Book III, Decisions, is the third and final part of Dani's coming of age trilogy. Book I, Awakening, dealt with the initial 48 hour period where our heroine comes to terms with her sissy-self. Book II, First Days, covered the next 72 hours of Dani's vacation as she became more deeply involved in her new persona, if not her true self. Book III completes her excellent holiday experience as she contemplates and then decides her future. Although each Book is intended to stand on its own as complete, the reader is urged to first read Books I and II.

It is rated XXX, and deservedly so, as there is graphic sex, including several intensely humiliating scenes, including a sissy oral 'gang bang.' Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

 

Dani's Story

Book III – Decisions

by sissystevie

 

Chapter IV – The Seventh Day, Part II

 

And off we went -- Mummy in the lead with me, on a lead, following her. Heather brought up the rear.

It started no sooner than we began walking down the yacht's gangway.

The spectacular departure of DeeDee, followed by that of Electra, Raquel and Millicent, had stirred up every set of lecherous eyes, binoculars and telescopes for at least a one mile radius.

Mummy's striking beauty surely attracted many eyes, but her elegant demeanor must have stopped most men from calling out. She certainly managed not to have her skirt blow up or open as DeeDee had so cunningly done.

Heather however, was a different matter altogether.

Wearing her short little sundress and looking about fifteen, she was pure eye candy. Judging from the nearby catcalls together with her own girlish giggles, her petticoated skirt spent most of the trip down the gangway above her waist.

It was not until we reached the dock, itself, and spread out to begin my trek from hell to the awaiting carriage at the far end of the pier that people began noticing me. Not surprisingly, it was a woman who first called direct attention to me by shrieking, "Oh my God, will you just look at that sissy boy! Have you ever seen anything more darling?"

Making matter worse, Heather was now walking beside Mummy, like mother and daughter. I minced along to other side, trailing Mummy by a few steps that my humiliating tessie leash would permit. Although the leash disappeared under my 'modesty bow,' there could be no doubt as to what it connected to!

My walk, exacerbated by the stiletto heels and sissy arm bondage only added to the total picture. Not only was I dressed as the most sissified boy on the face of the Earth, but from my swishy walk it appeared to all that I loved being just that way.

As we passed the yachts tied up along the pier, people were openly laughing and pointing at me. Every name I had ever heard was hurled at me, pansy being at the top of the list.

"And this was Mummy's idea of 'grand fun!'" I thought.

Well, if the walk was bad, as we approached the Mrs. Bracewell's carriage, the ride through the city was going to be far worse.

The carriage was a shiny enameled white color with many gilded rococo decorations about it, giving it almost a fairytale look. I was only slightly surprised to find that the two horses pulling it were, in fact, four legged equines instead of the Countess' quite different 'livestock.' There were two seats facing each other in the front and rear. The front seat had a small canopy covering about half of it. The rear seat was elevated and appeared throne like.

I had little doubt where I was to sit.

The driver was as bizarre as the carriage. He was a truly beautiful young man, no more than a couple of years older than I was. His outfit was almost as provocative as mine was, but not in sissy way.

He had long golden hair and a thin but muscular body, completely devoid of hair from his pierced ears down. In fact, he was more than a little hunky. His outfit consisted of very tight bright white riding pants that clearly revealed the considerable size of his most manly parts, a bight pink satin sash about his waist that tied to one side, and a white silk poet's blouse that opened all the way down to his sash.

He bowed as we approached and announced in a lispy voice, "Good afternoon ladies. My name is Romeo, but everybody just calls me Romo. I am Mrs. Bracewell's houseboy in training. I'm sure I am not the first person to mention what a lovely sissy boy you have."

"First person?" I thought. "Yeah, you and about two hundred gawkers on the pier!"

Romo continued, "May I help Madame and her beautiful daughter into the carriage? Then I will settle the sissy upon his little throne in the rear."

"Why thank you, Romo," Mummy responded.

"Romo," I thought, "little doubt what that rhymes with!"

