sore for a while. 
These are called 'growing pains', and while all little girls have them, 
yours may be a little more intense." He paused again, giving it some 
thought. "I think I'll prescribe a mild tranquilizer to help with the 
mood swings, and if your growing pains get to be too much to handle, 
I'll write you a script for a mild painkiller too. Just remember these 
are natural reactions to the treatment, and there's nothing to worry 
about, okay sweetheart?"

I nodded gleefully, "Okay, Daddy! I love you!"

"I love you to, Sissy." His use of my new name made me quiver in 
delight, so did his light kiss on my pretty painted lips! He wrote the 
prescriptions and gave them to Mommy. Then he taught me breast 
exercises to do every morning and at bedtime.

Mommy helped me put back on my sexy bra, camisole and sweater, tucking 
the latter smoothly into the waistband of my cheerleader skirt, and as 
we left Daddy gave me a playful pat on my girlish butt. "See you next 
week sweetie!"

"Bye-bye Daddy!" I called back over my shoulder, and sashayed out to 
the car with Mistress Mommy, leaving Tracie behind to take care of her 
clinic duties. Thinking of her made me suddenly green with envy. Here 
she was, not even really related to him, and he was fucking her instead 
of me! I pouted all the way home, and when Mommy inquired as to why, I 
replied honestly.

"Is that all that's bothering you?" she laughed heartily, "don't you 
worry, my slutty little Sissy, you'll get your share of Daddy's big ol' 
dick inside you, in time," she assured me, then smiled as if a thought 
just came to mind, "you may even get it for your birthday, if you're a 
good little girl 'til then!"

This cheered me up! In only 4 1/2 months Buffy and I would turn 12 
years old, and the prospect of having Daddy, or rather, Daddy having me 
for my birthday thrilled me to death!

My training regimen remained pretty consistent over the next two weeks 
until Mommy felt I could pass convincingly at school then made 
arrangements for us to see the headmistress at Buffy's girl's side of 
school the following morning.

I seated myself in the brown leather office chair next to Mommy's 
across the desk from Mrs. Dean, being careful to smooth my skirt 
properly. I sat with knees together, tilted slightly to the left, with 
my pink lace-gloved hands folded neatly in my lap; a demure little miss 
quietly listening to her Mommy and headmistress discuss the curriculum 
I would require. Mrs. Dean was apparently a close friend of mother's, 
and it was that fact that made her comfortable in betraying to her my 
little secret.

"Oh, isn't that darling!" she clapped her hands together, beaming. 
"Well, you know Sissy, you aren't the first little boygirl we've had in 
attendance here at Cherry Hill. In fact, it was a major reason we 
selected to impose the frilly little schoolgirl dress you're wearing on 
all of our girl students," she paused, sipping her tea, "some mommies 
feel their little boy's bad behavior has gotten out of hand, and make 
them dress like a girl until they acquire the discipline and gentility 
that is more becoming a nice young boy."

She sipped from her teacup again, keeping eye contact and studying my
reactions. "But, your Mommy tells me you really want to be a pretty 
little girl, is that right, Sissy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Dean," I nodded meekly, "please don't tell anybody!" I 
begged fearfully.

She smiled cruelly, "As long as you're a good little girl, and an
eager and willing student, I won't tell a soul. But...," she shook a 
finger at me, "one little slip-up...." She let the threat dangle.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Dean, I'll be a good little girl, I promise!" I 
assured her.

She had me stand and walk around the room, admiring me. She winked at 
Mommy. "You've done a fine job in her transformation, Kristin," she 
praised her younger friend, "and an excellent job in developing her 
deportment as well!"

"Well," Mommy sighed, "I try! She can be frustrating at times though."

"We'll have none of that here, or she'll get a taste of this!" She held 
up her red leather, metal studded Ping-Pong paddle. "This is what I use 
on all our 'special girls'!"

"Uh-oh Sissy Priscilla, you better behave!" Mommy giggled at my wide-
eyed fearful stare at the cruel looking paddle. I'd had enough 
spankings these last 2 1/2 weeks, and promised myself to be an 
exemplary student and well-behaved young lady.


Chapter 8 – 'School Daze'


I was given my schedule, and was dismissed by the two women just in 
time to make it to my second period class, missing my first period 
homeroom class, Home Ec. It was my first time away from Mommy in public 
as a 7th grade schoolgirl, and despite all her reassurances I still 
feared detection and the embarrassment such a revelation would cause. 
Why, I'd be the laughing stock of the entire school, both boys' and 
girls' campuses. With that in mind I resolved to make every effort to 
apply what my mistresses had painstakingly taught me so far.

