A tale of two SISSIES (fiction)

A tale of two SISSIES (fiction)

On one beautiful summer’s day, early afternoon on a Friday, the clouds cleared as the sun came out, and as the shimmering light shone through the larger windows of an expensive home. The serenity of the scene was broken by the sounds of a demanding yet beautiful and statuesque blonde.

“Now Cindy, get your sissy ass in here.”

“Yes Mistress,” Cindy submissively responded, scurrying nervously into the room, stopping with a sudden halt, curtsying, her knees pressed together, eyes cast humbly and submissively downward, past the all too short hem of her petticoated pink maid’s dress, trying to see past her puffy petticoats to her pink patent leather pumps, covering her pink stockinged feet, her 1960’s style blonde bubble hairdo with big bangs and the pretty big pink bow above her bangs, hanging slightly downward.

“Seems to me someone’s been a naughty sissy girl today. . . “

“Yes Mistress,” the sissy chillingly responded.

“I’m thinking that while you’re supposed to be enjoying the privilege of working hard and cleaning my home, your attention wandered and you were listening to my phone calls, not only the one with my lover, but the other calls to my girlfriends telling them about my date last night. Were you eavesdropping again you little sissy? No excuses, did you hear my conversation?”

“A, um, I’m sorry; I tried not to listen but. . . sissy couldn’t help but overhear, sissy was so nearby, and I, I, um, sissy guess so, I . . . “Yes Mistress,” Cindy finally admitted dejectedly.

“It seems to me that someone’s little sissy girl needs some correction and obedience training, don’t you think? So Cindy, quickly run upstairs and fetch some of my correction tools, I think the strap and Ms. Hairbrush would work here very well in correcting you, especially before all Ladies arrive here this evening for my party. It’s important I set the proper tone for you sissy.” Waiting as trained for Mistress’s final word in her sentence, Cindy quickly curtsied, and scurried up the stairs at top speed in her high heels, to fetch the demanded instruments of training and correction as per her Mistress’s orders. Scrambling back downstairs, the sissy quickly curtsied, then knelt down, with arms held high over her head and palms holding the instruments of correction as required, looking down on the floor as trained.

“Well . . . .?”

“Please Mistress correct me very hard, strip away any and all unsuitable things, such as any remaining maleness and train me to be the best little sissy girl in the world! Dearest Mistress, this little sissy wishes only to serve you and all Women, my superiors, whom I joyfully serve with all my love and all my heart.”

“Well then you annoying and disrespectful little sissy,” as she reached past Cindy’s long hair gripping her ear, and lifting her to her feet, “it’s bend over the couch, skirt up, panties down, and reeducation time again,” as Cindy’s ankle’s were kicked apart slightly. “Don’t to have something to say?”

“Yes Mistress, please Mistress, re-educate me very well.”

“Oh, don’t worry your silly, pretty little head about that Cindy; I’m a firm believer in your education.”

With that, Cindy’s tearful reeducation began, ending in a very red bottom and a face full of free flowing tears, later followed by an hour of on tip-toe, of shoeless corner time.

While she obediently stood there, with a steady stream of tears flowing down her face ruining in her makeup, Cindy looked down to her now very real C cup breasts, one size smaller than Mistress’ and wondered how a fantasy once dreamed up during her very early adolescence, could have ever gotten this far. As far as she could remember, being dominated by Women and feminized by them was her earliest and most intense lifelong sexual fantasy. How many days and nights, Cindy had dreamed of being a Female, of having grown up Female, of having gone through life as a Female, having gone to school as a Female, having puberty as a Female, and in her dreams at night, of looking down through her eyes and at Female body, breasts, a flat Female’s stomach and naval, an appealing feminine mound were pronounced split labia down below, only to wake up disappointed and frustrated to see her maleness, if you could even call it that, still disappointingly there.

Maybe it was the fact that this fantasy of hers, once his, seemed relentless and ever running throughout many of the thoughts each day - maybe it was the naughty nature of these fantasies that were so compelling - perhaps it was the desire to realize these fantasies - perhaps it was the insistent nature of this Woman, who would sexually tease her, playing with the genitals, keeping her on the edge, while repeating, “ I want to know your fantasies, tell me, tell me, no relief for you until I know. This Dominant Woman, once a girlfriend, later a wife, then a husband, now a Mistress after their legal divorce, without any real interest in breaking up, who made Cindy sign over everything, having Cindy sign a slave contract she found on the Internet and adjusted too suit her needs, who had Cindy’s name legally changed to Cindy, and her sex legally declared Female, by an insider within the courts, now a former lover, and now close permisteral old friend, and once in a while infrequent bed partner. Cindy’s Mistress, a beautiful and dynamic Woman and a real leader, who remained interested primarily in Females as conquests and lovers, and who still had a once in awhile occasional fling with a stud, just to keep things interesting, that drove this life into reality around Cindy. One thing was pretty much for certain, Cindy would never actually realize the fact that this once he, now a she, for all intents and purposes, was chosen for her noticeable sissy streak, and possibilities for sissy development, which her Mistress decided to promote and cultivate as a part of her own needs early on.

So much had changed for Cindy, her mind wondering back to the days when she was a sort of big man on the college campus, thought of as a big man stud by all of those people who didn’t actually know of her secret desire to become a submissive sissy and dominated. Nor did they know the secret of sissy’s tiny under endowment, which sissy would keep carefully hidden away from the locker room boys and how Cindy would only use the restroom in a stall in the seated position, keeping this embarrassing secret to herself. But this Woman, this Dominant, this Mistress, did know all of this while dating Cindy, turning Cindy on, keeping her frustrated, breaking down her will and generating deeper presentation, often joking about Cindy’s ever-increasing sexual frustration vs. Mistress’ sexual fulfillment, then getting Cindy to beg for sexual favors, first begging to perform, then having her perform oral sex for Mistress, giving her Mistress head in the back seat of cars just like many girls did for the boys. Many times Mistress would leave herself just a bit dirty, after many trips to the Ladies room, to get Cindy addicted to the taste of her dirty pussy. Later this evolved into Cindy being used as Mistress’ feminine urinal indoors and sometimes even outdoors especially at night in public places. More and more, how Cindy craved to submit to become more and more submissive and feminine to please this young Dominant Woman, her love, her boss, the center of her world, her Mistress.