With swishy movements matching his voice, he helped Mummy and Heather into the front seat and proceed to help me onto the 'throne.' Once seated, his fastened a seat beat across my lap, which firmly held me in position at the center, rear of the carriage. The seat indeed was elevated. From my hips up, my obscenely prissy sissy outfit, makeup and bondage would be clearly visible to all who we passed.

As Romo took his driver's position in front, Mummy said, "Now Dani, smile and show everyone what a happy prissy sissy boy you are!"

Heather did not even attempt to hide her giggles.

Romo lisped out, "Giddy up, you big thudly thallions!" and we were again off.

The ride seemed to take forever, and then an eon or two. The rocking of the carriage, especially when we went over cobblestones, made me sway back and forth in a manner that made me appear even more sissy-ish, if one could even imagine that to be possible. Too many people to recall called out names or snickered at me.

After what seemed as a couple of Paleozoic ages, we arrived at the large gates of a colonial manor house and began our final leg up a long gravel driveway.

"Whew," I thought, "the party cannot possible be worse than getting there."

Silly sissy!

We pulled up the main entrance and were greeted by a maid. I took that as a sign of getting back to 'normal.' However, she was unlike any sissy maids, including myself, whom I met to date.

She curtsied and said in the very high pitched, squeaky voice, "Good afternoon Ma'am and Missy. I am Mrs. Bracewell's maid, Fifi. May I help you and your sissy boy into the house?"

She helped Mummy and Heather out of the carriage first. Studying her, I did find her to be quite different. She was tiny, almost frail. Her maid's dress was made from completely transparent pale yellow organza with white trim. A white satin corset must have reduced her waist down to under twenty-two inches. Her open titties, partial supported by the corset's quarter bra, were enormous -- perhaps an "E" cup, which really was huge on such a tiny frame.

Her long dark hair was neatly piled upon her head with a huge white ribbon and lace maid's bonnet at its peak. Her stiletto heels had to be at least six inches.

However, three other things really caught my attention.

First, she worn very heavy makeup, but it appeared painted on, quite permanently painted on. Almost as it were a mask, which it clearly was not.

Second, each nipple was pierced with a thick silver ring. Little bells hung down from each piercing and rang out as she moved.

Third, and perhaps the most bizarre, her exposed tiny clitty shaft was ringed with a metal band that appeared to be riveted in place right through her clitty. From the band, another little bell hung down from a "D" ring.

I was unbelted, and both Fifi and Romo helped down. I could not resist giving that cute Romo a little wink. After gave Mummy a deep bow, he departed to tend to the horses.

Fifi, whilst still holding my leash, turned to Mummy and said, "Ma'am would you and your party care to freshen up after your carriage ride? Just off the foyer is a powder room that you and your daughter may use. If you wish, I can refresh your sissy.

"In addition, Ma'am, Mistress Bracewell left a letter for you on the table by the door. She requests that you read it prior to joining the party, Ma'am."

"Fifi, that is an excellent idea. Yes, please sort out my sissy boy. I suggest your undo his arms and stretch them out a bit while you fix his makeup and hair. But mind to securely place him back in his pretty ribbon before returning him to us. Heather and I shall require about fifteen minutes."

Fifi gave Mummy a deep, flawless curtsey as Heather and she turned to the powder room. Then, much to my great relief, Fifi untied my wrist and elbow ribbons and directed me to move my arms about. Although the bondage was not uncomfortable and did provide support for my arms, nonetheless they were a bit cramped and fatigued.

As Mummy and Heather entered the powder room, she led me to pantry off the foyer where she expertly began readjusting my hair, makeup and outfit.

"You are maybe the most beautiful sissy I have even seen," she commented in her high pitched voice. "So naturally feminine. Have you been put into petticoats and dresses, sissy?"

"Yes, Fifi, I spent the better part of the last week in frilly dresses. Today, Mummy wanted me to appear as her little sissy boy. I think it is part of my training or a test of some kind."

"Well, Mistress Bracewell certainly is all about training and correction!" Fifi wistfully responded.

"Can you tell me something about her, Fifi?" I asked.

After a nervous quick glance at a wall clock, Fifi said, "We have a couple of minutes, so I guess.

