This is a story about me and my dream of finding a daddy
who I can love and who will love me for who I am. This is
my first ever story. It starts out with our email
correspondence and then covers the beginning of our
wonderful daddy/daughter relationship. I hope you like it.
Part 1 - Correspondence
Little Girl Lost Seeks Daddy
Hi, my name is Melissa. I am 5'6"and 135 lbs., with blue
eyes and brown hair and I am 18 years old. I am very cute
and submissive and I am looking to meet an older attractive
man between the ages of 40 to 55. I would like to meet
someone who would like to be dominant in a relationship in
a caring, loving way. I, in turn, will be your submissive
lover. I would like to be trained and disciplined when
needed, and I will be the girl you want me to be. I am
looking for a long-term relationship. I should state that
I like wearing teen and preteen clothing and would like to
be the child in this relationship. I look forward to
hearing from you.
Melissa
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Hello Melissa. My name is Norm and I live in Seattle and
would like to meet you. Can you come to Seattle? I have
been looking to meet someone like you for a long time. Can
you send me a picture?
Love Norm.
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Hi, Norm. Thank you for writing me. Yes, you can find a
picture of me at Pretty Teen Center. I am in picture 127
(by the way, I think this site is now down). Can you also
send me a picture of you and tell me a little about
yourself and what you do? By this, I mean what you like,
your height, and what you do for a living, etc.
Love Melissa.
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Hello Melissa. I really liked your picture. I am already
attracted to you. I especially enjoyed the pink top and
green skirt. Is that your real hair? I will send you a
picture as soon as I get one taken and figure out how to
send it to you. By the way, why don't you start calling me
Daddy from now on, I think it's time for that. Have you
been with other men? Tell me a little about yourself. I
work for the federal government and have my own home. I
like to collect sports memorabilia. I am 52 years old and
6'2" and 230 lbs.
Love Norm.
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Hi Daddy. Did you really like my picture? I look forward
to seeing you soon. About myself, I work in a restaurant
which I don't like, but I dream of going to school to be a
paralegal. I have never been with another man except that
I have kissed men a couple of times. I like to ski and eat
out and watch movies. I have always wanted to meet a man
who would treat me as if I was a child of ten or so.
No, it's not my real hair, I wish it was. I like to wear
girl's clothing and I wear a girl's size 14 and a teen size
7. I don’t like sissy clothes, but I do like to wear
normal clothes that are attractive and cute for a girl my
age. I am submissive and shy and would like to be diapered
or disciplined lightly when needed. I would like to be
totally your child and do everything a child would do
including chores and helping you around your house. And,
of course loving you.
Love Melissa.
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Hi Pumpkin. You sound like the girl I am looking for. I
hope that you don't need to be spanked and I don't think
that you will as you seem like a very good girl. I almost
bought you some my little pony panties the other day but
they were too small for you. I can't wait to see you. You
will totally be my baby girl and I will take care of you.
I will bathe you and powder you and when you are ready, I
will deflower you. I hope that we can meet soon. And when
we do, pumpkin, I want you to be smooth shaven all over,
Daddy expects that. I hope that someday you can come live
with me. It would so nice to have my little girl come
running to greet me when I come home from work at night.
Love Daddy.
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Hi Daddy, I can't wait to meet you. You sound so nice. I
will be smooth all over. Do you think that I can have a
doll to play with and other child's toys? Will you also
pick me up and hold me like a real little girl?
Love Melissa
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Hi sweetie. Sorry for not getting back to you sooner, but
Daddy has been busy. Yes, I will get you a Barbie doll,
would like that honey? Yes, you are small enough for me to
pick you up and hold you. I also can't wait to see you in
a teen babydoll. Let's think about getting together next
weekend. Please call me at 360-XXX-XXXX so that we can
have a little talk and go over some of the things that I
will expect from you.
Love Daddy.
Part 2 - The Call
"Ring Ring."
"Hello Daddy, this is Melissa."
"Hi pumpkin, it's nice to hear from you. Do you think that
you can come up and see me next weekend?"
"I think so."
"What's wrong?"
"I am just a little nervous and shy; I have never done this
before."
"Don't worry sweetie, I’ll take care of you and we won't do
anything that you don't want to do, okay? And remember to
call me Daddy when you address me."
"Okay Daddy."
"I have neighbors so you need to come dressed as a boy
unless you can wear some grownup girl's clothes."
"Okay Daddy, I will wear some grownup teen clothing like
jeans and stuff."
"All right then. I expect you to behave yourself and to
act like a little girl at all times. And even if we go out
in public and you are dressed as a woman, you must remember
that you are my little girl. Are you ready for this?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Okay then, here is my address sweetie. 1324 (directions
omitted). What time can you be here?"
"Around 4:00. Is that OK?"
"Yes sweetie, I look forward to seeing you so much. Bring
some really cute clothes and some big girl's clothes to
wear if we decide to go out, okay honey. Oh and I will
leave the garage door open so that you can drive right in."
"Yes Daddy, I can't wait to see you."
"Bye bye pumpkin."
Part 3 - My First Weekend With Daddy.
Today is the big day. I get to finally meet my Daddy and I
could not wait to get there to see him in person. I
decided to get a motel room near his house so that I could
change into my teen girl's clothes. At the motel, I
changed into some really cute lacy panties. I also put on
a little white 36A cup bra with no padding since little
girls like me have only small breasts. I decided to wear
my white Mudd flare jeans with a wide black belt and a
simple blue T-shirt to the initial meeting as Daddy wanted
me to dress in a somewhat grownup manner. For shoes, I
choose my double buckle, black, clunky, Doc Marten
maryjanes.
I put on my wig, which is a really cute shoulder length
piece that allowed me to have a number of different
hairstyles. For today though, I just put my hair into a
simple ponytail and combed out my bangs. I finished my
makeup and made sure that my pink lipstick matched my pink
nails. This is it, I thought, it's time to start my new
life. I put on my blue denim jacket, grabbed my bag of
clothes and my purse, and headed out to my car and was on
my way to Daddy's in minutes. As I was driving there, I
could not believe how scared and nervous I was at the
prospect of my first meeting with Daddy. I was also so
excited and exhilarated at the same time. This was my
dream day and it was going to come true. I just knew it
would. I would finally get to be someone's little girl.
It took about five minutes to drive to Daddy’s and, as I
was driving down his street, I could see that he was
affluent; all the homes were large and that it was an upper
class neighborhood. I had never been in a home like the
ones I saw now. Not that they were mansions or anything,
just big and nice, and classy looking. Then I saw his
house. It was a white two-story home, with a great big
grassy yard out front with some trees and shrubs on the
border of the lot. I stopped for a second, and then pulled
into his garage.
Daddy must have heard my car as he opened the door as I was
getting out of my car. He said "Hi, Melissa, I am so glad
to see you."
"Hi Daddy," I said. I kind of just stood there and looked
at him. He was so big, handsome, and strong, much more so
than his picture had suggested.
Daddy walked over to me and gave me a little hug and said,
"Lets not just stand around pumpkin, let me get your bags
and let's get you inside."
I followed him into his house, and as we entered the house
he hit a button and closed the garage door.
His house was very big and I could tell that he was classy
as we walked through the kitchen and into the living area.
All of the furniture and decorations were so masculine. He
said, "pumpkin, I am so glad that you are finally here and
you look so pretty today. How about we get you unpacked
and then I can show you around the house?"
“Okay Daddy." With that, he took my hand and led me
upstairs to his bedroom.
As we entered his bedroom, which was huge and had a large
bathroom off to the right, he turned to me and said, "lets
put your bags on the bed and I will show you where to put
your things."
I was so shy and in awe of him and his home all I could
say, "Yes Daddy." It was if I had forgotten how to talk.
After he set my bags on the bed, he took my hand in his and
told me how special I was, and that I should relax and that
we would have a great time together. He then asked me for
my purse and took out my wallet and car keys.
"Little girls have no need for such things,” he said, and
that I would get them back at the appropriate time. He
opened up a couple of drawers in his dresser and told me
they were mine and that there were some spare hangers in
the closet if I needed them. Daddy asked me if I needed
help unpacking and I said, "No Daddy."
"Okay pumpkin, why don't you unpack and change if you want
to and then come and meet me downstairs in the living
room."
"Okay Daddy." As he left the room, I almost fainted, I
felt so weak in his presence. I couldn't believe it. I
was feeling just like a little girl. I began to unpack my
things and to think about what I should wear for Daddy. I
could not decide whether to wear a playsuit, a dress, or
just to wear what I was wearing. I decided that I had
better change and that daddy can tell me what he would like
me to wear in the future. When I was done unpacking, I
slipped out of my jeans, T-shirt, and shoes and put them
away. I decided to wear a floral skirt from "My Michelle"
that was about mid-thigh and a purple camisole top that had
cute shoulder straps and had a small white bow at the
neckline. For shoes, I choose my black patent "Mootsies
Tootsies" maryjane flats that had a cute little strap that
accentuated the childish look that I desired. I went into
the bathroom to freshen my makeup and redo my hair. I
redid my lipstick, and put my hair into pigtails and put
two little pink barrettes in my hair to hold back my bangs
from over my eyes. Finally, I put on my little girl's pink
bracelet and I was ready to go downstairs.
As I descended the stairs, I was so nervous that I actually
slipped on one of the carpeted steps and landed on my
bottom. Daddy must have heard this and Daddy rose from the
couch and turned to me as I got up and descend the rest of
the way to the bottom of the stairs. At the bottom of the
stairs, I stopped and he walked over to me and told me that
everything was going to be okay, and that I was now his
daughter and that he would protect me. He also told how
beautiful I was and he bent down and gave me a peck on my
lips. It was then that I knew I wanted more. I felt like
I was in heaven. He once again took my hand and asked me
if I would like to see his house.
"Yes Daddy." I said. As he led me through his home, I was
thinking about how special it would be to live here. The
kitchen was wonderful and so was the rest of the house. As
we walked by his office we stopped and he told me that this
area was off limits to me and that I should not be in his
office without his permission.
"Do you understand," he asked?
"Yes Daddy."
He then took me to the backyard, which was lovely, and it
even had a little playhouse that Daddy said was mine. It
was so cute. It was yellow with white trim, everything a
little girl could want. Daddy said, "let's go back inside
so that I can explain some of the rules that you are going
to follow while you are living here." I had no reply to
that, so he led me back into the living room.
Daddy asked me to sit on the couch, which I did. I had to
sit straight up with my legs together since the couch was
too large for to sit with my back against the cushions,
which made me feel even more like a little girl. Since I
was looking down, Daddy told me to look up at him as he
stood over me and said, "We need to go over some of the
rules that will make our time together more fulfilling.
These rules will help you to be the little girl that you
want to be."
"First of all, the main rule is that you must obey me and
do whatever I say promptly and without question, do you
understand Melissa."
"Yes Daddy."
Daddy told me to listen to the rest of the rules. "While
you are here if you disobey me you may be spanked, put in
the corner, diapered or all of it at once, so listen
carefully. You are to watch only children's shows that are
appropriate for a ten-year-old girl unless Daddy is with
you. You are to go to bed at 8:30 every night, although
you may read age-appropriate books in bed until 10:00
unless Daddy allows you to stay up later, otherwise it's
lights out at 10:00. Daddy also expects you to act, think,
and talk like a little girl at all times. To that end, you
will spend a significant time playing with dolls and
drawing in your coloring book and things like that. In
turn, Daddy will take care of you and love and protect you
with all his heart. Does that sound fair sweetie?"
"Yes Daddy," I said.
Daddy said, "Melissa, over on the corner table is a present
for you, why don't you go over and get it and bring it back
and sit down."
As I did what he said I could not help feeling so
submissive and happy at the prospect of being his real
little girl. As I sat down, he sat beside me and told me
to open the box. As I opened it, I realized that he had
just given me my first real Barbie doll. He asked me if I
liked it and I said, "Yes Daddy, she is so pretty and I
know that I will have so much fun playing with my Barbie."
Daddy smiled and gave me another little kiss. He then told
me that I should put my Barbie doll down for the time being
and to go upstairs and take off my skirt and top and to
come back dressed in one of my little girl's vests and
panties. When I came downstairs, he told me to bring him a
glass of wine as well as one for myself only mine, he said,
had to be in a plastic cup. I did what I was told and
returned to him. He said that being partially naked in
front of him was going to help me become more submissive
and with that he took his glass, and set it down, and
pulled me onto his lap. Then with one of his hands
caressing my thigh and his other on my back, Daddy pulled
me close to him and gave me my first real kiss. I kissed
him back and I never felt more happy or loved. After a few
minutes of kissing he stopped and told me how good I felt
and how lovely I was but that he wanted me to do something
for him. He told me to go to the bathroom and get some
Kleenex and to hurry back.
When I returned, he told me to kneel next to him on the
couch and he began kissing me again. I also heard him
unzip his pants and then he took my hand and put it on his
penis and he told me to stroke him. As we were kissing, I
felt his penis throb and in a few minutes, he told me that
he was going to cum and to grab the Kleenex and to hold it
over the tip of his penis to catch his love juice. In
seconds, he came and I felt his warm juice though the
Kleenex and couldn't help thinking that someday I would be
taking his love inside of me.
After he was done, we both stood up and he kissed me again
and patted me on my little bottom and told me to go
upstairs to get ready for a bath and after that we would
get ready for dinner. I was still holding the warm kleenex
in my hand as I went upstairs and I did not want that
warmth to ever fade.
I was sitting on the bed when Daddy came in and said, "are
you ready for your bath sweetie?"
"Yes Daddy."
"I’ll be back in a minute." The next sound I heard was bath
water running. After about five minutes, Daddy came back
into the bedroom and asked me to stand up. As I stood
there, Daddy took off my vest and helped me step out of my
panties. He led me to the closet and instructed me to put
my undergarments in the hamper. After I had put my clothes
in the hamper, he picked me up like a little child and held
me with one hand under my bottom and the other at my back.
He patted my bottom and told me that I was his little
precious cutie and gave me a little kiss and told me it was
time for my bath.
Once in the bathroom, he put me down and helped me into the
tub, which was full of bubbles. Then Daddy began to wash
me. First he washed my hair and then my arms, legs, and my
private area. Daddy told me I was so small down there it's
no wonder I was such a little girl. Daddy then asked me to
get on my knees.
Daddy told me that he needed to clean me inside and out.
The next thing I felt was his finger moving inside of me,
and then a cold tube being inserted into my bottom. Daddy
explained that I was going to feel some pressure but that
this would help me to stay clean. I soon felt some sort of
pressure inside of me and after a few minutes, Daddy told
me that I could get up. He proceeded to rinse me off and
gently toweled me dry and helped steer me towards the
potty. Once I was over the potty, he removed the tube and
told me to make poo poo which I did almost immediately.
"Good girl Melissa, you are a good little girl and I love
you." Daddy wiped my bottom clean and had me stand up and
then he put baby powder over my private areas. After he
had powdered me and wrapped me up in a big fluffy pink
towel, he picked me up, and carried me to the bedroom and
sat me on the bed. Daddy instructed me to lay face down on
the bed so that he could put a trainer inside of me. I had
no idea what he was talking about but once again his finger
went into my bottom and then I felt something being pushed
into my bottom. I asked Daddy what was going on and Daddy
said, "don't worry sweetie, this will help you to walk and
think more like a little girl. That's what you want, right
pumpkin?"
I said, "Yes Daddy." I didn't know back then that what he
had put inside of me was called a butt plug. Once that was
done, he told me to sit up and that it was time to get
dressed for dinner and that I would have to wear big girl's
clothes for our big night out.
Daddy went to my drawer and pulled out a pink little bra,
pink panties and my blue denim skirt and set these on the
bed. He went to the closet and picked out a white blouse
and one pair of high heeled maryjanes, and brought them
over to me, then told me to stand up. Once I was standing,
I could feel the trainer inside of me. Daddy helped me put
on my panties and bra and patted my bottom and told me to
put on the rest of my clothes like a big girl. Once I was
dressed, he told me to go to the downstairs bathroom and
freshen my makeup. When I was done getting dressed I could
start coloring in the unicorn coloring book that was
waiting for me on the kitchen table. He told me that he
would be downstairs shortly. I went downstairs and picked
out a page and began coloring. I was halfway done when
Daddy came downstairs.
He looked very handsome and I told him so. I showed him
what I had done in the coloring book and Daddy said,
"That's very pretty pumpkin but it's time to go to dinner."
Daddy took my hand and led me to the car and buckled me in
and announced that we were going to the "Outback
Steakhouse" for dinner. I told Daddy that I had never been
to such a fancy place but he patted my thigh and said,
"don't worry pumpkin, you will be the most beautiful little
angel there."
In the parking lot, Daddy unbuckled me and gave me a kiss
as he led me inside the restaurant. The owner must have
been there because he said, "Good to see you again mister
Stanton. Is this your daughter?"
I just stood there looking shyly at my feet. Daddy said,
"Yes, she came to visit me for the weekend."
The host then led us to a table next to a window where I
could see all the pretty boats on the water. When the
waitress came, Daddy ordered me a glass of milk, a small
salad, and a teriyaki chicken breast for my dinner. I felt
so small and girlish having Daddy order for me, but it also
made me feel good. Daddy asked me how I was doing and if I
was enjoying myself and I said, "Yes Daddy, so far this has
been the best day of my life."
He told me that once I got the mindset of a little girl,
things would get much better and that I would come to enjoy
my new life and that I was coming along nicely. I was
going to ask him what he meant by that, but our food came
and Daddy told me to eat my dinner and drink my milk. I
guess I was eating wrong or something because Daddy said,
"Pumpkin, little girls take small bites and chew their food
slowly."
"Yes Daddy." I obeyed him and we ate the rest of our dinner
in peace. After dinner, Daddy paid the bill and we made
our way home. Once inside, Daddy picked me up and carried
me to the bedroom. Daddy told me that since it was 8:30
and that it was getting close to my bedtime that I should
get ready for bed. He also said that since it was my fist
day that I could stay up a little later. I thanked Daddy
for dinner and gave him a little kiss. Daddy then helped
me take off my clothes leaving me in just my panties and
bra and instructed me to put my clothes away. I watched as
Daddy pulled out the most beautiful babydoll I have ever
seen. He then told me to take my babydoll and to go into
the bathroom and put it on and that he would see me
downstairs. I did as he instructed and as I walked
downstairs, I felt like the most beautiful little girl in
the world. I walked over to Daddy and he pulled me close
to him, and gave me a kiss and said, "Melissa, you are the
most beautiful daughter any Daddy could ever want."
I put my arms around his neck and said, "Daddy, you know
what?"
"What pumpkin?"
"You are the best Daddy a girl could ever have."
Daddy told me that since I was behaving and acting like a
big girl that I could have some wine with him. He poured
himself and me a glass and then he pulled me onto his lap.
We cuddled and kissed for a while, and while we were
snuggling, I could feel Daddy's manhood under my panties.
It felt so good to be sitting in Daddy's lap. Suddenly
Daddy moved his hand from my thigh and he began rubbing my
little pee pee through my panties.
"Melissa, does this feel good?"
"Yes Daddy, I like it when you touch me."
“You certainly are more like a girl down there than a boy,
and I mean that as a compliment."
"Thank you Daddy."
We carried on for a while and finished the bottle of wine.
I was pretty dizzy because I never drink much as a rule but
this was a special occasion so it was okay.
Daddy announced that it was time for me to go to bed. As
we stood up, he gave me a light swat on my bottom and told
me to go upstairs and wait for him. I was practically
dancing as I flew up the stairs. When Daddy entered the
room he took me to the bathroom, pulled down my panties,
and took out my trainer. Daddy then guided me back to the
bedroom where he grabbed a tube of some sort of gel and
asked me to turn around and spread my legs like a good
girl. He put one of his hands on my shoulder and then I
felt his finger in my bottom.
“Don't worry pumpkin, this will help you feel like a real
little girl." I could not think of anything to say;
everything was moving so fast. I knew what was coming and
I wasn't sure if I wanted to go this far, but I knew I had
to obey Daddy's orders. Daddy turned me around, guided me
to the bed, and had me lay down on my back. Daddy gave me
a kiss and began playing with my pee pee with one hand and
my little titties with the other, and in less than a
minute, I was ready to eject my little girl juice. As I
came, Daddy kissed me and told me that I was being a good
girl and he scooped up some of my little girl juice from my
tummy with his finger and told me to open my mouth. I
guess I was a little slow because he gave me a little swat
to my thigh. I was scared, but I opened my mouth like
Daddy told me to do. Daddy told me to suck on his finger
and after a few minutes, I had sucked the last of my little
girl juice from his finger.
Daddy told me to get used to this as I would be expected to
enjoy this on a regular basis from now on. Daddy then
kissed me again and asked me to roll over, which I did.
Daddy began caressing my thighs and kissing my neck. The
next thing I felt were Daddy's hands spreading my legs and
then I felt his manhood against my bottom.
“Don't worry. pumpkin, Daddy will take it slow and this is
what you want, right honey?"
"Yes Daddy." I felt him enter me and it was like a warm
glow had surrounded me as I felt him push up and down
inside of me. I knew then that I loved him for being such
gentle and thoughtful Daddy. Soon I heard Daddy moan and
knew that he was about to fill me with his manhood and when
he came, I could feel his love inside of me. Daddy kissed
my neck again and told me that he loved his little
daughter. He then pulled his manhood out of me and told me
to get a washcloth from the bathroom and to come back and
clean him off.
Daddy told me to clean his penis, which I did, and when
he was done he patted my bottom and told me to clean myself
up and to return to the bedroom promptly. As I was
cleaning myself, I thought to myself that I must be the
luckiest little girl in the world. When I returned, Daddy
helped into my panties and then tucked me into bed. He
also brought me a unicorn doll to sleep with. Daddy kissed
me goodnight and said that he would come to bed later as he
had some things to take care of. I drifted off to sleep
dreaming of Daddy and the things that we would do.
Sometime later, I felt Daddy next to me and he kissed my
neck and told me that I had to go to sleep as we had a big
day tomorrow. I felt so safe with him that I went back to
sleep within minutes.
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When I awoke, Daddy was already up. I didn't know what to
do and I was a little nervous about what had happened last
night and was thinking that I had better go home. Of
course I couldn't because Daddy had my keys and my wallet.
I went to the bathroom and saw that Daddy had left me a
note instructing me what to wear and that I should not
worry because Daddy would be back soon. The note also said
for me to grab a bowl of cereal and to watch Sesame Street
until he got back. I brushed my teeth and did my potty,
put on my makeup, put my hair into a ponytail and went to
put on my clothes. Per Daddy's note, I grabbed my pink
panties and preteen bra, my little girl's peasant blouse,
my playsuit, and my red saltwater sandals and got dressed.
I went downstairs feeling very childish and the thought
that I should leave was nagging at me as I made my way to
the kitchen.
I wasn't very hungry, but I did not want to disobey Daddy
so I got a bowl of cereal and turned on the TV and began
watching the Lizzie McGuire show. A few minutes later, I
heard the car pull into the garage and Daddy came inside
carrying some bags which he put on the kitchen table.
Daddy then looked at the TV and then at me and said,
"didn't I tell you to watch Sesame Street?"
I was getting scared and said, "Yes Daddy, but it wasn't
on, so I watched this show."
"Melissa, go to the living room and take off your playsuit
and wait for me there,"
I was really getting nervous but I took off my playsuit and
waited for Daddy. When Daddy came into the room, he stood
before me and said, "Didn't I tell you to obey me?"
"Yes Daddy, but I thought that it would be okay if watched
another children's show."
Daddy said, "From now on you will do as I say and not as
you want. When I tell you to watch a show, you will watch
it and if it's not on, you will do something else, like
play with your dolls. Do you understand?"
"Yes Daddy."
Daddy grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the couch and
told me to get over his knees. Daddy pulled my panties
down and gave 10 swift swats to my bottom. When he was
done correcting me, I was actually crying and begging him
to stop. He asked me if I was ready to be a good little
girl and I said, "Yes Daddy, I will be your good little
girl." He told me to pull my panties back up and to go
stand in the corner so that I could think about my bad
behavior. As I walked to the corner, I could feel the air
on my bare little legs and wondered how a 18-year-old man
could be reduced to such a little girl in less than a day.
While facing the corner, I cried a bit, but mostly I
thought about what was going to happen next and if I should
try to get out of this situation.
After a while, Daddy came back into the room and told me to
pick up playsuit and to follow him upstairs. Once we were
in the bedroom he told me to take off all of my clothes.
Daddy sat on the bed while I undressed in front of him. He
then told me stand before him and he put his arms around
me, gave me a kiss and told me that he loved me and that he
was sorry but that sometimes children must be punished. He
asked me if I understood that.
I said, "Yes Daddy." And he told me to get on my knees and
to close my eyes. I heard him unzip his pants and the next
thing I felt were his hands guiding my head toward his
manhood. Daddy then told me to kiss his penis and to take
it into my mouth. I obeyed as I did not want another
spanking. It felt weird but I knew that it was important
to please Daddy so I continued to suck up and down on his
manhood. Daddy began saying "Good girl" over and over and
I knew he was ready to come but I wasn't prepared for the
amount of his man juice. When he came, I choked a little
and some spurted outside my mouth. Daddy told me it was
okay but that I should keep sucking and to lick up every
drop which I did.
It tasted okay, I guess. It was kind of a neutral, salty
taste and not unpleasant, which was good since Daddy told
me that I would need to do this for him on a daily basis.
Once I was done, Daddy picked me up and took me into the
bathroom where he allowed me to shower with him which was
very sensua. I felt so special as Daddy washed my little
body with his strong hands. When we were done, Daddy
grabbed a towel and dried me off. Then, like last night,
he powered my private areas and told me to spread my legs
while he inserted my trainer. After that, Daddy guided me
back into the bedroom where he told me that he needed to
pick out some new clothes for the day as there had been a
change in plans. I watched Daddy get dressed and then he
opened my drawer and pulled out my panties and bra and
helped me get dressed. He also told me that I needed to be
a big girl for a few hours.
Daddy picked out a red plaid miniskirt and told me to put
it on, which I did. It was very short and barely covered
my panties. Daddy also handed me a black T-shirt to put on
which was very tight and I asked Daddy if it wasn't too
small and he said, "No pumpkin, it's perfect." He then
helped me put on a pair of black boots. After I was
dressed, Daddy instructed me to go to the bathroom and to
do my makeup and my hair. He told me to put my hair into
pigtails, and to wear some pretty red lipstick and to meet
him downstairs when I was done.
When I came downstairs, Daddy gave me a hug and kiss and
led me by the hand to his car where he buckled me in and we
drove off towards the city. Daddy pulled over near a gas
station and unbuckled me and helped me to get out of the
car. He held my hand as we walked down the street and then
he stopped at a tattoo parlor and told me to go in. I
said, "Daddy, please lets go back home." But Daddy said,
"No sweetie, we are going in and since you are now my
daughter, you must obey me and that I was going inside
spanking or not."
I pulled away and he gave me a quick swat to my already
sore bottom. I decided that I did not want any more
corrections that day so I meekly opened the door and Daddy
followed me in. Daddy obviously knew the man at the
counter because the man asked, "Is this the young lady you
were telling me about?"
Daddy said yes and that I was ready to do some of the
things that Daddy had picked out for me earlier that
morning.
"Well, let's get started.” The man said and told us to come
into the back room. I was getting very scared and nervous
and would have run if the man hadn't locked the door behind
me. Daddy told me to strip down to my panties and bra and
to take off my boots. The man gave me a little pill to
swallow and said that it would help to reduce my pain.
After I swallowed the pill, the man told me to get up on
the table. I soon began to feel very drowsy and in the
back of my mind I heard a buzzing sound as I drifted off to
sleep
The next thing I knew I was naked in Daddy's bed. I was
disoriented, but I realized that I had to go potty so I got
up to go to the bathroom and as I did, I realized that
Daddy had that man do some awful things to me. The first
thing I noticed was that I had two little bars inserted
into my nipples and that a little chain ran between them.
I also noticed that there was a clip or something on my pee
pee that pulled my pee pee back so I was forced to sit down
to go potty. After I made my potty, I looked in the mirror
and began to cry.
Daddy had the man pierce my ears and there were three gold
loops in one ear and five in the other. There was also a
small diamond in my left ear. I opened my mouth to brush
my teeth and saw that the man had also put a stud in my
mouth. I began sobbing again. I also saw that the man had
also put a tatoo on my ankle that looked like a circle of
little pink flowers. I turned my body around and noticed a
pink butterfly on my shoulder and that on my little bottom
was a red tattoo that said "Daddy's Little Angel."
I thought to myself, "Oh god, I have to get out of here."
I saw that Daddy had left me a note telling what to wear,
and to put on my makeup and to come downstairs when I was
ready. I decided to tell him I was leaving so I tried to
wipe off the makeup and lipstick off my face when I
realized that my lipstick wouldn't come off. Instead of
the red lipstick that I was wearing earlier in the day, my
lips were now a bright pink, and I realized that Daddy had
the man make my lips permanently pink. Daddy must have
been getting impatient because I heard him yell, "Melissa,
I know you are up so hurry up and get dressed and come
downstairs."
I did not reply, which turned out to be a big mistake
because after a minute or so, I heard Daddy coming up the
stairs. When he entered the room, he saw me in the
bathroom crying and he came in and told me that it was okay
to disobey him this one time because he understood that I
was frightened. He then picked me up and held me with one
of his hands on my bottom and the other on my back. I
cried on his shoulder as he walked me around the room
telling me that it was going to be okay. He kept patting
my back, and soon I had stopped crying and he asked me if I
was okay.
I said, "Yes, but why did you do this to me?" Daddy put me
down in front of him and pulled my chin up so that I was
looking into his eyes and Daddy said, "Pumpkin, I did this
for your own good. You are my daughter now and I think you
look very pretty. Don't you want to be pretty for Daddy?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Okay then, let's get you dressed and then you can come
downstairs and play with your Barbie doll for a while."
I don’t know why I kept obeying Daddy, I guess maybe I was
really becoming his child. Daddy helped me back into my
panties and bra and as he patted my bottom, he told me that
I was going to be a little girl for the rest of the morning
and then went to the closet and brought back the most
beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was definitely girly.
Daddy walked over to me and told me to hold my arms over my
head so Daddy could put me in the dress. Daddy then told
me to turn around as he needed to button up the back of the
dress. Once he was done, he handed me two pink ribbons and
told me to put the ribbons in my hair, to fix my makeup,
and to grab my "Mootsies Tootsies" maryjanes and put them
on and to meet him downstairs. I went to the bathroom and
did as he said and put one of the ribbons on each of my
pigtails. I fixed my makeup and put on my little girl
maryjanes and headed downstairs.
As I walked downstairs, I couldn't help but feeling like
the prettiest little girl in the world. Daddy got up from
the couch and gave me a little kiss and told me that I
should play with my Barbie doll for a while as he had
things to take care in his office. I grabbed my Barbie
from the table and as I began to dress her, I also began to
wonder what Daddy had in store for me next.
When it was lunchtime, Daddy came into the room and
announced that we should have a picnic in the backyard. He
told me to change into my playsuit and that he would fix us
something to eat. Daddy then unbuttoned the back of my
dress and with a small swat to my bottom he told me to go
upstairs. I was happy to do something else because I was
getting tired of playing with my Barbie because I only had
a few outfits to dress her in. I was also wondering if he
was going to let me go home tomorrow. I couldn't go back
to work with my lips all pink so I didn't know what to do
and I was afraid of what Daddy might do if I tried to go
home.
When I went upstairs to change, I decided to ask Daddy
during lunch what I was supposed to do about going home. I
took off my pretty dress and put it on a hanger in the
closet. I also took off my maryjanes, and grabbed my
peasant top and playsuit and put them on. I also put on my
red saltwater sandals. While I was dressing, Daddy yelled
up to me that he wanted me to bring my unicorn doll with me
when I came downstairs. I did what he told me to do, and
walked into the kitchen and asked him if I could help him
make lunch.
"No honey, it's all taken care of. Pumpkin, I think that
from now on you should carry one of your dolls with you at
all times. It will help you to feel more childish, okay?"