For second period I had 'Cosmetology and Makeup Artistry', and this I 
took to quickly and began to learn not only the arts of the 
beautician, but also the nuances and skills possessed by those makeup 
artists in the fashion industry. It was a really fun class, and I 
impressed my classmates so much I even made a couple of friends of the 
girls. I was amazed at how convincing I had become, and how easy it was 
to interact as a girl with my schoolmates.

Third period for me was 'Fashion Design', this was a little more 
difficult as I had to develop drawing skills. My teacher was a pretty 
redheaded woman of 23, and she was very nice and helpful.

During recess I met Buffy for lunch, and we chattered gaily about our 
day so far. She giggled at my schedule, noting none of the normally 
required academic classes like English, math, or the sciences for 
example were included.

"Yeah," I began, "Mommy and Mrs. Dean said these courses would make me 
a more well rounded little girl, especially for Mommy's purposes."

"They're sure right about that!" Buffy giggled. We ventured out on the
playground, Trying to boy-watch from the fence looking over to the 
boys' campus playground. "EEE!" I squealed in delight as I spied the 
handsome Peter in his red satin gym shorts and pink jersey, playing 
soccer with some of the other cute boys. "Gawd, he's like totally 
gorgeous!"

"He sure is, Sissy!"

Just then he looked over at us, and smiled as his eyes locked with 
mine. He looked me over, and I could feel his eyes undressing me! I 
returned the smile, and curling my hand slightly gave him a girlish 
little wave, fighting the urge to swoon. He waved back and returned to 
his soccer game, pausing between plays to glance over at me now and 
again.

"Hey, Sissy!"

Buffy gently elbowed me. "I think he likes you!" she said with an air 
of surprise.

"Oh Buffy!" I exclaimed wistfully, "do you really think so?"

"Umm Hmm! I sure do!" she nodded emphatically, "look how he looks at 
you." Then she added, "Ohmigod, what a totally cute butt!"

I had to agree. Though loose fitting the satin gym shorts clung to the
sweaty buns of the muscular athlete, whom I knew from Gym class never 
wore underwear. His buns were firm, tight, and totally kiss-able.

Unfortunately the school bell rang, breaking my reverie. We bade each 
other bye, and raced to reach our respective fourth period classes 
before he tardy bell sounded.

Mine turned out to be 'Clinic Planning Period Aide', and I found the 
door to the school's clinic just before the tardy bell rang. Breathing 
a sigh of relief over not being tardy yet on my first day, I entered 
the clinic and sat down my pink vinyl school satchel which carried my 
books, my pink gym bag, and my little purse.

A stunningly pretty, long black-haired, fiery green-eyed Latina smiled 
at me as I entered. I judged her to be about 22. She wore a short white 
nurse's uniform, white sheer stockings, white sneakers, and perched 
atop her head was a red and white nurse's cap. Her lips were painted 
deep purple, and were full and pouty. She wore corresponding hues on 
her eyes, and the effect was very pretty on her unblemished, smooth 
olive skin.

"Well, you must be Sissy, my new little charge!" she said with a slight
mocking tone.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied quietly. I did not know what to expect from 
her, and I had a curious sense of foreboding.

"Well come in, then, and lock the door."

As I obeyed she grabbed a sign saying "Closed for Planning Period", 
placed it facing outward through the door's glass window, and pulled 
down the black shade that hung over it. "Now we can have some privacy!" 
she explained. No other windows were visible in the room.

She sat down in one of the student waiting chairs and patted the seat
Next to her. "C'mon, sweetheart, I'm not going to bite you, you know!" 
she laughed at my hesitation. I acquiesced, and smoothing my frilly 
skirt and petticoat daintily, I took my seat. "There, now, that's 
better!" She lifted a lavender nailed hand and stroked one of my golden 
blonde pigtails. "Your Mommy has told me sooo much about you, Sissy 
Priscilla!" she began, "and you're every bit the pretty little girl she 
described."

"Th-thank you, Mistress Carmen."

"Mistress' eh? Then your Mommy has already explained why you're here?"

"Y-yes Mistress."

"Ah good!" She jumped to her feet, "Then we can get started!"

She crossed to her desk and punched a code into her calculator, and
magically a paneled mirror built into the wall slid open, retreating 
into the wall. She took me by the hand and led me inside the concealed 
room. "I use this chamber on all 'special girls', Sissy, sweetheart." 
The door slid closed, and she said, "It's quite soundproof, so no-one 
can hear anything that's going on." Mistress Carmen put her balled 
fists on her hips. "Young lady, have you forgotten how to greet your 
Mistress?"