"Mistress principally trains sissy boys for their Mistresses. However, from time to time she also 'corrects' certain young men deemed to be incorrigible.

"There are five other sissy boys here today for the party and another Mistress. All the boys either are in or were once in training under Mistress Bracewell's direction. Her strong preference is pure sissy boys. She will adore how you are dressed, despite the fact that you are really just too feminine ever to be a sissy boy. Sweetie, you are all girl!"

I blushed and smiled back at her, again curious about her look. Neither Romo nor she fit the Bracewell sissy boy image.

"Could they be they 'other type' of 'student'?" I wondered.

Fifi seemed to read my mind and said, "I know, sweetie, you are wondering how Romo and I fit in. Well, we are the 'incorrigibles.'"

"Oh," was all I could manage.

"Sweetie, I must redo your arm bondage, but if you wish I can tell you a little about the two of us."

I nodded, and she continued while straightening out my bondage ribbons, "Both of us were guilty of horrible crimes. To make two long stories short, the authorities offered us the option of Mistress Bracewell's 'method' or prison.

"Neither one of us would have survived prison, which the authorities knew. We were just too young and a far too pretty. In both cases, prisoners do not take kindly to the types of crimes we committed."

"May I ask what those crimes were?"

"Yes, it hardly is a secret around here. Romo badly beat up two gay boys thinking that they were worthless 'fag scumbags' One boy only barely survived. I raped two girls because I thought they looked like sluts and deserved it."

A few tears ran down her cheek. I noticed that they merely went over her undamaged makeup.

"You can see the 'punishment' Mistress Bracewell meted out to us. I became the 'sluts' I raped, and Romo became the gays he bashed. For Romo it actually was not all that difficult as he, like so many other gay-haters, was latently gay himself.

"As I see you noticed, my raping anyone again is physically quite impossible. My 'transformation' is quite permanent. You noticed my makeup. Well, it is a combination of tattoos and permanent skin dyes. It will never come off. Nor will my voice ever change; it, as with many other things, was surgically altered. The rest, my piercings, tits, facial features, and such you can see for yourself. The only reason I retain my little imprisoned penis and chemically emptied balls is to remind me of my past.

"No, instead of the predator, I am now the object of such horrible desires from even more horrible men. Still, it's better than what the alternative was."

As she tied of my elbows to my sash in pretty bows and turned to my wrist manacles, I asked, "What is to become of the two of you?"

"Well, Romo is almost finished with his domestic houseboy training and is now a happily confirmed homosexual. He will be relocated to a gay household sometime in the near future. His 'replacement' is already here, although hardly trained."

"Will I meet him?" I asked.

"I doubt it," she replied. "He is undergoing one of Mistress Bracewell's more drastic 'corrections.'"

"As for me, Mistress is looking at alternatives as she really wants a true sissy to be her maid. Fortunately, because of my good behavior, she had ruled out the worst of them -- bordellos, harems and such. There is some talk about me being relocated to a Mistress Electra Von Hellwigg or a mysterious Countess."

"Oh," I thought, "It is indeed and very small world! Maybe the note to Mummy was about that."

As she completed re-securing my bonds, Fifi glanced at the clock.

"Oh, I chatted too long, we must hurry!" She took up my tessie lead and squeaked out, "Come along sissy, fast, fast!"

As we rushed, as much as I was able to, back into the foyer, Mummy, thank God, was just putting Mrs. Bracewell's note in her handbag.

"Ah just in time." Mummy said. "Thank you Fifi. I trust you two had a nice chat as well."

"Yes, Ma'am, we did." Fifi said as she executed another perfect curtsey. "And may this sissy slut compliment the Mistress on what a perfect sissy son she has?"

"You may indeed, Fifi." Mummy replied, carefully studying Fifi with new interest. "Now please remove that silly modestly bow over his teapot and place it on the table by the door. Then hand me his tessie leash and show us to the garden where Mistress Bracewell awaits."

After another curtsey, Fifi lead us through a beautiful Spanish colonial manor house and out into a magnificent lawn and garden area. About a small pond were five spectacular sissies, three of whom I recognized.