"Okay Daddy." He took our food outside and told me that he
would be back for me in a moment. When he came back, he
picked me up and carried me outside and set me down on the
blanket that he had put on the lawn. He handed me my
lunch, which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a
box of apple juice to drink. Daddy, being a grownup, had a
ham sandwich and a glass of wine. Daddy told me that I
should think about how I wanted to decorate my playhouse
and that if I wanted to we could go to the store this week
and he would help me pick out some things for my house.
"Would you like that pumpkin?"
"Yes Daddy, but can I ask you a few questions?"
"Of course sweetheart."
"Daddy why did you put a chain on my pee pee?"
"Because number one, I want you to act like a little girl,
and this forces you to sit down and pee like a little girl
and number two, I don’t want you playing with yourself when
I am not watching. Children shouldn't do that. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Was there something else?"
I don’t why I said no, but I said, "No Daddy."
---
After lunch, Daddy gave me two small pills and told me that
it would help me nap. I wasn't really very tired but I
took the pills because I did not want another spanking. In
the bedroom, Daddy undressed and told me to put my clothes
away while he got my nightgown ready for me. By this time,
I was getting quite used to being naked in Daddy's
presence, much like a young child feels around their own
parents I guess. Daddy told me to close my eyes, which I
did. He then told me to put my arms up so he could put the
nightgown over me. He then told me to open my eyes. Daddy
had bought me my own pretty nightgown. It was very cute
and silky. Daddy gave me a little hug and kiss, and told
me I was the sweetest daughter in the world. I smiled
drowsily at him and then he picked me up and carried me to
the bed and tucked me in. He gave me another little kiss
and said, "Don't worry pumpkin, everything will be so
different when you wake up."
What did that mean, I thought to myself? The last thing I
remember as I held my unicorn dolly, was voices coming from
downstairs as I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how
long I slept, but it was light out and I could see the
sunshine through the pretty curtains when I woke up. I
tried to get up, but I felt so weak. I wondered what Daddy
had given me that made me sleep for so long. Daddy must
have had a parent's special instinct because within minutes
he was in the bedroom walking towards me. Daddy said, "How
is my little angel this morning?"
"I am very tired for some reason Daddy." Only it did not
come out like it was my voice; it sounded more like the
voice of a little girl. That's when I noticed that my
throat was sore. I must have caught a cold and it was
affecting my voice, I thought to myself.
"That's okay sweetie, you will have plenty of time to get
your strength back. Let's get you ready for your bath."
Daddy went off to run the bath and I just laid there
waiting for him as I had no strength to get up. I noticed
that I was still wearing my nightie but the other garment
around my waist felt different. Daddy came back into the
room and helped me sit up and then helped me with my
nightie. Daddy explained that I got really sick and that
he had to call a doctor to see me. The doctor suggested
that I wear a diaper while I was sick because I could not
make it to the bathroom to pee pee.
Daddy then picked me up and took me to the bathroom and
pulled down my diaper. Daddy told me to get into the tub.
As Daddy washed me, I noticed that he was staring at my
breasts and that's when I noticed that they seemed a little
bigger. I tried to get up, but Daddy just pushed me back
into the tub and told me to remain quiet. I screamed and
yelled at Daddy. I asked Daddy why did he do these things
to me and Daddy said, "Because I love you sweetie."
I began crying and told Daddy that I was going to leave him
(although at that point, I could not even walk). That's
when Daddy got really mad and pulled me out of the bathtub
and carried me to the bed. Daddy pulled me over his lap
and said, "I am tired of you being ungrateful and giving me
back talk Melissa. I hope, for your sake that this is the
last time I have to punish you."
He then proceeded to swat my bottom with his belt. It felt
like it went on for an hour and by the end I was sobbing so
hard that I could barely breathe. Daddy then pulled me
from his lap and asked me if there was going to be any more
misbehavior.
"No Daddy."
He also asked me if I was going to give him any back talk
or ever again question his judgment.
" No Daddy."
"Good," he said, "because the next time you give me
trouble, it will be ten times as bad as this. Now let's
get you dressed and downstairs. Daddy got a towel and
finished drying me off and like before, he powered me and
put the trainer inside of me. Daddy then brought over what
looked to me like baby training pants. I knew better than
to question Daddy so I let him put the baby pants on me.
Daddy said that I would be back in little girl panties in
no time but that for now, I would wear baby pants until I
proved that I could control my pee pee.
"Do you understand pumpkin?"
"Yes Daddy." He then went to the closet and pulled out a
little floral sundress for me to wear. After he put the
sundress on me, Daddy grabbed some pretty red sandals and
put them on me and carried me downstairs.
As he carried me, I could feel my new boobies rubbing
against his chest. I was still getting used to my new
voice when Daddy said, "Melissa, when you speak from now
on, I want you to use a little girl's lisp, do you
understand?"
"Yeth Daddy, I underthand."
Daddy then turned on the TV so that I could watch a "My
little Mermaid" movie. That's when I noticed that the TV
display said it was Friday and not Sunday, as I had
supposed. I had been out since Saturday afternoon. I knew
better than to say anything, but I started to cry again and
Daddy asked, "What's wrong sweetie."
"I just don't feel tho good."
"It's okay sweetie, you will feel better later." and he
left me to watch TV. As I watched the TV show it occurred
to me that Daddy had truly turned me into a little girl. I
started to get sleepy again and I curled up on the couch
and thought about my predicament and wondered how I could
change back into who I was.
---
When I awoke, Daddy was sitting next to me and he asked me
how I was feeling and if I was dry.
"I feel okay Daddy and no I did not wet mythelf." I was
actually feeling much better now that most of the drugs
that I imagined that he had given me were exiting my
system. Daddy asked me if I could walk. I said, "Yes
Daddy" and Daddy lifted me to my feet and led me to the
kitchen where he told me to sit at the kitchen table and
wait for him. Daddy came back shortly and announced that
we were going to go out for dinner. He then led me to his
car, only this time he led me not to the front seat but to
the back seat. That's when I noticed that he had installed
a child's seat in the rear of the car. He helped me into
the child's seat and said, "Upsy daisy Melissa, let's get
you all buckled in."
Daddy then drove downtown where he stopped at a pizza place
and got out of the car. I was feeling very childish the
way I was dressed and hoped that Daddy would let me stay in
the car. However, I was to be disappointed as Daddy came
around and unbuckled me, and proceeded to lead me into the
restaurant. Daddy held my little hand as he led me to the
counter. The young boy there kind of stared at me, and
when Daddy asked me what kind of pizza I wanted; I was so
flustered that I could not think of anything to say.
Daddy asked me again and this time I knew he meant business
so I said, "Pepperwoni pwease." I knew Daddy was pleased
because he rubbed my back as he finished ordering and paid
for our meal. As we sat down at our table, Daddy told me
that I was being such a good daughter that there would be a
special surprise for me tomorrow and that it would signify
an important change in my life. I asked him what it was
but he said it's a surprise and that I would have to wait
for tomorrow to come.
I was starting to get used to my little girl voice by now
and my new voice certainly fit with the childish image that
I presented. After we finished the pizza, Daddy put me
back in the baby seat and drove me home. Once inside, he
carried me upstairs and took off my baby pants and helped
to the potty. Daddy wiped my pee pee and told me that I
could wear little girl panties to bed. Daddy helped me
undress and once I was naked he pulled me close to him and
he rubbed my bottom and kissed my boobies and told me that
he loved me. After holding me for a while, he unzipped his
pants and told me to kiss his manhood.
This time I knew what to do. As I was kissing his manhood,
it occurred to me that maybe Daddy does know best and that
I have been an ungrateful little girl. So I put my heart
into pleasing him and soon his love juice was in my mouth.
I swallowed it all and licked Daddy clean and stood up and
crawled into his lap. I put my little arms around his
neck, and gave Daddy a peck on his check and told him that
I loved him and that he was the best Daddy ever. I also
told him that even if I didn't understand all of the
reasons for the changes he made to me that I knew Daddy was
doing what was best for me.
"I love you too Melissa, very much so. Tomorrow will be a
new beginning for us, but for now let's get you to bed."
"Okay Daddy." He put me back into my Barbie nightie, gave
me my unicorn dolly and tucked me into bed. I was almost
asleep when Daddy gave me my goodnight kiss.
---
When I awoke that morning, I knew my life had changed
because I now had a real Daddy to love and protect me. I
got out of bed with a girlish excitement and a
determination to do all that I could to please Daddy.
Daddy must have heard me because he yelled upstairs, "Good
morning pumpkin."
I yelled back, "good morning Daddy" and ran downstairs to
give him a hug. As he put his arms around me it felt so
right, I really was his little girl. I told him again that
I loved him and that more than anything that I wanted to be
good for him. He patted my bottom and said, "I love you
too pumpkin and soon you will be my real daughter." I
beamed at Daddy as he told me to go upstairs and bathe
myself, as I was a big girl today, and to call for him when
I was ready to get dressed.
I called for Daddy when I was done and he came up the
stairs and took off my towel and, as usual, he put baby
powder over my special areas. He also told me to spread my
legs so that he could insert my trainer and instead of my
usual groan, out came a little high-pitched squeak as he
pushed the trainer inside of me. Daddy patted my bottom
and rubbed my boobies for a minute and then he went to get
some underwear for me to wear for the day. After helping
me with my underwear and bra, Daddy told me that we were
going to the park after our special occasion and that I
needed to wear something appropriate for the park. He
handed me a very cute childish dress and told me to put it
on. He then handed me a pair of tennis shoes and told me
to put my hair into a ponytail and to put on my makeup. I
did as I was told. I put my hair in a ponytail and while I
was looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but
notice that my little breasts filled out my cute little
dress.
When I got downstairs Daddy said he had a surprise for and
handed me a white bow for my hair, as well as a cute little
red heart bracelet and a "My Little Pony" watch.
I said "Thank you Daddy”, and Daddy said, "You’re welcome
princess."
I asked Daddy if he would help me with my gifts and he put
the bow in my hair told me that I since I was a big girl,
that I could do the rest myself. I gave him a little pout
and he smiled and told me to wait in the living room for
him as we needed to get going soon. As I skipped into the
living room, I wondered what this day would bring for me.
I was playing with my Barbie when Daddy said, "Come on
sweetheart, we have to go now." He took my hand and led me
to the car. Daddy said that because I had grown up some
and was accepting my new role as his daughter that I could
ride up front and so he opened the door and helped me in.
Once inside he buckled me up and then we drove off towards
the city. It was such a pretty day I thought to myself as
we drove downtown.
I was daydreaming when I noticed that Daddy had pulled into
the parking lot next to a big building. Daddy helped me
out and held my hand as we made the way to the front of the
building which I now realized was the courthouse. I
couldn't begin to guess why we were here. Daddy apparently
recognized someone and walked over to him. Daddy said, "Hi
Mr. Heath."
Mr. Heath said, "Hello Mr. Stanton, is this your new
little girl?"
Daddy said, "Yes”, and told me to curtsey and shake his
hand.
"Hi Mr. Heath."
He said to me, "you certainly are a little cutie." Then he
patted me on my head and said, "Everything seems to be in
order. Shall we go in?"
Daddy said, "Yes, lets go." Daddy held my hand as we
followed Mr. Heath into the courthouse. We took the
elevator to the third floor and as we walked towards the
courtroom, I walked very close to Daddy, as I was now very
nervous. I asked Daddy why the courthouse was open on
Saturday, and Daddy said, "They open the courts one weekend
a month for special occasions."
Daddy had me sit close to him on one of the benches while
Mr. Heath took a seat at the attorney's table. Apparently
we were first on the list because as the judge came out,
the bailiff informed the court that the first case to be
heard would be "The Adoption of Melissa Sue Keaton." I was
in shock and looked at Daddy, but Daddy just patted my
thigh and told me to keep quiet. The judge quickly read
the file and asked Mr. Heath my age. Mr. Heath told the
judge that I was 10 year's old. The judge asked about my
parents and Mr. Heath told the judge that my parents died
last month in a car accident and that my mother was Daddy's
sister. He then produced a birth certificate and a death
certificate and handed them to the judge.
The judge asked Mr. Heath about the living arrangements and
Mr. Heath told the judge that Daddy was an upstanding
member of the community and lived in an affluent
neighborhood and was in a position to provide the best
possible care for Melissa. The judge then asked Daddy and
me to come forward. I was trembling as Daddy led me to the
attorney's table.
The judge asked me if this is what I wanted and I managed
to say, "Yeth sir."
The judge said, "Well, everything seems to be in order.”
He signed some papers and said, "Congratulations, you are
now Miss Melissa Sue Stanton and I hope that you will enjoy
your new home."
Daddy nudged me and I said, "Thank you sir."
It was done. Daddy thanked the attorney and he led me out
of the courtroom. Once outside the courtroom, he picked me
and patted my bottom and said “Now you really are my
special little daughter” and he kissed me and I kissed him
back. I held Daddy tightly as we made our way to the car.
Daddy noticed that I was crying and asked me what was
wrong.
I said, "I have just changed tho much!"
"Yes you have, and I love you for the little girl you have
become."
There it was. It was official. I was now legally Daddy's
10-year-old little girl. Daddy then told me that we were
going to the park for a while so I could play and then we
would go shopping for a special dress for me to wear for
tonight's celebration. He told me that we also needed to
get a communion dress and that I need some clothes for
Sunday School as well as school clothes as I would be
attending the Saint Mary's Academy for Girls. School?
Church? Sunday School? Saint Mary's? A million thoughts
went through my mind as we drove to the park.
I should have known better. It was such a stupid thing and it didn't
even work out. Here I was graduating from High School.
I had just turned eighteen and it was the last week of school. How could
I have done it? Why did I take the chance? Kelly was probably the
prettiest girl in school. Her hair was long and blond. Not much
different then mine. Actually we were both about 5' 5" and weighed
around 120 pounds. But, Kelly was Joe's girlfriend. At least she had
been for the last two years until the school Prom a week ago.
Joe, on the other hand, was huge. He was nineteen and had been the star
defensive end of the school football team. Well over six feet tall and
weighing somewhere north of 200 pounds with a mean streak he was someone
to avoid at all cost. Stories abounded about how he had beaten the shit
out of some kid who had gotten in his way. Or had gotten into a brawl
during the weekend. His older brother Sean had been the meanest kid the
school had ever known. He had graduated three years ago. Someone had
said he was at least twenty when the school sent him on his way.
Apparently he had been in a correctional facility since then for a melee
at a local bar. Why Kelly went out with Joe was beyond everyone. But as
she had said at the prom Joe just wouldn't let her leave.
Anyhow, at the school prom last week we had all had a bit to drink and
was having a great time. Over the years every guy had fantasized about
Kelly and at the dance she was the knockout of all time. She wore a
beautiful green sequin dress with a matching headband. They accentuated
her hazel eyes. Similar to mine except mine were a bit greener. Soft
white skin and red lips just beckoned to be kissed. There she was
standing by herself near the punch bowl when the liquor convinced me to
go over and talk with her. Me with no muscle tone and white skin, the
class poet and by luck had avoided being the class wimp by going home
right after school had walked over and said, "Hi Kelly." She had had a
few drinks also and was very friendly. Before much time had elapsed
Kelly and I were back in a school hallway and had started kissing. I
still don't know why she had kissed me. It had seemed to unfold so
naturally and her lips were warm and tongue sweet to the taste.
But suddenly, there was Joe. He was red and furious. Kelly turned to him
and told him to be still and that she was no longer his girlfriend and
that she preferred me. I stood dumbfounded and scared but Joe just
yelled at Kelly and stared ferociously at me and then left us. I took
Kelly home that night and we kissed some more at her house and held
hands. The next day at school Kelly avoided me all day and when we
finally met up she said I just wasn't her type and asked it we could
"just be friends."
Well, I didn't like the outcome, but what could I do. I asked her
whether she was going back with Joe. She said "no way. I'm glad this
happened. Now I'm rid of him and can have a fun summer and be free at
college next year." I looked at Kelly so pretty in her pink sweater and
gray skirt and thought to myself at least I had had a moment with her.
That was last week and all through that week Joe would scowl at me every
time he saw me. I wasn't much worried since we lived in different
sections of town and Joe was so caught up in sports that he had practice
everyday for something after school. So I left at the bell and went
home. There was only one week to go and then summer. We would never meet
again. At least that was what I thought until yesterday afternoon. The
last Monday of the last week of High School was yesterday and now things
had changed.
I had left school just after bell. Wearing jeans and sneakers I walked
the trail through the woods to my home. I had been doing it for as long
as I could remember. The woods were about hundred acres of underbrush,
trails and huge oak trees that separated the school from the north side
of town. It was on the north side that the socio-economically well off
lived. Joe and his brother lived south of the school in a project. I had
never even been to that part of town. Apparently there were empty
dilapidated buildings and trouble. Not a place I would ever travel to.
So, there I was about halfway into the woods when all of sudden I felt
someone knock me down and start punching me. He punched my face, my
stomach and before long I was crying. When I looked up I saw Joe.
He looked down at me and with spit shooting from my mouth he yelled at
me for breaking up his relationship with Kelly. I sat up and he yelled
at me that I'd better not get up, unless I wanted to really get my "ass
kicked in." So I sat there on the ground in the woods as he continued
his tirade. I saw him looking at me and then he called me a sissy girl
because I was crying. I was about to get up and try not being a sissy
when he punched me again. He said that I had a choice. I could be the
sissy he knew I was and not show any macho stuff. Then he said if I
acted like a sissy, he wouldn't punch me but instead would slap me like
he would a girl. Or else, I should get up and he would beat me silly.
I was in such pain and no match for him I just sat there simpering.
He laughed a little and then called me Jill. My real name is Bill. He
taunted me calling me JILL, JILL, JILL. I sat there thinking I'd rather
be thought a sissy than being punched silly. Let him have his moment I
thought. School would be out soon. It would all be over. Then he smiled
and told me if I didn't do exactly what he said right now he would beat
"the shit out of me everyday this week." So I sat there.
"Spread you legs and hold them open and close your eyes. If you move
I'll give you a spanking so hard you won't be able to sit in school
tomorrow and everyone will know," Joe taunted.
So, I sat with my legs spread apart as he towered over me. "Remember,
don't move," he warned. And then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his
cock (I didn't see it, but I sensed it), and before I realized it he was
peeing on my jeans right between my legs. Soaking my jeans and underwear
and I could feel my balls warm with his pee as he loudly said, " I claim
you for my property and thus mark you with my piss as proof forever."
As I started to move away from his pee he leaned over and slapped my
face and said, "don't." So, there I was sitting splayed and letting him
empty his bladder on my balls. I was so humiliated. When he finished he
shook his cock and some pee droplets flickered on my nose and eye.
He laughed.
Looking down at me as he zipped his fly he continued with the following.
"As you punishment for the next week you will get a pair of panties from
your sister. They had better be satin. You will wear them everyday this
week. If you don't wear them I will spank your ass red. Do you
understand?"
In a squeaky voice I answered yes.
He seemed pleased with himself and looked down at the dark pee stained
crotch, laughed and then left me there. After I was sure he was gone I
got up. He urine smelled so strong. As I ran home ashamed, holding my
hand over my pee soaked genitals, the earlier warmth of his pee turned
cold. I managed to get home and upstairs to my room without anyone
seeing me. But I had to wash his deep yellow urine out of my white
jockeys and also my jeans. I could smell that odor all night even when
it was gone. So fearful of him was I that I managed to get a pair of
white satin panties from my sister Jane. Jane was two years older then
me but we were about the same size.
I put the panties on the next morning and went down to breakfast. I was
so nervous. I thought everyone could tell. I was thankful that Jane was
gone for the next 8 weeks. She was a counselor at a camp in North
Carolina and had gone there a week early to set up for all the kids that
would come next week. She loved being a counselor at camp but she was
also very feminine. During the rest of the year she dressed very hot.
When I got the panties from her dresser I was amazed that they were the
only white pair. She had all sorts of things like thongs etc.
Mom and Dad were sitting at the breakfast table when I came down. Dad
started the talk. "Bill, next weekend Mom and I are going to go on a two
week business/ vacation. I just talked you Mom into going. I convinced
her you can take care of yourself and will be responsible. We are going
to be on a sailing cruise in the Caribbean and will call you when we
have a chance in port. Since this is a real outback sort of adventure we
don't know when we'll reach you so be sure to change the message on the
answer machine each day. That way we will know you're ok."
Mom smiled at me and asked whether I'd be ok. I forgot about wearing the
panties and told them to have a great time and that I would be fine. Mom
also told me she had called the Mr. Weingold who ran the local grocery
store and had advised him that I would be alone and that I could charge
what I needed at the grocery store. "Also, Sid (Mr. Weingold) said he
would check in on you at some time next week. He's going fishing for a
few days and will call or stop by when he gets back," Mom said.
Mr. Weingold was a fat slob I thought to myself. I had never been nice
to him, but my parents thought he was a nice man. Dad sometimes mused as
to why at 48 he had never married. I knew why. Who would marry a 250-
pound fat slob who was unkempt and dirty?
I assured them everything would be fine and went to school.
So, here I was sitting in class with satin panties over my ass and Joe
keeping an eye on me. However the day went by without incident until I
went to my locker at the end of the day. There was a note inside. I
opened it. All it said was I had gotten by the first day and could go
home safe. But in order to be safe the next day I would have to wear the
panties and shave all the hair off my body. If I left any hair except
for a proper little patch I would be beaten tomorrow. There was a cut
out of a girl who was shaved except for a patch over her pussy. In deep
blue ink written on the top right of the picture with a pointing arrow
were the two words, LIKE THIS.
At home that night I thought to myself it was a lot better to do what
Joe wanted then to get beaten. Also, he hadn't even bothered me. Perhaps
I would get through the week ok. So, I shaved my body that night and
made the little patch above my dick. As I did so I wondered how big my
dick was compared to Joe's. I hadn't seen his as he peed. I had my eyes
closed. Mine was a good four inches when hard and not very thick either.
I hadn't seen anyone else's since freshman year. I had finished my
required PE that year and had avoided all things that would require
group showers. I thought, I bet he's smaller then me. They always say
big guys have small dicks. And that made me feel better as I drained the
tub and dried off.
The next morning at breakfast my parents told me they would put
everything I needed on the refrigerator and in the drawer next to it.
They would be leaving Saturday morning early so they could fly to
Florida and catch their ship. Dad was really excited about getting away.
Again I assured mom everything would be ok and went to school wearing
the panties and fully shaved. I wore a long sleeve shirt and kept it
buttoned up. Joe looked at me and smiled. But again the day went without
incident except when I got to my locker. Again there was note. This time
I was to find a pair of my sister's pantyhose and wear them on Wednesday
with the panties underneath.
Well, none of this bothered me much since I wasn't getting beaten and no
one knew what was happening. It was easy to comply. The next day I sat
in class shaved, pantied and pantyhosed. The silken panties made me
squirm sometimes and I would nearly get hard but nothing I couldn't
handle. Another note said for me to take a nice bath with my sister's
bath bubble and wear a piece of scotch tape on both my nipples.
I got through Thursday and thought only one day left. School would be
out and this would be all over. What I thought was the last note came in
with a little box. It said I was to open the box that night and wear
everything plus what was in the box for Friday. If I did this, there
would be only one last thing and I would get that in my locker when I
cleaned in out Friday.
That night at home I opened the small box and saw a butt plug in it.
I was shocked. A little note said "PUT IT IN NOW!" I had made it through
the week. This was so humiliating but only one more day I thought as I
pushed it up my ass and went to bed.
The next morning sitting there at breakfast my parents giving me last
minute instructions I felt my cheeks go red. Mom asked if I was sick. I
said no and hurried out to school feeling the plug move in my ass as I
walked.
I sat in class squirming a bit as Joe looked at me and smiled. At the
end of the day I went to my locker and cleared my stuff. There was one
more envelope. It said to be opened as soon as I got home. I hurried
home figuring that it was over and Joe would simply give me a note
laughing about what he had made me done. I rushed upstairs to my room
and sat down. I didn't even take the plug out because I wanted to read
the note first.
The note said, "Your final act of humiliation will occur tomorrow.
You've come through the week so don't mess up now. At 10am meet me in
the same place we were last week in the woods. Make sure you're wearing
a bra and perfume and everything else you wore this week. OR ELSE." I
was afraid as I read this but again I thought I could handle one day
even if he peed on me again. Then I would be safe at home away from Joe
forever.
(I felt
my penis stir a bit as he did this. I didn't know why) and grunted an
affirmation that it was there and then slapped my ass as I stood and
turned facing him again. He asked me what perfume I was wearing and I
said in my most feminine voice, "I am wearing the Opium perfume."
"It smells very nice and feminine," he said. "Now show me how you shaved
your crotch and explain what you did."
I pulled my panties open and showed him the patch of pubic hair that
remained while explaining how I shaved myself. My voice was falsetto and
I could hear how I sounded very girlish. As I stood there with my
panties held open a cool breeze and my nervous soon found my dick harden
a bit more. He smiled and laughed.
He picked up my jeans and shirt and threw them about 10 feet away. "And
now for the final thing. So that you never, ever, try to take a girl
from me, I want you to unzip my fly and jerk me off into your panties."
As I started to protest, he slapped me again and said that he would take
my clothes and leave me here if I didn't. He also said I was to talk to
him as I jerked him off asking, better yet, he said, "begging him to cum
on my little clitty." I was trapped. I was about to say something but he
slapped me again. I thought, it would be over soon if I just do this
now. At least I don't have to suck him off or anything. I can do this.
As I unzipped his fly he instructed me to hold my panties open and jerk
him off with the other hand. Taking his cock out I realized how wrong I
was. Soft it was at least 5" long and thick. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Quite a beauty isn't it," he asked?
I held it in my hand ashamed as it began to grow. I wondered how big it
would be hard. As if he could hear me think, he said, "Eight inches and
a handful thick."
Holding his cock and pulling it I realized he was tall enough that his
cock actually higher then my navel. Jerking him off he smiled as I told
him how "big he was and how I wanted his cum in my panties."
He felt my ass and played with the plug and petted my hair and head, as
he grew larger and larger until his manhood was tremendous. He started
to grunt and I knew he would cum soon. I looked down just as he shot his
precum up and hit my face. The first load of spunk also shot up to my
nose and dripped down eventually falling into my panties. I pushed his
cock down and jerked the rest of his spunk down into my panties washing
my 'clitty' with his cum. Actually it covered my little dick and a
puddle formed in the cotton crotch. He moaned a bit more and finished
cumming.
I let my panties go and they closed his cum around my balls and he
whispered in my ear to finish by licking the head of his cock clean and
then thank him with a comment and a curtsy.
Since it was just about over, I did what he said and leaned down and
licked the last droplet of cum from his cockhead.
And then I let go, he stepped back a few inches and I curtsied saying,
"thank you Joe for letting me have your cum in my panties."
I asked if I was finished and he said yes but one last thing would be
perfect. Then he took his hand and rubbed my cum soaked panties against
my balls and told me to mix my cum with his so would we "be united as
one in this ordeal."
Unbelievably my little cockette hardened and before long I sighed as I
shot my load into his load in my panties filling them with a soggy cum
mess.
Sighing, I asked, "Can I go now?" (I was still using the feminine
voice.)
The next thing I heard was Joe calling out, "Sean, time to come out."
Sean came out carrying a video camera. Embarrassed I tried to turn but
Joe grabbed my arm and told me to just stand still. Then Sean showed me
the entire event. Nothing that Joe had said was filmed. Only his chest
and below was shown. But everything I did was very visible and
culminated with me shooting in my panties filled with Joe's cum. I
started crying.
Joe put his arm around me and softly said, "Stop crying Jill. You know
that Kelly dumped me last week. There's no way I could get another girl
and the summer is here. So Sean and I thought you'd make the perfect
'Summer Girl' until someone comes around. You see, I like to cum three
or four times a day. Kelly used to handle that for me and now you can.
He picked up my clothes and told me to put them on and they would walk
me home. I said it was okay I could go home by myself. He slapped me and
said, "Do you want a spanking? Just remember to say yes to my questions
and act like a good girl and everything will be fine. Otherwise I will
publish this flick on the Internet and email it to the whole school and
send a copy to your college. So, put on your clothes and we will walk
you home. I want to know exactly where you live so I can pick you up
when I need you."
So, I put on my jeans and shirt and walked with them. The cum squished
inside my panties as I walked and Joe made sure I kept talking (very
girly like) about how it felt and how much I liked it and how I looked
forward to his three or four loads a day. Sean just laughed as we walked
through the woods to my house. They were amazed as they came to my
house. We were on six acres of land. You couldn't even see our
neighbors. The lot next to ours was empty and the next lot was still
under construction. The other side of the house backed up against the
woods and wetlands. "Fuck," Sean said, "this is much better than where
we live. So this is how the rich live."
When we got to the kitchen door, I was saying goodbye when Sean said he
had to, "Take a leak." I let him in forgetting about my parents and
everything and showed him the bathroom. As I did so, Joe stood in the
kitchen waiting. I walked back into the kitchen and saw Joe reading the
note on the refrigerator. I turned ashen white as he said, "Alone for
two weeks. Hmmmm." Just as I started to protest Sean came back into the
kitchen and Joe explained the note to him.
"Take your jeans and shirt off," Joe said.
"Please go," I said forgetting my feminine voice.
"Now you'll get a spanking as well for answering back and not using the
right voice. NOW TAKE THEM OFF..NOW!" He slapped me so hard a fell
against the refrigerator and landed on the tile floor. The cum oozed as
I landed.
"Well," Sean said, "We are just going to be staying here the next two
weeks so you'd better get use to it or be dead." His eyes showed the
mean fire of intent. There was nothing I could do about it.
"Now get up and take your jeans and shirt off and lie over my ass for
a spanking," Joe chimed in.
"You're going to be our live in girlfriend for the next two weeks,"
Sean laughed.
Crying I got up and removed my jeans and shirt.
"Oh look Sean, Jill has a puddle of cum that has stained her panties,"
Joe snickered and then slapped his knee for me to lie down for my
spanking.
Both my cheeks were stinging hot as I stood there in the cum puddle
filled satin panties and bra my soft white skin exposed and the two big
brothers enjoying themselves. As I walked over to Joe my hips swayed as
I moved with the butt plug and the cum puddle sobbing as I did.
"I like that walk Jill make sure you sway all the time. Make believe
your knees are tied closer than your ankles," Sean chided. "Gosh, she
sure is pretty Joe. I think this is going to be great."
I stood in front of Joe as he snickered and tapped his knee and then lay
down in my bra and panties. "I think we'll just pull the panties down a
little in back so you can enjoy the spanking and the cum at the same
time," Joe said as he pulled my panties down over my ass but left them
on. Then he began to spank me HARD. Over and over again his hand smacked
my ass and I cried out and then started sobbing uncontrollably.
When he finished he said, "There you are Sissy, now stand up and thank
me. Tell me you're sorry and will do your girlish best to be pleasant to
me and my brother."
I got up. My ass was burning from the heat. I knew my goose was cooked.
So, in a quivering little girlish voice I thanked Joe for the spanking
and promised to be the best little sissy girl he had ever met. I would
try to meet all his feminine needs.
"Ok, Jill, that's enough. Now show Sean and I around this mansion."
We walked from room to room. Through dining room, living room and then
into the game room that had a pool table and a card table when Sean said
it would be great to have some friends over to play cards and pool. Joe
agreed and said Saturday night was a great night to have friends over
and since this was Saturday he would call some friends to come over
later.
"That's ok with you Jill, isn't it," Joe said without expecting a reply.
I asked it I could talk and Joe said Ok. So, trying to be very feminine
and not get another spanking, I said how much trouble I would get in if
there was mess or anything was broken. Joe simply replied that I would
be in charge of cooking, cleaning and cum. "You know all those little
girly things. That will make you a happy sissy. You can do all the
housekeeping." Sean interjected that I would also do the wash. But that
he expected his shorts to be hand washed and ironed since he was now on
the right side of the tracks. Joe loved that idea and told me to do the
same thing.