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Cindy snapped back to what she had been trained to think about, what she had been doing wrong, how as a sissy, she needed to try harder and harder to not offend and to serve at Mistress’s whims better and better, how she should feel bad about even the possibility of disappointing Mistress, how she should work even and harder to correct all things objectionable to her Mistress, as yet another wave of feminine hormone induced tears, began to flow emotionally from Cindy’s eyes, further ruining her makeup, and making her deeply desire to submit further and please her Mistress even more.

Two quick claps of Mistresses hands signaled that Cindy’s corner time was over, and it was time for Cindy to shower, reapply make up, fix and sissify her hair, change into fresh sissy undies, don her pink formal sissy serving uniform, answer the door and let in the caterer, make sure all things were set, run upstairs and assist Mistress in her bathing and dressing, and the downstairs promptly at 6:30 PM to greet Mistress’ guests as they arrive.

This evening’s event was what many in the Lesbian community called a fish party. In the strictest sense, that usually meant Women only, but in this case it had evolved into guests who are Women and the occasional former men in their lives, now sissies in tow, and on a once in a while basis, the occasional well hung stud for servicing purposes, for the Women in attendance who still enjoyed this sort of thing. For all intents and purposes this party would seem like a normal social event, until 10:00 PM, at which time, those who wished not to participate in the orgy-like atmosphere, could respectfully go home, while all the rest, would strip down as desired, for the evening of the realization of their most intense and enjoyable sexual pleasures. Of course at this party, all would stay and enjoy.

Cindy’s redress went quickly and well, as Mistress had told Cindy which clothing to wear for the evening earlier that day. Dressy pink maid’s mini-dress, a pink bra with matching rumba panties with very tight gaff of course, flouncy petticoats, pink garter-belt and stockings, pink high heels, which matched Cindy pink finger and toenails, perfume and sissy makeup, made Cindy the picture of overdone sissy femininity.

The caterer having seen Cindy so many times before was completely unfazed by Cindy’s overly feminine sissy costume. Cindy thought to herself that there seemed to be quite a bit of food being delivered, some of it cooked, some of it uncooked, some of it for dinner, some of it for what appear to be a brunch that would have to be prepared. Cindy the thought to herself, “I am my Mistress's sissy-servant, she always tells me, mine is not to reamister why.”

After completing her duties with the caterer, Cindy quickly put on her rubberized bib apron, softly knocked at the Mistress bathroom door, and was granted entrance by Mistress who was already relaxing in the tub, having drawn her own bath, which worried Cindy just a little bit, for fear of future punishment. Cindy massaged Mistress’s feet and back, and assisted in shaving Mistresses legs and underarms, as well as Mistress’ pussy area, which Mistress liked to keep clean shaven for better orgasmic stimulation. Cindy helped Mistress stand and helped pat her dry was a big fluffy towel. Next was off to help Mistress get dressed. As her breasts were strong, high and perfect, she decided to forgo a bra and simply put on a see through top, a garter-belt, sans panties, with her newest designer strappy pumps. Cindy actually felt for the first time in a long time, a twinge of sexual excitement, apparently just an echo from her past self, as Mistress had recently had been discussing with her friends the possibility of having Cindy fixed, and unbeknownst to Cindy, planned on showing off Cindy’s newest alteration to the Women attending some upcoming party. The rings between Cindy’s legs that powerd her sissy wee-wee backwards between her legs, which powerd Cindy to pee sitting down like the feminine creature she was evolving into, just as she had done some months earlier when Cindy’s breast implants were done. Mistress, a Female Supremacist, knew that in this age of burgeoning re-enlightenment for Women, such displays were not only educational but also a triumphant turn on. Cindy, being not a true and complete real Female, was at many times unaware or incapable of understanding, or confused emotionally enough via her new and raging feminine hormones within her red stream, to have any understanding of what was going on around her sissy self. While putting the final touches on her outfit, Mistress reached up under her own skirt to find the thoughts of this evening’s festivities were making her wet. She reached down and raised her skirt laid back on the bed, and ordered Cindy to orally pleasure her, not to completion, just enough for a bit more stimulation. “Lick Cindy, love me like a girl.” “Yes Mistress.” Cindy as trained, eagerly and obediently pleased and pleasured, knowing just how Mistress liked it best in this situation. Okay Cindy, mmmmm, that’s feeling so good, maybe I can have just a little come right now, ahh yes cindy, right there, just like that!

Upon completion of Mistress’ cum and cool down, Cindy rushed two washcloths one wet to clean and refresh and one to dry. Mistress upon rethinking the situation in combination with her excitement, she ordered Cindy to fetch her newest and hottest drawstring thong, which she was quickly placed into.

Now done, and smiling, Mistress arose using the top of Cindy’s head for leverage. Mistress decided before leaving there was still time for a little more time for the verbal re-education for Cindy.