"No, ma'am!" I replied, falling to my knees.

"Good girl!" she praised, swiveling around on one foot. She lifted her 
shirt and simple white nylon and lace slip, revealing the same kind of 
leather g-string panties Mistress Tracie always wore. She tugged the 
thong to one side so I could get to work, and I obediently gave her the 
kiss of submission. It felt strange doing this to an unfamiliar 
mistress, but it was still very exciting!

"Speak!" she ordered.

"I am Sissy Priscilla, your personal slave faggot and slavegirl in 
training. My mouth is a faggot pussy, and my asshole is a sissy pussy. 
my pussies, pathetic penis, even my whole body is your property and 
playtoy, and exist solely for your pleasure, and the pleasure of any 
mistress or master you choose for me. Please let me serve you!"

"Get up and strip naked, NOW!" she commanded. I rushed to comply, 
carefully folding and putting away my frilly things in my gym bag, 
together with my aerobics and ballet outfit inside. She had me kneel on 
the cold tile floor, and straddle a large drain recessed into it. She 
used similar restraints to those Mommy and Tracie had imposed, locking 
my wrists to my ankles, forcing my ass high in the air and my face to 
the floor. She rolled up one of those rolling hospital IV stands on 
which hung a filled enema bag sporting a phallic nozzle similar to the 
one used on me at home. 

Removing a key from around her neck she unlocked my slave harness and 
gently removed my buttplug, or 'pussy spreader' as she called it. My 
hot little asshole reluctantly released it with the usual squishy 
sounding pop! and the unfortunate emptiness I felt was soon appeased by 
the insertion of the penis shaped enema nozzle. It had a plug shaped 
bottom to hold it in place, and Mistress Carmen used a length of duct 
tape across my upraised firm little buns to secure it there.

My captor stood over my helplessly bound form and laughed haughtily,
enjoying the plight she had put me in. She said, "I'm going to clean 
out your little sissy pussy now, Sissy Priscilla. Be a good little girl 
and don't spill a drop, or there will be hell to pay!" she threatened, 
starting the slow steady flow of hot sudsy water into my hot anal 
cavity and down into my lower tummy.

She crossed in front of me, and kicked off her sneakers, revealing her
sweaty stockinged feet, and stuck the two biggest toes of her right 
foot between my bright pink painted lips. "Suck my toes, slut!" 
Degraded, I sucked her toes through the dirty stockings, whimpering as 
the enema became uncomfortably filling. After a few minutes she tired 
of this and seated herself spread-eagled on the floor, skirt hiked 
high, and unsnapped the snaps of her restrictive pink leather g-string 
panties, releasing her growing Latin boyclit! It was the first Hispanic 
penis I'd ever seen, and I was fascinated by it's olive color and 
brownish head, and stared as it swelled to a full 8 1/2" long, 
extremely thick throbbing erection.

She pulled my chin off the cold tile floor using my pigtails to pull my 
head up with, and scooted closer to me. Gathering my pretty pigtails in 
her left hand to maneuver my head, she grabbed her huge cock with her 
right hand and forced her huge, helmet shaped knob through my shiny 
pink lips, stretching them to the max before finally entering my hot, 
wet faggot pussy. She was far too thick to push more than 2 more inches 
into my mouth, and I had difficulty swirling my tongue around the hot, 
throbbing intruder.

I sucked her madly, wanting desperately to milk her dry as soon as 
possible so this painfully swelling enema deep in my little tummy could 
end!

"That's a good little girl! Suck it hard like that you sweet little 
slut!" Mistress Carmen praised, and as I continued to nurse madly on 
her huge love knob and thick shaft. She released her dick and took my 
other pigtail in her right hand, jerking my head up and down on her hot 
pulsing rod, moaning and groaning with pleasure as I eagerly serviced 
her.

"Yessssssssss, that's it baby! MMMMMMMM! OOOOOOOOO yeeeaaahhh!" she 
cried, fucking my mouth faster as I watched her hairless ball sac 
tighten and lift. I prepared myself for the oncoming onslaught, but 
hadn't dreamed just how prepared I should have been! She yanked my 
pigtails once more, pushing her tool as far into my mouth as she could, 
stiffened and exploded into my mouth, bursting thick rivers of hot 
salty boygoo down my gulping throat! She jerked spasmodically, 
squealing with delight as she watched her helpless little slaveslut 
gulp fiercely, desperately trying to swallow her mistress' cum.