"Now, show us the rest of the house," Joe said as he put his arm around
my waist and then lowered his hand to rub my ass as we walked upstairs.
I showed him my parents bedroom and my bedroom, the guest room and
finally my sister Jane's room. When we entered her room Sean immediately
asked, "So this must be your room?"
I looked aghast but before I could say anything Joe demanded I show him
all my things. Joe opened one drawer that had lots of sexy colorful
panties and bras and asked if they were mine? I meekly replied, "Yes."
Another draw had stockings and under them there was an electric
vibrator. Sean laughed and wanted to know if I used it at night when I
couldn't get some real COCK. He reached out and touched my scotch taped
nipples and continued. That was the first time he had touched me and I
shivered as I thought about it.
"What's in here?" He asked as he opened Jane's large closet. One section
had a whole bunch of slutty clothes. "Yes, these will fit you fine." Joe
said as he rearranged the closet and told me I should wear what was on
the left side unless told otherwise. Then we went into her, or as they
said, my bathroom. There was a magazine rack with some girl magazines
and Playgirl. Joe looked at it and told me to "Be sure only to read such
things from now on."
Sean came in carrying a pair of red-heeled shoes and told me to put them
on and to learn how to walk before tonight. There was a vanity with
make-up, curling iron, rollers etc. On the right was a magazine opened
to a page that showed how you could easily curl your hair. It was a
step-by-step comparison with everything there that was needed.
Obviously Jane had intended to try it out. There was a bottle of
L'Oreal hair dye that was lighter then my own color. Both Sean and
Joe smiled and told me that the first thing I should do when they gave
me leave was to do my hair, nails, and face.
Opening the drawer on the left proved filled with packets of glue on
nails. There were red nails, pink nails, clear, white and others. "I
think pink nails and don't forget your toenails with matching lipstick
should be good. Oh, and use these." Sean handed me a box that had a pair
of false eyelashes in it.
Joe and Sean said they would look over the rest of the house. Since it
was before noon, I was to take the next three hours and get myself
looking real good. "Leave the panties on, we'll tell you when to change
them and don't sulk. You don't have time and if you aren't ready by 3pm
I'll bring my three Doberman's over and let them fuck you till you cry.
Now, get ready honey," he said as they walked out of the room and closed
the door.
As much as I just wanted to cry or run away I knew that if I left the
house would be trashed. The pictures would be published. My parents
would disown me. The only thing I could do was what they wanted and hope
when my parents got back I could leave and go away for the rest of the
summer: the rest of my life. With my panties stuck to my, what did Joe
say I should call it. Oh, yes, either my 'sissy stick' or my 'sissy
clit.'
They had left the door open and could hear them using the phone. I heard
them call the market and place an order to be delivered. Then Sean was
taking to some friends. I heard 7pm and my address.
"Are you getting ready Sissy," Joe called up from downstairs? While I
followed the instructions and dyed my hair and then curled it, I didn't
know that Sean had used the Jeep in the garage and gone home and
returned. Putting on the nails and painting my toe nails I though back
to just a week ago as I sat on the ground and Joe peed on my crotch. I
should have known right then but of course I didn't. As dumb as I
thought Joe was, it was obvious that his talent lay in sexual
domination.
My panties stuck as the rollers did their thing, I pulled them out and
then when I put my hands to my head I could smell his cum. Gosh, he had
only cum one time today so far and I didn't know what Sean could do. The
only thing I knew was that I was their 'sissy cunt' and would be such
for the next two weeks.
Because of the smell of Joe's cum I splashed some more perfume over me.
It was nearly 2pm when I removed the curlers and brushed my lightened
gold hair. The whole thing had worked. I looked in the mirror and saw a
feminine outline to my face. Then I put on the eyelashes, some powder
and I had found on the page of the hairdo a bullet telling me to turn to
page 32 for make-up tips with this hairdo. Again, Jane had everything I
needed and since I had been in school plays and was a fairly good
artist, I was able to copy what it said and by 2:30 my face and hair was
a feminine as any girl. I stopped and was admiring my work and didn't
notice Sean standing there. He smiled when I saw him and said he was
pleased that I liked being their girl. I looked ashamed as I heard him.
But then he said for me to close my eyes and not move. Before I knew
what had happened I felt two punches on my left ear. He told me to be
still and then I felt one on my right ear. He said for me to keep my
eyes closed for another minute and when I was allowed to open them I
could see two gold studs in my left ear and one in my right ear. There
was nothing I could do.
"You didn't know I did piercing did you Jill you lucky girl," he said.
Joe walked in amazed and walked over to me looking into the mirror from
behind. Our eyes met in the mirror. "You're prettier then Kelly," he
said. "Now one more thing," he said as he held my shoulders. Sean used
something to open my mouth and hold it open. They were so strong I
couldn't fight back and again before I knew it my tongue had been
pierced and a silver ball with pin and screw on ball had been placed
through my tongue.
"Perfect," Sean said. "Usually I get a couple of hundred dollars for
this but you can pay me back somehow later. Ok, Jill?"
Joe reminded me as he said for the last time by whispering in my ear and
I thanked Sean for taking such good care of me and making me pretty.
"Now don't forget with that pierced tongue," Sean said, "you can drive a
guy crazy by rubbing it on his dick or when licking his asshole. A guy
knows when a chick is doing her best and our friends who are coming over
aren't very nice to chicks that don't do their best. As a matter of
fact, Jimmy likes a girl who knows how to lick asshole so make sure you
don't fuck up with him or anyone else."
The next thing I knew was Joe had lowered my bra and held me again while
Sean pierced my nipples and put bars through them that held a chain that
hung down. I was so shocked as I saw myself in the mirror.
But before I even had a chance to think about all of this Sean and
Joe told me to get up and lean over the bed. I was so submissive at this
moment I went to the bed and leaned over right way.
"Good girl," Sean said as he gentle slapped my sore ass cheeks. He
rolled down my panties and said to Joe to hold me. Before long he had
put a tattoo on my left ass cheek, on my right ass cheek and one above
my ass crack. (Later I learned my two cheeks said spank me and the words
above my ass crack said, Piss & Cum In Here, with an arrow pointing
down.) By 5pm a band of tattoo surrounded my ankle in a geometric
pattern that actually repeated the word, "SISSYJILL." Just above my
pubic mound was in small block letters--sissy clit.
Also in small letter on the back of my thigh below my panty line was the
words in the wings of a butterfly and in color saying, "Pull my panties
down." I would learn later what I couldn't read. And finally over my
left nipple was the words, "I love(in the form of a heart) to lick ass."
I couldn't believe it. Joe and Sean had put some clothes on the bed and
told me to be ready downstairs by 6pm. Joe whispered in my ear just
before they left that he still had at least 3 loads of cum for me
tonight.
I stood looking in the mirror at my ear studs; titty clamps with chain
and then opened my mouth and looked at the silver ball through my
tongue. Gosh in less than 7 hours look where I was. I went to the bed
and saw what they had put out for me. There was a pink spaghetti strap
camisole that no matter how I tried would not cover up that heart. The
skirt was a skimpy black silk that didn't even cover my entire panties
so that little design with "pull my panties down" was quite visible. A
pair of white socks that had a frilly overhang and didn't cover my
anklet tattoo. Also, I had never see socks like this because they were
cut out so my pink toes showed. A black satin choker and black open toed
shoes with thin straps up my feet with my toes showing. The shoes had
heels but weren't as high as what I had been practicing in so I was able
to walk in them.
There was Jane's tennis bracelet that I also put on and a pink butterfly
clip for my hair. When I looked in the full-length mirror on the closet
door I couldn't believe the slut I saw. Anyone sitting down could easily
see my panties.
"Are you ready Sissy?" Sean called from downstairs. "Come to the game
room as soon as you are," he continued. I wasn't ready as a person but I
had no choice but to go down. As I entered the game room Sean was
filming me walking in. The skirt although not real tight felt like it
would tear off if I took big steps so I was very careful as I walked in.
"WOW!" Joe stammered. "You are one fucking great looking cum magnet,"
Joe continued and then said harshly I should always be polite when a guy
gives you a compliment. He raised his hand and I knew it was a signal.
So, not to get smacked I turned to Joe and said, "Thank you."
"Ok, I love to get a good blow job right now," Joe said, but Sean said
it would mess me up so soon before the guys arrived. Instead, Sean said,
"why don't you give her a fresh load in her panties."
So there I was in my house totally different than earlier in the woods
but doing the same thing. This time he had me use some Vaseline as I
jerked him off. While I was doing this Sean put on some music and Joe's
cock got hard as a rock. He wanted me to smell it and lick it a couple
of times and then he held my skirt up and pulled my panties out. Sean
just watched and Joe kept telling me what a good "little cum slut," I
was.
The next thing I knew he was blowing another thick load of cum on my
sissy clit and down into a puddle in the cotton crotch, which was filled
with dry cum from earlier. As if on cue, as soon as he had finished and
I had pulled up my cum filled panties tight against me the doorbell
rang.
"Go answer the door Jill," Sean said. As I walked Joe's fresh load of
cum slathered against my balls. I got to the door ashamed of my
predicament and opened it. There were 3 guys standing there. In my
pretty girl voice I said, "Hello, won't you please come in." One guy was
nearly six and half feet tall. He was the last to walk in and he walked
over to me, put his arms around me and said, "Hi Jill, I'm Jimmy." And
before I could do anything he leaned down and started to kiss me on the
lips and then pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his massive
cock against upper chest. I he was standing erect his cock would be
almost mouth high. As he kissed me he played with my ass and then rubbed
the front of my panties. The cum oozed around as he did that and he
stepped back and with a smile said, "Hmmm looks like you get wet
easily." Then he saw the little heart over my left breast and said,
"Well Jill, I love to have my assed licked so I guess we're going to
have a great time together."
So, this was the Jimmy they had talked about earlier. The other two guys
had walked in and were talking with Sean. Both seemed pretty fit,
perhaps early twenties.
The Feminization Of Prissy Petra by Sissy Priscilla Valentine
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WARNING!!!! This story contains graphic descriptions of illicit sexual
activities between adults and minors from the minor heroine’s point of view
and is rated XXX. If you feel you would find this material offensive, or are
underage, PLEASE, read no further.
This is my first attempt at including magical transformation as part of my
storyline. It is also part one of a story that is taking me ages to write. All
comments and suggestions will be warmly received. Please, post them, or email
them to me at sissyprissy_2_14@hotmail.com .
Special thanks goes out to my Cyber Auntie and Editor, Alyssa Davis, who is
constantly admonishing me that my talents would be better demonstrated in "G"
rated pursuits. Soon Auntie dear, soon!
The Feminization Of Prissy Petra
Part One
By Sissy Priscilla Valentine
Chapter One
"A Slave Is Born"
>>DADDYMAN: Are you alone?
>>PRETTYPETRA: Yes Daddy…. I’m wearing what you asked. giggle] I stole my
sister’s pink training bra and her silk pink babydoll and matching skimpy
panties! They feel sooooo nice on my skin…. I wish you could see me!
>>DADDYMAN: Oh, I can imagine how pretty you are! Your little clitty must be
all stiff and aching! I want you to stroke it slowly as you read what comes
next, so be a good little girl for Daddy, OK Petra?
>>PRETTYPETRA: OOOOOO yesssss DADDY!!!!! [giggle]
>>DADDYMAN: Honey, I know how much you want to be a pretty little girl. Daddy
is very rich and I’ve decided to help you be the girl of your dreams!!!! I
know you can’t do it living at home, but I have a plan that will make sure you
never have to live like a yucky little boy again!!
But I will require that you trust me, and obey every instruction I give you,
are you willing to do this for me and be a good little girl for Daddy?
>>PRETTYPETRA: If it means I can leave here, and REALLY be a pretty little
girl, I promise I’ll be good and do anything you say!!!!
.>>DADDYMAN: OK sweetheart, I trust you. Now, read this very carefully…
Hi! My name is, or; WAS Peter. The Internet chat above was with a cyber daddy
I’d met in a chat room online. My real dad was dead, and my bitch ass mother
was a drunk living on SSI, Food Stamps, and AFDC, which enabled my sister and
I to stay in school. I’d won the laptop I was using and the Internet service
provider in a poetry contest at school.
I’d always been sooooo jealous of my beautiful sexy sister, who was a year
older than I, and was the sexiest blonde 15-year-old in our school. I longed
to be as pretty and as sexy a girl as she! Fate and nature had screwed that
shit up. She and I’d never been close and as most of my schoolmates, she
considered me to be nothing more than a sissy dweeb!
I had chatted with this man for almost a year, and learned to trust him even
if I didn’t know his name…. He understood me and accepted and encouraged my
feminine desires. I had virtually become his "little girl"! He’d sent me
pictures of ravishingly pretty teenage Shemales dressed in sexy lingerie and
making love with older, very hung men! I confided in him my deepest secrets
and strong desires to be a real girl for him and have him make love to me!
Now it seemed my dreams were about to come true!
A few days later I received an envelope in the mail containing a key. After
emailing him that I was on my way, I slipped my laptop into its case and slung
it over my slender shoulder. I slipped out of our mobile home easily that
Saturday as my sister was out, playing with friends, and Ma, as usual, was
passed out. I didn’t even bother to leave those hateful bitches a note!
I headed for the bus station and to the locker my key would open. Glancing
around for onlookers I then opened it to find a pink canvas gym bag inside!
Leaving the key in the open locker door, I headed down the street to the gas
station and got the key to the men’s room. Having entered the stinky latrine I
locked the door behind me & set down my parcels. I began stripping out of my
hated boy’s clothes for the last time in my life. I never regretted tossing
them into the trash can there!
I held my breath and trembled with anticipation as I slowly unzipped my new
pretty pink gym bag. I squealed with delight as I saw what was inside! I
couldn’t believe my luck as I lifted from it the most delicate, beautiful pair
of pink silk and white lace ruffled rumba panties I’d ever seen in my life!
And the best part about it was they were all MINE!!!!
I quivered with excitement and my dainty hands trembled as I slowly stepped
into my treasured juvenile little panties and drew them up the silky smooth
legs I’d so thoroughly "Nair-ed" the previous night. I wiggled into the
form-fitting garment, stretching them tautly over my curvaceously girlish
buttocks and round bony little hips, gasping with pleasure as the material
instantly drove my tiny hairless baby clit into a minuscule but painfully
throbbing erection that strained sinfully against the incredibly sensuous
fabric! I caressed my firm little butt-cheeks, hips, and clitty through the
wonderfully exciting silk and ruffled lace of the very first panties of my
very own!
I was overjoyed to discover that the next item within was a gorgeous matching
stretch silk, lace, and elastic pull -over training bra, thoughtfully
pre-filled by my new benefactor with realistic "AA" cup silicone breast forms
that had very erect nipples! I pulled it over my head and wiggled it into
place, checking out my pretty new body in the mirror as I positioned the forms
just right. Oh GAWD I was starting to look sooooo HOT!!!!
Next inside were opaque rose-patterned hot pink stockings that came up just
over my knees with a wide white heart patterned lace flounce that fell well
below the elastic stay-up bands that topped them. The flounces of both
stockings were decorated with a hot pink satin bow in front matching the color
of the girlie stockings.
I hurriedly reached for the next garment…. It was a childishly sissified
scarlet red romper with zips running from the side hems up to my bare, haved
underarms… It had a high neck heart patterned white lace Peter Pan collar with
a big red bow in front, and matching wide white lace trimming at the sleeves
and hi-cut leg openings also adorned with dainty red bows. It fit tightly,
visibly displaying the lines of my ruffled panties and training bra, and the
contours of my adorable new pre-teen sized breasts! A big clip-on pink satin
bow topped my boyishly cut hair and pink satin Mary-Jane’s with white lace
bows slipped on my pretty feet. Hot glossy-pink glitter lipstick and a pink
leather shoulder bag completed my outfit… I was definitely more girlish in
appearance, but my outfit still screamed "SISSY-BOY!" to anyone about to see
me, which was just the effect my new Daddy intended I have on any of my
observers today.
I stuffed my laptop into my gym bag, retrieved the perfume from my purse, and
doused myself as heavily as a French whore with it. Leaving the key in the
bathroom, I slung both my purse and gym bag over my shoulders and sashayed
down the street, eliciting catcalls and wolf whistles from both the men and
women who passed me by; "Awww look at the pwetty widdle SISSY!"…"FAGGOT!"…"Hey
PINKY!" But I stuck my nose and chin up in the air like the defiant little
girl I felt, and continued to swish my way along to my destination.
Daddy would be sooooo proud!
The beachside open-air ice cream parlour was deserted save for a couple of
sexy bikini-clad teen girls at the furthest table from the bar and the sole
teenage employee manning the bar itself. I timidly sashayed up to her and
squeaked out a nervous order for a double-dip cone of cherry peppermint ice
cream. She laughed at me with her eyes as she took the money I fumbled for in
the coin pocket of my purse, and giggling, handed me my cone saying, a little
too loudly "Here’s your ice cream pretty GIRL!"
I thanked her quietly and minced to my pre-ordained table, and as I did, the
girls watching me giggled too, whispering to each other, pointing at me and
giggling again. I was sooooo embarrassed I blushed hotly but this was my new
chance in life and I wasn’t gonna let a little humiliation fuck it up!
I locked eyes with my handsome Nordic looking hunk of a new Daddy, clad only
in red Speedo’s. My mouth watered as I watched him walk toward me from up the
beach. I soaked in every detail of his chiseled features, his longish
sun-bleached blond hair, his rippling hard body, and his well packed Speedo’s!
As instructed, I lustfully licked my ice cream as he approached. Careful not
to smear my lipstick I daintily used my tongue to carve it into the
unmistakable shape of a large penis! I licked the head teasingly as he neared
my table. My heart pounded as I rose to greet him. Standing my cone on the
table I rose to face him, smiled and curtseyed perfectly, then threw my
slender arms around his neck and kissed him!
He wrapped his steel muscled arms around me and pulled me to him, feeding me
his tongue as he grabbed my girlish buttocks and, squeezing them, ground his
hardness into my belly!
All three of the girls looked on, spellbound by the sight they were
witnessing; a studly young Nordic god kissing his prissy new sissy-boy! Our
audience would stay for a while, and so would we. Nobody was calling 911.
We broke off our kiss and I said "Hi Daddy!" in my girlishly trained voice,
projecting so our audience could hear.
"Hi Princess Petra! " he replied, smiling lovingly, "Have you been a good
little girl?"
"OOOOOO YES Daddy! See?" I giggled, breaking free of his arms to twirl to and
fro, girlishly before him in my little sissy outfit. My audience at the nearby
table burst into a fit of giggles. I blushed hotly but managed to keep smiling
sweetly at him.
‘Yes I do! You’re a very pretty little girl!" Daddy praised. "Daddy’s presents
fit you so nice!"
"Thanks Daddy! And thank you for my pretty presents!" I squealed, kissing him
again. He sat down in my chair and patted his lap, bidding me silently to
climb up onto it.
With one hand he picked up my cock-shaped ice cream and held it near my mouth
and with the other he pulled my dainty little hand over to rest on the massive
bulge in his Speedo’s!!! I gasped quietly but squeezed it tightly, and
giggling made a sexy show of licking my ice cream for him and the watching
teenage girls. I stroked and fondled the first dick I had ever played with but
my own!
"Gawd!’ One of the girls exclaimed. "And I thought I was a slut!"
I locked eyes with them and teasingly lapped at my ice cream Daddy still held
up for me. As I still stroked his throbbing manhood inside his Speedo’s, he
bent to nibble and lick my soft perfumed neck.
"MMMMMM you smell NICE little girl!" Daddy whispered in my ear, sticking his
tongue inside! I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, whimpering as he
nibbled and licked my throat……
"Oh thank you Daddy! I LOVE you!" I squealed, loudly enough to be heard up and
down the beach, planting my lips back on his and sucking his tongue into my
mouth.
As we broke off our kiss, a long stretch white limo pulled up in front of the
parlour and I reluctantly slid down off of Daddy’s lap. He handed me my purse
and gym bag, which I slung over my shoulder, letting him take my little hand
in his. As he led me toward the waiting car, I turned, winked, and waved
girlishly at the teenage girls still at their table. Their mouths hung open in
shock and jealousy…they knew I was fixing to get more cock than they’ve ever
seen! I giggled to myself as I knew it too, and skipped playfully alongside my
Daddy, wiggling my pretty butt as I pranced along.
A handsome, uniformed, well-muscled black man, who gave me a knowing smile as
I preceded Daddy into the luxurious automobile, admitted us to the limo.
Sitting across from us was one of the most beautiful 16-year-old blondes I’d
ever seen! Her clinging mini dress was of shiny black leather, and her black
silk stockings sheathed perfectly formed legs, that disappeared into the 4"
black patent stiletto heels she wore. She had the same piercing smoky blue
eyes that Daddy did. Her wetly slick scarlet red lips were full, pouty, and
inviting. Her make-up gave her a look that said, "I am in control here!" Her
waist length hair had been drawn back into a high tight ponytail secured with
three black scrunchies, drawing attention to her high-cheeked, supermodel
beauty.
"Prissy Petra, this is your new big sister, Tasha! She’ll help you learn how
to be a good and pretty Daddy’s girl!"
Tasha extended her arm, sheathed in an opera-length black latex glove, and
curled the back of her hand upward toward my lips. I obediently kissed my teen
goddess’s hand, and said meekly "I’m pleased to meet you Tasha!"
"That’s Mistress Tasha, little sister!" She barked.
I jumped back in my seat fearfully and Daddy laughed heartily. "Now be a good
little girl and do everything she says, Prissy Petra…. Remember, naughty
little girls get their pretty little bottoms spanked!"
"Don’t worry little girl, just do as I tell you and you’ll have nothing to
fear, do you understand me?" Tasha intoned.
"Yes Mistress Tasha, I’ll do whatever you say!" I promised.
"Mistress Tasha will be taking you for a makeover, fittings, and on a
wonderful shopping spree, Prissy Petra!" Daddy announced, smiling broadly. "As
she brings you home she’ll start your training, and when she’s done giving you
your lessons for the day, Daddy will test you to see how much you’ve learned.
Would you like that honey?"
"I can’t WAIT, Daddy!" I giggled "Just you wait, I promise I’ll be a good
little girl for you!"
The limo pulled into the semi-circular drive of the local luxury hotel, and
the chauffeur opened the door for my departing Daddy.
Daddy turned to me and kissed me on my pretty pink lips.
"While you’re having you’re your first day’s lessons, I’ll be flying home….
Ivan will be along to bring you to the airport when you girls are done, and
you’ll be flown home together in my private jet! Won’t that be fun?!?"
"Yes! B-B-But Daddy?"
Yes, sweetie?"
"I-I- I’ve never flown before…. I’m scared!"
"Oh don’t be such a faggot, Petra!" Mistress Tasha barked. "We’ll be just
fine! It’ll be fun!"
Daddy nodded his assurances and kissed me again, pinching my little boner
through my sissified romper and sensuous panties, then reluctantly broke away
to exit the car.
I watched his firm butt lustfully as he departed into the hotel lobby, and as
the car left I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming! Everything was
happening so fast! I couldn’t believe my good fortune!
"Okay you little slut, " began Mistress Tasha "it’s obvious to me and everyone
else you’re a boy!" Tasha spat. "It’s not just the way you look, which while
cute is STILL pathetic!" She admonished sternly. "It’s also the way you sit
and carry yourself! How many pretty little girls have you ever seen sitting
with their legs spread apart like yours? You look like a little faggot bitch
in heat who is just DYING for some dick!" Tasha berated me. "Here, at least
TRY to sit like a respectable little girl would; like this."
Ivan drove on and I intently listened to my new big sister, soaking up her
teachings like a sponge soaks up water. We drove for nearly 30 minutes before
arriving at our first stop, and meanwhile I quickly learned to demonstrate
more girlish poise from my pretty blonde goddess.
Mistress Tasha touched up my lipstick before leading me out of the car by my
hand to stand before the heavy wooden double-doors of "La Boutique De La
Morphea." A heart shaped red sign proclaimed in white flowing script, "Members
Only!’ on the right door. Tasha produced a magnetic ID card and swiped it in
the card reader to the right of the doors, then punched in her PIN on the
connected keypad. Chimes resounded within the building and the doors swung
open for us. The older blonde took my hand authoritatively and strode with me
in tow through the doors that swung silently shut behind us, their magnetic
locks tumbling into place.
The gothically ornate foyer screamed in femininity, telling silent tales of
the adventures lying beyond the innermost doors for those women courageous
enough to venture there. Rose-pink porcelain statuettes of winged, nude,
angelically beautiful blond youthful little girls adorned the walls in
precisely set spacing, each bearing their own medieval flaming torch that
illuminated their individual spaces of influence.
Plush, wall-to-wall blood red fleece carpeting provided a cloud of softness
for our feet. A lone Queen Anne loveseat, upholstered in pink velvet matching
the draperies surrounding the room was set before a fountain. The statuette
centering the fountain was of sky pearl-blue porcelain with pink amethyst
eyes, flowing blonde hair and blood red lips. She arched her back, displaying
her ample breasts and an enormous erection, sending a thick jet of milk upward
to enter and flow out of her open mouth! I was mesmerized as I seated myself
with my older sister. Never had I seen something more enchantingly erotic in
my life.
"The Goddess Morphea, Prissy Petra!" Tasha whispered to me by way of
introduction, "She that brings forth the girl within you!"
I looked on in adoration, wondering if truly such a beautiful goddess existed,
and if she’d answer the petitions of one so unworthy and desperate as I.
A pretty pigtailed redhead, whom I thought to be about my age, dressed in a
pink satin French maid’s uniform entered and curtseyed deeply before Mistress
Tasha.
"Madame will see you now, Mistress Tasha! Welcome! She is expecting you and
your pretty guest!" The beautiful girl smiled, holding her deep curtsey in
statuesque poise until acknowledged by her guests.
"Thank you Amy!" Tasha addressed the cute little redhead. "You may escort us
now!" She commanded. Amy smiled and bowed her head gracefully, saying "Yes
Mistress, right this way!" Before recovering from her curtsey and leading us
to the doors across the room.
She stepped to their right and pulled a golden bell cord hanging there. Deep
bell tones rang from within the next chamber and shortly thereafter the huge
doors swung inward magically, revealing what was more or less, for lack of a
better way to describe it; an elaborately decorated throne room! More angelic
torchbearers around the circular room gave it a soft fire-lit glow. Elegant
paintings of obvious but tastefully erotic nature had their places between the
angels. A large heavy oaken display case with clear crystal doors to our right
displayed a vast array of every kind of restraint, discipline, and sexual toy
and device I could conceive, and even some I couldn’t!
The plush fleece royal blue carpeting complimented the pinks, browns, and
golds that composed the throne room. Ahead of us an elevated stage taking up
1/3 of the room supported the throne bearing the queen of this castle, which
was turned to face away from us. We silently followed little Amy and
approached our hostess, who slowly rotated in her chair to grant us audience.
In unison the three of us, Tasha and I behind Amy, curtseyed deeply, bowing
our heads.
"Madame, may I present Mistress Tasha and her new little sister, Prissy
Petra?" inquired the little maid, timidly.
"Thank you Amy. Leave us now."
As she obeyed her queen, I dared raise my eyes to see this mysterious woman. I
was instantly awestruck by her beauty. Her thick mane of ebony tresses
cascaded over her pale white bare shoulders. Her glistening wet ruby lips
reflected the firelight of the torches and smiled enticingly. Her nude
perfectly formed natural D-cup breasts heaved in time with her measured
breaths. Her gorgeous legs were longer than Tasha’s and were as milk white and
creamy smooth as the rest of her beautiful skin. 28-Year-old Erin Hudson was
indeed a mesmerizing creature to behold, by anyone’s standards!
As she looked upon us, we recovered to standing.
Madame Erin extended her hand, bearing on her finger a ring of untold worth
and power, the Ring of Morphea! Tasha approached her, leaving me behind, as
she sank to one knee at Madame’s feet, genuflecting before her Lady. She took
this bewitching woman’s hand in her own and lovingly kissed the sacred ring.
Instantly it luminesced,
it’s large ruby setting glowing magically with soft pink light that bathed
Tasha’s adorable face. For her supplication, Tasha was instantly rewarded with
an earth shaking orgasm, and her tremors could be felt throughout the room!
Madame recovered her hand and used it to guide the now servile teen to the
inner sanctum between her thighs.
Obediently and eagerly, Tasha bathed her Lady’s wet hairless steamy pussy with
her feverish tongue and scarlet wet lips!
The boner I had not yet lost since first sight of my awesome new Daddy
twitched painfully in my panties and sissy romper as my eyes riveted on the
scene. Other than from pictures on the ‘Net, I’d never had the privilege of
witnessing lesbian love making in action. Never had I been privileged to see
more beautiful females, period!
Erin gasped and rolled her head back in rapture as the lovely Tasha burrowed
her Lady’s over-productive honeypot with her wiggling, probing tongue. Madame
arched her neck, baring her milky smooth pale white throat to the yellowish
glow of the fiery torchlight. She groaned loudly from deep within her being as
she clutched my big sister’s ponytail, mashing the teenage princess’s
enchanting face into her flowing center, now driving her erect distended
clitoris between the nubile girl’s wanton lips.
Tasha sucked madly on Madame’s quivering clit, stabbing her tongue alternately
deep within her love tunnel. Madame lifted and spread her knees high and wide,
bringing them to rest on the arms of her ornate throne. The Ring, worn on the
hand that clutched the leather-clad blonde’s long pretty ponytail now glowed
with fiery red brilliance. While both females were enveloped in the cocoon of
mystical light the Madame’s clitoris grew in length and girth, becoming
transformed before my intently watchful eyes into a 9" dick! While no testes
appeared, her pussy flowed with her juices, more copiously so, as Tasha
ministered to her lady’s cock.
Tasha sucked feverishly and noisily as she bobbed her head up and down Erin’s
engorged dick, stabbed her thumb inside Madame’s vaginal canal, and shoved two
girl-juiced fingers within her Lady’s anus! So bright became the glowing light
that surrounded them, they seemed to partially phase out (???) between time
and space……becoming utterly translucent! Both writhed and cried out
ecstatically, clutching each other, each driving their partner higher and
higher into the throes of passion.
Madame went ridged and her toes curled, and from her throat elicited the
predatory cry of a bird of prey as her body quaked with her orgasm. As soon as
her hot jets of goo began to erupt in Mistress Tasha’s mouth, the teen
goddess’ body became racked with an orgasm of her own!
The sapphic lovers clutched each other, seemingly becoming one in being as
they convulsed in unison to the bonding orgasms they now shared, mewing and
whimpering in everlasting passion!
As their whimpering faded and their breathing slowed, Mistress Tasha rose and
approached me. Embracing my girlish face with her long slender fingers, while
Madame’s cock returned to it’s original feminine state, my new big sister
guided my lips to hers, and snaked her tongue inside. In so doing she fed me
the ejaculate of our beautiful and mysterious hostess! I eagerly and hungrily
consumed it, bewitched by what I had just witnessed, and totally, totally,
consumed by the utter femininity if the act of swallowing that precious semen!
As I consumed every wondrous drop I became faint and disoriented, my mind
turned inward within my body, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the fireworks in
my head. I felt the hair on my head thicken and grow long, falling in waves
below my slender shoulders. I "saw" within my body as well as felt my chest
tingle like liquid fire, become molten and reshape, forming perfect "A" cup
teen breasts that now strained against the training bra they now outgrew,
forcing the fake slightly smaller breast forms to fall out from the cups!
The fire centered in my chest and extended a thick glowing tendril through my
tummy to wrap and surround my pathetic penis and balls, gathering behind it
the fire from my chest. Amazingly, my boner wilted and a smaller tendril leapt
from my cock through me into the depths of my bowels and outwards to my
sphincter, reforming both it and my prostate and connecting them with my
minuscule testes!
I fainted.
Chapter Two
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!"