“Cindy, you’ve come so far, I’m so proud of what I’ve done to you and what you have become. Do you remember years ago when you try to pass yourself off as a guy, even a stud? Just imagine, a sit to pee stud with a tiny tampon sized mini-wee-wee like you have, what a scream!” as she broke out into hysterical laughter. “if those girls could see you now! As I’m thinking about it though, we do have a reunion coming up about five months from now, don’t we? Hummmm, I’ll have to get us some tickets for that. Do you remember years ago when I first changed your name to Janet, and then to pussy, and finally Cindy, I think I made the right choice don’t you? Do you remember how I made you beg each time to hear what name I came up with for you? Do you remember as well, how I had you beg for your breast implants and how hard you’ve been begging and crying when I ordered it, to have you fixed? Won’t you just love your tiny and empty sissy bag? I know I will! Your tiny sissy bag will go so well with your tiny sissy wee-wee! You do seem to love begging don’t you sissy? Isn’t it great you’ve been able to realize your dream, of being a Dominant Woman’s sissy submissive and obedient feminine sissy maid?” “Don’t you just love being feminine and submissive, dressing pretty and obeying? Don’t you just love stepping out of the shower and seeing your beautifully large very feminine breasts? Don’t you just love looking down and see a nice feminine vee in the front of your panties, now that I’ve had you ringed?” I know for a fact that you simply adore your bra and panties, don’t you remember a few weeks ago when I told you as punishment that I was thinking about putting you back into boy underpants and how you just cried and cried and begged me not to, how you love your panties so and how you’d do anything to keep your panties, awww, I felt so sorry for you! And we both know you need to wear a bra these days, as well as all the other feminine items like your dresses and your skirts and all the pretty things you wear, most especially your nighties and feminine briefs in bed at night, and your sweet smelling perfume and your makeup. Don’t you just love the way your body is changing, finally you’re going through puberty as a girl, well sort of, anyway, more later on that, good for you! Don’t you just love the fact that I get to victoriously have all the sexual fulfillment and pleasure I want, wherever and with whomever I want, while you’ve got to wait and learn and beg me to obey, to submit, to be humred, to be humiliated, to be defeated, to surrender, to embrace and enhance your femininity? Haven’t you just loved the way we both have crushed any and all of what little manliness you once tried to fake out of you? Not much of the old sexuality here anymore is there sissy bunny, well . . . I for one am happy and delighted to say, bye-bye to your little maleness, bye-bye, and good riddance, I’m glad you’re gone! One of the very few things you were so right about, was the fact that you should have been born a Female. One other is that you needed a Dominant Woman like me to shape and mold you into what you are becoming, and really deep down, you have to admit, have always been, my sissy toy plaything- isn’t that right Cindy? In fact you truly love being my pussy-whipped, fixed sissy girl creation, don’t you little girl?” “And we both know how eager you are for my dildo, don’t we little girl?” As she had been trained to respond and she always did to such questions, as beaten sissy she is, her response was a resoundingly weak, “Yes Mistress,” with her made-up eyes properly and humbly downcast.

Happy and laughing at her sissy once again, a continued source of amusement and laughter for her, a sissy who was certainly now further and completely molded and beaten down into proper presentation, Mistress truly now happy with herself, drifted downstairs to relax before her social event. As always Mistress had a few surprises up the sleeve of her see-through blouse for Cindy, a few guests who would fit right in at this party, guests sissy hadn’t seen in quite a long time.

About fifteen minutes before the official start of the party, the doorbell rang. Cindy curtsied to her Mistress and quickly ran to the door to open it. At the door was Mistress’s current lover, Carrie and standing behind her, as a once proud husband, now ex-husband and now, also a feminized sissy maid, was sissy Tina. Tina’s transformation had begun just a few months before Cindy’s transformation. Tina’s new name had been arrived at by the Women, as an extension of how under-endowed she had been years earlier when she tried pretending to be a man, originally they were calling her, Tina with the tinnie wiener. More work had been done on Tina, her face looked like that of a teenaged girl, and Tina also had more experience in being exposed, humred and humiliated in a feminized state in public to both men and Women alike. Even with this experience, Tina was blushing furiously. Carrie cheerfully sweeping by Cindy inquired, “where is your Mistress and my lover? I can’t wait to see her.” Bobbing a deep and a well practiced curtsy, in a high pitched well practiced feminized voice, Cindy responded, “good evening Ms. Carrie and sissy Tina, Mistress is a waiting your arrival in the main living room, please follow me.” The Dominant Female blew this off, saying, “I know where the damn living room is sissy, out of my way. Baby here I am!” As the two lovers embraced, sharing a deep passionate French kiss. The two sissies stood just inside the archway to the room hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed, eyes downcast, awaiting orders. “Corner time sissies, while we Ladies get reacquainted.” So off the two sissies went to a corner, as ordered, until Ladies were done greeting one another. The two sissies were quite a sight to behold, two feminized Sissy maids facing the corner rigidly, in submissive obedience, heads down, legs pressed together, Cindy in pink, Tina in yellow, hands behind them, dresses and petticoats held up high, to expose their lacey rumba pantied bottoms, as their two Mistress’s, lost in a sea of sexual passion, yet happy, contented and confident from the results of the training. These two ex-males, formerly takeing buddies, now just feminized extensions of their Mistress’s will, feminized creations and obedient sissy servants.

After just an all too short few minutes kissing and some light fingering, two lovers came up for air, and addressed their maids. “Sissies Cindy and Tina, front and center,” came the order with a double clap of the hands, from Cindy’s Mistress. The two maids spun around and scampered front and center, is almost funny how the two

Two quick claps of Mistresses hands signaled that Cindy’s corner time was over, and it was time for Cindy to shower, reapply make up, fix and sissify her hair, change into fresh sissy undies, don her pink formal sissy serving uniform, answer the door and let in the caterer, make sure all things were set, run upstairs and assist Mistress in her bathing and dressing, and the downstairs promptly at 6:30 PM to greet Mistress’ guests as they arrive.

This evening’s event was what many in the Lesbian community called a fish party. In the strictest sense, that usually meant Women only, but in this case it had evolved into guests who are Women and the occasional former men in their lives, now sissies in tow, and on a once in a while basis, the occasional well hung stud for servicing purposes, for the Women in attendance who still enjoyed this sort of thing. For all intents and purposes this party would seem like a normal social event, until 10:00 PM, at which time, those who wished not to participate in the orgy-like atmosphere, could respectfully go home, while all the rest, would strip down as desired, for the evening of the realization of their most intense and enjoyable sexual pleasures. Of course at this party, all would stay and enjoy.

Cindy’s redress went quickly and well, as Mistress had told Cindy which clothing to wear for the evening earlier that day. Dressy pink maid’s mini-dress, a pink bra with matching rumba panties with very tight gaff of course, flouncy petticoats, pink garter-belt and stockings, pink high heels, which matched Cindy pink finger and toenails, perfume and sissy makeup, made Cindy the picture of overdone sissy femininity.

The caterer having seen Cindy so many times before was completely unfazed by Cindy’s overly feminine sissy costume. Cindy thought to herself that there seemed to be quite a bit of food being delivered, some of it cooked, some of it uncooked, some of it for dinner, some of it for what appear to be a brunch that would have to be prepared. Cindy the thought to herself, “I am my Mistress's sissy-servant, she always tells me, mine is not to reamister why.”