Alas my throat became too full and so did my mouth, and I shed a tear 
as I realized I'd failed to accomplish swallowing it all. A 
considerable amount of goo flowed out from around her twitching love 
club, escaping my lips to soak my chin and ooze onto the floor inches 
below it. She yanked my head off of her softening boyclit, shifting my 
pigtails to her left hand and swiping up the goo from my chin, she 
bellowed, "You naughty little bitch! I thought you'd been trained! How 
dare you waist my cum like this, you impudent slut? Lick this up, NOW!"

I lapped up the cum like a sweet little kitty at her saucer of milk, 
sobbing now as the enema bottle finally emptied it's hot sudsy contents 
into me. When I'd finished she pointed at the puddle of sticky semen 
that pooled on the tile under my chin and screeched, "Lick this up too, 
you disobedient little whore!"

She pulled my face down into the puddle of her cum, and rubbed my mouth
around in it as I desperately tried to suck and lick it up. Afterwards 
she dropped my pigtails letting my chin strike the floor with a painful 
bang, and grabbed a paddle just like Mrs. Dean had threatened me with 
if I hadn't behaved. "Listen up Sissy Priscilla! You'd better not spill 
that enema while I spank your naughty ass, and I want you to say 'Thank 
you, Mistress!' after every swat, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mistress Carmen!"

She raised the paddle high and swung it hard, delivering a burning swat 
to my upraised cheeks. I screamed in pain, and sobbed, "Thank you, 
Mistress!" She continued with another 8 swats, and I bawled like a baby 
with the pain, amazed at my control of my enema filled bowels, but I 
made sure I thanked her for each one!

When she finished she slipped a hollow 10" penis extender over her now
flaccid member and strapped the harness around her. She ripped the duct 
tape off my stinging ass, jerked out the phallic nozzle and replaced it 
with the lubed phony dick. She jerked me back on it, ramming it all the 
way into it. She fucked me senseless, driving the hot enema even deeper 
into me until finally I came.

She released my wrists and allowed me to purge into the drain beneath 
me, then followed with a couple of perfumed douches to make sure I was 
clean. She accessed and replaced my catheter, inverting the cum-filled 
one over my penis gag as Mommy always did, and gagged me with it. As I 
sucked on my cum soaked bag she made me clean the secret anteroom and 
don my ruffled pink rumba panties, ballet tights, leotard, fluffy pink 
tutu, and ballet slippers, crisscrossing the attached satin ribbons 
around my calves and tying them into a cute bow on each leg. I was glad 
I wore the tutu, concealing the visible lines of my childishly ruffled 
pretty panties. She removed my gag and allowed me to put it back in my 
gym bag before I touched my makeup up, and brushed out my pretty 
pigtails, fussing with my bangs and kiss curls.

"Now Sissy, you make sure you get your cute little ass back here after
ballet and aerobics class so I can put your pussy spreader back in that 
hot little cunt of yours, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress Carmen! I promise!" I made one last inspection in the 
mirror of the not-so-innocent little pigtailed pixie reflected back 
from it, sporting the same Cheshire cat grin Mommy always has after 
being served by one of her slaves, scooped up my satchel and gym bag 
and departed for my next class just before the 4th period dismissal 
bell rang.

Several girls, dressed identically to me, filled the class when I 
arrived. Some were warming up, stretching on the leg bar that ran the 
length of the mirrored wall, doing the splits, or twirling in 
pirouettes. I made my way to one of the open spots on the leg bar, and 
mimicked my sexy classmates' stretching exercises while I waited for 
class to start.

I managed to make it through the period and did pretty well for a 
beginner. I removed my tutu in the little girls' room, and pulled on a 
short wrap around pink satin skirt from my gym bag for aerobics class. 
I slid into my sixth period class wearing my hi-top LA Gear pink 
running shoes with the wide pink lace laces just before the tardy bell 
rang, panting!

After being introduced to the other girls I joined their ranks for a 
good 30-minute workout. I was fascinated with how their boobies bounced 
and jiggled as they hopped about with me, then noticed with glee that 
mine did the same thing! I watched myself in the mirror as I pranced 
about gaily in unison with the other junior high school girls, thrilled 
with just how pretty I had become!

After the workout we were sent to the showers. It was the first time I 
had to be completely naked in front of girls outside of my family! The 
hot water splashed on the prosthetic skin of my suit, and I silently 
thanked Mommy that she made sure the makeup, which made it look like my 
real body was waterproof. I soaped up my pert little boobs, tummy, 
prosthetic pussy and firm little buns, glancing in the mirror to make