When I awoke I appeared to be resting on my tiptoes, arms stretched way above
me as my ankles were held firmly in place. Still somewhat disoriented, it took
me awhile to focus on my surroundings and even longer to realize I was now
clad only in my childish panties! It was then that I realized, with girlish
glee, that I’d developed a real bosom as well! I gazed down with joy at my
perfectly formed, still developing teenage breasts. The symmetrically pear
shaped "A" cup mammaries proudly showed off their slightly enlarged,
distended, and erect conical pink fleshy nipples, which tilted upwards with a
pride all their own.
I became aware of the weight of my hair my little head now bore. Long thick
waves of golden blonde hair cascaded down my bust and back, tickling the flesh
of my lovely breasts, shoulders, and upper back. I did not understand how this
had happened, but tears of joy welled up in my youthful eyes and rolled down
my cheeks with the knowledge that it had!
I looked up to see my wrists, bound by cuffs to a spreader bar high above my
head. The bar was suspended by pulley driven chains. These strained against
the cuffs that bound my ankles apart, stretching my tummy and torso to their
thinnest possible width. The pain of my discomfort brought me to full
wakefulness and I began to become more aware of the details of my environment.
I was in the center of a starkly furnished room walled on all four sides with
a seemingly seamless, door-less mirror. The floor was of cold pink ceramic
tile and the ceiling was wall to wall with lighted translucent pastel pink
panels. I focused on the wall before me…. gazing at my beautiful reflection.
As I tried to adjust to a more comfortable position, my pretty breasts jiggled
slightly with my movement. My waist was tiny now, and my hips flared out and
were rounder, as though the weight of my already slender stomach had fallen
into them and filled them out. My ribcage could now clearly be seen so you
could easily count my ribs, now I had an extra one. My backside, reflected
from the wall behind me into the wall in front of me, displayed a perfectly
shaped and full, firm girlish derriere, now stretching taut the ruffled pink
little girl’s panties it filled. I realized with awe and excitement that the
darkening wet spot developing between the lower halves of my buttocks was the
girlish secretions of arousal emanating from my rectum. It felt deliciously
hot and itchy, and very, VERY empty!
My hair spilled over my petite shoulders and cascaded in thick golden locks
down to the small of my back. Lovely bangs curling down over my forehead
allowed my highly arched thin, feminine eyebrows to play hide-and-seek with
the mirror. My attention was drawn to my face. Long thick beautiful lashes
adorned my now almond shaped sparkling baby blue eyes. My nose had taken on a
smaller, prettier appearance. My cheekbones were higher than I remembered
them, and the flushed tone of my face gave my cheeks a naturally rosy,
girlishly youthful appearance. My lips, devoid of the lipstick I’d so
amateurishly worn were now naturally full, pouty, and invitingly pink and
sensual, with the youthful innocence that hinted I’d "never been kissed!" My
previously small Adam’s Apple no longer existed.
Despite the arousal and pleasure I felt over the transformation that had taken
place, my tiny limp penis sagged smaller than before and unaffected in the
crotch of my pretty panties, leaving the only telltale sign that I was
anything other than an intoxicatingly sexy, well-developed little 12 year old
girl!
A far away tinkling sound of wind chimes grew steadily louder, and a circular
portion of the mirrored wall before me seemed to liquefy, it’s waves rippling
and radiating from the center to the circle’s outermost edge. From it emerged
two gorgeous little blonde French maids, who looked in every way like
Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen did at age 13!
Their silently smiling faces hinted that I too should remain quiet.
One bore a measuring tape and wrapped it ‘round my now tiny, over-stretched
waist, mumbling her findings to the other. In response, the other nubile teen
unfolded the tissue surrounding the parcel she carried to reveal a heavily
boned, liquid satin cream, pink corset! Whilst she wrapped this ‘round my
curvaceous little waist, the first twin threaded the lacing through the evenly
spaced eyelets. Each of the pretty twins yanked at their laces, compressing my
tiny waist to wasp-like proportions. I gasped for air! I couldn’t breathe!!!
"Take smaller breaths, Miss Petra!" chimed one of them.
"Yes, if you try too hard you’ll faint again!" advised the other.
I labored to follow their wise admonitions as they continued tightening the
laces, whittling my waist into a symmetrical hourglass curve. Tying the laces
off high to make them impossible for me to reach to loosen, they took
measurements and tightened my laces even more!!!
Once again they took my measurements and I heard one announce to the other;
"sixteen inches!!" before fainting again!
I felt a cool sponge being gently dabbed on my eyes, cheeks, forehead, and
neck. My eyes fluttered open, and slowly began to focus on the smiling, almost
loving face of Mistress Tasha. I was lying in a large femininely dressed bed
on a quilted pink satin and lace comforter that matched the colors of my
cruelly tight corset and my pretty ruffled panties my new Daddy had provided
me to wear.
"I see our pretty new princess is awake!" she exclaimed. "Feeling better,
little girl?"
I nodded, still unable to do much more than lightly pant to breathe.
"Corsets take a little getting used to, especially when they make your waist
so tiny and cute, Prissy Petra!" Tasha giggled, dabbing more of the cool
sponge on my face and neck. "Just rest for a moment, then we’ll get you all
made up and pretty!"
As she applied the refreshing sponge, she caressed my exposed little teen
breasts, fondled my thighs, and ran her middle finger through the silk and
ruffles of my childish little panties back and forth over my wet little
rectum, making my now naturally girlish "pussy" flow once again, itching and
aching to be filled. I mewled quietly, bucking my butt against her stimulating
fingers.
"Oh, so you like that do you?" she asked, rhetorically.
Whimpering, I nodded again, closing my eyes and rocking on her long tapered
and scarlet probing fingernail. I was really beginning to enjoy myself when
Madame walked into the room.
"Prissy Petra, meet Erin, daughter of Ilsa, High Priestess of Morphea, Bearer
of the Ring." Tasha spoke with reverence, bowing her head to our Priestess as
she approached my bedside.
"Are you well, dear?" Erin asked, with almost genuine concern.
"Yes, Ma’am," I whispered…in a real girl’s voice! As my pleased look of shock
spread across my now cherubic little face, Erin beamed at me reassuringly. "
Yes my sweet baby girl, even your little voice," she smiled benignly.
"Lady Morphea has smiled upon you, my child… You now have breasts. Real
breasts that will grow and give milk." She rested a hand on my tummy as she
sat beside Tasha. "Your clitty will no longer get hard, and your little pooper
has been changed to simulate a real vagina.
You have two female clitori; one on your sphincter and one on your
prostate…both are linked to your little balls and the only way you can cum is
to have sex like a girl! But, you’ll LOVE it!!!"
She saw my head reeling behind my pretty blue eyes.
"Oh, that’s not all, my dear Petra," she said, stroking my satin covered
navel. "Your little body will react to the presence of semen making contact
with you either internally or externally. The more you’re exposed to it, the
more naturally female you will become, until the boy your were is gone
forever, and all that remains is the beautiful little girl you are!"
"I-I do-don’t know what to say!" I stammered, in my newfound girlie lilt.
"Than-Thank you so much!" I squeaked. I hadn’t yet been told just how to
address her.
Erin chuckled. "Oh, there’s a cloud ‘round every silver lining, sweet child….
for the more feminine and beautiful you become, the more insatiable you’ll
become as well, eventually craving men and desperate to be used by them all
the time, and you’ll stop at nothing to fulfill your lusts."
Somehow her warning didn’t sound much like a cloud I wouldn’t want dangling
over my head. As a matter-of-fact I thought I’d welcome its company!
<>
With an air of dismissal, Erin rose to her feet, smiling down at me. "I know
you’ve had a long morning, dear child, but it’s just the beginning of your
journey. Since you’ve learned how to breathe, now it’s time for Mistress Tasha
to continue your lessons." She pivoted around gracefully on one foot and
seemed to float out of the room, glancing back over her shoulder she bade me,
"Be a good little girl, Petra, it has its advantages!"
Reality held conference with Conscience, Sensibility, and Cultural Acceptance,
and was immediately overthrown by lifelong Fantasy, Dreams, Desire, and
Prayer, as Mistress Tasha gripped my dainty little hand and shoulder and
helped me to sit in the cruelly restrictive corset.
"Can you make it to the vanity?" She asked, almost empathetically.
"I think so," I answered, not really sure of myself.
"Here, little girl, let me help you!"
She gently swung my little legs off the bed until my toes wiggled in the soft
fleece carpeting, then wrapped one arm about my waist as she slipped her hand
under my nearest arm and helped me to stand shakily, still weakened from my
fainting spells. Taking a step, she urged me along with her and we slowly made
our way to the vanity. My sensitive new little boobies jiggled lightly with my
movements and were tickled by the caress of my beautiful long hair. This
re-arranged new, girlish little nubile body felt nice, but it was gonna take
some getting used to! That’s OK, I knew I’d suffer through! Sigh!
<>
Tasha gently led me to the white satin-skirted red velvet vanity stool and
turned me around so she could help me be seated. I gasped in pain as the
tightly laced corset restricted the efforts of my middle body to resume its
naturally relaxed state, and kept my posture undauntedly erect. The plush, red
velvet covered cushion felt warm and soft through the silk of my ruffled pink
panties, and I began to itch and moisten again! I was becoming one horny
little girl!
"You make a much prettier 12 year old girl than a fourteen year old guy,
Prissy Hon!" My new big sister beamed, toying with her ponytail. Then almost
distractedly, she added, "I always wanted a little sister to teach how to help
me please Daddy. Besides," she smiled evilly and looked me in the eye with a
foreboding gleam in hers, "He just loves sexy, tight little virgin sissygirls
like you sweetheart!"
I gulped as Mistress Tasha reached for a towlette to dab the oily perspiration
from the soft new radiant skin of my angelic little face, then, holding my
chin up lightly with one hand, she began skillfully blending the foundation
that she applied into my skin. The smell of it was intoxicating and I
remembered it from years ago, back when Ma respected herself enough to wear
it. We’d been close then….. But, I digress!
My enticing blonde teenage mistress began working on my eyes with the
meticulous skill of a sought after artist on a fresh canvas, selecting from an
astonishingly elaborate color palette, and a well-stocked quiver of assorted
application tools. It seemed to take forever, and I began to understand why it
took my real sister so long to get ready for anything! I tried to steal a
glance in the mirror from the corner of my eye and was silently reminded it
was draped in a white satin veil.
"Ah, Ah, AHHH!" Tasha smiled. "Nooooo CHEATING!" She giggled youthfully. I
could tell she was having fun, and I really liked her playful attention!
The seductive, older adolescent then artfully painted my eyebrows and cheeks.
Melding the color with the foundation she previously applied, she brilliantly
shaped my cheeks and cheekbones. She leaned back to inspect her work, gently
turning my evolving little face from side to side and touching up any flaws
that she found, though they were few.
An artist’s work is never done, and neither was her’s, as Tasha expertly began
lining and enhancing my lips with succulently wet and shiny peach lip color,
making them even more pouty and innocently inviting.
"OOOOO Prissy! Your lips look like they’re ready to suck start a Harley!" She
laughed, "I can hardly wait to try them on for size! They’re soooooooo
prettyyyyyyyyy!!!" I felt my face flush, blushing with embarrassment and pride
as I smiled nervously and sweetly whispered, "Thank you Mistress Tasha!"
She smiled at the way I responded to her, then gently stroked and fondled my
long golden tresses, studying my hair as if deciding what to do with it. Her
eyes twinkled as the light bulb flashed in her head.
"I've got it!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.
She took one side of my head at a time, skillfully giving me three way braided
pigtails, tied at the tops and ends with pretty white ribbons. She then
clipped a big pretty white bow atop my head just behind my long bangs, which
she brushed lightly forward.
She sat back and inspected her work, and smiled in self-satisfaction. Then she
picked up a small silver bell and rang it lightly. In response walked in the
two young maids that had fitted me with my pretty but painful corset.
"Mindy and Mandy will help get you ready!" Tasha explained. Both curtseyed and
immediately fell at my feet, grasping each of my dainty little feet while
Tasha started my manicure, and began giving me a wonderful pedicure. I was
ticklish and began to giggle. My laughter was contagious and soon we all
sounded like giggling schoolgirls at a slumber party!
My tootsie nails and fingernails now matched my peach lipstick, and even dry,
looked dripping wet. They were beautiful!
The girls then fetched white silk stockings and balled them up, having me
point my painted little peach toesies, and slide my dainty feet in each. They
unrolled and stretched them up my shapely smooth legs. My panties were
dripping as their tiny hands sheathed my legs with the incredibly soft silk
stockings, securing their elastic lace stay up bands mid-thigh, and smoothing
out the wrinkles with their soft caressing hands.
Whilst Mindy and Mandy helped with my stockings, Mistress Tasha selected a
front closure, under-wire bra that matched my girlish little panties and
helped me slip it on, fitting the cups over my pert little boobies, and
snapped the front closed at my cleavage with a click! My nipples, hard, hot,
and erect, jutted unabashedly through the soft pink silk of my pretty bra that
now lifted and pushed together my little breasts, creating cleavage I never
had before!
Helping me to stand again proved somewhat more of a task than usual thanks to
the confining nature of my corset, but help me they did. Soon after, I was
stepping into the petticoat Mindy held at my feet while letting Mandy slip the
shimmering white satin and lace matching camisole over my arms and shoulders.
Mindy raised my petticoat up my pretty legs and held the wide waistband in
place while Mandy laced it up for me.
My new big sister had been busy in the closet all this time, and when I saw
the pretty party dress she brought back, I squealed with girlish delight!!! It
had a shiny peach satin bodice with a ruffled white lace cravat dotted with
tiny pink satin hearts that buttoned underneath the starch white linen little
girl collar. Its sheer white chiffon short cap sleeves had shiny peach satin
ribbon ties at the openings that tied into pretty bows at the sides. The
billowing white, three-layered and tiered, wispy chiffon skirt flared way out.
Each layer was trimmed in peach satin piping and was dotted like the ruffled
cravat with little pink satin hearts. Finally, a wide pink lace sash divided
the bodice and skirt, and could be tied into a big pretty bow in back.
Mistress Tasha unzipped the back, and Mindy and Mandy helped her raise the
dress high over my head. I quivered with excitement as I happily and
submissively raised my dainty little arms high into the air so they could slip
it down over me, careful not to muss up my pretty hair and makeup. Waves of
pleasure washed over me as they lowered the precious little girl’s dress past
my budding breasts and over my waist and hips. Tasha zipped me up and buttoned
my pretty cravat in place while Mandy tied my lacy sash and Mindy fetched pink
lace bobby-sox with wide white lace trim sporting pink satin bows on the
front, as she put them on my feet and folded them down daintily. Then she
slipped matching finger-less wrist length gloves on my hands topped with pink
satin bows on the tops of my little wrists.
A little girl’s outfit is never complete without shoes and jewelry. Tasha fit
my ears with clip on amethyst heart shaped earrings in silver sets and hung a
matching pendant necklace on a long silver chin about my neck while Mindy and
Mandy slipped on and buckled my pink satin Mary-Jane’s.
Finally, they were through and guided me to a draped full-length mirror across
the room. They all watched me intently as Tasha unveiled the mirror to see my
reaction. My eyes lit up like diamonds, my jaw went slack, and dropped
momentarily in shock before my mouth spread in a happily girlish grin of
elation! The girl smiling back at me was the most beautiful creation I ever
had the privilege of seeing! Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes and
dripped down my feminine cheeks past the waterproof mascara and eyeliner that
framed my exotic eyes. I squealed with delight and threw my arms around
Mistress Tasha’s neck, kissing her sweetly on the cheek and thanking her
profusely.
No girl, not even my sister, could possibly be any prettier than the lovely
little twelve-year-old girl I couldn’t keep my eyes off in the mirror. She
turned and swayed to and fro with me, her gaze full of wonder, disbelief, and
utter joy!
"OH thaank you!!! Thank you all!!!!" I squealed "I just can’t wait 'til Daddy
sees me!!!"
Chapter Three
"A Little Girl’s Place Is At The Mall!"
Ivan stood stately as he opened the car door for Mistress Tasha and I to
disembark at the newest mall in the upscale part of town. A full three stories
tall, the mall boasted over 200 stores and eateries, an ice skating rink, a 16
screen Cineplex, a fitness center, two salons, and two night clubs.
As we walked hand-in-hand, I tried to imitate the wiggle of my new Big
Sister’s hips, and became patently aware of the men and boys whose eyes
followed us lustfully. When any one of them locked eyes with me, I’d smile and
wink at them flirtatiously, making the older guys blush and attempt to regain
their composure while the bulges in their pants swelled. I was hot-to-trot
jail bait and there were lots of eager fish to be caught!
We made our way to Victoria’s Secret where a helpful salesgirl took my exact
measurements for a Wonderbra. We purchased several in pinks and whites, some
were white with pink or red floral prints. Of course, every bra had a matching
panty and all were in exquisite silk or luxurious satin!
Before we left I was allowed to pick out wispy garter belts and silk stockings
to coordinate with each bra and panty set, and pretty little thigh garters, a
pair for each set… Before we left, we had purchased 10 complete sets and I was
thrilled that they all belonged to ME!
Our next stop was Macy’s, where we headed for the section for girl’s 7-14. I
tried out dress after dress, from fancy and frilly party and pageant dresses
like the one I wore, to light and airy sundresses and jumpers. I picked out
skirt and blouse sets, mostly of the schoolgirl type but some a little more
mature… Who knows? I might find a handsome boy or two to date if Daddy and
Mistress Tasha allow it. I hoped they would!
When we had made our final purchases, we’d have been laden with packages had
not Tasha checked them at the service counter and called Ivan on her cell
phone to come in and pick them up. We were both famished, as it was late
afternoon, and decided to stop for a bite in a little French café. The waiter
kissed our hands before taking our orders, and following Tasha’s example, I
ordered a lite chicken salad and a diet soda. Tasha taught me how to eat more
daintily, closing my teeth around each tiny bite and sliding it off my fork or
spoon with them so as not to smear my lipstick. When she paid the bill, I
whispered to her of my urgent need to tinkle. She laughed and led me by the
hand, like a little three-year-old, to the ladies room. I found an empty stall
and locked the door behind me, clumsily lifting and holding up my billowing
skirt and petticoat while tugging my panties down enough to allow myself to
sit and relieve myself. Ohhhhhh what a relief! Using the pink tissue I
delicately patted my tiny clitty dry, flushed, then stood to slip my pretty
ruffled panties back up in place, and dropped my petticoat and skirt, fussing
with them to make sure they hung properly.
When I exited Tasha was already seated at the vanity, touching up her
lipstick. After washing my hands in the fragrantly feminine soap, I joined
her, and pulled out my tube from my purse. Watching and imitating her, I did a
fairly good job of freshening my own lipstick. I still could not believe that
gorgeous pre-teen girl in the mirror was me!
We stopped at Steve Madden’s and Skechers for shoes befitting a girl my age.
At Chippendales we selected the loveliest bustiers, babydolls, teddies, and
chemises, then stopped at the Clinique counter for an instructional makeover
for me and a personalized cosmetics kit, including a vast array of chrome
handled applicators and brushes.
Petticoat Fair was next on our list, and we selected five different
multi-layered petticoats of varying lengths and styles, with matching
camisoles and a few less elegant full and half satin slips. Poor Ivan had to
be called in again!
We stopped in at Danskins for leotards, tutus, tights, and figure skating
outfits. Venus Swimwear provided me with a dazzling array of daringly sexy one
and two-piece swimsuits, either with skirts attached or accompanying sarongs
or wraps. Parklane had a wonderful selection of hosiery, anklets, and gloves.
The Paul Mitchell Salon gave me a delightful light perm of loose and bouncy
curls. The style was a little grown up for me, but it made me sexy. If only my
real sister and mom could see me NOW!!! <> I could steal any of my
sister’s boyfriends away in a heartbeat!
Our last stop was Claire’s, where we spent the better part of an hour picking
out necklaces, bracelets, rings, and ankle bracelets, all coordinating. Tasha
showed me earrings to match and I whispered ruefully, "But Mistress, I can’t
wear these, they’re for pierced ears!"
"And what girl your age doesn’t get her ears pierced, my dear Petra?"
My heart leapt into my throat and I hugged her sweetly. "Can I really get them
pierced?"
"Of course, little sister, you think I want my friends to know that you wear
clip-ons? You’re not THAT little!" she giggled.
As we left the mall arm in arm, my stinging little lobes boasted the most
gorgeous diamond studs you ever saw! I pulled out my compact and admired them
in the mirror every few seconds, I was sooooo pretty! Never had I felt this
happy!
We rode in the back of the limo with the trunk packed to the brim! I was
exhausted and my feet hurt from all the walking. My ribs ached under the
restriction of my pretty corset, yet I couldn’t remember a day in my life that
had been more fun! So this is why girls loved shopping so much!
We kicked off our shoes and turned on the stereo, slipping in the latest Back
Street Boys CD, and snuggled up to each other. Tasha asked about my life and
me and, as I laid my head on her bosom, I couldn’t help but bare my soul. She
held me as I tearfully recounted how I’d longed to be a little girl all my
life, how bad things had gotten when my genetic dad died. How classmates and
my sister had rejected me because I was so effeminate, called me "FAG" and
"Pansy" and "PUSSY" and every other vile name in the book. Never able to share
with anyone how I truly felt and who I really was inside.
As I sobbed, she gently stroked my pretty curls, shushing me tenderly and
promising that, if I’d do what I was told, I’d never feel this kind of pain
again.
I sniffled back my tears, becoming aware I had soaked the bust line of her
black leather dress with my sadness. In her arms I came to know I’d found
acceptance and… maybe even love I’d never known before!
Chapter Four
"In Flight Training"
Ivan pulled the luxurious limousine through the gates and onto the ramp at the
private airstrip reducing his speed to the 5-MPH posted speed limit. At 8 PM,
it was almost dusk, and the control tower’s beacon was already beaming its
blue and white beams out to the horizon in its 360-degree rotation. Brilliant
electric blue lights framed the runways, and I was awestruck by how pretty
they were. We passed slowly by rows and rows of small aircraft of every color
and description, even some bi-planes and a couple of helicopters! I’d never
been to an airport before, and I was fascinated by all the different kinds of
flying machines there were.
We turned into the jet section and rolled by all kinds of single and twin
engine private jets before finally coming to stop alongside a sunset yellow
Cessna Citation; Cessna’s answer to the Learjet! Ivan stopped the car and set
the brake, then, leaving the engine running, he removed his chauffeur cap and
replaced it with a pilot’s hat. He left the car and we looked on as he
unlocked and opened the door, pulling it down to unfold the small stairway
that led into the plane. He went inside and a few minutes later the engines
roared to life and the running lights came on. Golly, it was loud, even
through the muffling provided by the thick limo walls!
Ivan held open the door for us as, for the third time that day, we left the
comfort of the spacious white Lincoln Limousine. Sensing my apprehension,
Tasha slipped a sisterly arm around my waist and pulled me close next to her.
"Ivan," she shouted over the din of the twin engines, "This will be Miss
Petra’s first time to fly, would you show her around?"
"Why Yes’m, I’d be delighted, Miss Tasha! Miss Petra?" He proffered his hand
to me and I accepted it daintily. He was a tall hunk of a man, taller than I
remembered my new Daddy being, with the broad shoulders of a football player.
Even through his uniform I could tell he had a chest and abs of steel. He
escorted me to the jet with Tasha close behind, and preceding me up the
stairway by a couple of steps, he turned and grabbed my waist, lifting me
effortlessly into the aircraft and setting me on deck.
I’d never imagined such luxury in an airplane before. Thick plush carpeting
and mink upholstered sofas, lamps, a television, and stereo made it seem more
like a parlor than an aircraft cabin. He showed me around the room, telling me
I’d find all kinds of music from N’ Sync to Hanson to The Backstreet Boys, to
Madonna, Britney, Mandy Moore, and Sade in the CD collection for my enjoyment.
To the rear of the jet were the facilities to which he tastefully referred as
"the Powder Room". My Gawd, it even had a shower!!!
He led me forward to the kitchenette, equipped like those of a posh hotel with
stove, oven, sink, and fridge with freezer, and lots of cabinets all filled
with generous amounts of food, caviar, and wine. We then entered the cockpit.
My mouth dropped in surprise at the vast array of instruments, switches,
levers, and controls of all types. I’d never known flying took so much
complexity!
"Miss Petra, I know dis be de firs time you be flyin’, if youze wans, youze
can sit up here and watch de take off if das OK wit Miss Tasha"
"Wonderful idea, Ivan, would you like that Prissy Petra?" Tasha asked smiling.
I was as nervous as a whore in church, but I didn’t want our studly captain to
feel I was ungracious so I timidly accepted his invitation. As he strapped me
in, I confessed, "Ivan, I’m a little scared!"
"Don be worryin yo perty li’l head Miz Petra, Ahs gon fly you to yo Daddy like
an Eagle wit her hatchlin’. Jes lemme buckle you in nice an tight! You is safe
an soun’ wit Cap’n Ivan, yeah!"
Tasha retreated to the cabin, and Ivan went through his pre-flight check,
explaining to me in terms I could understand each thing he did and why.
Airport porters had already stowed our cargo, removed our tie-downs, and
secured the door, then drove the limo back to the parking lot long before our
studly captain had finished his routine preliminaries.
Easing the throttle a little forward, Ivan taxied us slowly toward the runway.
Stopping short, he got clearance from the tower before taxiing into position
for take off. As there was not much traffic, we didn’t have long to wait
before the runway stretched out before us. "Berringer Tow-ah, dis is Novemba 2
3 4 oh 5 niner Tango requestin’ clearance to take off on runway 2 oh three,"
he spoke into the mike.
"Roger, November Tango, you are clear, winds are south by southwest at 15,
visibility is unlimited. Have a nice flight"
"Rogah, Tow-ah, Rollin’!"
Ivan opened the throttle gradually to full and we raced down the runway. I
felt every bump and crease in the pavement and my eyes got wide as I felt the
g-forces push me back into my seat. Seconds later, he pulled back on the yoke
and the jet’s nose preceded us off the ground and we climbed swiftly into the
air!
I heard a strange whirring sound and felt a distinct "THUMP!" underneath and
behind me, and I jumped, startled. Ivan laughed, "Das jes de landin’ gear
foldin’ up, Miz Petra, everythin’ a’right!"
I peered out my window, watching the ground falling further and further below
us, becoming obscure as the last glimmers of sunlight faded in the west. A
tapestry of city lights twinkled below us like jewels on black velvet, taking
my breath away. Ivan began a slow banking turn to our right, tilting my side
of the jet toward the ground at a 45 degree angle as he did so. My knuckles
turned white as I subconsciously gripped the arms of my co-pilot chair in
terror.
"Relax, Miz Petra, you ain’ gon fall or nuttin’," Chuckled Ivan reassuringly.
As we continued the turn, I began to accept his confidence, and slowly my
tension ebbed away. We eased back into an even horizontal position as he
leveled out on course at an altitude of 30,000 feet.
The clear night, with the absence of surrounding city lights, made the sky
ablaze with twinkling stars. The full moon glowed with ghostly brilliance in
the center of it all. Ivan cut the cockpit lights to give me a better view. As
I gazed upon all the beauty, I became fully relaxed, even pondering the
question, "If God could make a Universe sooo beautiful, why couldn’t he have
made me the same way?"
"Petra?" Mistress Tasha called from the cabin.
"Thanks Cap’n Ivan, I-ummm-better go back now."
He aided me with my buckled straps on harness and released me from my
co-pilot’s chair and re-seated himself as I joined my new big sister and
mistress.
When I entered the cabin my mouth dropped open in shock! Mistress Tasha had
removed her black leather mini-dress and was now clad in a red latex cup-less
teddy. Her pear shaped, perfectly formed, "C" cup breasts with distended
reddish conical nipples stood proudly and invitingly on her chest. Red latex
garter straps supported her thigh length lace-top black silk seamed stockings,
sheathing legs made even more beautiful by her black patent 4" stiletto heels.
The teddy had a zipper that zipped from navel to the top of the crack of her
ass. I could see in the full-length mirror that the backside was as well
contoured as the front, hell, the teddy looked like it had been painted on
her!
She had touched up her makeup and her hair was still in the same sexy
ponytail. My pussy, instantly wet and itching, flowed even more copiously when
I spied the black leather riding crop she held in her black-opera length latex
gloved hand at her side, impatiently tapping her lower leg. The back and
crotch of my panties were soaked, and now juices were running down my
thighs!!! She turned me on sooo much!
"Time for your first lesson, little slave girl!" Tasha announced. "Turn
around, NOW!" She barked. "Lift your skirt and petticoat in back and hold them
up so I can see your pretty ruffled sissy panties, you little pussy!"
Terrified of her tone, I quickly obeyed. She grabbed a handful of my ass,
stroking my soaking wet rosebud of a pussy, complete with clit affixed, making
me whimper and tremble in pleasure.
"Damn, you’re a horny slut, Petra! Look how you’ve soaked my glove!!!" She
held her gloved hand in front of my nose and an odor similar to the aroma of
my sister’s soiled panty crotches filled my nose, screaming "GIRL juice!"
"Lick it up, bitch!"
I could feel my stocking tops dampening with my honey pot’s flowing juices as
I bent to her hand and obediently licked my juices slowly off of her hand,
relishing in the feminine taste.
She stepped back and expertly wielded her riding crop, playfully flicking each
of my little bunsies through the ruffles of my pretty little pink silk
panties. I yelped tearfully both times.
"Awwww, am I hurting the little sissy?" She giggled, rubbing the end of the
crop over my stinging tush.
"Y-Yes Mistress!" I sobbed.
"Oh stop your whining or I’ll give you something to whine about, CRYBABY!" She
punctuated each syllable of her last word with three more playful flicks of
her crop. "I’m just giving you a sample of how you’ll be punished from now on
if you’re a naughty and disobedient little slave girl!" Again two flicks of
the crop stung my firm little cheeks.
"You WON’T give me any reason to PUNISH you, WILL you Prissy Petra?" Four hard
strokes blazed my ass.
"No Mistress!" I bawled "I-I p-promise I’ll be a good little girl!"
"Good, I’m glad we understand one another, now dry up you sniveling sissy!"
Tasha barked "you may drop your skirt and petticoat now."
I choked back my sobs but tears still flooded my eyes and rolled silently down
my flushed face. I obediently let my skirt and petticoat fall, conscious to
check to make sure they hung properly.
Tasha placed a wide red leather fur lined collar tightly on my neck, locking
it securely. The beautiful 16-year-old domina connected a matching suspension
strap from the rear of the collar and to this a pair of matching handcuffs in
which she firmly secured my wrists, pulling my arms up uncomfortably in the
back.
"Kneel, faggot!"
I instantly fell to my knees at her feet. The rustling of my petticoat made me
shiver with pleasure and the pain slowly ebbed away from my girlish derriere.
Tasha paced in front of me, tapping her palm with her riding crop.
"You are nothing. You are a slave sissy; property to be owned and used by
people who are superior to you. I am superior. Your are your new Daddy’s
property and playtoy. HE is superior to you. The GUESTS you will entertain are
all superior to you. Even a lowly chauffeur and pilot like IVAN " (she spat)
is far more superior to you." She paused, letting this much soak in. "Your
feelings and desires are irrelevant. If you gain pleasure from serving the
needs of our household and our guests, all the better. It’s nice to enjoy your
work."
"I don’t mean just sexual needs, " she started after a pregnant pause. "You
will bathe and clothe us, and perform menial tasks beneath those of our
servants and maids and be at our beck and call." She smiled evilly. "You will
worship us and the ground we bless with our feet!"
She stopped her pacing and put her fists on her hips. "Now my Prissy Petra,
worship my feet."
I immediately bent at the waist and rained frosty peach kiss prints on both of
her stiletto heeled feet and she continued with her lecture. "instant,
unhesitating and unquestioning obedience is demanded of you, no matter how you
feel about the orders you are given. Anything less from you will bear
consequences you do NOT want to pay! Just as proving your dedication and love
of your new life will shower you with untold rewards. You DO understand me,
don’t you slavesissy?"
"Yes Mistress!" I squeaked between licks as I desperately tried now to lick my
offending shiny peach lip-prints from her desirable feet.
"Very GOOD, Prissy Petra!" she praised "it seems you know your place! Now work
your away slowly up my legs!" As I began to obey her, she turned around,
facing away from me.