After completing her duties with the caterer, Cindy quickly put on her rubberized bib apron, softly knocked at the Mistress bathroom door, and was granted entrance by Mistress who was already relaxing in the tub, having drawn her own bath, which worried Cindy just a little bit, for fear of future punishment. Cindy massaged Mistress’s feet and back, and assisted in shaving Mistresses legs and underarms, as well as Mistress’ pussy area, which Mistress liked to keep clean shaven for better orgasmic stimulation. Cindy helped Mistress stand and helped pat her dry was a big fluffy towel. Next was off to help Mistress get dressed. As her breasts were strong, high and perfect, she decided to forgo a bra and simply put on a see through top, a garter-belt, sans panties, with her newest designer strappy pumps. Cindy actually felt for the first time in a long time, a twinge of sexual excitement, apparently just an echo from her past self, as Mistress had recently had been discussing with her friends the possibility of having Cindy fixed, and unbeknownst to Cindy, planned on showing off Cindy’s newest alteration to the Women attending some upcoming party. The rings between Cindy’s legs that powerd her sissy wee-wee backwards between her legs, which powerd Cindy to pee sitting down like the feminine creature she was evolving into, just as she had done some months earlier when Cindy’s breast implants were done. Mistress, a Female Supremacist, knew that in this age of burgeoning re-enlightenment for Women, such displays were not only educational but also a triumphant turn on. Cindy, being not a true and complete real Female, was at many times unaware or incapable of understanding, or confused emotionally enough via her new and raging feminine hormones within her red stream, to have any understanding of what was going on around her sissy self. While putting the final touches on her outfit, Mistress reached up under her own skirt to find the thoughts of this evening’s festivities were making her wet. She reached down and raised her skirt laid back on the bed, and ordered Cindy to orally pleasure her, not to completion, just enough for a bit more stimulation. “Lick Cindy, love me like a girl.” “Yes Mistress.” Cindy as trained, eagerly and obediently pleased and pleasured, knowing just how Mistress liked it best in this situation. Okay Cindy, mmmmm, that’s feeling so good, maybe I can have just a little come right now, ahh yes cindy, right there, just like that!

Upon completion of Mistress’ cum and cool down, Cindy rushed two washcloths one wet to clean and refresh and one to dry. Mistress upon rethinking the situation in combination with her excitement, she ordered Cindy to fetch her newest and hottest drawstring thong, which she was quickly placed into.

Now done, and smiling, Mistress arose using the top of Cindy’s head for leverage. Mistress decided before leaving there was still time for a little more time for the verbal re-education for Cindy.

“Cindy, you’ve come so far, I’m so proud of what I’ve done to you and what you have become. Do you remember years ago when you try to pass yourself off as a guy, even a stud? Just imagine, a sit to pee stud with a tiny tampon sized mini-wee-wee like you have, what a scream!” as she broke out into hysterical laughter. “if those girls could see you now! As I’m thinking about it though, we do have a reunion coming up about five months from now, don’t we? Hummmm, I’ll have to get us some tickets for that. Do you remember years ago when I first changed your name to Janet, and then to pussy, and finally Cindy, I think I made the right choice don’t you? Do you remember how I made you beg each time to hear what name I came up with for you? Do you remember as well, how I had you beg for your breast implants and how hard you’ve been begging and crying when I ordered it, to have you fixed? Won’t you just love your tiny and empty sissy bag? I know I will! Your tiny sissy bag will go so well with your tiny sissy wee-wee! You do seem to love begging don’t you sissy? Isn’t it great you’ve been able to realize your dream, of being a Dominant Woman’s sissy submissive and obedient feminine sissy maid?” “Don’t you just love being feminine and submissive, dressing pretty and obeying? Don’t you just love stepping out of the shower and seeing your beautifully large very feminine breasts? Don’t you just love looking down and see a nice feminine vee in the front of your panties, now that I’ve had you ringed?” I know for a fact that you simply adore your bra and panties, don’t you remember a few weeks ago when I told you as punishment that I was thinking about putting you back into boy underpants and how you just cried and cried and begged me not to, how you love your panties so and how you’d do anything to keep your panties, awww, I felt so sorry for you! And we both know you need to wear a bra these days, as well as all the other feminine items like your dresses and your skirts and all the pretty things you wear, most especially your nighties and feminine briefs in bed at night, and your sweet smelling perfume and your makeup. Don’t you just love the way your body is changing, finally you’re going through puberty as a girl, well sort of, anyway, more later on that, good for you! Don’t you just love the fact that I get to victoriously have all the sexual fulfillment and pleasure I want, wherever and with whomever I want, while you’ve got to wait and learn and beg me to obey, to submit, to be humred, to be humiliated, to be defeated, to surrender, to embrace and enhance your femininity? Haven’t you just loved the way we both have crushed any and all of what little manliness you once tried to fake out of you? Not much of the old sexuality here anymore is there sissy bunny, well . . . I for one am happy and delighted to say, bye-bye to your little maleness, bye-bye, and good riddance, I’m glad you’re gone! One of the very few things you were so right about, was the fact that you should have been born a Female. One other is that you needed a Dominant Woman like me to shape and mold you into what you are becoming, and really deep down, you have to admit, have always been, my sissy toy plaything- isn’t that right Cindy? In fact you truly love being my pussy-whipped, fixed sissy girl creation, don’t you little girl?” “And we both know how eager you are for my dildo, don’t we little girl?” As she had been trained to respond and she always did to such questions, as beaten sissy she is, her response was a resoundingly weak, “Yes Mistress,” with her made-up eyes properly and humbly downcast.

Happy and laughing at her sissy once again, a continued source of amusement and laughter for her, a sissy who was certainly now further and completely molded and beaten down into proper presentation, Mistress truly now happy with herself, drifted downstairs to relax before her social event. As always Mistress had a few surprises up the sleeve of her see-through blouse for Cindy, a few guests who would fit right in at this party, guests sissy hadn’t seen in quite a long time.