The first was little Chrissie, the Bambi-eyed choirboy sissy. His outfit was similar to the one he worn to the fetish ball. However, today his cassock was made from shiny pale pink chintz and his lacy & soft white surplice made from very light organza and lace that literally floated about his thin sissy body. He once again wore a broad, high ruff about his neck and a smaller matching one about his exposed, and quite stiff, but sissy-sized peenie.

He was standing on a little white platform singing a light Anglican harmony. He looked positively angelic. The platform was amidst a large pansy flowerbed and a woven stand of white and pink pansies adorned his head. Listening to his high lilting boy alto voice were Mrs. Kane and her two precious sissy blouse boys.

Mrs. Kane was tall and elegant woman with long dark hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore a tailored Victorian style high neck white silk blouse that buttoned in back. Her mauve long silk skirt had a broad waistband, accentuating her hourglass figure. She had flawless alabaster skin, which was protected by a large Victorian lady's hat.

Her boys were as spectacular as the two times I had seen them before, this time identically dressed and virtually impossible to tell apart.

Their perfectly pressed pale yellow sheer cotton blouses were tight, showing off their puffy little nipples beautifully, and were closed in back with many small fabric-covered buttons. The sleeves were short with pretty shoulder puffs ending in a tight cuff and a yellow satin bow. About their necks were large round, Peter Pan-style collars, which ended in sweet white ruffles and lace.

Their high waisted shorts matched the blouse's fabric. Fabric-covered buttons extending up the center of their bums secured the shorts. Their legs opened up into wide bottoms ending just above mid thigh. Each outside hem was finished off with a cute yellow satin bow that matched the blouse's sleeve bow. At the front of each waistband was a huge yellow and white satin bow.

Of course, their pink sissy teapots, with their beautiful white silk and lace peenie petals, were exposed. Their Mistress held two satin leads, each tied with a pretty bow to each sissy's peenie, just beneath its tiny pink crown. I noticed that that their peenies were somewhat large for a sissy and both were quite stiff.

Each wore white knee socks similar to mine, but with turned-over tops having laciest trim I had even seen. Pale yellow patent mary janes with two inch heels and satin toe bows adorned their little feet.

Their longish hair, nails and faces were done similar to mine, including rouge circles on their cheeks and a pretty, fussy pale yellow hair ribbon. Each, like Heather, held a frilly parasol in one hand and a dainty yellow patent handbag in the other. The boys had cute little white lace gloves just like mine, but without the bondage devices. Their posture, however, may well have been more limp wristed than mine, even without 'benefit' of my ribbon bondage.

Chrissie's tune turned to 'In Trutina.' Using my modest Latin, together with recordings I knew, I could not suppress a giggle over the irony of sissies actually contemplating the conflict between lust and chaste modesty.

"God bless kinky old medieval monks!" I secretly smiled. "Imagine what the old boys would have though of we four sweet sissy cumquats?"

The irony was lost on neither Mummy nor Mrs. Kane, both of whom were obviously chuckling.

"Four exposed -- no, shamelessly displayed -- throbbing sissy peenies, and a choice?" I now giggled to myself.

"Oh, dear Constant, hello," greeted Mrs. Kane. "Some moments are just too delicious, aren't they?

"Poor Chrissie was having a terrible time hitting the very high notes until I reddened his backside with one of Beatrice's birch bundles. But it's all better now."

"Indeed it is, indeed it is!" replied Mummy as the two exchanged air kisses. "You blouse boys are as spectacular as always, Katherine!"

"As are you charges. Heather gets more beautiful each time I see her. And, Dani makes such a perfect sissy boy. I so wish you would leave him there."

"Dani has to make a decision tomorrow, but with all sissies, is there ever 'really' a decision?"

The two elegant domineering women exchanged knowing smiles.

Mummy continued, "Dani is to have rather a different experience this evening with all the girlie she-male accruements he, or she, could ever hope for. Meanwhile, I love him as the pure sissy boy that he should have grown up as."