I licked her ankles and calves with long slow strokes of my tongue, tasting
the scent of her perfumed legs as I worked my way slowly up her stockinged
legs. My hard little nipples were hot with the need for attention and my
rectal pussy was wet and itching, aching to be stretched and filled as my
tongue found the creases of her legs behind her knees and lingered there.
As I moved up her stockinged legs and bathed her lower thighs with my tongue,
she moaned softly. Her own juices began seeping from the sides of the crotch
of her shiny red latex teddy, slowly oozing down her creamy milk smooth
thighs. I progressed to the floral lace tops of her stockings where I had my
first taste of her feminine flow, and I quivered in desire. I hungrily licked
and mouthed the hot womanly flesh of my Mistress’ youthful teenage thighs,
gingerly sucking every inch of them into my hot little, peach lipsticked,
mouth an inch at a time.
"Ohhhhh Prissy… That’s nice girlFRIEND!"
Thus praised, I doubled my efforts to please her, running my tongue up her
inner thighs from her lace topped stockings to her dripping wet crotch
repeatedly, switching from thigh to thigh as I did so. She trembled and shook,
grabbing my golden curls, and drove my face into the back of her zippered
crotch as she came!!! I sucked and sucked on her crotch, desperate to drink
every drop of her feminine nectar as even more flowed over my face.
With her free hand she gripped her zipper behind her and lowered it to my
sucking mouth, then spread her beautifully shaped globes to permit me access
to her rosebud. To my surprise it too had a hooded clitty on it’s uppermost
rim. Her anal pucker flexed open and closed, squirting tiny streams of clear
girly juice on my nose.
I dove between her buttocks, passionately soul-kissing milady’s asshole. I
searched her anal clitty out from under its hood and sucked on it fiercely. No
longer in as much control as she would have me believe, she humped my mouth,
cooing and whimpering as the pleasure mounted inside her.
When I nibbled her clit softly with my teeth she gripped my head with both
hands and forced my face into her ass, screaming as she flooded my mouth and
face, smothering me as I slurped and rimmed her asshole. She held me there
tightly as she came again and again. I’d turned almost blue before she finally
cast me off of her sending me sprawling and gasping for air as she panted,
falling to her knees, and holding on to the ottoman for support.
"Damn, you’re good Prissy Petra!" She panted. "I have to give you an A+ for
that one little girl!" she smiled back at me.
I managed a big grin as I gasped for air, pleased with myself for my very
first good grade as a little girl. Slowly we recovered as the jet made a slow
banking course correction to the left. When it leveled off, Mistress Tasha
rose to her feet and guided me back onto my knees.
"Lesson Two, little one!" she giggled. Her crotch was inches from my face as
she reached between her thighs to grasp her zipper and slowly draw it forward
and up. Her huge semi-erect cock fell out, smacking my upturned face.
I stared at it in shock and disbelief. Never had I suspected, for even a
moment, this lovely teenager could have been born like myself; a boy!
She began answering my un-voiced questions.
"Daddy and Mommy divorced when I was nine because she was a gold digging
bitch!" Tasha spat. "He retained custody. When I was 10 years old, he caught
me dressing in her lingerie, and instead of freaking out, he had the maids
instruct me in dressing, make-up, and deportment, while he searched for the
best answers for my problem." She explained as she rubbed her hardening tool
on my cheeks.
"I was almost eleven when he flew me down to see Madame Erin. Over the years,
I’ve transformed into what you see before you. I’ve been devoted to pleasing
Daddy ever since, and thankful enough to our maids and servants to see to
their pleasure as well, although I must admit I’ve had more fun than I
could’ve dreamed!"
"I was still lonely, longing for a little sister to play with and share in my
duties. Now, finally after all these years, you’re here; my little sister, my
slavesissy!"
"Priscilla Petralynne Rockefeller, you may now worship my boyclit!"
Tasha pointed her now fully erect 9" cock at my face. I leaned forward,
parting my glistening peach lips and passionately kissed her boyclit right on
the pee-hole. Slowly and sensuously, I covered her boymeat from her balls to
tip with hot, wet, opened mouth girly kisses. Each time I kissed her, her love
club twitched. As I kissed along the thickened veins, her pulse vibrated my
lips. I felt a rush of power course through me as I paid homage to her last
vestige of manhood, knowing I stimulated her so!
I lovingly kissed her hairless ball sac, then using my tongue, separated them,
twirling my wet little tongue around each, sucking them in my pretty little
mouth. I began licking her girl-cock from base to tip, lustfully swathing it
with my little girl spittle. Oh GAWD, so THIS is heaven!
Circling my tongue around the purplish helmet shaped head one more time, I
parted my painted lips and engulfed her manly specimen in my mouth, sucking
her down my throat. I fought off my gag reflex and continued working my way
down her enormous shaft, until I was pressing my girlish lips to the flesh
from where it sprouted. There I paused, sucking her for all life was worth,
before bobbing my head slowly up and down her boyclit.
She grabbed my girlishly styled hair and began pumping her throbbing meat into
my mouth and throat, reining me into her thrusts by my hair, fucking my mouth
with abandon!
Her thrusting continued for what seemed forever as I tirelessly sucked her
throbbing member. Finally she grabbed my hair hard, trust herself all the way
in and erupted down my throat!
I gulped and swallowed frantically, not wanting to waste a drop, both for my
instantaneous love of her taste, and for fear of repercussions.
I was a good little girl and managed not to waste a drop! She collapsed to her
knees and drew me down to lay by her side. Still bound in my restraints, we
kissed like long lost lovers. And her hands roamed my girlish body.
Suddenly the Prophecy of Lady Erin came true! My fingernails became longer,
and deep behind my minuscule soft penis I felt a uterus form!
Chapter Five
"The Homecumming"
We banked again to the left, leveled off, and began a slow descent.
"20 minutes before we land ladies!" came Ivan’s voice over the speakers.
"C’mon lets get ready," Tasha said. She un-cuffed my wrists and wiggled into
her black leather mini-dress once more and lifted her ponytail up so I could
help her with her zip. When I pulled it up, the garment closed about her, and
it began hugging and emphasizing her every delicious curve!
Tasha sat at the vanity and touched up her make up. So envious I was of her,
she was sooooo pretty! She had me sit and repaired my make up as well,
brushing out my long pretty golden hair.
"Please take yo seats ladies, and buckle up tight!" spoke Ivan’s voice over
the speaker. We rushed to comply and our jet banked again, this time sharply
to the left. Leveling off with our nose still inclined in descent we heard the
landing gear bay doors open and the gear unfold, thumping loudly as it locked
into place. The nose of the aircraft rose as we continued our descent, and I
felt a mild bump as Ivan greased the jet onto the runway, gently smoothing the
nose-wheel down as well. He applied reverse thrust to brake us and shortly
thereafter we taxied off the runway.
Minutes later we came to a stop and the engines slowed and died off in
silence. The cockpit door opened and out walked the smiling Ivan. Our gorgeous
pilot opened and lowered the cabin door, unfolding the staircase and
disembarked. As each of us approached the door, he lifted us by the waists and
set us on our feet upon the ground like a cowboy helping ladies off of a
stagecoach.
Another limo awaited us; this one was painted with shiny pink metal-flecked
paint. The interior was upholstered in white chinchilla, and as we seated
ourselves, I thrilled at the feel of the luxurious fur through my sexy silk
stockings!
Ivan took his seat as the porters anchored the jet and loaded our trunk from
the cargo hold. As several porters were in attendance it only took a few
seconds, and as the trunk closed, Ivan once again switched to his chauffeur’s
cap. He started the engines and began the slow drive off of Daddy’s private
airfield and through the massive gates that were the rear entrance of the
estate. As we slowly ascended the winding drive, Mistress Tasha explained that
this was Daddy’s luxurious 160-acre rolling estate. Huge gas-lit torches
framed either side of the drive about every 20 yards casting their bright
firelight over the smoothly paved road.
Even in the dead of night I could make out the riding stables, tennis courts,
and a low-impact running track surrounding a soccer field. Five guesthouses;
small and quaint but elegantly appointed surrounded the small underground
spring fed lake. Each guesthouse had a two-car garage and a private boat slip
with high-speed ski boats in each.
As the main house pulled into view, my breath was taken away! It was a huge
three story Gothic building reminiscent of medieval castles, lords, ladies,
knights, and damsels! Huge ashen stone blocks formed the exterior of the
imposing semicircular mansion that cupped in its embrace a large circular
swimming pool illuminated at four opposite points with the same torches that
had lit our way here. Smaller torches lit every ground entrance. Soft light
glowed from almost every window and sliding glass door, peering through the
openings of the velvet and lace draperies that adorned their interiors. I felt
like Cinderella approaching the castle of my Prince in my horse drawn
carriage, ready to attend the ball that my evil stepmother and sisters had
conspired to keep me from. I silently thanked the Goddess Morphea for Mother
Erin, my fairy godmother!
We drove to the south end of the building and Ivan used a remote to admit us
through the gates into the subterranean garage. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Lamborghini’s, Porches, BMW’s, and Mercedes’ were everywhere! There was even a
Roll’s Silver Ghost limo there!
We stopped at an elevator and Ivan held the door open for us as we
disembarked.
"Have our parcels taken to Miss Prissy’s room, Ivan," ordered Tasha. "Have the
attendants join us to prepare her for our Daddy, and inform the Master we have
arrived safely!"
"Yes’m Mistress Tasha!" Ivan smiled broadly, and set off to fulfill her wishes
as she took my dainty hand and led me to the elevator. As the doors closed
behind us, Tasha spoke, "Third Floor!" and the elevator smoothly ascended.
The glass rear wall revealed glimpses of the regal elegance of my new home.
Omigod! I thought. My new HOME!
We arrived at our floor and the elevator announced in a girlishly feminine
voice, "Third Floor," and opened onto a long wide curving hall. The floor was
covered wall to wall with exotic Persian carpeting in rich reds and gold’s
with breathtaking peach tulip and pink rose accents. Gold velvet upholstered
benches with carved mahogany legs nestled between the doors of each suite.
Down the center of the hall about every 20 feet there were four foot, nude,
pink porcelain statuettes of angels with white spread wings tipped in pink.
The angels looked up to their hands which each holding a white spray of fiber
optic lights that moved fluidly as they were fanned by the air. Above each
bench were wall-sized paintings of nude and semi-nude, unbelievably beautiful,
young girls, and Shemales that looked to range in age from eight to eighteen.
The paintings were framed with wall to ceiling immaculately white satin and
lace Priscilla draperies which were hung on the pastel pink walls. The ceiling
was covered in bronze plated brass tiles, stamped with intricate sunbursts and
snowflake patterns.
The door of each suite was a heavy unfinished but well polished oaken double
door, richly carved with abstract patterns and embellished with heavy brass
knobs in their centers. Their frames were spiral lathe cut mahogany, the color
richly contrasting with the doors they framed.
Just around the bend in the curve on the right was the door to my suite! Can
you believe it? A sexy little thirteen-year-old girl with her very own SUITE!
Tasha swung wide and inward the magnificent doors to reveal a poshly feminine
sitting room befitting a popular boy-crazy girl my age! I rushed in and darted
into the adjoining rooms, eager to take in all.
A well equipped and stocked kitchen was off to the left, to it’s right a
little girls playroom with big armchairs, HD television, and a phenomenal
stereo system and CD collection were surrounded by doll cribs and doll houses
and posters of teen heartthrobs and awesome Chippendale dancers.
To the right of my playroom was the most elegantly appointed powder room I’ve
ever seen! Powder pink fluffy fleece carpeting wall to wall, centered by a
large freestanding porcelain circular Jacuzzi tub on golden leg’s, elevated on
a marble platform with steps leading up it from four directions. There was a
double vanity, each equipped with brightly lit three way mirrors, drawers and
drawers of cosmetic and hygiene products, and appliances of every
description., a linen closet was stuffed full with pink and white Turkish bath
towels, hair turbans, and plastic shower caps. There was a shower stall with
brass fittings and a swinging glass door. Of course there was also the commode
and bidet.
As I entered the next room, I gasped for air and squealed with delight!!!
Never had I Imagined this fairy princess’ bedroom!!!! It would take me days to
describe every nuance and detail of the room!!! Suffice it to say, any girl
from eight to sixteen who was given the room would have thought she died and
went to heaven! The walk in closets had loads of every imaginable style of
dress worn by girls seven to fourteen, and all of them were in my size. There
were also petticoats in the most fem styles, frills, and lengths. Lets not
forget the three pink satin French maid uniforms trimmed in white lace either!
Just then the porters arrived with my parcels, and Mistress Tasha directed
them in putting everything away. I noted that my lingerie chest already was
loaded with lots of things to explore. Within 20 minutes, they departed and in
walked four French maids in white satin uniforms, which I learned later meant
"personal attendants." One of them began a fresh bath. Pouring in bath oil,
milk bath, oatmeal bath, and powerful scents. Mistress Tasha gave them their
instructions then turned to me.
"Prissy Petra, I will leave you in these ladies very capable hands, you are to
obey every command. They will make you beautiful for our Daddy. I will be back
soon."
"Yes Mistress Tasha!" I giggled, and curtseyed prettily.
As she turned to go I heard the call behind me; "This way Miss, please!"
I turned toward the group of lovely girls in their early twenties and immersed
my self with them. They swiftly but carefully disrobed me, revealing my tiny
clit, slender waist, firm butt, and bouncy "A" cup titties. While two of them
disposed of the soiled clothes and lingerie in their separate "dry cleaning"
and "laundry" chutes, the other two guided me gently up the steps and into the
tub laden with frothy bubbles. I was fitted with a pink plastic shower/bath
cap to protect my pretty "do" as they lowered me in until all but my neck was
submerged in the most sensual bath I could ever imagine!
They surrounded me and four pairs of hands meticulously and sensuously bathed
my girlish body, leaving no flesh untouched. The scented bath oils and bubbles
softened my skin and smelled sooooo pretty! I was beginning to get aroused;
with eight hands fondling and caressing my silky smooth flesh all at once and
everywhere, who could’ve blamed me?
Soon the bath was over, much to my disappointment, and I was helped to
standing for my rinse. Then two of my lovely attendants helped me step out of
the tub into the waiting hands of another attendant who patted me dry with a
big, pink, Turkish, fluffy bath towel, wrapping me in its warmth while the
fourth angelic blossom removed my protective cap and fussed with my hair.
Chatting gaily and sweetly about what a pretty little girl I was, Emily,
Millie, Lacey, and Stacey surrounded and led me into my femmy gorgeous
boudoir, helping me to smooth my towel under me and be seated on the revolving
red velvet padded stool of my vanity. Spinning me to face her, the adorable
Lacey, with the jet black pixie hairstyle and the stunningly beautiful emerald
green eyes, worked deftly to remove the last traces of my daytime makeup.
I was spun a quarter turn to the left, where, much to my excitement I came
face to clittie with beautiful ashen blonde Emily, who had her frilly white
French maid’s skirt and petticoat hiked up, and her silk and lace white
panties tucked beneath her balls. "Time to tip the help!" She giggled,
grabbing my pigtailed head and shoving her 6" clittie between my girlish lips.
I was in heaven with the second boyclit I’d ever sucked in my life! Suck it I
did, with all I had in me. Just as she began to piston in response, Stacey
spun me toward herself and fed me her delights! Just as soon as she moaned,
Millie spun me facing her to get some deserved attention, and no sooner than
I’d felt her boyclit throb in my mouth did Lacey introduce me to her own stiff
boyclit!
The service I gave each girl made them squeal and whimper, and the intervals
between service calmed them down, prolonging their pleasure, and delaying
their climaxes for almost an hour, but finally each of their bells tolled; and
they all tolled for me!!! The moment I swallowed each of their loads my
eyelashes thickened and grew longer, my waist became smaller, my hips grew
larger, and my ball sac tightened and lifted, receding into my scrotal cavity,
never to be seen again!
The beautiful satisfied Shemales licked my face clean of any errant goo, with
their feminine hands roving my girlish body as they did so. I was getting
hungry for more delicious cum!
Sated, my lovely attendants began preparing me for presentation their master;
my new Daddy! They’d opted for giving me the virginal Catholic schoolgirl
look. While Emily and Millie worked on my face, manicure, and pedicure, Lacey
and Stacey set about gathering the outfit I would wear.
I wasn’t allowed mirror privileges yet as I was drawn to my femmy bed where my
outfit had been laid out.
Full cut, fuchsia pink, silk Tinkerbelle panties with wide white lace bands
embellished with pink rose appliqués at the waist and hips, and encircling the
leg openings were held out for me by Lacey low to my girlishly pedicured feet.
I supported myself with a dainty feminine hand on her shoulders and stepped
into them. She slipped them slow and teasingly up my silky smooth preteen
legs, tucked my minuscule clitoris up into my scrotal cavity and tugged the
childish panties up ‘round my girlish hips and sexy derriere, patting me
sweetly on my firm little buns through the juvenile frilly cream pink and
white lace ruffles cascading down my full inviting backside. Emily held the
matching training bra/crop top cami vest combo with it’s soft contouring cups
over my head and I held my arms up like a little girl for her mommy while she
slipped and stretched the material over my budding femmy bust.
I shuddered with pleasure at the exquisite feeling of the developing little
girl’s style lingerie hugging and caressing my tender flesh.
Next Millie held out a simple white nylon and lace trimmed half-slip barely
14" long with pink satin piping separating the silk from the lace trimmed
bottom, and decorating the waistband as well. I stepped into it as I had my
pretty panties, and she slipped the waistband up over my navel. Thus the
garment served to tease and tickle the middle of my sexy little thighs.
OOOOOh, I could feel my sweet little pussy start itching again!
Emily helped me into my white satin blouse with sheer tulle cap sleeves tied
at the bottom with pretty red satin ribbon bows. It had a Peter Pan collar
trimmed with red satin piping, and a button-on tiered red lace cravat that
nestled on my slight but visible cleavage. It buttoned down the front with
faux, Fire Opal buttons.
Stacey wrapped my curvy waist with an adorable red tartan accordion pleated
skirt with a wide black leather belt and a sliver buckle sporting a large red
plastic heart in the center if it’s engraved design.
Lacey had me sit on the pink satin comforter and slipped sheer white lace knee
hi stockings up my taut calves and up to my pretty knees, leaving them exposed
for the world to see. The stockings had red satin bows in the front on top.
Mille then slipped a shiny black pair of black patent Mary Jane’s with red
lace bows on the straps onto my feet, buckling them securely in place. They
had a modest two-inch wedge heel.
Emily finished off my outfit by fitting a red glitter French beret loosely
upon my golden curls, pinning it in place to assure it did not fall when I’d
turn or tilt my pretty head.
Now it was time as we girls say, to "accessorize!" The girls fit me with a
ruby and diamond heart shaped ring, matching pendant necklace on a dainty
silver serpentine chain, dangling earrings, matching charm bracelet and an
anklet to match my bracelet! Finally, I was given a tiny red glitter shoulder
purse to match my beret, and a big fluffy white teddy bear with pink satin ear
linings, paw linings heart shaped nose, and a red satin bow around her neck.
As I clutched her to my cocked hip, as though a young girl might hold a baby
on hers, I was finally allowed the privilege of seeing myself in the mirror.
Indeed it was a privilege, for I’d never seen a more beautiful and enchanting
little schoolgirl in my life!!! I was like totally dying for Daddy to see how
pretty and sexy his new little girl was!!!
Just then Mistress Tasha walked into the room. She looked regal in a tea
length red satin body-hugging nightgown with a plunging v neckline displaying
her ample and beautiful cleavage. She wore a sheer gauzy red robe that trailed
slightly behind her, trimmed along her neck and torso with a wide band of
lace. The sleeves were long, flowing, and draping some 12" from her wrists and
also trimmed with same wide band of red lace. A red satin sash tied the robe
closed about her in a big sexy bow.
She eyed me intently and I managed a curtsey still holding Bambi Bear (the
name I gave my new baby). "We’ll have to work on that, Prissy dear."
Turning to my four new shemale friends, she said, "Well done, you may leave us
now." All four curtseyed in unison, bowing their heads low before filing
quietly out of my room.
Tasha paced slowly around her nervous new little sister, inspecting the look
my new friends had given me. Finally she stopped in front of me as I bashfully
looked down at my pretty feet.
"Adorable!" my Mistress praised me. "Daddy is going to eat you ALIVE!" she
laughed. Giggling, I stuck my index finger’s red manicured nail between my
smiling white toothy grin girlishly and replied, "Thank you Mistress, I hope
he likes me!"
"Are you ready to give all of yourself to him, submit your will to his, and
devote yourself to absolute obedience to his wishes, Prissy Petra?"
Beaming the happiest smile of my life and looking her fearlessly in the eye I
replied "More than you can possibly know, Mistress Tasha. I’ve never been more
ready for anything in my whole life!"
She kissed me lightly on my full pouty red lips and softly commanded, "then
follow me, pretty baby."
I minced behind her in my chunky 2" heels, careful to swing my hips
provocatively with each tiny step. Leading me to the vanity, she picked up an
atomizer of "Young Innocence" perfume and sprayed it liberally behind my ears,
upon my neck, along my bare arms, between by girlish thighs, and along my
pretty legs. True to it’s name, the scent would lure the lustful predator to
his eager virginal prey like a flame draws a moth to the end of its existence.
"Come child"
I obediently minced behind her out of my suite and down the gothic/erotically
decorated hall to the large double doors at the end. Two seven foot tall,
muscular, bald black men dressed in leopard skin loincloths swung the doors
open wide and admitted us to the Master’s suite.
My handsome blond Nordic Daddy was lounging in his black leather recliner with
a martini in one hand and a large jeweled ivory pipe filled with rare opiated
Thai hashish in the other. The pleasingly pungent aroma of the smoke permeated
the room and delighted my nostrils. He wore a short black silk sarong
concealing his matching thong style sling that encased and cradled his massive
endowment.
Just as he looked up and smiled warmly at me, the huge mahogany grandfather
clock struck twelve. It was midnight; the witching hour.
"There’s my sweet little girl!" he grinned, his eyes reflecting love and
burning desire. "Hi, Prissy Petra! Welcome to your new home!"
I was blushing fiercely and smiling shyly when I said as femmy as possible,
"Hi Daddy. Thank you! Your home is BEAUTIFUL!"
"Without you here, honey, I’m afraid it’s just a plain old boring house."
I blushed again, but my heart was racing and I couldn’t wipe the happy little
girl grin from my pretty red lips.
"Tasha, make your little sister and I a nice stiff drink, please. Then you may
leave us."
"Yes Master Daddy!"
"Come here Prissy, twirl around and let me see my sexy little schoolgirl."
Setting Miss Bambi down on a lamp table, I presented myself to my gorgeous new
Daddy. I spread my pretty skirt wide and twirled for him as slowly and femmy
as possible, turning my head to watch him lustfully survey my little girl body
from sexy head to toe with his lust filled eyes.
"MMMMMM I could just kiss and lick you all over, little girl! You’re so pretty
and sweet! Come over here now and have a seat." He patted his lap invitingly.
I minced to him daintily, and, remembering to smooth my pretty skirt under me,
seated myself a little more high on his body than I had originally planned,
accidentally perching my jiggling little buns upon his hot throbbing scepter!
I folded my arms around his neck and gave him a hot wet open mouthed kiss to
which he responded in kind, snaking his tongue between my pouty plump red
kissy lips and driving it into my hot wet little mouth.
Tasha returned from the wet bar and presented us our drinks, and after we
thanked her, she quietly slipped out of the room. Daddy and I sat silently,
talking with our eyes as we sipped our martinis. We set our drinks down
together and he fired up his illicit bowl. I’d never even so much as smoked
impotent homegrown yet and he held the pipe stem to my lips and bade me to
inhale. When my lungs could hold no more he bade me to suck in cool air behind
the smoke through pursed lips then hold my breath 'til I couldn’t stand it
anymore. Instantly I felt a rush of euphoric bliss, relaxation, and intense
sexual arousal, slowly exhaling through my nose then wiggling my virgin butt
upon his engorged manhood. He moaned and set his pipe down.
As we sipped our drinks, we chatted about the events of my long day, my flight
home, my beautiful suite; how he’d had it remodeled just for me, and how much
I dearly loved it. We finished our drinks as the grandfather clock chimed off
the quarter hour and without further adieu this awesome hunk raised the
recliner to normal, cradled me in his arms and stood as I encircled his strong
neck with my slender little arms.
He strode with me across the sitting room and down the hall, and over the
threshold like I were his blushing bride. It was a circular room with a thick
lead crystal dome centered over a revolving round waveless waterbed, with
black satin sheets and a matching crushed velvet comforter, blood red lace
dust ruffle, and crushed blood red velvet pillow shams. The full moon centered
above the top of the dome, beaming a cone of ghostly moonlight to envelope the
rotating bed. Soft new age mood music came from speakers in the walls all
around his boudoir. The sounds of rain, softly rolling thunder, and rippling
streams accompanied the instrumentals. Still holding me in his arms he sat on
the slowly spinning bed and kissed me hungrily, devouring my youthfully
girlish lips with his firm masculine ones.
Losing my last bit of control, I gripped his awesome erection through the silk
of his black sling and sarong, kneading it, and needing it desperately. He
broke off our kiss and set me on my knees in the center of the bed.
Whilst I knelt, and lovingly stroked the central object of my wanton lust, he
unbuttoned the lacy cravat if my blouse then slowly undid each of my faux fire
opal buttons. He peeled my pretty blouse off my shoulders and down my arms as
gently as a woman unwraps a present when she doesn’t wish to damage the
wrapping and what it may conceal.
I slipped my hands out of the sleeves and he tossed my blouse aside. His big
strong hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders and around my slender neck as
he drew me to him for another long, wet, impassioned kiss. I closed my lovely
eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of his masculine spice cologne as we kissed,
and kissed, and…….kissed. I was soooo much in love! I like never wanted this
moment to end, EVER!
We continued to kiss as his large hands fell to cup my pert preteen breasts
through the soft filmy material of my Tinkerbelle training bra, rolling my
adamantine hot little nipples betwixt his thumbs and forefingers. I whimpered
longingly around his probing tongue as he fondled me. I finally felt loved, I
finally felt like I belonged, belonged to
HIM! His hands roamed the curves of my waist, seeking out the fastener that
would open my little schoolgirl skirt. Finding it, he unhooked it and removed
it, tossing it to join my blouse in the dark hidden recesses of our love nest.
He broke off our kiss and laid me gently back on the center of the bed,
tugging my childish silky bra up over my pert baby boobies, head and up off my
arms. The soft white moonlight made my titflesh appear pale, and my aching
hard conical nipples seemed to glow with their heat! I reached up to untie his
sarong, and imitating his methods slowly peeled the sensuous garment off of
his totally awesome toned upper body tossing it into the darkness to join the
clothes he had stripped me of.
While exploring my curvaceous lover body through silk and nylon, and stroking
my bare flesh, Daddy engulfed my firm little ripe titty in his eagerly hot
mouth, teething it gently, scraping my young titflesh with his teeth and
drawing back to playfully bite and chew my hard pink nipple. I cried out with
pleasure, as any young girl would have under these circumstances. I felt his
hands under me, having found their way up my slip and ‘round my ruffle pantied
bottom, squeezing my firm buns tightly with his huge hands. His silk encased
cock pressed into the stocking sheathed calf of my right leg as he moved to
adore my tiny left breast in the same manner he had adored my right.
My panties were completely soaked now with my feminine emissions and I raised
and spread my knees to give him better access to my wet panty clad buns.
Sensing the emptiness I felt there, Daddy stroked my sphincter-clit through my
panties with his middle finger, and then he penetrated my love tunnel to the
depth of his nail, pushing my panties into it along with his fingernail. I
sobbed and my juices gushed, I shook from head to toe as I erupted from my
rectum with a volcanic feminine orgasm!
He pushed my slip up ‘round my tiny waist and grasped my pretty panties at
both hips. I rose up to allow him to tug the flimsy garment down off of me. He
left them dangling on my right ankle.
Without further hesitation he gripped my legs under my lower thighs and pushed
my knees up to my breasts, diving for my virginal wet rosebud. He engulfed my
small orifice and the adjoining clitoris in his hot eager mouth, sucking like
a madman starved in his asylum.
I had never been able to define the word rapture before this moment, but now
its definition came to mind with such clarity as you cannot conceive. Stars
collided causing supernovas within the depths of my being. Every nerve ending
in my body was on fire, and every cell of my body responded in kind. I had
never before felt so alive!
His tongue rolled over my sphincter and clit, and then probed its way inside
of my honey hole, delving deep into the recesses of my cherry love tunnel. I
grabbed his head and thrust my hips up again and again, meeting his probing
tongue with the same rhythm in my thrusts.
With my thrusts my little boobies bounced, their stiff hot nipples brushing
against my knees that were held there by my studly Daddy. I was squealing with
joy and whimpering with girlish passion! My juices flowed over his face, lips,
and tongue, as he tenderly and lovingly ate my pussy. When he took my anal
clit between his teeth and gently nibbled it my body convulsed from head to
toe, and I shook with the violence of a multiple orgasm, screaming "I’m
cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiinnnnngggg
DAAAADDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
His face and hair were soaked with the gushing flow of my juices as wave upon
wave of incredible passion crashed through me. He continued eating my pussy
with exuberance until I, at last, came down from heaven. He moved up my body
and straddled my pretty face, unsnapping his sling and tossing it aside,
un-trapping the huge 12" erection concealed within.
Without prompting, I puckered up my shiny red lips and kissed it all over,
smooching and smacking while all the time declaring my undying love for him. I
gently licked the tender glans just beneath his cockhead with my little pink
tongue, then swirled it round the huge purple helmet shaped head. He groaned
and pushed it past my painted lips, and I suckled like a baby on her mommy’s
breast, reaching up with both of my dainty little hands to squeeze and stroke
his huge throbbing love muscle as I nursed greedily on the tip of his fabulous
dick.
He grabbed my hair gently on either side of my head and began reining my mouth
up and down his shaft, It tasted wonderful and the heat of it filled my mouth.
His clean but strong musky odor combined with that of his masculine
perspiration making me feel heady and light. I pulled back to swirl my tongue
around his hot dickhead, catching a dollop of his salty precum as it dribbled
from his flexing pee slit. He pulled away from me and resumed eating my little
hot pussy once more. I mewled and squeaked and writhed under his loving
ministrations until I could take it no more.
"Make love to me now Daddy, please? I want to feel you inside me!" I
whispered, pulling at his shoulders. Daddy got into position, his cock laying
over my soft little boyclit. Oh Gawd how was I going to be able to take all of
that huge monster??!!?
He lifted my legs and rested my stocking sheathed ankles, with panties
dangling from one and jeweled anklet on the other, on each of his broad
shoulders. I looked up at him lovingly and then down between my pretty thighs
to watch him grab hold of his mammoth love club and rub the tip up and down
the divide of my buttocks, making several passes of my newly formed anal pussy
before pulling aside one of my firm cheeks and aiming it at the entrance to my
hot baby cunny.
I had heard horror stories from the kids at school about the pain of first
time anal sex and I prepared myself for it but as he leaned into it and slowly
penetrated me my fears were replaced by the greatest physical and spiritual
pleasure I had ever known. There was no pain at all, only intense pleasure and
desire for more! He moved in slowly and my anus swallowed his pliant purple
helmet, gripping it in warm welcome!!! He gasped and halted for a moment,
feeling my pussy repeatedly grip and relax on his huge dickhead.
"Oh Daddy YES!!! You feel sooooo good inside me!"
"UMMM you do too, sweetheart, so tight!"
"Gimme more Daddy, please??!!?" I pleaded with urgency, lifting my little hips
to urge my wee cunny further over his thick throbbing shaft. Releasing his
cock he now used both hands to spread my girly buns wider and accommodated my
request, careful not to damage me as he slowly and gently snaked his way
inside of me.
Leaning forward he lifted my hips higher off the bed, then shifting his weight
to his arms on either side of me he slowly drove himself all the way in, past
my prostate with the previously untouched clitoris bearing witness of his
passage.