About fifteen minutes before the official start of the party, the doorbell rang. Cindy curtsied to her Mistress and quickly ran to the door to open it. At the door was Mistress’s current lover, Carrie and standing behind her, as a once proud husband, now ex-husband and now, also a feminized sissy maid, was sissy Tina. Tina’s transformation had begun just a few months before Cindy’s transformation. Tina’s new name had been arrived at by the Women, as an extension of how under-endowed she had been years earlier when she tried pretending to be a man, originally they were calling her, Tina with the tinnie wiener. More work had been done on Tina, her face looked like that of a teenaged girl, and Tina also had more experience in being exposed, humred and humiliated in a feminized state in public to both men and Women alike. Even with this experience, Tina was blushing furiously. Carrie cheerfully sweeping by Cindy inquired, “where is your Mistress and my lover? I can’t wait to see her.” Bobbing a deep and a well practiced curtsy, in a high pitched well practiced feminized voice, Cindy responded, “good evening Ms. Carrie and sissy Tina, Mistress is a waiting your arrival in the main living room, please follow me.” The Dominant Female blew this off, saying, “I know where the damn living room is sissy, out of my way. Baby here I am!” As the two lovers embraced, sharing a deep passionate French kiss. The two sissies stood just inside the archway to the room hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed, eyes downcast, awaiting orders. “Corner time sissies, while we Ladies get reacquainted.” So off the two sissies went to a corner, as ordered, until Ladies were done greeting one another. The two sissies were quite a sight to behold, two feminized Sissy maids facing the corner rigidly, in submissive obedience, heads down, legs pressed together, Cindy in pink, Tina in yellow, hands behind them, dresses and petticoats held up high, to expose their lacey rumba pantied bottoms, as their two Mistress’s, lost in a sea of sexual passion, yet happy, contented and confident from the results of the training. These two ex-males, formerly takeing buddies, now just feminized extensions of their Mistress’s will, feminized creations and obedient sissy servants.

After just an all too short few minutes kissing and some light fingering, two lovers came up for air, and addressed their maids. “Sissies Cindy and Tina, front and center,” came the order with a double clap of the hands, from Cindy’s Mistress. The two maids spun around and scampered front and center, is almost funny how the two of them revolved in separate directions, skirts and petticoats flying up briefly like some sort of sissy square dance.

“Cindy, you will be our official greeter to door when the guests arriving. Tina, you will assist Cindy by taking our guests bags putting them away. Once our guests are settled in, you’ll fetch takes and serve food has ordered like two good little sissy maids. Also of course, as a regular part of your duties, should any Woman here require more permisteralized service, and you know we mean, whether being assisted in the Ladies room, with dressing and undressing or with wiping after one of us pees, which many of them still consider a luxury, but as your two Mistresses here right now know that a day to day thing here, or should any Woman order a little oral pleasure or anything else within reamister, your main focus is to obey, to serve, to please, and to pleasure in the sissy ways you do best. Is that understood?”

In high pitched harmony, with two sissies chirped out, “yes Mistress!” and curtsied simultaneously. “Now sissies, isn’t it time you properly greeted one another?” This was the part the two sissies dreaded the most, as they turned to each other to plant a deep, longing passionate French kiss into each other’s mouths, like a long lost lovers. Even though both of these sissies, bore very little resemblance to anything masculine, in the backs of their minds there was still some very fading hope of returning to a more masculine existence, even though that was never going to be. The Women laughed and clapped at their antics triumphantly.

Now the doorbell rang again, as more guests were arriving, in the two sissies scampered, to answer the door has trained. Frightened yet in position, Cindy and Tina positioned themselves to open the door. Cindy’s jaw dropped in complete disbelief at whom she greeted at the door. It was Women from her college days, she had not seen in years, Mistress’s high school and college girlfriends, of which Mistress had always sort of been the leader of the group. In her college days, these Women would come on to the male permistera that Cindy once was, flirting with her, getting her excited, seeing her as macho and very manly, little did Cindy know that these were to be the guests of Mistresses party. Two decades later, Many of them had been married and divorced, all of them had given up on men with the exception of the occasional stud for recreation purposes, all of them now accomplished and successful, all of them now Female Supremacists.

The first one and was Jenna, a strawberry blonde, who really blossomed since her college days, into a stunning knockout. Back then she was always more or less the most sexually active of the bunch, having sexually enjoyed over six dozen boyfriends and secretly just as many if not more girlfriends as bed partners in the 4 1/2 years of college she attended. Jenna had grown not only to see Women as the superior sex, but also to see men as easily manipulated weaklings that most of them are. She by trade a plastic surgeon.

Next in were Sandy with dark straight hair and hazel eyes and Mandy with dark very curly hair with blue eyes, two Hispanic girls who looked a lot more like sisters than friends. Mandy had been married to a takesen loser, the dreamer who never got anywhere in life, whom she had dumped just before a large family inheritance was received. Sandy on the other hand, had come out of the closet early as a Lesbian making no bones about her choices in her life, and as fate would have it, these two have been lovers for the last eight years or so. Sandy had made plenty of money in the futures market, both were as very well off as they were the able to turn heads and stop traffic with their bodies. Last in was Heather, always the sort of a lot odd ball of the bunch, who now dressed in black leather every chance she had, been kept a stable of both Female and male stud slaves, working both as a psychological counselor and dominatrix.

As Cindy stood there trembling inside, Jenna was the first to speak, “well, well, well, what do we have here? Is this the manly stud who once was the big man on campus years ago? What’s the matter stud, did Mistress steal and throw away your ugly dick?” All of the Women laughed so hard and knees buckled. She continued, “it’s hard to believe I once used to jerk off to you, well maybe it’s better this way, for a pansy like you it would seem more licking and less jerking on my part of the order of the day.” Once again all the Women laughed hysterically, as two Mistresses entered the vestibule and joined in on the laughter. The two Hispanic Women joined in, “que Linda sissy!” one said. The other said, “these two are dressed prettier than little girls, let me see your panties!”

Not to be outdone, Heather, joined in and said, “I can’t wait to see in what jar the panty girl’s useless former balls are being kept.” Another Woman said, “how adorable, two sissies, one in pink and another in yellow, practically a matched set.” Several of these Women doured over holding their crotches, As one yelled out, “please, please no more, after the trip here, if you keep on like this I’m going into piss in my panties. . . that is, if I was wearing any.” “By the way, which way is the Ladies room sissy?” Mistress ordered sissy, “sissy, escort and assist Heather to the Ladies room.” Heather being no stranger to sissy servants powerfully gripped Cindy’s hand and went towards the Ladies room with her [as that is what it was the bathroom was called in this home by all who lived there] as per her normal routine with her Mistress, Cindy knelt before Heather, begged to assist, was granted permission, and raised Heather’s skirt, exposing panty less crotch and held her hand out, as she helped Heather settle down onto the toilet, Cindy as usual was readying the toilet paper, for when Heather was done. After wiping her clean and adjusting Her clothing, Heather sauntered out of the bathroom leaving Cindy to flush and rejoin the group. Cindy began to exit the Ladies room.