I cried out loudly with joy. Then for some reason George Carlin’s line about
the "one eyed wonder worm fishing for brown trout" came to mind and I giggled.
I hoped he didn’t catch any!
Soon he came to rest, with his heavy ball sac melding with my tailbone. My
pussy flexed along his entire shaft, and his cock twitched and throbbed all
over. I wiggled under him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and smiling
through tears of joy I said "please daddy, please fuck me now!"
Needing no further urging, Daddy pulled back his hips, withdrawing his
colossal dong from the depths of my flexing canal, his shaft and cockhead
teasing both my femmy clits at once. I whimpered. His warhead remained inside,
and waited, poised for the launch.
3, 2, 1! He drove into me, HARD! I squealed ecstatically as he fucked me hard
and fast, giving me the full length of his masterful manhood with each thrust,
his balls slapping my tailbone hard with each thrust as he pistoned and
pummeled my virgin little hole.
Surely my passion could be heard all over the third floor as I squealed,
squeaked, moaned, and cried out for more, deeper and faster! Oh why couldn’t I
have been born a girl in this family? My pleasure intensified with each
thrust, emanating from both my anus and prostate in concentric waves
throughout the rest of my diminutive feminine body.
Little waves became big ones, big ones became breakers, and breakers merged
becoming a Tsunami, building to a crescendo in the core of my being. More
fireworks went off in my head than the fourth of July and Chinese New Year
combined! Every cell in my body seemed to explode and then be consumed by the
fire they generated, beyond that I cannot describe the intensity of the
orgasms I was experiencing. There are no words in any known language that
could be adequate to describe the pleasure and joy I was feeling. An epileptic
seizure is mild compared to the convulsions racking my petite slender
frame!!!!
"OH Gawd YES Dadeeee fuck me!!!! FUCK ME!!!!" I screamed "I’m
CUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!" Orgasm after orgasm rolled over me, and
my rectum nursed my hunky daddy’s love muscle to it’s own explosion.
Instantly soft pink light enveloped my tummy and groin. I felt ovaries form on
the sides of my new uterus and as more of his semen gushed into my bowels
labia were formed where my ball sac once was, and my boyclit formed into a
delicate female clit under it’s own protective hood.
My cravings for semen started at that moment. I wanted more, and very soon!
Chapter Six
"The Pleasure Of Service"
The pink luminous glow evaporated in the moonlight rising up into it in
vaporous curling tendrils until vanishing from sight. Daddy curled me up in
his arms and rolled me on my side spooning my lower body up in his crotch and
connecting the bare flesh of his chest and abdomen to the length of the naked
soft skin of my back.
I curled my arms around his and twisted around to kiss him passionately. We
kissed long and tenderly in the afterglow of our magical lovemaking, then with
the warmth of his body the adventures and excitement of the day took their
toll and I drifted off to a sound and blissful slumber.
We slept late and the sunlight flooded through the lead crystal dome, bathing
us under the thick velvet comforter with its heat. We woke together and Daddy,
wiping the slumber from his eyes called out "Computer?"
"Yes Master?"
"Polarize the dome please, two thirds."
The dome began to darken; reducing the sunlight’s brilliance to one third it’s
original intensity. He smiled at me and said "It pays to be rich, my pretty
girl!"
I giggled and pecked him on the cheek. "I love you Daddy!"
"And I love you, my sweet." He replied kissing me passionately once again. I
was hungry, but not for food. My body tingled all over with need and I pulled
away from him, crawling in just my sweaty half-slip and knee-hi stockings to
seek out my prize. There it was, lying on his belly, a full ten inches of
glory rising and lengthening quickly to the occasion. I grasped it with my
right hand, gripping and releasing as I slowly stroked the length of it, up
and down, up and down, mesmerized by its attraction and deliciously desirous
of the rewards it would produce.
Now fully erect, his twelve-inch spear commanded my attention, and I obeyed. I
planted hot, wet, and open-mouthed kisses, first ‘round his pee hole, then all
over his pulsing shaft and heavy balls. He pulled one of my little legs over
him so that I was straddling his head. My limp little ball-less boy-clit
dangling above his lips. I licked his balls and in turn he slathered his
tongue over my newly formed labia beneath my unwanted appendage, making my
whole crotch tingle with never before experienced sensations. I tongued up and
down his glorious man meat, tracing the tip of my tongue along its huge
pulsing veins. When his cock was slick with my spittle I opened my shiny red
lips and stretched them over his purple head, forcing my mouth down the length
of his beautiful dick as far as it would go. Meanwhile, back at my crotch,
Daddy engulfed my pretty pink boyclit in his mouth, sucking like a madman.
I bobbed up and down on his huge wiener, sucking on the downstroke and
swirling my tongue ‘round the heated shaft on the upstroke. With one hand I
cupped and fondled his heavy balls and with the other I daintily stroked the
manhood my pretty mouth could not attend.
Still sucking my limp and useless boyclit he gripped my left butt cheek and
pulled it aside, driving the middle finger of his right hand deep into my
well-lubricated anus. I squealed and came instantly, sending a torrent of
youthful girly goo down his gulping throat as I sucked him fervently.
Daddy moaned and began pumping his hips toward me, he froze and convulsed,
groaning deeply as his manhood twitched and exploded rivers of alkaline goo
into my pretty little mouth. I gulped and swallowed, stroking him with both
hands as he gushed thick streams of his essence down my throat. It was too
much, some squirted out of my nose like a big glob of snot all over his balls,
gleaming like a newly formed pearl on a tan velvet cloth.
When the last rivulet was milked from him my body took on more subtle changes,
my ears became smaller, my eyes somewhat bigger yet more almond shaped, my
lashes thicker and darker, and my irises turned to same piercing smoky blue
color both Daddy and Tasha had. And, as I relished the taste of my beloved
Daddy’s spunk, my hunger grew.
Daddy rolled me off of him and said "Time to earn your brunch my pet." Finding
his black silk sarong he wrapped and tied it loosely about him, then left to
summon the two guards at the door. Similarly clad and looking much like the
beefy black guards that had admitted my Mistress and myself last night, the
two cocksmen approached my tiny prone feminine form sprawled on the black
velvet comforter atop the bed. I scrambled up on my knees, and grabbed a big
pillow to conceal my jiggling breasts and groin.
One of the black men smiled and said "Easy there, little lady, nobody gonna do
no harm!" He said in a soft, soothing voice. Both men dropped their loincloths
displaying their huge thick endowments that were rising to the occasion in
full glory!
Instantly my nipples became hot and erect, and my rectal cunny began getting
wet and itchy. Besides, I hadn’t fed on enough cum yet, had I?
As they made their way to both ends of my outstretched body jungle drum
rhythms reverberated from the concealed speakers in the walls. My heart rate
beat with the drums as the first guard knelt before me, sat on his ankles and
lifted me to kneeling on all fours as the second black stud mounted the bed
and knelt behind me.
Okuna lifted me to an upright position, cradling my pretty little face as he
sweetly and sensuously soul kissed me, probing and tasting my sweet cherry
lips with his tongue while Bogatu tongued and licked my neck and throat. Both
nibbled either ear as their hands roamed freely and expertly over my girlish
naked body, touching me, caressing me, exploring zones I never knew were
there! I whimpered, I mewled, I sobbed, I groaned, I begged them to take me.
They obliged.
Okuna’s big chocolate log of love was uncircumcised and bouncing in front of
my tiny nose! I inhaled his rich musk then looked bashfully up at him through
my long pretty lashes as I puckered up and timidly kissed his exposed
pee-hole, daringly running my tongue over it through the opening of his
foreskin. He groaned and lifted his cock, thrusting toward me in a physical
demand for more oral cock worship. Who am I to disobey?
I kissed and tongued his entire length, no millimeter did I leave untouched
with my oral adoration. I tingled all over as though every cell of my body
were being stimulated electrically when Bogatu chose the moment to gently but
unceremoniously enter my cave of passion!
Supernovae exploded in my head, my pleasure was elevated a hundred-fold.
Voluntary initiative went off-line, and my body responded solely on
automation, surrendering entirely to the sensations coursing around and
throughout my feminized form.
It was clear they knew they we’re pleasing me, but my pleasure was only a
by-product of their goal to release their seed inside of me and have it
consume me.
The drumbeat grew louder and faster, and so the tempo of their impassioned
thrusts, driving me to peaks un-reached by human hand! This was INCREDIBLE!
There are no words that can define the explosive myriad of thoughts and images
cascading through my brain.
My body quaked with a force off the Richter scale and I screamed like a
banshee in heat, surely I was heard all over Daddy’s sprawling estate. By the
time my third rope of girlgoo flooded my panties my lovers reached their
peaks, and filled me copiously with their love.
It felt like a fire hose was flooding my bowels with Bogatu’s jism while
Okuna’s black Mambo fired torrential rivers down my throat. I had to gulp so
fast I thought I would swallow my larynx! Suddenly the sensory input
overwhelmed me and I cried out with my second all consuming multiple orgasm of
the day! My tiny limp boyclit shot sissy-jism all over the inside of my slip
while Bogatu kept putting the hammer down, ramming my sore baby pussy with his
hot massive cum cannon!
Drained, the three of us collapsed on the bed, and I spent most of the
afternoon sleeping sandwiched between my masterful dark chocolate lovers.
If this what was "Service" was, I was gonna be doing it with a big horny
smile!
When I awoke I was saddened to see I was all alone. No trace of my wonderful
hunks remained, but before I had time to dwell on my disappointment my four
new girlfriends who had attended me the previous night, came in wearing
uniforms. They drew me to my feet and each kissed me warmly, tweaking my
nipples, caressing my pretty little boobies and fondling my slip sheathed
little bunsies.
Breaking away from their kissing, each took a hand or arm and the four of them
swept me from Daddy’s suite; clutching Miss Bambi loosely in hand; and down
the hall into mine. Soon I was once again luxuriating in a bubble bath they
had prepared. This time my hair was shampooed and conditioned, and of course I
sucked them all with gratitude. When Emily was the last to fill my throat with
my craved gooey nutrients, my aureoles enlarged to a size two-thirds of a
silver dollar, swelled exotically, and became very sensitive and sore. My hair
became fuller, thicker, and three inches longer. I felt warmth, and things
beneath and within my breasts re-arrange and reshape themselves. I felt things
grow there I never had. Instinctively I knew I would soon be giving milk.
While at my vanity, Millie attended to my make up like an artist with her
canvas, and Emily styled my hair with the skill and exuberance of a high
dollar Beverly Hills Stylist, Stacey and Lacey carefully selected and set out
my late afternoon/evening attire. Afterwards all four lovely lasses pampered
me with yet another manicure and pedicure.
While my nails dried, my femmy friends intimated I would be meeting and
serving Mistress Mommy this evening, whose slightest whims it was said even
Daddy obeyed with diligence. She had been Mistress of the house now for nine
years, and was in her late 20’s, though no one knew her exact age.
In my dressing room against one wall was what I could now easily identify as a
lacing bar, to which my slender wrists were bound. I was lifted by the bar to
tippy-toes, thus thinning my waist as much as naturally possible. Lacey
wrapped a pearl white heavily boned satin waist cincher trimmed in snow-white
floral lace embellished with pink satin hearts and peach rosettes around me,
caressing my upper back with her developing breasts, and playfully fondling my
bare ones. After connecting the hook and eye closure in the back, Stacey and
Millie set to lacing me up, forcing my body once again to exaggerate my
already hourglass curves. Emily then lowered the bar and the other girls
helped me to balance as I dizzily tried to breathe.
Once I had regained my balance and composure Emily and Lacey sat me down and
began rolling sheer pink seamed silk stockings up my smooth shapely legs. I
thrilled at the way the sensuous material teased and caressed every inch of my
legs all the way to the thighs, then they had me stand to fit the four
dangling garter straps to the stockings, adjusting the tension for just the
right tug and support. No matter how I moved I felt their constant sensual
tugging. Millie fit me with a front closure strapless demi Wonderbra almost
matching my cincher but trimmed in pink floral lace, and Stacey helped me step
into matching panties befitting a toddler, with rows of pink lace ruffles
cascading down the bottom.
Over these I was fitted with sheer pink chiffon off-the shoulder peasant
blouse trimmed on the edges with a flounce of floral white lace. A bow of
white satin with long trailing leads rested daintily within my cleavage. The
matching skirt hung low on my hips and high on my legs, falling barely inches
below my stocking tops.
As they led me to stand before the full-length mirror I squealed! I twisted
and turned, admiring how my curvaceous body flattered my lovely mix of
youthful and sexy lingerie. My permed hair in back had been swept up and to
the right side of my head, affixed there with a little silver comb. My hair in
front formed a stylish flip that hung low over my left eye, causing me to
frequently flip my head with feminine grace to clear my obstructed vision, or
whisk it back with my pretty pink nailed left hand. As I turned my head to and
fro, the strands of my curled side playfully tickled my bare smooth shoulder.
I loved the way my earrings bounced and how together with my necklace and ring
they complimented my outfit. As Lacey fitted me with my matching bracelet
Emily traced a fingernail over my navel.
"OOOOOOh Prissy! What a cute bellybutton! You should get it pierced like a lot
of girls OUR age are doing!" She exclaimed. " I think it would look soooo
sexy!"
I looked at it in the mirror. "Really? You think I should, Emily"
"Ohhh YESSS!!!" She gushed "Guys won’t know what to keep their eyes on! Your
pretty face, your sexy titties, your firm little butt, or your cute little
bellybutton!" she giggled.
"OK, maybe I can get Mistress Tasha to take me!" I answered, giggling with
her.
Millie slipped on white three-inch heeled fuzzy mules on my stockinged feet
giving more definition to my legs and sexy ass, and as I got used to them I
posed even more playfully in my mirror, eliciting whistles and praise from my
new friends. GAWD! Why couldn’t I have been born to these people? No hatred,
no rejection, just love, affection and support!
Stacey took me gently by my dainty hand and said, "C’mon girlfriend, you can’t
keep Mistress Mommy waiting!" We both giggled as she led me by the hand down
the hall to the elevator with the other girls close behind.
Amazingly the elevator slid sideways through an enclosed horizontal shaft
before opening on yet another corridor of the third floor. This one’s
appointments were equal in stature yet decidedly more femme. I hesitated at
the elevator door in sudden apprehension.
"C’mon Prissy!" Lacey exclaimed, "It’ll be all right honey! You’ll find out
why everyone just loves her, that is" she smiled knowingly "if you’re a good
little girl".
I planned on being a very good little girl!
End Part One
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"I'm too old for a babysitter", I cried as I tried to convince my mother
before her summer trip to Europe. But at 12 years old she was not going to
leave me here this long alone. We had a nice big house in a rich part of town
so My aunt from the trailer park and her two daughters jumped at the chance to
take over the home while My mother slutted arround Europe with her new Man. I
hated him, He first saw me and said I looked like a girl with my skinny arms
and small frame with big hips and small bosoms popping out from my chest.
As she left She told me to do everything that Aunt Rhonda said and to be nice
to my Cousins. So I promised to be good. I was left alone to wait for them
because they were an hour away. So I went Sneaking into the laundry room to do
my favorite ritual when mom would leave the house.
First I took off all of my clothes and started by putting on Mommys smooth
silk underwear. being a boy I was so jealous when girls got to dress in this
stuff all the time and I had to sneak arround , Next I would try on her bra,
(Mom had small breasts about the same size of my bosoms) then I would put on
one of her soft slips.
I was looking for shoes to put on when I found a pair of her back nylons, I
hadnt tried on them before but on cable TV I had saw a woman put on a set by
rolling them into a doughnut and rolling them up her legs. I was really amazed
at how sexy I looked in the mirror putting them on.
I got up to walk across the tile floor to get some Sexy high heeled shoes out
of the closet when I slipped and everything went black.
It was about an hour later when I came to, To my horror standing above me was
my aunt and cousins. They were all talking about what a sissy I always was and
how that this doesnt suprise them. They were amazed by how I could fill out
that bra. and by how I looked more like a girl than a boy. I was too
embarrassed to do anything but cry. My cousins just laughed but aunt Rhonda
hugged me and said there..there little girl and told me to go back to sleep
while they went out of the room, so I went back to sleep and didnt wake up for
about 6 hours.
When I did wake up I remebered that I still had on Moms clothes so I snuck
back into my bedroom to change, My room Was differnt somehow My old racecar
sheets were gone and Alot of the other boy stuff was gone as well, And inside
my closet and drawers were girls clothes that my sister used to wear before
she went to College. And In my drawers were alot of panties and bobbysocks. My
aunt Rhonda and my cousins Cindy and Tiffany had hidden all of my clothes and
Made my room into a girls room.
I went downstairs to ask where everything was when Tiffany snapped a few
pictures of me and told me that All summer long I was to do the housework and
be thier slaves and If I didnt that this picture would be sent to the
Emailboxes of everybody in my school. There was nothing I could do I was
between a rock and a hard place I had to comply.
"First of all Get out of that underwear and put this on." She held up a small
low cut Maids uniform. "Do something with your hair"
I had long Hair with a perm in it. So I picked it out and put a clasp into it
to put the curls on the top of my head. Aunt Rhonda walked into the room and
said "Now thats more like it, Missy", "now I want you to Sweep up this room"
She gave me a broom and gave my a feather duster to dust the wood with. All
three of them were having a good time degrading me Knowing that I was stuck
with doing domesticated duties. They called me a Rich slut girl and said what
dirty things that thier friends will want to do to me If they saw me in the
uniform.
I was left with my work untill dinnertime when They made me chop vegitables
and prepare the meal. I was so humiliated but kind of turned on by the feeling
that now someone knows about my little fem thing. But being treated like a
girl by a mean Aunt and her Daughters made this all out of Cinderella or
something.
Later on my cousins wanted to play with me, They never played with me before
because I was a boy and I they were girls, but today my older cousins insisted
I played with them. First I was ordered to take a bath that smelled of oils
and they rubbed this thick pink lotion all over me below my hairline. then I
got into the water. It was a nice long soak I kindof felt how soft my skin was
getting and I t was feeling smother for some reason. When I got out all of the
hair from below my head was gone along with the peachfuzz I had on my lip. I
was dressed in a few outfits till they decided on one short minidress, They
even peirced my ears and put a couple of small diamonds in them. When they
were done with me I looked like I was at least a 16 yo girl in a revealing
minidress. I was given frilly panties that you couldnt see any of my small
surprise even up close. They found a pair of short heels to match the dress
and I was given a small purse to match full of makeup.
I was liking the game of dressup and I looked like a cute teenage girl. And my
cousins all doted on me asking me Questions and showing me pictures from thier
magazines of men they liked and how cute they were. After a few magazined they
brought out a magazine with naked men that all had big huge cocks, And then
the consevation went to how suckable and thier big muscles were. and how all
the girls in them liked to suck them off till the juice comes out.
After a few minutes of stareing at one of the pictures, Tiffany said that I
should try one. So she went to the top shelf of my moms closet, and pulled out
a peice of rubber that loked exactly like one of those huge oversized cocks in
the book. and said" A girl needs to practice for her first time with a man"
and strapped it arround her waist and then put it in my mouth. And told me how
to move my lips and brethe through my nose so as to get it all the way down my
throat.
Afterwards Cindy took a turn and put some luberacant on it and made me bend
over the bed. It hurt at first but soon after It felt real good. After a while
Cindy pulled it out and told Tiffany that She is ready.
I was wondering what for as Cindy put a Blindfold on me and took me down the
stairs to the living room where my Aunt Rhonda was and took off the blindfold.
In front of me was the biggest Man I had ever seen Just like one of those Men
in the magazine. I was so turned on by the episode upstairs that I fell to my
knees and let him enter my little pink lips. It was my first time so I was
remembering to move my lips over his head and to brethe through my nose when I
tried to take him down my throut.
Aunt Rhonda was sitting on the couch Instructing me while I was in front of my
first man.Saying that If I did this good there will be alot more Men coming to
visit me. So I used my mouth to squeeze his Head till Mounds and mounds of his
cum came out of his long peice of black flesh, and got all over my face and in
my hair. For the first time today my Aunt seemed pleased with me. I was happy
to get some kind words out of her. "Missy,you will do just fine","Im going to
make alot of money off of that little whore."
After I was done with the nice man I was ordered to mop up all of his juice
that I failed to catch in my mouth and lick it off of his chest and abs. I was
beggining to feel like a happy little girl and glad that Mom had insisted to
have my Aunt come to babysit for me. I didnt know what they had in mind for me
next.
While I was freshening up my makeup, my cousins showed me how to use it so I
looked like an innocent little waif. Then I was given a little white party
dress that looked like it was for a 6 year old girl and then I was given a
doll to hold while More pictures were taken of me sucking my thumb and showing
off my pretty panties. While Aunt Rhonda was on the phone dialing up more
numbers than I could count. After she was done she told us "tonight is going
to be your coming out party". My cousins giggled,but I was excited there was
going to be a party.
Soon enough the guests began to arrive and I was confused to find that all of
them were males from 16-50 years old and all of them were going into the
bedrooms with my cousins and handing my aunt Rhonda money. It wasnt long
before I was taken by the hand and lead into a back room full of many rich
looking mem.
"Who wants to have this little ones cherry?" Aunt Rhonda said and there was
alot of them wanting to have me bad. So I said what I was instructed " Please
Daddy I want you to cumm all over my little tiny body"
"Lets start the bidding at $200 dollars" many of them held up thier hands.
"Anyone have $300,$400,$500 dollars"
I was finally sold for $800 dollars to two big black men who looke like NBA
players both over 6'4". I looked like a two year old holding thier hands as
they walked me to the room with the cameras and the video equipment set up.
Given the size of the men thier cocks were both huge even for thier sizes they
must of had 12" each with big heads and wide girth ,I started to get scared
and run but one of them grabbed me with his huge strong hands and pulled me
back to him.
I was helpless in thier grasp standing only at waist high I was ordered to
suck one of thier massive cocks with my small mouth At firsy it was hard to
fit but I got it in and could only manage to fit the head. He was sliding it
in and out over my extra tight lipps and moaning from the tightness. Then he
took hold of my hair and started to push it in harder, I was starting to gag
while I remembered that my cousins told me how to breath out of my nose and
swallow the cock down my throught. I almost had the whole cock inside and I
was proud that I could take it all the way in.
By now his friend was fumbling arround my panties and found the slit in the
back and started to spit on his cock. He rubbed it a few times and then He
slipped it into my slippery little tiny ass and just went in and out really
slowly masaging my special spot, and It felt so good I had to make a muffled
moan because my mouth was full of big black cock. All of this was making me
constrict my small hole even smaller and suck on his meat even harder. All of
a sudden my mouth filled up with his cum and his friend pulled out his cock
and sprayed all over my face. I was so cute with a little party dress on and
cum all over my face, they had to escourt me through the main room still
looking like that.
My aunt Rhonda was so proud of me that she said she had a suprise for me, I
was to get my very own Bukkake. I loved cake so I couldnt wait to get into the
room where every man was waiting for me. they put me up on a blanket and asked
me to get on my knees with my mouth open. while every man in the room lined up
to rub thier cocks right in front of me.
I was Intensely turned on watching all those men doing that right near my
face, I just started sucking on them as they were put in my face. All of a
sudden they started cumming on my face one by one, there was cumm everywhere
in my hair on my cheek on my forehead and on my nose. I think aunt Rhonda was
upset that I couldnt swallow every drop, and that is why I didnt end up
getting any cake. I didnt care about the cake now anyway, all I cared about is
cock.
The rest of the summer was pretty much like this , I even got to know the boys
in the neighborhood better, not to mention all of thier dads. But the summer
is just about over and mom is coming home.
My aunt Rhonda Insisted that I dressed in a nice dress with my hair in
pigtails, with bobbysox and mary janes to meet mom. When Mom got home she said
"Is that my new little girl my sister told me about" all I could say was "Yes
Mommy". "Now you know why I left you with your aunt Rhonda, I knew you liked
to dress up in my things I just wanted you to get to live your summer as a
girl and experince everything a girl can"
Little did Mom know that not only did I get to find out how It feels to be a
girl, But thanks to aunt Rhonda I was a whore with an insatiable desire for
big cocks.
Mr. and Mrs. Cage (part 1 & 2) by DeeWet (from fictionmania.tv)
MR. AND MRS. CAGE
By Deewet, 2003
"I'm not sure," I told Mr. Cage, my face lowered so I didn't have to
look in his eyes and see the sure contempt. His question caught me off
guard, coming so unexpectedly as we ate in Goodies Diner. He wanted to
know if I ever thought about dressing as a girl. It was if he could see
through my jeans to my pink panties. So sudden was his question that I
answered, "I'm not sure" before I could stop myself. Now all I wanted
was to get out of this booth and forget about working on his farm for
the summer.
"I embarrassed you," he said. "I'm sorry. It's just that you are so
little for a high school senior that I wondered if you might have
experimented with girl's clothes. They would fit you much better than
boys."
My head grew hot and I didn't respond. Instead, I played with my fries
that were growing cold on my plate. Did I ever experiment with girl's
clothes? If he only knew how many times I fantasies about being dressed
completely like a girl. When I looked at girls in their skirts and
dresses, I wish so hard to be them.
I finally looked up at him, wondering where this was headed.
He leaned forward, his warm eyes looking safe. "I can make your dreams
come true."
Not being a complete fool, I knew he was coming on to me, but I also
knew that he was married to a very good-looking woman. What was he
offering me?
"Let's go out to the house," he continued. "If you find you are
uncomfortable I'll bring you back." He smiled. "But, I'm sure you will
be more comfortable than you can imagine."
My voice was gone. I could only nod.
His smile grew. He tossed the keys to his truck to me. "You go on out
to the Blazer while I take care of the bill." He leaned across the
table and whispered. "There's a bag in the back seat. You slide out of
those clothes and put what's in there on for the ride home. Mrs. Cage
put those in there for you to wear home."
I numbly rose from the booth and headed for his Blazer, wondering if I
should run to the nearest phone booth and call for my older sister to
come and take me home. Except she wouldn't be home since we didn't have
a place to live anymore.
The Blazer was on the far end of the parking lot, thankfully away from
other cars. My heat beat fast as I wondered about what clothes were
waiting in the bag for me.
What ever I thought would be waiting for me in the bag, wasn't at all
what I expected. Mr. Cage's talk about girl's clothes made me figure a
dress or something might be in there. Instead, when I climbed into the
Blazer, looked in the bag, I found two thick pink diapers, a pair of
plastic pants with side snaps, diaper pins, ruffled socks and a pink
shirt. Everything looked to be sized to fit me.
I couldn't believe it. He wanted me to dress up as a baby girl.
For a few moments, I sat stunned, wondering what this meant, fingering
the plastic pants. They were very soft, but crackled loudly.
"Come on now," Mr. Cage said as he arrived at the truck. "Get on back
there and change."
"I can't wear those," I cried.
"Of course you can." Mr. Cage closed the door. "Mrs. Cage picked those
for you."
"But, they're baby clothes."
"That's right," he replied. "You're going to be our baby girl for the
summer."
I didn't know what to say. Never had I thought about wearing baby
clothes in my fantasies, but somehow this intrigued me. I'd lived a
hard life with no one ever taking care of me. The thought of being
babied for the summer sounded not so bad.
"Someone will see me," I said, telling him with my unspoken words that
I wasn't freaked out by the idea of being their baby.
"No one will," he pushed me gently. "You take off those clothes and
I'll get your diaper ready."
The word diaper made my stomach jump. Did he expect me to use the
diaper also for stuff. I was afraid to ask and too submissive to not
follow his orders to take off my clothes. I glanced around for anyone
in the parking lot, and knelt on the floor, unbuttoning my shirt. I
hesitated at my jeans because of the pink panties I wore.
He glanced over at me. "Come on. Let's see what's hiding in those
jeans."
This would be it. He'd not only see my panties but that I shaved
everything including my legs. Slowly I wiggled out of my jeans, hoping
to stay low enough from prying eyes outside the SUV.
"Well, look at that," he said, chuckling at my panties. They were satin
tap pants with lace around the legs. I had stolen them from a store a
few months ago and loved the feel of them. "It's almost a shame you
have to take them pretty things off, but we need to get you in your
diapers."
Again, that word sent my head spinning and my eyes fell on the diaper
spread out on the leather seat, waiting for me to lie down on it. More
than a piece of pink cloth, to me it represented a doorway to something
I wasn't sure about. What will they expect from me after he pins me in
that diaper?
I had to make up my mind. I couldn't stay kneeling here clad only in
pink panties. I don't really make up my mind, but when he held out his
big hand for me, his eyes said that everything would be fine and he
guided me to the waiting diaper.
I slipped out of my panties and closed my eyes when he pulled the
diaper up between my legs and I was enveloped in thick softness. It
felt so strange to have the thick material between my legs. He pinned
me in securely and next he piled up my plastic pants and snapped them
in place.
My head swirled with emotions as I finally opened my eyes and could
only stare at the hugeness of the bulge from the diaper. There was no
way I could wear pants over the diaper.
He lifted my arms up and pulled the pink shirt over my head. Last were
the ruffled socks.
"Why don't you stay lying down so people can't see you," he said to me.
I surely agreed, feeling so exposed in my diaper and plastic pants. No
way did I want anyone to see me dressed like this.
He left me for a second. He returned with a baby bottle. "It's just
easier to drink from a bottle in that position," he told me. I took the
bottle from him and began to drink the cold milk.
Mr. Cage started the truck and pulled out of the diner parking lot. I
wondered where their farm was since we hadn't got to that in our
interview at the diner. He had called me at our cheap hotel room where
we lived in this year. One of my teachers recommended me to him for
working on his farm. This had surprised me since I'm not exactly farm
hand size being barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds.
Now, I realized why they wanted me and I'm sure I wouldn't be doing any
farm chores dressed like this.
The ride took a long time. It was dark and I was asleep when we
arrived. The gentle rocking of the road and my tired state made it
impossible to stay awake. One time, I awoke to a full bladder from the
milk and the iced teas at the diner. I really needed to go pee and I
told Mr. Cage. He laughed and asked me what I thought the diaper was
for.
It took me a few minutes to relax enough but in the end, I really had
to go and was able to pee. It felt so strange and weirdly comforting to
feel the warmth spreading across my front and it tickled a little when
some pee trickled between my legs to pool at my butt.
The door opened and Mr. Cage lifted me out of the back seat. He carried
me like a child and the crunch of gravel from his boots sounded
familiar. It made me feel young and helpless.
Mrs. Cage came running out to us. She shrieked with pleasure. "He's so
perfect."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Cage were tall. She towered over me. I figured she
was over six feet tall. When he sat me down on a couch, she quickly
pulled away my plastic pants from my diaper. Again, she shrieked. "He's
wet," she exclaimed. "Pick him up and will take him or I should say
her, to the nursery and get her some dry diapers."
Again, I was lifted as easy as a child and taken up the stairs to an
incredible room. It was totally decorated for a little girl except
everything including the crib and changing table were oversized to fit
an adult - me!
Before I could protest, Mrs. Cage placed an oversized pacifier in my
mouth and Mr. Cage laid me on the changing table. Cooing all the while,
Mrs. Cage pulled off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. Without
thought, I began sucking on the pacifier in my mouth as she wiped me
and placed another thick diaper under my bottom. This time, I was
liberally powdered before she tightly pinned my diaper closed. Instead
of snap on plastic pants, she pulled out a pair made of nylon on the
outside with rows of ruffles on the butt. They were also lined with
plastic to keep things dry.
She worked my feet through the leg openings and I had to lift my
diapered butt so she could work them over my thick diapers. Everything
came in a blur. Soon I was out of my pink shirt and wearing a short
dress. The dress was a satin pink bodice and full skirt with pink
Minnie Mouse's. Under the skirt, she put me in a full, pink lined
petticoat. I was wearing black Mary Jane shoes. All my fantasies were
becoming to true life and I worried that I might just be dreaming.
After she fixed my long hair in bows and a brushed a little makeup on
my face and eyes, she started crying.
"You're so perfect," she said, confusing and embarrassing me.
When she took me to a full-length mirror and when I saw how cute I was,
I also cried and wet my diaper a little.
My mind and emotions swirled with confusion as I looked in the mirror.
It was as if I had gone back in time to something I missed in my
neglected childhood. Many times, as I was left out of being picked for
sports on the playground because of my size, I would look over at the
girls in their skirts and flowing hair and wish I'd been born one of
them. Now as I stood in my wet diaper, wearing a dress and all the
frills, I want this to never end.
Mrs. Cage took my hand in her big hand and we walked out of the room,
or I should say she walked, I waddled because of the thick diaper
between my legs. I hesitated at the top of the stairs. The house was
huge and didn't look like a farm house. Large two-story windows in the
atrium scared me. People could look right in and see me dressed this
way.
"Come on dear," Mrs. Cage said, pulling me toward the steps. "Daddy is
waiting downstairs for his new little girl."
There was no point in resisting after I'd let things get this far. At
the bottom of the stairs was Mr. Cage with a video camera. I searched
to see out the windows, but it was dark outside and all I saw was the
reflection of me dressed as a little girl with my rumba pants peaking
out below my hemline and my hair in pink bows.
Both of the Cage's had wide smiles, but deep inside me a voice was
wondering were this was headed. I'd never done anything gay before, but
being dressed like this made me worry about Mr. Cage's expectations.
Nothing seemed sinister as they took some pictures of me posing in the
atrium. After the photographs, they led me into a family room. Mr. Cage
lifted me up to sit on a chair high from the floor. My feet did not
touch the ground.
Mrs. Cage knelt in front of me and told me what they expected for the
summer. I would be paid well in September for playing house with them.
During the summer, I would have no control over what I wore or did.
Since I was to be their baby girl, I would always be diapered and have
no use of the toilet.
I swung my legs like a little kid as she continued. So far, it sounded
odd, but I surprisingly wasn't freaked out by the notion of being in
diapers all summer. It sounded serene to not worry about going to the
bathroom. Whenever I felt the urge, I could relieve myself and as if a
conformation, I peed while she talked.
She always wanted to play house, but her career had got in the way and
she wasn't the type to have kids. She wanted someone like me who she
could mother but not worry about them growing older and out of diapers.
"We will have lot's of fun," she said, "and we won't force you to do
anything that makes you uncomfortable."
Mrs. Cage then stood and did a very strange thing. She leaned over and
kissed my forehead.
I looked away. Embarrassed and confused about the love I was feeling
from them. Why did they feel this way toward me? I was a stranger to
them. Someone who would allow himself to be diapered and dressed like a
sissy. What could I do when they asked if I would stay but nod yes.
Dinner was fed to me while I sat in a highchair. I wore a large plastic
bib with animal print to protect my pretty dress. While they ate fish,
I was fed cut up hot dogs and milk from a bottle. All the while Mrs.
Cage fed me, they talked about the fun things I would do as their sissy
baby. I would have all types of wonderful girly clothes to wear. They
would never want to embarrass me in public, but Mrs. Cage wanted to
take me out to get my hair done and shop. In those times I would be
dressed a little older but still be in diapers.
"You'll easily pass for a teenager," she said as she finished feeding
me.
After dinner, it was time for me to be changed and be put into my
pajamas but before the night diapers, I was given a wonderful, hot
bubble bath. It should have embarrassed or excited me to be bathed by
this hot woman, but with her being so much bigger than me, I just let
my mind believe she was my mommy. My blond hair made my beard very
light, but she put something on it to keep my face smooth for weeks.
She had me stand as she dried me with a pink towel. In my new bedroom,
my night time diapers and plastic pants waited. She picked me up and
sat my naked butt on the diaper. While I thought the other diapers were
thick, this night time diaper was huge. I couldn't close my legs at all
and the pink plastic pants had to be wide at the crotch to cover the
cloth.
She put me into cotton, footed pajamas that zipped in the back, making
it hard for me to remove it on my own. When I looked down, the pink
material of my pajamas ballooned out from my thick diaper.
This time I couldn't walk in the diapers so Mr. Cage carried me to the
upstairs TV room. Soon I was on the couch, my head resting in Mrs.
Cage's lap, drinking from a bottle. She wore only a teddy and the silk
felt wonderful on my neck. It was more relaxing then anything I'd ever
known and I drifted off to sleep as her fingers played with my long
hair.
I awoke some time later in the night. At first, I couldn't make out
where I was, but then my eyes adjusted to the dim pink light in the
room. I turned over on my side and heard plastic crinkling, making me
realize I was lying on a plastic covered mattress. I was in my footed
sleeper and by the thickness in between my legs; I knew I was also in
thick diapers.
The pink light was coming from a ballerina nightlight plugged into the
far wall. I reached my hand out to feel the wooden bars surrounding my
bed. It was then that I found that I wore strange mittens on my hands.
These mittens had no thumbs and wouldn't let me grip anything,
effectively making me helpless. This scared me and I flopped back on
the mattress, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what I had got
myself into. I might have cried a little.
I really needed to get an idea of where this house was, so I climbed
out of my crib to walk over to the windows. It wasn't easy with the
mittens and my feet pajamas, but I got over the bars without killing
myself. I crept over to the windows, trying to be quiet, but my noisy
plastic pants made stealth impossible. Each step I took, they sounded
loud enough to wake the dead.
Looking out the window did me no good. It looked like we were deep in a
forest or something. I could see nothing.
Next, I walked to the door and slowly tried the doorknob, but my
slippery mittens made it impossible for me to turn the knob. Then, I
thought I heard someone in the hallway. Like a little kid, I got scared
to be caught out of my bed, even though both Cage's said I was free to
leave. I hurried back to my crib, silently cursing my loud plastic
pants.
Then, I panicked when I found it impossible to climb back in my crib
with those mittens and feet pajamas. I turned toward the door when I
heard someone stop. I waited for the door to open, but whoever it was
moved away.
After several minutes more of trying, I gave up on the crib and crawled
over to the wall. I don't know how long I lay there, wishing that I
hadn't let Mr. Cage put that first diaper on me. This time I did cry,
alone in a pink room, thinking about the shame of being so little and
now letting myself be dressed like a baby. I wished so much to be able
to act like a grownup, but I realized my whole life, I had just been a
wimp, destined to be submissive to others.
I feel asleep. I awoke, stiff from lying on the floor. I started to
move, but froze, realizing that someone else was in the room. I scanned
the room, trying not to move my head.
Against the wall by the door, I saw a shadowy figure. I knew it was Mr.
Cage by his size. Mr. Cage was easy more than a foot and a half taller
than me and in the pink light; he made me feel more like a child.
I wondered how long he'd been in here and feared what he wanted. My
movement had told him I was awake. I almost cried out as he moved to
me.
"What are you doing out of your bed?" he asked, his voice almost a
whisper. I knew that even without these mittens on, I'd be helpless to
stop him from raping me. I must have let out a little whimper, because
he told me not to be afraid. His voice faltered a little as he said,
"I'm not that kind of person. Let's just get you back in your baby
bed."
I raised my arms for him to lift me. He was so strong and I was so
little, that he lifted me effortlessly. I was so relieved that he was
going to put me back into bed, but when he held me, I felt the huge
erection straining his boxer shorts. This made my head spin. I'd never
thought about a man getting excited about me and what should have
disgusted me, left me awake for a long time after he left the room. I
couldn't believe it but I was aroused by the thought of putting my lips
around his manhood and I rubbed noisily on the plastic mattress until I
came in a hot flash.
The next morning Mrs. Cage woke me up as she lowered one side of my
bed. She was smiling with a bottle in her hand. She gave it for me to
nurse while she busied getting my clothes together for the day. I had
to pee badly and let it go as I drank my bottle. Remembering what I did
last night in my diaper, I hoped the pee would make it so Mrs. Cage
would know when she changed me.
Everything was lavender for me this morning. My dress was Lavender with
white polka dots. Mrs. Cage told me that the collar of the dress was a
peter pan style. The dress buttoned in the back and over the front she
put me into a light lavender plastic pinafore. She put a white diaper
with lavender stars on me followed by transparent plastic pants. She
told me they were so she could see my pretty diaper. Of course, the
diaper was thick.
When she had taken off my night time diaper she smiled and I knew my
ejaculation during the night was evident to her. She said nothing as
she cleaned me with wipes, followed by baby oil around my little penis
and lots of baby powder all over me. She also told me that I didn't
have to wear the mittens during the day but at night she wanted them on
me to keep me out of trouble.
I was ready to go downstairs after she put purple line ruffle socks and
black Mary Jane shoes on me. My hair was tied in purple ribbons.
"Mr. Cage is going to be so excited when he sees you."
I thought about his boner last night and wondered if she knew how
excited he would be to see me in this dress.
She was correct. Mr. Cage opened his arms wide for me to give him a big
hug. I felt the bulge in his pants through my dress as he pulled me
close to squeeze my padded butt.
I was very hungry and the mushy cereal and fruit she fed me as I sat in
my oversize highchair did little to fill my stomach. Before feeding me,
a large bib was snapped around my neck to protect my pretty dress.
After being fed, I was given another bottle while the Cages ate their
breakfast. To keep me entertained, Mr. Cage turned on cartoons for me
to watch.
"Time to take pictures," Mrs. Cage said after breakfast. I pulled back
from her. No way did I want more pictures. She pulled hard and I almost
fell. "Don't make me spank you."
Mr. Cage came up from behind me and lifted me into the air. He carried
me to another part of the house and into a room equipped as a photo
studio. He sat me down on a wooden chair at a table set for a tea
party. Mrs. Cage left the studio and Mr. Cage starting telling me about
the photo shoot. A few years ago, they teamed up with some other people
to tap into the big market for sissy pictures. I was perfect for
modeling the adult baby wear for their web site and I would be a star
for photo and video sales.
"So, you're not farmers?"
He laughed warmly. "You're so sweet and innocent." He moved away from
me and started messing with camera and lights. "Just relax while I get
things ready. This is going to be so much fun for you.”
I thought about him saying I was perfect. Never in my life had I been
perfect for anything. As I looked at the mirror across the room, I had
to admit, that I was so cute in my lavender clothes. Unfortunately,
while I waited, something was stirring in my stomach. With dread, I
realized I had to go badly. "Mr. Cage," I pleaded. "I have to go to the
bathroom."
He moved over to me and popped a pacifier in my mouth. "You're wearing
a diaper, don’t you remember?"
What a silly question? How could I forget my bulky diaper? The thing
was, I didn't want to poop in a diaper. The mess it would make sent my
stomach into more spasms.
Whatever it was in my stomach, it soon pressed against my ass, made it
tremble as I tried to hold back. I'd never felt this type of pressure
before back there and I didn't know how much longer I could hold. This
would ruin the photo shoot.
I lost my struggle when Mrs. Cage returned, dressed in a mid length
dress just like you see moms wear in old television shows. She wore a
wig with a hairstyle to match. This caught me so off guard that I
forgot about my problem and my bowels emptied into my diaper in a rush
of heat and sound.
Nothing was more embarrassing than doing this in my diaper, in front of
these two people, both looking so much older and mature than me in my
sissy girl clothes. I lowered my eyes and began to cry.
"This is perfect!” Mr. Cage shouted. "Hurry Debbie and lets shoot
this."
I looked up as Debbie gently helped me stand. She was holding a big
lavender petticoat for me to step into so she could pull it up under my
dress. She fluffed it out and my dress now stood away from me, surely
exposing my plastic pants. I still could not look into her eyes as I
felt the mess in my diapers work around my little balls.
"Okay, listen to me Mandy," Mr. Cage said.
I must have looked puzzled because Mrs. Cage informed me that my new
name was Mandy.
"In these pictures, you have done a bad thing. Your mommy had told you
not to mess in your diaper, but you did. Keep crying as we shoot. Just
listen to me.”
The camera started clicking. Mrs. Cage started yelling at me. Telling
me what a bad girl I was messing up my pretty diaper.
"Look at me," shouted Mr. Cage.
I did and he shouted encouragement as he shot the pictures. It was like
those model shoots on TV. For the next fifteen minutes, we acted out
the scenario. Mrs. Cage made me sit back in the chair and wiggle my
butt, smearing the mess everywhere under my plastic pants. I was then
made to bend over to the camera so the picture could catch the mess I
had made.
We took a ten-minute break as Mr. Cage changed the lights to focus on
an oversize changing table. Next to the table was a leather chair where
Mrs. Cage sat me on her lap and fed me another bottle. "You did
wonderful," she said as I sucked on the bottle. "Now in this next shoot
I'm going to change you and then do something you might not like. For
pooping your diaper, I'm going to need to spank you."
I choked on my milk. She patted me reassuringly. "It will hurt and
surely make you cry, but you'll also be surprised on how much you will
like it. "
Was she crazy? How could you like being spanked? I wanted to tell her
that, but she wouldn't let me spit out the bottle. She was so much
stronger than me that I knew if she wanted to spank me, there wasn't
anything I could do to stop her.
I shook with dread as we started the next segment. Mrs. Cage put on a
rubber apron and gloves before she lowered my plastic pants. My dress
was pushed up over my face and I was blinded by satin and lace while my
bottom was exposed for the camera. I felt her remove the pins from my
diaper and wipe the cloth against my dirty behind as she slid the
diaper away. The smell made me feel so humiliated, but over everything,
all I could think about was my coming spanking. I'd never been spanked
before, not even while growing up.
She didn't put another diaper on me. Instead, I felt something rubbery
and very tight being pulled up my legs. She had to work hard to get it
on me and when finished it felt like a second skin. The camera clicked
wildly.
Mr. Cage helped me off the table. Mrs. Cage was sitting in the leather
chair, holding a flat paddle, She also held what looked like a ball
gag. I was made to kneel on the floor while she dramatically pushed the
gag into my mouth and pulled the strap tight. My arms were then pulled
back and bound. Mr. Cage told me to look at the camera and look
fearful, something I didn't need to fake since I was terrified.
He shot several photos of me bound and gagged, waiting to be put me
over Mrs. Cage's knees to be spanked with the paddle. I was so scared
that some pee leaked out into my tight rubber pants. Mr. Cage noticed
that and took some close-up pictures of my yellow shame.
Before doing anything else, he moved a microphone near the chair,
obviously to catch the sounds from my coming spanking.
After a few more shots, he helped me lay face down across her lap, my
rubber clad bottom helpless in the air waiting for the first strike of
the paddle. I didn't have to wait long and no way did I expect the pain
to be so sharp and hot. I screamed around my ball gag and my legs
flailed to escape the next spank. Three more quick spanks came from
her, with each I heard the swish of the paddle through the air and then
the loud slap of the paddle connecting to my exposed cheeks, the rubber
pants amplifying the sound.
She scolded me for being a bad girl and pooping in my pretty diapers.
She told me that her mommy didn't want me doing it again but I wondered
how I couldn't since I would be wearing diapers and not allowed to use
the bathroom.
I lost track of the number of spanks but when she finished, I felt on
fire.
"You did so wonderful," Mr. Cage said to me as he helped me over to the
changing table. My hands were still bound as they peeled off my wet
rubber pants. Mrs. Cage put some cool lotion on my red ass.
"I'm so sorry, Mandy," she softly said as she gently rubbed the lotion
across my ass. The change from being punished and loved was having a
weird effect on me. I felt as if I was slowly regressing into being a
baby. The size difference between me and them, and the tenderness they
showed had a lot to do with it.
Although it was only around one in the afternoon, I was put into bed
for a nap. Of course, after I was diapered and put into plastic pants.
My lavender dress and accessories were removed and I was put to bed in
just my diaper, plastic pants, and a pink cotton shirt.
I wasn't sleepy, so I lay on my back, sucking my pacifier, wondering if
I was losing my mind in this game. It had only been 24 hours and
already my old life seemed so distant. Not wearing a thick diaper
didn't seem right to me anymore and I wondered if I could go back to
underwear and using the bathroom. It felt comforting to relieve myself
at the slightest pressure, feeling the pee dribble into my diaper.
That afternoon, Mrs. Cage went out and Mr. Cage babysat me. Most of the
time, I relaxed in a large playpen watching cartoons and then the news
with him. I kept thinking about last night in my room and then earlier
in the photo studio. I knew he was excited by me, but I finally figured
something was holding him back. Maybe it was Mrs. Cage.
When he changed my diaper, he made no moves to rub my penis beside a
little powder. It felt so odd having a man see my little penis and each
time I hoped it wouldn't get hard. He fed me several bottles, but all
the time he seemed to be distant, as if something was on his mind.
I had never said yes to the summer proposal of being their baby, but
I'm sure they took my actions as a yes. It was easier for me to let
things just flow.
Mrs. Cage came home late in the evening with a bunch of new baby
clothes for me. I wondered where she got them. She told me that
tomorrow a lady would be coming to measure me for new dresses and
rompers. I didn't like the idea of someone else seeing me like this,
but I didn't think I was in any position to complain.
The evening was nice as we watched a movie. For night time I was not
put in my feet pajamas, but kept in my pink shirt and exposed plastic
pants. That made me feel small as the grownups wore adult clothes while
I was exposed in my puffy diapers.
After my last bottle, which I dozed while sucking, Mr. Cage carried me
to bed. Later that night I awoke again to find him in my darkened room.
He was standing, pressed against my crib, looking down at me.
He had been so nice to me all day that I decided to do something I
never really thought I could do. I turned to my side so my face was
facing his tented boxers.
"I can't," he whispered, his voice sounding strain.
I spat out my pacifier and asked him why.
"You're a baby," he said. "I'm not that sick."
I reached out with my mitten hand. "No I'm not. Under these diapers,
I'm a consenting adult."
He didn't say anything for several minutes and he didn't move away. I
softly rubbed his boxers. His breathing became loud.
"I can't get it out with these on," I said.
He reached down and pulled his dick out through the hole in his boxers.
It was so much bigger than mine. Now that I'd gone this far, I wondered
if I could actually put it in my mouth.
I scooted closer. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward until the head
touched my lips. He sucked in a sharp breath. Smoothly, I sucked it
past my lips. I kept going as far as I could down the shaft, letting it
push my tongue down, feeling it fill me. It was so hot, hard, and
smooth in my mouth as I began to move up and down the shaft.
I couldn't believe how good it was and with sudden realization I knew I
was sucking a real cock and loving it. Before, when I thought about
doing this to Mr. Cage, I wondered if I could swallow his cum without
gagging, but now I couldn't wait until he started shooting his juices
into me. I worked hard on making this good for him. The plastic sheets
and my plastic pants rustled loudly as I rocked to take his cock in and
hot of my hungry mouth. He let out a low moan and before I was ready,
hot sperm shot against the back of my throat. He pulsated and continued
filling my mouth as I tried to suck his cum down. After he finished, I
continued to suck on his cock, getting everything into me.
He finally pulled out and left without a word to me. I flopped back on
the bed, my jaw sore from staying opened so wide and the taste and
smell of him still thick. I felt a little used and wondered if he was
angry at me for doing this. Did he know that he was my first or did he
think I was a whore?
With such strange thoughts, I fell asleep and I didn't wake up until
morning.
"Rise and shine sweetheart." Mrs. Cage was lowering the side of my baby
bed. Her faced radiated with happiness to see me. I wondered about my
encounter with Mr. Cage, I could still taste him, and whether she knew
he had been in my room. I worried that she might not want me anymore if
she knew that I sucked him off.
My diaper was surprisingly wet. I'd wet myself while I slept and this
worried me. Was I losing control so soon?
Before being dressed, Mrs. Cage gave me a wonderful hot bath full of
pink bubbles. I swooned as she gently washed every part of me while I
absently played with a rubber ducky. After the bath, she wrapped me in
a huge pink towel and dried me. Then she rubbed lotion down my smooth
legs and chest.
Back at the changing table, I was powdered and pinned into a thick pink
diaper. Where yesterday was a purple day, today the pink diaper was
followed by pink plastic pants with little kids pattern of blocks, and
a pink dress. The dress was satin and short. Again, under the skirt of
the dress, she slid on a petticoat that puffed the hemline up higher,
exposing my plastic covered bottom. Instead of ruffled socks, I wore
pink tights. The tights pressed my diaper closer and actually make my
plastic pants rustle louder as the plastic and nylon of the tights
rubbed. Instead of Mary Jane shoes, she tied ballerina slippers on my
feet.
I wanted to ask about another photo shoot, but couldn't since my mouth
was always full with either a bottle or my pacifier. Mr. Cage wasn't at
breakfast and when he passed me sitting in my playpen later, he looked
away. He seemed embarrassed about last night, which for some reason
seemed sweet to me. Without thinking, I sucked harder on my pacifier.
A strange thing was happening to me. During the day, Mrs. Cage would
check to find my diaper wet and I couldn't remember actually going in
them. I was starting to wet them without trying and even knowing that I
was going. The pacifier seemed right in my mouth and I grew anxious
when she removed it to feed me.
Late in the morning, near noon, the doorbell rang. I grew anxious as I
heard Mrs. Cage talking to another woman. I wanted to craw from my
playpen and hide. I heard heels clanking across the wood floor of the
atrium and headed my way.
"Oh my," said a woman in a high voice. "She's so cute!"
The woman was much shorter, older and rounder than Mrs. Cage. She
carried clothes which she laid on the couch so she could come over to
my play pen.
I so much wanted to hide. I'd grown used to the Cages seeing me this
way, but having another person seeing me diapered and dressed as a
girl. I rustled loudly as Mrs. Cage lifted me from the playpen.
The older woman's eyes sparked as they made me stand in the middle of
the room and twirl. "My word, were did you find her?"
"She's staying with us for the summer," Mrs. Cage said. "Poor thing is
so starved to be mothered and treated right."
"I know you are going to make this a wonderful summer for her. I
wouldn't be surprised if she wants to stay longer." She took my hands
and pulled my arms up. "She must weigh under a hundred. I hope these
dresses aren't too big."
Inside the bags, the older woman had brought a wide assortment of
dresses, all of them short except one that went to floor. This one was
for a special party, Mrs. Cage told me. For the next two hours, they
changed me into every dress. Unfortunately, I soiled my diaper half way
through the session and had to be changed. Nobody seemed to mind, as if
it was expected from a helpless, diapered sissy.
At the end, I was put into a romper, given a bottle and put down for a
nap.
I woke up confused and afraid. Falling asleep had been so easy in my
thick diapers and sucking on my pacifier. The problem was the vivid,
unsettling dream. I was wondering the streets of a city, dressed in
only a diaper and plastic pants. People were stopping and laughing,
most of them familiar faces, although after awaking I couldn't recall
who they were. I was holding a pair of jeans so I ducked in an alley to
pull them on. Unfortunately, my diaper was so large than I couldn't
pull the jeans over them. I tried and tried, whimpering with
embarrassment. The diaper pins wouldn't unlock, so I was stuck in my
diapers for everyone to see that I was a sissy baby. Then I started
peeing uncontrollably and everyone knew.
Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my
life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister's
panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending
fetish.
I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat
reassuring. I'd tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished
to go home.
While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down
my cheeks. What kind of man was I: My romper bulging from thick wet
diapers and plastic pants, ruffled socks on my feet, my hands helpless
in thumbless mittens.
Finally, Mrs. Cage came to get me up from my nap. When she saw my
tears, she rushed over. "What's the matter, Mandy? Did you have a bad
dream?"
I nodded and let the pacifier drop from my mouth. "I want to go home. I
don't want to be dressed as a baby girl anymore."
She lowered my crib bars and held out her arms for a hug. I felt so
lost that I rushed to her arms. I felt a little better as she lifted me
out of the crib and over to the changing table.
"It's just a dream, mommy's here to make you fell better."
I started to tell her more, but she stuck the pacifier back in my
mouth. It wasn't as if I were being forced to stay, but her soothing
voice made my resolution melt. "Let's get you into a dry diaper, you'll
feel much better." She unsnapped the crotch of my romper. "You don't
need to be embarrassed about being my baby. It's so much better than
being alone." My plastic pants were noisy as she pulled them down my
smooth, hairless legs. I lifted my feet in the air so she could pull
them over my feet. "Besides, where would you go? Is being homeless
better than sleeping in a warm bed with no worries, everything being
taken care of for you?"
She unpinned my soaked pink diaper. Cool air flowed around my bottom.
It felt strange after the trapped heat of my wet diaper. I had to admit
she was right. As she powdered me and pinned me in a new fluffy diaper,
the anxiety after my dream faded. By the time she pulled my plastic
pants back up my legs, she was telling me that most men would love to
be small like me and to be babied.
"Isn't it so nice to not worry about going to the bathroom?" she asked
me.
Ten minutes later, I was in a new outfit and so in love with Mrs. Cage.
A baby love and trust that she would protect and care for me. My outfit
was a pink sweater with white snowflakes, a plastic skirt that was pink
and decorated with baby animals and balloons. Under the vinyl skirt,
she put me in a fluffy petticoat. While she brushed out my hair, I
started to actually worry about the end of the summer and about that
lady earlier saying something about me want to stay longer.
"Let's go see Daddy," she said as she tied a ribbon in my hair.
Mr. Cage was in the television room, watching a basketball game. I was
sat down on a blanket on the floor with several dolls. I loved
basketball, but dressed like this I was retreating into another world
and wished that he would switch to some cartoons. There was a long
awkward silence when Mrs. Cage left, saying she was going to take a
long bath. "Mandy's just been changed," she said as she left.
I didn't look at Mr. Cage, instead I looked around the room. This was
my first time in here. I sucked harder on my pacifier when I saw the
wooden rocking horse in the corner. In the middle of the saddle
protruded a rubber dildo. I looked away quickly, but the image stayed
with me. Would I be able to handle something like that?
Mr. Cage closed the door and sat back down on the couch. My heart
raced. Was he expecting another blow job or would I be riding that
horse soon.
He didn't say or do anything for a while. I was so scared as I kept
glancing over to the horse while the basketball game continued on the
TV.
"We're getting a lot of new subscribers on the web site," he finally
said.
I couldn't look at him, so I lowered my head. My stomach fluttered as I
thought about the thousands of people seeing me in my lavender dress.
Then my face grew red at the thought of being seen getting my diaper
changed and then spanked.
"We need to do another shoot tomorrow."
I sucked silently on my pacifier, wondering if he didn't plan to do
anything to me.
The next second, I found that I didn't have to wait any longer.
"Did you enjoy last night?" he said very softly.
I nodded slowly, still not looking at him.
He came over to me and told me lie back. I obeyed and he lifted my
skirts. I sucked hard on the pacifier as he pulled down my plastic
pants. As he unpinned my diaper, I glanced over to the riding horse,
knowing that I'd be riding it soon. The dildo looked huge, standing up
waiting to invade me. I'd never had anything larger than my sister's
tampons in me before and I worried that I could get this in me.
Mr. Cage left me for a second, naked under my petticoat and dress, as
he went over to open a drawer in one of the end tables. He took out a
pair of rubber gloves and a jar of Vaseline, all the time glancing
toward the closed door, probably worried that Mrs. Cage would come
back.
He came back and pushed my knees up, telling me to hold my legs as he
invaded my anus with his greased fingers. I sucked so hard on my
pacifier, becoming so scared that I shook. I was also very excited, but
a most different kind of excited. My penis was still soft and little,
something that surprised me because I was so excited in my stomach.
Mr. Cage pulled a pair of satin panties on me and then helped me to my
feet to carry me over to the horse. "We'll do this slowly and it will
feel so good. Just relax. This is something you'll love so much that
you will feel empty when you don't have something in you.
I held on tightly to his neck when we got to the horse. He straddled
the horse and positioned my waiting hole over the rubber dildo. At
first, it seemed that it wouldn't go into me, then he pushed me down
and the whole thing slid into me.
At first, I couldn't breath and I lost my pacifier as I cried out. "Let
me off," I begged. "It's too big."
The horse was too high and my short legs couldn't reach the carpet. I
felt impaled on the dick and kept crying for him to let me off the
horse.
He quickly moved away, leaving me on the horse as he picked up a camera
and started filming me on the horse. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I
knew that my lost of virginity would be watched by thousands.
I tried to relax, hoping that would help the pain. My butt muscles
seemed to be gripping the rubber dildo as if trying to expel the
invader.
He reached over and pushed the horse to get it rocking. I held on
tightly with my mitten covered hands, my little legs flailing, my shoes
were noisy against the wood. He kept filming me as I moaned and cried
with first pain and then slowly pleasure as the dildo started to feel
so good in me.
I was in my own world of pleasure now as I wiggled to feel the dildo
rub the sides of my butt hole. When I looked over at Mr. Cage he had
put the camera on a tripod and was masturbating as he watched. He
looked at me and I licked my lips. This brought him over the edge and
he started spurting into his hand.
At that same moment, Mrs. Cage returned!
Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 2
By Deewet
Mrs. Cage held her hands to her mouth in silent surprise. Although it
wasn't my fault to be riding this horse, I felt guilty and ashamed, as
if my mother caught me doing something bad.
Without a word, she strode over and smacked Mr. Cage in the face. She
lowered his head and she hit him again. I was terrified on what she
might do to me.
Mr. Cage hurried from the room and I closed my eyes as Mrs. Cage came
over to my horse. I opened my eyes when I heard a drawer open and was
caught by surprise when she took my wrist and clamped them behind my
back in handcuffs.
"This should keep you from trouble while I deal with your father," she
said.
She left the room. With my hands bound, I was completely helpless to
remove myself from the dildo lodged in me. Despite my shame and fear,
while I waited for her to return and release me, I became focused on
the dildo filling and trapping me.
I leaned back on the horse, trying to relieve some of the pressure from
the dildo. When I did, the horse rocked forward and the dildo moved in
me, caressing something inside me I never knew existed. I swooned with
pleasure and began to rock the horse more, moving my body opposite the
motion of the horse. My little penis grew excited from the anal
stimulation and the rubbing against the front of my shiny pink satin
panties.
My face and hands grew numb and I felt as if I were floating when the
soft waves of an orgasm flowed out of my penis and across the penis in
my butt. This wasn't an explosive orgasm of a man, but something so
different that tears flowed down my cheeks. I came so softly that my
cum oozed from me to fill my panties not shot out in the usual manner.
Not long after I finished, Mrs. Cage came back in the room, alone
without Mr. Cage. Silently she released my cuffed wrists and helped me
off the horse. I don't think she noticed my wet panties, but I'd know
she'd see them when I was put back into diapers.
She took me back to the nursery and up on the changing table. I felt
the heat of embarrassment - wearing little girl clothes, it was a
wonder I could still be embarrassed -- when she saw my wet panties.
"It's not you fault," she said softly. "You're just a sissy baby who
can't control her body."
I was so relieved she wasn't mad at me that I fell more into submission
to her. She replaced my soiled panties with a fluffy diaper and plastic
pants with baby block print. I think I actually cooed when she pushed
the pacifier in my mouth.
She took off my dress and replaced it with a flowery bubble romper.
My cooing brought a big smile to Mrs. Cage's face and she kissed me on
the forehead. I was so glad she wasn't mad at me for the horse incident
and hoped she wouldn't find out about the oral sex I performed on Mr.
Cage at night. I also wondered what to do if he showed up at my crib
again.
The romper was plastic lined and very noisy as she carried me out of
the room. Underneath the top of the romper, she has put me in a pink
shirt adorned with little kittens. The sleeves to the shirt were short
and puffy. She had put my feet in pink lined ruffled socks and shiny
black Mary-Jane shoes. I felt so girlish.
I was hungry and was very delighted when she carried me into the
kitchen and put me in the large high chair. Before she went to get my
breakfast, she secured my wrist with straps attached to the seat of the
chair, making sure I was helpless and needed to be fed.
The food consisted of almost tasteless baby food, but I was so hungry,
I took the spoons of food as fast as she fed them to me. Luckily, she
had put a large plastic bib on me, because things became a little
messy. For some reason, my mouth seemed to be clumsy and I kept trying
to suck at the food as if I were sucking a bottle.
While she fed me, I noticed for the first time the web cam on the
counter. She saw my eyes and smiled. "Everything is being shown live on
our web site," she whispered. "You are becoming quite a hit."