“Not so fast sissy,” Jenna spoke up, I need to go too. Cindy quickly assumed the position, the kneeling before the toilet, and quickly repeated the procedure, lowering Jenna’s high priced designer jeans, and silk thong, and then repeated this twice more this Sandy and Mandy too, required relief and pampering. Beside her focus obedience, Cindy thought to herself how easily acclimated to this environment where all of these Women were and how carefree they were about their bodies in front of Cindy, completely non-threatened by her presence, even welcoming it, like the servant she had become. Upon returning to the living room, Carrie not to be outdone said, “now Cindy, I don’t feel like taking that ever so long walk over to the Ladies room, get over here, raise my skirt and lower my panties, I think it’s time you had a take.” The Women in the room squealed with delight in clapped their hands, as Cindy’s mouth was now glued to the pussy before it, as Carrie let loose until she was finished, was licked clean, and had her clothing straightened out by Cindy. “Was that good Cindy? I know tonight she’ll be working hard and no one wants to see you thirsty. . . like that’s ever going to happen.” The room now rolling in hysterics.

As things continued, the Women had comfortably arranged themselves within the pit of furniture which was the sunken living room. The sissies scurried and flitted about fetching takes, appetizers, and other items as demanded by the Dominant Women in the room. In between this scurrying, upon demand, feet were massaged, backs and necks rubbed, and eventually the Women adjourned to the dining room to a splendidly set table, and impeccable sissy maid waitress service. Some “sissy adjustments” as they’re called, were made during dinner service, one Woman who preferred four ice cubes in her glass and received only three so both sissies received seven slaps to the face from a kneeling position. During the next round of takes, she changed her mind and preferred only three, so

Some “sissy adjustments” as they’re called, were made during dinner service, one Woman who preferred four ice cubes in her glass and received only three so both sissies received seven slaps to the face from a kneeling position. During the next round of takes, she changed her mind and preferred only three, so seven more slaps to each sissy face had to be administered, as it is a Woman’s right and prerogative to change her mind. Other similar corrections were made during the course of dinner service.

As always, the sissies where to be fed table scraps later, after the Women had enjoyed dessert and coffee. As the Women retired back to the living room, as the sissies cleared the table, and generally cleaned up. Cindy’s Mistress yelled out towards the kitchen area, “OK sissies, you’ve got four minutes to finish your table scraps, then get in here, and beg us for your quick tinkle. . . The sissies quickly wolfed down some scraps, from the Women’s plates had a quick glass of tap water each, and rebounded into the living room to beg ordered. Carrie spoke up, “OK Tina, with the tiny useless wiener, you beg first.” In her best sissy lisping fashion, Tina’s high-pitched voice lisped out, “pleasey weezy Mistress, I’m ready to make sissy tinkles?” “Stand up sissy girl,” Mistress Carrie ordered, “raise your skirts and petticoats high up to your boobies.” The sissy quickly responded. “my, my what pretty sissy under-panties you’re wearing Tina,” Heather commented, “far too feminine for any real Woman in this room, but I’m sure just perfect for a sissy, just like the two of you.” Cindy’s Mistress, then ordered Cindy pull down sissy Tina’s panties, but not before saying, “Cindy, lower your sissy-sisters panties, and reveal your own permisteral future.” Looking over at the rest of the Women, she laughingly continued, “Shuuuush! Ladies, please, be very quiet, because Cindy is about to have a psychic experience, she’s about to see her own future.” Cindy now wondering and still kneeling, looked over at the yellow covered sissy-sister standing next to her, with her skirts raised up high, reached over and grabbed the leg band openings of her sister sissy’s panties to lower them, slowly sliding them down. To her mind blowing shock and surprise, Tina’s hairless crotch mound was slowly revealed as her panties were slowly and steadily lowered. Tina began crying harder and harder, millimeter by millimeter as these protective panties came down, as her newest feature was exposed. The place where the balls she had been born with, was now vacant, any such glands now long gone forever and as a small empty bag remained, with her tiny ringed wee-wee now solidly and permanently tucked backwards between her legs, as the small vestiges of her empty bag now seemed to form labia, as her embarrassment and crying became more and more intensely pronounced. As if a chain reaction cascaded over to Cindy, Cindy too began and crying at the site before her revealing her own destiny, knowing deep down that once Mistress had made up her mind, there was no changing it, here was someone she knew this had been done to, and she was next! Her denial about this and her thinking this just might just be a threat or a fantasy now evaporated. A long held threat was coming last. It seemed the harder that the sissies cried, the more than Women laughed hysterically clapping their hands, “wouldn’t it be better if all males for taken care of this way, once we Women we’re done using their sperm as we wanted?” “Damn right there, Carrie,” Jenna squealed hysterically, “All I can say is . . . off with their balls!” The Women rolled around laughing hysterically. Cindy was then ordered to fetch a box of tissues, for the Women laughing so hard now they were crying with laughter, and for the two sissies this is were crying at their new found fate.

“Now Cindy, I want you to start thinking of creative ways of begging Mistress Jenna to separate you from your useless and unneeded sissy balls, start thinking and dreaming up ideas, OK? Girls, I can just imagine her on her knees begging, ‘please Ms. Jenna, please take away my tiny sissy balls, my Mistress hates them so much and I only want to serve and obey her, so please, pretty please, pleasy-weezy, remove them, sissy begs you.’ We’ll have to video tape that, hummm?” The Women there thought they’d bust a gut laughing.

Bladder relief was then granted, the sissies were ordered to the Ladies room and were ordered to hover over the toilet in a squatting position, like a Woman might do in a dirty restroom, as a part of the offense show these sissies would have to engage in for the amusement of the Women, who just seemed to eat this up and enjoy every moment.

That done, both sissies were then ordered to fetch another round of takes, then to freshen their makeup once their tears that stopped, and to bring the Women’s bags to the bedrooms as they’d be relaxing over for the weekend, and to unpack the Women’s clothes.

Upon returning refreshed to the living room, the two sissies were ordered to fetch robes for the Women, as all of them had agreed upon a late night swim when in the lavish outdoor pool followed by relaxing dip in the bubbling hot tub. When they returned with the robes, each Woman took turns having a sissy undress her, and place her clothing for laundering on the side, as they had agreed upon the fact that there was no turning back in terms of the orgy that was going to take place later that night, into the next morning. Both sissies were amazed about how are free and easy the Women were about being naked in front of one another and in front of both sissies, as all in the room were considered a non-threat and a welcome addition to the fun of the evening. Upon exiting through the glass doors the backyard pool and hot tub, Mistress’s ordered the two sissies, to finish cleaning up, assist one another silently in putting on their bathing suits, and come outside for continued service.

Both sissies went to sissy Cindy’s bedroom, all decorated in little girl pink, with a single canopy bed, and French provincial furniture, the walls pink with butterfly and unicorn appliqués. Their bathing suits were one piece old fashioned style, one of course in pink, the other in yellow, with print flowers, both with white pleated skirts on the bottom, very narrow in the waistline area accentuating their bosoms, both of them very snug in the crotch, providing a complete the flat-front feminine look, completely displaying a submissive and obedient sissy.

As the sissies approached the pool area under the moon-light, all of the Women of swimming nude, frolicking and playing in the water, occasionally kissing, playfully caressing and fingering one another. Upon seeing the two sissies, takes were ordered, fetched and then provided by the two sissy girls. Unusually, the sissies were invited into the pool water, and like the two sissies that they are, ooed and ahhed quite a bit at the water temperature. Heather, Sandy and Mandy, got the idea start splashing the sissies, who had to stand there and take it, and this eventually turned into the two sissies being dunked multiple times, until they began crying once again began, to the delight of the Women. The sissies were then ordered out of the pool, as some serious feminine foreplay took place. “Another round of takes, sissies” ordered cindy’s Mistress, as the Ladies retired to the hot-tub. The now high heeled mule wearing sissies, stood by and tried not to get too turned on in whatever way they still could, watching these Women having fun.

Long about 9:30 PM, the doorbell once again rang, much to Cindy and Tina’s surprise, the bathing-suited sissies scurrying to answer the door. . A large relatively windowless than had arrived, the tall blonde and austere Norse Woman was at the door. “Sissies, inform your Mistresses the van has arrived.” She barked out as an order in a completely no-nonsense tone, well used to ordering males and sissies alike. Tell them Mistress Sophia and company are here. With a single glance, the side of the van door opened and the driver emerged, a tall Norse blonde man, named Zero. He looked like he might be from the same village as Sophia, maybe a cousin or a relative. In fact, he was a sex slave stud, with 12.5 inches to share with Women if they so desired, he was deaf and therefore mute, he had been given a vasectomy, he had taken numerous beatings to further his presentation and although large in size, deep down feared these Women, and to the many Women who enjoyed his services, he was little more than a living dildo. As far as the Women were concerned, like all men should be, he was better seen, used and not heard, even put away until needed again. He opened the rear door of this van, and let out 3 nude and nameless Female sex slaves from Heather and Sophia’s stable of slaves, fully shaved and hairless, who also came in. It was obvious they’d be on their best behavior as each had fresh crop marks on their very red bottoms, all looked as though they had been crying at some point earlier in the night. Heather approached the front door with the two cringing sissy maids following just behind her, “ Sophia, right on time, been missing you baby, I’ve been very horny all night just thinking about when you’d get here,” as Sophia and Heather embraced in extremely passionate long lasting kiss, it was clear these two were also lovers. The slave girls were given a glance by Sophia and undressed Zero, who as trained, stood at attention, one sucked him to erect status, all of the Women, seemed impressed by his size. Some would be using his services that night, some not.

The sissies were ordered to fetch the toy-box, which contained, strap-on’s, vibrators of varied types, various forms of lube, and bondage paraphernalia, they also placed soft mattresses on the floor for the comfort of all but themselves and then as ordered, went to their corner and silently awaiting further orders. For the next few hours, all the sissies could hear was the orgasmic moans and screams of the various Women, lost in a sea of pleasure. Cindy was certain her panties were getting wet and was very fearful that if her wet panties were found out, she be punished again. After some hours of some of the best sex these Women ever had, everyone seemed to take a break and the sissies were then ordered to go upstairs, shower together and get ready for bed, put on their nighties and night panties (high waisted, tight-fitting feminine briefs) and come downstairs and to kiss everyone goodnight. A part of this ritual was to further humiliate the sissies and everyone there expected that. The two sissies would be sharing the same single bed in cindy’s room, her usual bed-mate, boner bob, a well-hung male inflatable sex doll, her Mistress once provided her with early on when cindy was allowed to speak freely and mentioned she missed cuddling as she used to do in the old days with her Mistress, would be set in the corner for that night and the two sissies would have to cuddle one another. The two sissies quickly ascended the stairs disrobed, placing shower caps upon each other’s heads to protect their hair and showered together. From a distance it would seem to the casual observer, based on the fact that the two of them have been ringed, with whatever little maleness was left in the both of them, that these were two Females, proud feminine vees between their legs and will developed, bountiful breasts. They checked one another as they were soaping each other, for stray hairs, but the pink feminine razors in the shower would remove easily, although the years of depilatory use and laser hair removal treatments, in combination with feminine hormones had taken their toll, leaving very little hair left to remove. Quickly, the two sissies dried one another, and helped each other into baby doll nighties and night panties, donning fuzzy slippers, and each of them picking up one of Cindy’s little girl dolly’s, each presented a picture of little girl femininity. They then preceded downstairs to say good night.

One of the Women screamed out, “oh look, how adorable, our two sissies have come downstairs to kiss everyone good night before a happy night of relaxing together with sugar plum fairy sissy dreams.” All the Women laughed that is, including the slave girls. One or two of the Women had thrown on a robe, to keep warm but it failed to close the robe.

Zero even seemed to be smiling, although due to all the action from the previous festivities, his member had shrunken down to a mere eight soft inches.



Mandy spoke up, “you know I really want these two sissies to have a really good night’s relax, and the one thing that puts me to relax best is some really good sex. Slave girls, fetch Sandy and I some lube and a couple of strap-ons, it’s time these two sissies had some sex of their own tonight.” The crowd, just a second ago that had been lounging on the floor and the couches, quickly rose up and bent the two sissies over the arms of the couches, held them down, lubed them up, saying “let’s get these panties down sissies, it’s time for the two of you to be girls again.”