This made me uneasy and at the same time excited. I wondered about the
people paying to see a small man, dressed as a little girl, being fed
by a hot woman. Deep inside, a nagging fear chewed at me. This was
going very fast and my past life seemed so far away already. I worried
about my being trapped as an adult baby.
Then something happened to make me worry more. I'd just felt a few
cramps and nothing more, except when Mrs. B lifted me from the
highchair after cleaning me off, I felt something wet and squishy in
the back of my diaper. The slight odor told me that I'd soiled my
diaper without knowing it. Somehow, my control had left me to such an
extent that the wet poop had come out while I ate.
This scared me. What if I was loosing all control and could never be
without diapers and plastic pants. I'd be totally dependent on the
Cages.
My soiled diaper didn't seem to offend or surprise Mrs. Cage. She took
me to my nursery and replaced my smelly cloth diaper with a large
disposable diaper that looked just like Pampers. She taped me tightly
in the diaper and pulled up my noisy plastic pants and snapped closed
the crotch of my romper.
I wondered about the disposable diaper until she put a pink little
sweater over my romper and carried me out the front door. The cool air
and my fear of being seen outside made me pee my diaper. I squirmed to
go back inside, but a sharp slap to my thigh made me stop.
"Now stop that," Mrs. Cage said. "I need to take you to the doctor and
I want to show you off to my girlfriends."
I started protesting around my pacifier.
"If you don't behave, I have a nice travel bag that you can travel in."
I should have headed her warning but I didn't want to visit a doctor or
anyone else dressed as a baby girl.
I still held my pacifier out of my mouth as I protested more, but I
should have realized that standing in thick wet diapers ballooning out
my yellow plastic lined romper didn't give me much presence to argue.
Without saying another word, Mrs. Cage took my hand and pulled me back
in the house, her face red with anger. I grew scared. She had never
been angry with me before and I was afraid of what she might do to me.
I quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth, hoping that would appease
her anger.
Roughly she took me down the steps and into a place I hadn't been to
before. It was a heavy paneled room with benches and other padded
things on the floor. On the paneled walls hung leather straps and other
items I didn't recognize. What I did recognized was Mr. Cage bound in a
tight vinyl bag on a table, his mouth stuffed with a huge ball gag, and
his eyes blindfolded.
"Does baby want to grow up and spend time in here?" Mrs. Cage shouted
to me. "Would you like if I took Mr. Cage out of his hot bag and put
you in it for our trip."
I could believe myself, but I started crying. The tears came so easily
and I wanted so much to stay a baby and not be punished in this cruel
looking place. Mr. Cage had to have heard us. He began squirming in his
bag, moaning around the cruel gag in his mouth. No doubt, he was being
punished for what he did to me on the horse.
I shook my head as I continued sobbing. Her face softened and she
hugged me. "Don't worry, you're my little baby girl and this place is
for daddy when he is bad. Would you like to punish daddy for making you
sit on that mean horse."
She placed a remote control device in my little hand. "Turn the knob,"
she instructed me. I obeyed and a buzzing sound came from Mr. Cage
bagged body. His moaning grew louder and he squirmed like a worm on the
table.
"He's enjoying a little toy up his hole." Mrs. Cage smiled. "Well, not
exactly a little toy." She wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Would it be
better if I let you dress like an older girl?"
I nodded. At least I'd have a chance of not standing out like I would
in a diapered romper.
"You'll still need to be diapered," she reminded me. "Your control
doesn't seem to be very good and we don't want any accidents."
Mrs. Cage took me upstairs to her bedroom. I laid on her giant bed as
she removed my sweater, blouse and romper, leaving me with just my
plastic covered diapers and ever present pacifier. I hoped I wouldn't
have to suck on this while we were out.
"I'll be right back," she said, leaving the bedroom. While she was
gone, I thought about the dungeon and Mr. Cage. How did the Cage's get
started doing on these strange things and I wondered how many other
people out there in the world had hidden places in their houses.
Then I began to worry about her saying something about a doctor. What
was happening to me? Was I falling deeper into a world I could never
escape?
She returned with a pink tee shirt and pleated skirt, not unlike I
remember cheerleaders wearing. She also had a bra and black tights for
me to wear.
I sat up while she put the bra on me. It felt strange with the thin
straps on my shoulders. In the cups of the bra she stuff two small
jelly filled sacs. "We don't want you too big since you'll be
pretending your fourteen," she said. When she finished dressing me, I
looked like a fourteen year-old girl, except most fourteen year-old
aren't wearing a wet disposable diaper and plastic pants under their
skirts.
She put my hair into a ponytail, one of those that stick up from the
back of your head and bounces when you walk. I wore flat shoes.
I felt so strange going outside to her BMW, but I wasn't scared. I let
myself become a girl in my mind and forget that I was twenty and male.
Without the pacifier in my mouth, I could talk, but I was scared to
try.
She pulled the car from the driveway and we were off.
Since the first time I came through here, I was bound and blindfolded;
I tried to get a feel about where the house was. We drove down a long
gravel driveway that wound through thick trees, making me realize the
privacy of the Cage's place and the uselessness of me ever thinking to
escape.
The main road was a four-lane highway busy with lots of trucks. I
glanced over at cars as we passed them, trying to see if anyone seemed
suspicious of me being a real girl. I got no surprised looks and
several second glances and smiles from boys and men in the cars. I
couldn't believe how good I felt about getting the attention from men.
Mrs. Cage smiled at me and silently drove us to our first stop.
She pulled off the main road to a tree-lined street of very big older
houses. We stopped in front of one of the nicest houses on the street.
"Can you grab the diaper bag from the back seat?" Mrs. Cage asked me.
"My diaper's dry," I said.
She smiled. "You know that you can't control yourself and we might need
a change before we leave the doctors."
"Why do I need a doctor?"
Mrs. Cage put her finger to my mouth. "I think I need to keep that
little mouth full so baby can't asked big people questions."
I remained quiet, and took out the heavy, full diaper bag from the bag
seat and followed her to the office of Dr. Hillery.
Actually, it was more like a baby's room than an office. I noticed a
large playpen in the middle of the room and baby toys on the top of the
doctor's desk. There was a plastic mat covering a long examination
table. I noticed that the windows in the room were shuddered.
I became very nervous and without warning, a warm stream of pee flowed
down the front of my diaper to pool around my little balls.
"Why is she dressed as a young lady," said a voice from behind us. I
turned to see a very big, very stern looking woman in a doctor's lab
coat.
Mrs. Cage giggled. "She was afraid someone would see her."
The woman held out her hand to me and commanded. "Come here child."
"Go on," nudged Mrs. Cage.
I hesitantly took the woman's hand. It dwarfed my little hand. "Let's
get you out of those clothes and up on my table," she said, leading me
over to the examination table. My diaper crinkled loudly in the room.
"Well, at least she's still diapered."
"Our little one has to be diapered all the time."
"Already?" questioned the doctor. "Seems like she'll be no problem for
you two." She turned me around to unbutton zip my skirt. "How's Mr.
Cage doing?"
"He's tied up at the moment for some naughtiness."
The woman laughed. A big bear sounding laugh. "I bet he was naughty
with this cute little thing."
She let my skirt slide down and then effortlessly lifted me onto the
plastic covered table. It combined with my diaper, made lots of noise
whenever I moved. They took off my shoes and tights, leaving me sitting
there in plastic pants and blouse.
Suddenly, I smelled shit and realized I'd done it again without
knowing.
"Why don't you change her, while I get ready," said the doctor.
Ready for what, rang through my mind, while Mrs. Cage undid my soiled
diaper. I looked away at the wall, scared of what was happening.
They didn't put a diaper back on me, instead draping a thick cloth
across the front on me. The doctor came over and pushed a leather
fronted, soft rubber sac in my mouth, which she pulled tight to my face
with a strap around my head. At first, I thought it was a strange gag
since the sac didn't fill my mouth, but then she attached a hand pump
to the front and filled the sac with air. When she was finished, the
sac painfully bulged out my cheeks and no sound could come from me
except very muffled moans.
Next, they took my arms and strapped them to the table. I hadn't notice
the stirrups until she took them from the side of the table and locked
them in place. I couldn't fight any of this as they put my bare feet in
the stirrups.
My breathing came quickly as I grew more scared. I worried that maybe
they were going to castrate me or something. I never felt so exposed
and helpless, unable to stop them or even protest with the inflated gag
filling my mouth.
The doctor moved to the far end of the table and I felt her rubber-
gloved fingers probing my hole. Then she took a needle and began making
injections around the hole. "This will now making it impossible for her
to hold anything from empting into her diaper."
I moaned. Was I bound to diapers the rest of my life? I thought about
my short time dressed as an older girl and the flirtatious looks from
the men driving by our car. What would they think if I always smelled
like poop?
After she finished with my hole, she told Mrs. Cage that only a plug
could keep me from soiling. As she talked, she reached over and pulled
out two tampons from a drawer. "Let's put these in before she has an
accident.
I looked at the ceiling as I heard the paper coverings to the tampons
rip. She must have put Vaseline on them because they were cold against
my hole. The first went in easy, but she had to push harder for the
second. "Just squirt some water in to get them to swell and she's
plugged." I felt something wet hit the inside of me, and the tampons
swelled, closing off my butt hole.
Next, the doctor started fooling with my penis. This upset me and I
started to rise, forgetting I was strapped tightly to the table. Mrs.
Cage came over and stroked my face, telling me everything was going to
be okay. That the doctor was just fixing it so I'd never have to worry
about using the bathroom. She assured me how nice it will be to never
need to rush to the bathroom, to feel that building pressure.
I cried out in my gag at a sharp pinch deep in my groin. "That wasn't
so bad?" Mrs. Cage softly said to me, wiping my tears as I cried. I
knew then that she had made sure I was stuck in diapers. That I'd no
longer be able to wear regular underwear or clothes. That I'd always be
pinned or taped in thick diapers, bound to the Cages in helplessness.
They took my feet from the stirrups and I was soon pinned into a think
cloth diaper. My head was in a daze over what occurred. This was no
longer a summer time game. I'm never going to be able to wear regular
underwear.
I spent the rest of the day and the following weeks in a daze. They
decided to dress me in only my shirt after the doctor finished without
the skirt, leaving the puffy diaper and plastic pants completely
exposed. I didn't care as my diaper became soaked without me being able
to do anything to stop the flow.
They removed my gag and bindings, all the time, Mrs. Cage talking
softly to me. I lowered my eyes and didn't resist as she led me from
the office and outside to the car where everyone could see my shame. I
don't really remember much from the next stop at the beauty shop, only
the soft giggling around me and the baby bottle of milk I drank while
the tight curlers in my hair set.
During the following weeks, I found myself withdrawing from the world
as my universe shrank to diaper changes, pretty dresses and baby
bottles. I found I didn't miss the world, it had never been nice to me
and Mrs. Cage kept me safe and fed. I didn't feel any embarrassment as
her friends stopped by and Mrs. Cage played dress up with me. I paraded
out to show her friends, waddling in my thick diapers, dressed in short
dresses and full petticoats.
After the next several trips to the doctor's, I kept losing more
control of my body. Soiling my diaper wasn't an option; I wet and
pooped without any ability to slow the process. My bladder would empty
with the only clue to me being a warmth spreading in my diaper and
then, I became so used to being a baby that I couldn't remember how it
felt to have an urge to hurry to the bathroom.
My mouth seemed to become sluggish and soon I could only eat soft baby
food and drink from a bottle. If I tried to drink from a glass, the
liquid spilled around my lips. I also had to be sucking on something. A
rising panic swelled in me if my mouth was empty.
My leg muscles grew soft and I found if I tried to run -- not an easy
thing in thick diapers and Mary Jane shoes -- I'd stumble and fall.
With my diet of baby food and bottles, my weight dropped and soon, I
never bothered to walk much. Instead, Mrs. Cage or her friends would
carry me.
Mallrat: The Beginning (Sissy, Forced Femenization, Crossdresser)
Here I sit at the mall yet again, hiding from the bullies that
constantly torment me. All because I'm smaller than them, I can't help
it that at 15 I only weigh 75 pounds and stand maybe 5 foot 2. They
call my names like fag, sissy, girlyboy and the like. I guess my long
hair and soft features don't help much either. I can't go home just yet
'cause it would break my mom's heart. After dad left with his
secretary, she hasn't had much to be happy about and she thinks I'm
fairly popular and it would kill her to find out otherwise. So everyday
after school I come here to the mall and hangout, pretending to be a
fictional friends house, sometimes I even lie and say I'm studying at a
girl's house. Truth be told, the girls hate almost as much as the guys
do.
*shrug* What can I do, this is my life. It'll be better when I get
older, it's my personal mantra.
So here I am chilling on one of the benches sipping on a soda, watching
the people walk by looking through the window of Hot Topic. I dig the
clothes there but I can't really afford anything, it's strictly Wal-
Mart clothes for me. Right about then some guy who appeared to by in
his mid twenty's sat on the bench next to my looking very lost and
confused.
Turning to him I asked, "What's up? Wife ditch ya at the mall?"
"No trying to buy a birthday present for my sister's kid," he tells me,
"and I have no idea what sizes to get or even what a teenager would
like."
"Well clothes are always a good present, maybe CDs?" I offered.
"True, but I'm still stuck with the problem of the sizes or even what
kinda music, I'm the favorite Uncle and would hate screw it up." he
said glumly.
Shrugging I say, "Well I've got nothing better to do, if there is
anything I could do to help..."
"Really? You'd do that?" he said smiling slyly.
"Sure." I answer with a shrug.
"Well you are about Sam's size and build," he said eying me over, "you
could try on the clothes and help me pick 'em out, but you have to
least let me buy you something too for your troubles."
"Okay sure, sounds like a plan to me, my names Ken by the way."
sticking my hand out shaking my hand he says his name is Alex.
He tells me that first things first, he wants to buy me my present, and
takes me to Electronic Boutique and proceeds to buy an Xbox and a
couple games. I mean I thought he was talking about a T-shirt or
something, maybe a CD! I didn't imagine this; guy must be one of those
lonely rich guys. He says we can just toss the box in his car while we
shop that way we don't have to lug it all over the place. He asks me
what I'm doing hanging out at the mall instead of hanging out with my
friends, and I tell him my whole sob story. He just smiles and winks at
me and says that he thinks soon enough I'll be the most popular kid he
knows. Well maybe he has a point I'm sure someone will wanna hang out
and play Xbox with me. He just kinda chuckles at that.
I decided that maybe we could start at Hot Topic, after all what kid my
age would like some cool new rock shirts and stuff like that? He tells
me to pick out some stuff while he looks around. I pick out some cool
shirts, a couple pants. I go to find Alex and when I do he's talking to
the sales girl behind the counter.
As I walk up to them she says, "I see what you mean, and your right,
but don't worry I can defiantly help you out."
What in the world is she talking about?
"Thanks," Alex says, "my niece needs all the help she can get."
What in the world is he talking about? His niece? WHAT!?!?!
Turning to me he just smiles and tells me the clothes I picked look
pretty cool and that I should go and try 'em on cause he wants to make
sure they fit. I try to ask him what they were talking about, but he
just kinda shushes me along. So I just go back to the dressing rooms.
They must be talking about something else altogether I tell myself,
after a few minutes Alex comes back and has me step out, looks me over
and says looks pretty cool, but he found some other stuff that he'd
like me to try on. Sure why not, I tell him, with that he hands me a
couple hangs of brightly colored clothes and closes the door. Looking
them over I see that I'm holding a bright pink tank top with some
buckles on the front and laces up the back and a matching pink and
black plaid skirt.
Ummmmmmmmmmm okay now I'm confused....
"Hey Alex I think there is some kinda mistake in here!!!" I yell out of
the dressing room.
He quickly comes over, "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Well these are girl's clothes to start with." I tell him.
"Well yeah Samantha is a girl, I thought I told you. Don't worry about
it no one will be able to see you in here, and you get an Xbox out of
the deal."
"Yeah but the girl at the front will know, and what if someone I know
comes in here?" I asked
"Her name is Jade and well you hide here at the mall for reason." he
tells me soothingly, "Plus I kinda lied to Jade up front, told her your
my niece who is a tomboy and I wanted to give you a make over to show
that a girl can look cool and still wear skirts. She's the one that
picked out that outfit, and is looking for more right now, so as long
as you play along she'll never know. So for now just call me Uncle
Alex, okay?"
I suppose he had a point, after all it's not like I'm walking around
the mall like this, right?
"Well as long as your sure..."
"Of course I am, and here slip these on with outfit," handing me a pair
of pink cotton panty's, "can't have your boxers showing."
He closes the door and walks away and I just stand there in the
dressing trying to decide what to do. I mean it's not like anyone will
see me and heck when is a kid like me ever going to be able to afford
something like a Xbox. I strip down, sliding into the panties, which to
my surprise weren't all that uncomfortable, I stepped into the skirt
and zipped it up, and pulled the top over my head, but I couldn't
figure out what I was suppose to do with the buckles or the laces....
"Ummmmm Uncle Alex?" I called out again...
With a soft knock on the dressing room door the sale's girl comes in
and asks if she can help, blushing deeply, I tell her in a squeaky
voice that I think the top might be a little to big and I can't figure
out what the laces are for. She tells me not to be embarrassed and that
she used to be a tomboy too, tells me to turn around and she'll fix it.
She proceeds to pull the laces tightly until the garment is tight
around my torso. She tells me that this is a corset top and is deigned
to help give me some curves, giving me a more girlish figure and that
the rest she can take care with a little make up. She steps out of the
room holding the door open, well go show your Uncle she says. I
tentatively step out barefoot and scared to death. Alex is sitting
right there and smiles approvingly.
"Looks great!!! Better than I imagined even." Patting the seat next to
him, "Come sit down Kelli."
Who's Kelli? Oh wait he's referring to me, must be part of the cover
story he told them. Meekly I sit down next to him.
He leans over and whispers, "Keep your knees together, like a good
girl."
Blushing I quickly close them, the girl comes back out with several
boxes and sets them in front of me and slips a pair of black Mary Janes
with a 2 inch heel on my feet. They both help me to my feet and I stand
wobbly, a bit unsteady on the heels. At the urging of them both I take
a few steps walking back and forth a bit. Getting advice on how to walk
more steadily in the shoes, getting better as I go. Smiling despite
myself, at their praise as I start to walk comfortably in the heels.
They tell me that there are more outfits waiting for me in the dressing
room and I should go try them on.
So I go back in the room, and find a bunch of different outfits in
there. Dresses of all different shades of colors, that as a guy I would
never wear. Some really short skirts and a couple low cut tops. I try
each one on in turn and walk out and show off to them, completely
forgetting the predicament I was in and each time I come out they have
me try on different foot wear, knee high boots, ankle cut boots with
high heels and a pair of stiletto heels that I almost broke my neck
trying to walk in. After what seemed like a 100 different outfits they
decided on about 5 of them and the Mary Janes and the knee high boots.
I go back to the dressing room to change back into my regular clothes,
Alex stops me halfway back.
"Look, I was hoping you'd help me do this at a couple other stores, I
just want Sam to have a great birthday, I know it's asking a lot, but
I'll make it up to you. I promise."
Well he does seem like a decent guy and this wasn't so bad after all.
They're just clothes right?
"Okay sure I'll help you out."
"Great! Just wait in the dressing room, I'll send Jade back in a second
to help you out."
With a puzzled look on my face I go back into the dressing room. After
a few minutes, sure enough Jade comes in not even bothering to knock
this time. She tells me my Uncle asked if she could help me with some
quick make up tips, so my make up would match my new outfit I begged
him to wear out of the store today.
WHAT!?!?!?!
Before I could even object, she's already brushing my hair out of the
usual tangled mess it's in, pulling it into tight little pigtails,
securing them with little pink bows that have silver Hello Kitty charms
on them. Just chatting away the whole time telling me what a cool Uncle
I have and then sits in front of me and starts to apply some pale pink
lipstick to my lips and then a brighter shade of pink of eye shadow and
then black eyeliner. Explaining what she's doing the whole time,
telling me that I should have eyebrows plucked, it hurts she says but
with my pretty eyes it would really frame them better. She hands me a
pair of small hoop earrings saying that they'll go with my outfit
better than the small studs I was wearing now. In what seems like a few
minutes she stands up and tells me to take a look. I slowly turn and
look in the full length mirror for the first time.
OMG!!!
Staring back at me is a very stunned, a very cute teen girl, the kinda
girl that an hour before wouldn't have even talked to me! Jade smiling
ear to ear at her handy work, she says come on Alex is waiting. With a
gulp and one last glance at the mirror I follow her back up to the
front. The store had gotten considerably busier while we were in the
dressing room, and a couple of the boys seemed to be checking me out,
not noticing my secret apparently. Standing at the counter with a heap
of clothes is Alex beaming proudly at me, he bends down slightly and
kisses me on the forehead.
"You look so pretty."
Without even meaning to I smile... Wait what's going on here I
shouldn't be liking this, right? Jade rings us up and I notice Alex has
thrown on the pile several more pairs of panties, some earrings and all
of the make up that Jade had used on me, the total comes to like $400.
Jade waives as we leave the store.
"Alex, I can't go home like this my mom would kill me!!!" I exclaim.
"Don't worry about it, just call her and tell her you're having dinner
at a friend's house. I'll drive ya home and we can stop at my place and
you can take a quick shower and change clothes, she'll be none the
wiser." he calmly explains to me. "Besides I can tell you're having
fun, I would hate to rush to the end of the game, wouldn't you?"
Standing there stunned, was I enjoying this? Well maybe a little. I
mean after all no one had any idea and it's good practice for drama
club.
"Well it is kinda fun, I guess." I tell him with a shrug.
"Good it's settled." handing me a cell phone.
I call home, tell mom I was hanging out with a friend from school and
asked if I could stay for dinner. She had no problem since it wasn't a
school day tomorrow. Alex and I walked down the mall looking through
some of the window displays, wind feeling strangely nice flowing over
my bare legs and up the skirt. My ass almost felt like it was exposed
with the soft panties on. stopping in front of Victoria's Secret, he
says come on I need to get something in here, I slowly follow him
inside, blushing madly as I did, he tells me to just wait here for a
moment while he talks to sale's girl.
Here we go again, but what kinda Uncle buys his niece a present in
Vickie's? Maybe he wants something for his girlfriend or something.
After a minute Alex and the salesgirl walk over to me, the girl
instructs me to follow her and I do. We walk straight back to the back
to the dressing rooms and I'm ushered in. The girl explains my daddy
told her that I was very embarrassed about my flat chest and my mommy
suggested that I get a pair of falsies until my breast come in.
Wait did she say, my daddy? Alex must've changed the story on me.
Oooooooookay.
She opens a small box and shows me the small silicone breast forms and
explains that I can wear them in my bra to fill it out. She loosens up
the corset top I'm wearing and slides them in, tightening the top back
over top of them. Looking down I must say I was impressed, they sure
did they're job well!! I had the beginning of cleavage showing.
She steps back surveying her work, pleased with herself. She leaves and
tells me to follow her. Well she rings us up and we leave. I question
Alex as to why he bought his niece those and he tells me that actually
he got them for me to wear for now to make me look more girly for now
and he'll just take em back later. Well that made sense.
We hurried to hit a couple more stores picking up even more clothes
along the way, at some point Alex started to hold my hand, I didn't
really notice it at first, as I was really getting into the role of
being his "niece". When an announcement came over the loud speakers
that the mall is closing. We walked out to his car, loading the trunk
with all of the packages. He walked around and opened the door for me
to slide into the passenger seat.
Turning to me as he drives he tells me, "I must say you really do look
amazing Kelli, I couldn't have imagined you looking that good."
I just blush, looking down at the ground, ashamed that I did actually
enjoy being dressed this way.
"Awwwwwwwww, don't be embarrassed," he says soothingly, "just enjoy it,
but you must be starving, wanna stop somewhere and get a bite to eat?
Or we could just grab a pizza and head back to my place, so you can
change."
"Let's just grab some pizza, okay?" The realization of how I was
dressed flooding over me.
"Okay fine."
After a short drive we arrive at the largest house I've ever seen. I
offer to carry the bags in but he refuses saying it wouldn't be
gentlemanly of him. So I just follow him in. he sets the bags just
inside the door and the pizza on the counter top, asks if I want a
drink and I ask for a soda.
"Oh come on your folks aren't here you can have something stronger than
that, how about a glass of wine?" he offered.
Well mom drinks it all the time so it must taste good, "Okay I'll try a
glass, I guess, but I better get home soon cause it's getting late and
my mom will worry."
"Don't sweat it Kelli I just re-dialed the number on my cell phone and
told her that I'm your friend's dad and that we were going to take you
boys to the movies and if it would be okay, she seemed pleased that you
were going to stay out late." he explained.
"Oh okay." taking the glass of wine tentatively taking a sip of it, not
bad actually.
"Now let's not make too much of liar out of me ,I got a ton of movies
we could watch, what do ya say?"
Taking our places in the giant living room, he turns on the large
Television. Looking through the library of DVDs he finally chooses one
and puts it in and sits next to me on the couch, looking me over up and
down he asked, "So tell me what else have you wanted to try but were
afraid to try cause your mom might find out?"
I tell him I never really thought about it honestly.
"Well then a toast, to trying new things."
I raise my glass to his and he clinks it a little too hard and spills
it on my skirt.
"Oh crap!!" he exclaimed, trying to wipe some of it off of the skirt,
"I guess you'd better change out of those wet things."
"Okay which bag has my clothes in it?" I asked
"I forget which one, just take a look."
I start go through the bags, unable to find my jeans and tennis shoes.
"Not finding it over here!!!" OMG where are they?
"Crap we must've left them at the store." he looked at me
apologetically, "Look I'll go up to the mall first thing in the morning
and get them, meanwhile we'll just tell your mom you're spending the
night here, okay?"
"Well I guess that'll have to do, but meanwhile I'm soaked right now."
I complained.
"True, here just put this on for now, we'll figure something else out
later, okay?" handing me a bag, "Plus I would enjoy more of that
fashion show." smiling at me.
I take the bag and he shows me to a spare room, telling me I could
sleep in here tonight. Stepping inside I close the door behind and turn
around to notice the walls are painted pink, posters of different bands
are on the wall, a little vanity table in the corner and a matching
white canopy bed along the wall. I quickly strip out of the wet
clothes, and pour the contents of the bag on the bed. I find the pink
halter dress with a sweetheart neckline with a tie halter, pleats, a
black tulle hem and black lace trim. I stepped into it zipping it up.
Then curiosity got the best of me and I went to sit at the vanity and
to see how I looked. I still can't believe I look this damn good,
without even thinking about it I apply some more lipstick to touch up
my lips, adding this time some shiny lip gloss like Jade had told me. I
start to look through the vanity and find it stocked full of cosmetics
and find a pack of cigarettes. Well all the cool kids seem to smoke and
after all Alex did say I should try new things tonight while I can, so
what the heck, right? Taking a sip of my wine I placed the cigarette
between my lips and light it up. Inhaling the smoke I start to cough,
blowing the smoke out as I do. I keep smoking it though, getting used
to the smoke in my lungs.
That's when Alex knocks on the door asking how I was doing, telling me
that the movie was about to start. He opens the door, and just smiles
at me. I don't know why but I am really starting to enjoy making him
smile. He beckons me to come over. As I near him, he tells me that I've
made him very happy, by helping him out and he hugs me. Wrapping his
arms around my small waist pressing my face against his chest, he looks
down into my eyes and tells me that the fact that I turned out so damn
sexy was a bonus. He leaned down pressing his lips against mine,
panicking I try to pull back but he just pulls me tightly to him, his
hands sliding down over my ass, his tongue pushing its way into my
mouth. That's when I feel the growing bulge in the front of his jeans,
pressing against my stomach. Letting go of my ass with one hand he
guides my hands to his own ass. I slowly give in to his lips on mine,
as he starts to back me towards the bed. As I bump into the bed I fall
back onto to it my face now eye level with his crotch, the outline of
his cock straining against the material. He places his index finger on
my lips and tells me to suck on it. Unsure what to do I wrap my lips
around his finger, my tongue swirling around it. He reaches down to
unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. 7 inches of cock springs
out, mere inches from my mouth.
"You wanna suck my cock don't you kelli?" he asked, "You wanna make me
even happier don't you?"
Blushing I could only nod his finger firmly placed between my lips, he
pulls his finger out, placing his hand on the back of my head. Guiding
me to his cock. I reach up touch it for the first time amazed at the
heat coming off of it. I kiss the tip of it opening my mouth slightly
taking just a small bit of the head into my mouth, pushing firmly on
the back of my head; he guides the cock into my mouth. My tongue
running over the bottom of it, he keeps pushing it in slowly, letting
me get used to in my mouth, until it hits the back of my throat. He
pulls it back out, and pushes it back in a little faster this time,
holding a little longer at the back of my throat and then back out
slowly, again with more increasing speed and force, this time when he
reaches the back of my throat he pushes lightly against it, almost
gagging me. He pulls it back out and then back in telling me to relax
my throat. I try to relax as much as I as it reaches my throat, he
pushes against it again, this time it slides down into my throat. He
just smiles at me saying what a fast learner I was, pulling his cock
out of my throat and pushing it back in. his hand sliding to the
pigtails in my hair, he starts pulling my head to his cock with
increasing speed and force, I struggle to keep up as he fucks my face.
Then without warning he pulls his cock out of my mouth.
Pushing me back onto the bed, he climbs in on top of me, pushing my
legs apart, he leans in kissing me again. His hand gliding up under the
dress, rubbing against my pantied crotch, pulling them to the side, he
starts to stroke my small dick, I started to uncontrollably thrust my
hips in the air.
"You like that don't you?" he questioned. "You want me to fuck you like
the lil slut you are, don't you?"
I only nod.
"No, I wanna hear you say it!"
"Please fuck."
"Say 'please fuck me Uncle Alex'."
"Please fuck me Uncle Alex."
"NO, say 'please fuck me like the whore I am Uncle Alex'."
"Please Uncle Alex fuck me like the whore I am."
He roughly rips my panites away, pulling my legs up high in the air
resting on top of me. I could feel the head of his cock push against
me, reaching under the pillow he grabs a bottle of clear liquid and I
feel something splash against my bottom, don't worry he tells me it's
just some lube, as he pushed a finger up inside of me stretching my
tight hole, pushing it deeply in and out of me. At first I had to bite
my lip from the initial shock and pain but soon, between his rubbing of
my prick and his finger in my ass, I uncontrollably start pushing
myself against his hand and just as I was starting to enjoy it, he
pulled his finger out of me and quickly replaced with something bigger,
I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me. It pushed
against me, quickly into my well greased hole opened up to him as his
cock slid into my.
Slowly he fed his hard cock deeply into my tight ass, once he had it
buried deeply into my he leaned in closely to my ear and asked, "You
like getting fucked by your Uncle Alex don't you? You like being my lil
girl admit it!!"
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the excitement of the moment but I
have to admit that yes I did enjoy this, it felt right. His cock buried
deep into my ass, my own small prick tightly pressed between us, my
legs spread wide apart.
"Well Kelli, do you?"
"Yes Uncle Alex I do like it!! I want you to fuck me, please." I
admitted to him.
With that he pulled my legs up onto his shoulder resting my ankle there
and started to slowly move his cock in and out of me. Our bodies
rubbing my own small prick with delightful results, as he picked up
pace I could no longer contain myself as I had my first orgasm, my cum
spurting against his belly, with this his body goes rigid as I feels
his own cum spurting shot after shot inside of me and when he was
finished he just collapsed on me, his cock still buried deep inside of
me. Once it had finally softened up and slipped from my now very sore
bottom, he rolled over, and laid there next to me for a few minutes and
just sat up and pulled his pants back on and told me to get cleaned up
so we could eat. I could do nothing but just lay there, stunned by what
just happened. After a few minutes he stuck his head back into the room
and found me still just laying there.
"Well come on Kelli, get a move on." he beckoned.
"I'm sorry A... Uncle Alex, I was just trying to figure out what just
happened. I mean I've never did anything like that before." I managed
to stammer out.
With a chuckle he matter of factly just stated, "Kelli this is merely
the beginning, but for now you need to get something to eat."