Mandy and Sandy penetrated the two sissies, banging them harder into further presentation. Other Dominants then took their turns lining up behind and banging the squealing sissies, the Dominants enjoying even more numerous and deeply fulfilling orgasms, and the squealing sissies expense. But at least the two sissies were going through this together, safety in numbers.

Next it was a slave girls turn with the sissies in this position. If Zero had any more energy left he might have taken a turn, but he was totally drained at this point. Several of the Women after all their orgasms, were in desperate need of a piss, so the Mistress’s first, and the slave girls second, had the sissies kneel down, heads back, mouths open, and proceeded to use their sissy mouths as feminine urinals, the sissies first begging to serve, proclaiming their unworthiness, then the fast and hot takeing, then licking clean after use, and finally expressing submissively their thanks for being used this way to each Woman, as the next Woman stepped up for her turn.

Next crowd escorted the stretched and sore, humred sissies to their bedroom for the evening, pulling down the panties and powering them into a 69 position and then bondage. It was now about 12:30 AM, the pink alarm clock was set to 7:30 AM, the Mistress’s feeling generous letting the sissy slaves relax in extra half hour later than normal, should they be able to relax in this position at all, as a slave girl would be in that morning to allow them to dress, cleanup downstairs, and begin a sumptuous brunch for all.

The two sissies, needless to say, got very little relax in this uncomfortable position, all in all, each caching a series of very short naps, then awakening to see the other sissies crotch pressed to the others face, Cindy getting extremely good view of what her future was to be, Tina seeing Cindy’s tiny feminine balls, as her heart broke from missing her own.

At 7:30 AM, as the pink alarm clock went off, a hairless slave girl appeared an unlocked the two sissies, who slowly tried to climb out of bed with stiff muscles in their arms, legs, backs and necks, who then scampered into the tiny sissy bathroom, to use their morning toilet, use the stall shower together, and dress one another in the perspective pink and yellow sissy day-maid serving costumes, as they then quickly preceded downstairs to clean up and prepare a brunch at 11:30 AM for all the attendees. Both sissies were pretty hungry this point, but like well trained dogs, they knew better than to eat without permission. As Tina helped to prepare breakfast for a very large perspective group of Dominant Women and sex slaves, preparing bacon, sausages, omelets, pancakes, and French toast, Cindy picked up the clothing the Women had initially worn to this party, and proceeded to launder it, ready for ironing, and hanging so it would be fresh and clean for the Women who owned it, making a small inventory list to make sure the right clothing went back to the proper Woman. At 11:15 AM small bell rang out from Cindy’s Mistress’s bedroom, signaling for service.

Cindy rushed upstairs as fast as are high heeled feet would carry her, gently knocked on the door, was granted access, minced in and curtsied, asking “ How may I serve you Mistress?” “Is everything downstairs going according to schedule, other clothes done, and are you are making breakfast or do you sissies need a another beating?” With a happy feminine smile, well trained and well practiced, Cindy responded, “Yes Mistress, everything is right on time as per your instructions.” “Good, now get that sissy mouth of yours over here, I need to pee!” “Yes Mistress,” as Cindy knelt off to the side of the bed to offer her mouth for use. When Mistress was done, Carrie chimed in, “get your sissy ass over to the side of the bed silly sissy, it’s my turn.”

“Now Cindy, I want you to gently knock on the other bedroom doors and offer the very same services to all of our other guests here, and whether they have to pee, or feel slapping you around a little bit, would like a little tongue or even a massage of some sort, make sure the are up and ready for breakfast by 11:45, are we clear, stupid?” “Yes Mistress, thank You so very much for letting me serve.” As Cindy curtsied and left the room, the two Ladies laughing at how far Cindy had come.

As ordered, Cindy preceded from room to room, licking feet and pussy alike, kissing butt, and takeing directly from the source, her version of lemonade as demanded.

The rest of the weekend when pretty much the same, lots of sex, lots of orgasms, lots of discipline, the liberal use of the strap as well as the strap-on with each sissy, the sissies, even servicing Zero with their mouths and sissy pussies, much to the amusement and delight of the Dominant Women and slave girls alike, later on, a demonstration from the slave girls of whipping the suspended sissies in the downstairs dungeon, slave girls very Dominant when it came to the sissies, although submissive to Women, the too were Female supremacists and viewed all males, as hindrances and distractions away from themselves from the Dominant Women the enjoyed submitting themselves to. As far as they’re concerned sissies, were slightly better than other men, and all men were lower life forms in comparimister to Women.

All in all an extremely fulfilling weekend for all the Women, and driven to complete submissive exhaustion were the two sissies.

Sunday evening, after dinner and dessert, as everyone visiting was just about preparing to leave, the two plugged sissies, were ordered back into a 69 position, and Cindy was ordered to beg Mistress Jenna to schedule, as Cindy’s Mistress put it, the surgery necessary to clean-out Cindy’s tiny sissy bag, just like Mistress Jenna had done for sissy Tina some months earlier. Next Cindy was then ordered to beg everyone in attendance to come and view this event, to videotape it, and have a party with all of these guests and more in attendance immediately thereafter. Cindy was now told to proclaim how much she detested anything to do with her former useless and unwanted maleness, wishing only to embrace her own femininity and how she wished to be more feminine and even more submissive to Women, the Superior Sex and how jealous she was not to have been born with real Femaleness between her legs, and how she dreamed of and wished her whole life to have been born a girl. This to the triumphant applause and cheers of all of the Women there.

Finally all of those left were Cindy’s Mistress, Mistress Carrie, and sissy Tina. Cindy was then informed that Mistress Carrie, and sissy Tina were selling their home, would be moving in and all would be living under the same roof

Finally all of those left were Cindy’s Mistress, Mistress Carrie, and sissy Tina. Cindy was then informed that Mistress Carrie, and sissy Tina were selling their home, would be moving in and all would be living under the same roof as one big happy family, as the two Dominant Women so very much in love, so very much the wave of the future, kissed and embraced passionately. Sissy Cindy and sissy Tina were informed that now they would be sissy-sister roommates, in full service to Women forever, sharing the same bed, as it was pointed out to Cindy that Tina would help assist Cindy in her post surgical recovery.

All of them, the Mistresses assured, would be living happily ever after. The two sissies, were frightened and suspicious, but were submissively excited in their own way, as only two sissies can be.