Chrissie then began Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Pie Jesu.'

"Mercy? Lambs, even?" I thought. "Now that is kinky, even for this crowd! So beautifully sung by such a beautiful English choirboy, but with his little be-ruffed teapot hanging out?"

As it came to an end, Mummy again air kissed Mrs. Kane and forged forward towards the group gathered at the end of the garden pond, and I suspected, the infamous Mrs. Bracewell.

The three of them were standing under an old shade tree – Mistress and two quite different sissy boys. Fifi was passing cool drinks; Romo stood attentively in the background.

Mrs. Bracewell was a slightly older and a tad less fit version of Mummy, but with the same regal presence and elegant presentation. She had wonderful long auburn hair drawn up into a Victorian mutton bun atop her head with a flowing cap of soft curls flowing out above her long elegant neck.

She wore a tight fitting ivory crepe blouse with a lace neck like mine, coming fully up to her face from the nape of her long neck, across her very set jaw lines to her chin. My neck appeared girlie-boy; hers was regal. The blouse closed with many crepe-covered buttons up her back.

Over her right breast was a cameo pin. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that it depicted a boy over his Mistress' knee being thrashed. Her ample bosom closed to a firmly nipped waist about which was a simple crimson satin cummerbund with a 'V'-shaped front.

She wore a classic black tight skirt styled from raw silk. Sub tropical heat be-damned, this woman could overcome virtually anything...and certainly any sissy!

Her sissies were quite different.

The taller, older boy had makeup and hair identical to mine and was dressed in classic sissy boy attire: high waisted lime green shorts and a very frilly, puffed sleeve pink blouse much like the one I was wearing. Although completely flat chested, he had enormous and very pointed nipples, which clearly showed through the sheer blouse. Its huge square collar was made from intricate lace with ruffled edges made from satin that matched his shorts. An equally huge lime green satin bow was tied at his neck between the front collar openings.

His shorts, however, had short puffy balloon legs ending in hems drawn tights with pink ribbons that were bowed at each side. Many small satin covered buttons closed a bulging peenie hole. His knee socks and pink satin shoes were similar to mine. Both his blouse and shorts were done up in back with many matched fabric tiny buttons.

The taller boy stood in an over the top sissy pose with one lace gloved hand to his hip and the other holding the smaller boy's tessie leash in a perfect limp wristed manner.

The younger sissy was dressed as a child in a darling little sailor's outfit made from polished pink cotton and edged in white satin trim. The front of his sailor's tunic had a huge satin white bow and his shorts had the classic sailor's buttoned front. He, as well, worn the knee socks and high bowed heels that seemed to be the order of the day, his being white with pink trim. He had long very curly blond hair with two cute little pigtails tied with white satin ribbons on each side. His wrists were tied with reinforced white satin ribbons sewn into the waist of his shorts.

He as well was flat chested, but his pointy little nipples managed to protrude through the thin fabric. However, his exposed peenie really caught my attention. It was the smallest little sissy teapot I had ever seen -- even smaller that Raquel's hormone reduced, soon to be removed, clitty. It was so small that his peenie petal only extended a mere inch and really was more of a wreath -- this despite the fact that it was very, very stiff and twitching.

"Oh, Constance, your sissy son is adorable...just perfect!" Mrs. Bracewell enthused as we neared them. "And that Heather is more beautiful than ever! What a perfect sissy girl she is!

"Good after Milady, Mrs. Bracewell offer in deference to Heather's title."

Heather deeply curtsied and blushed. "The pleasure is all mine, Mistress Bracewell," she replied as Mummy and Mrs. Bracewell exchanged hugs and the mandatory Mistress air kisses.

"Beatrice, my dear, it is so nice to see your again," Mummy replied. And isn't my Dani just so adorable! Have you ever seen such a perfect sissy?"

Mrs. Bracewell nodded in keen agreement and introduced her own sissies.

"This is Sonny, my Head Boy," she said as she gracefully held out one arm towards the taller boy, who went into an equally graceful deep flourishing bow.

"He has been with me for over five years now and has become my best example yet of a lady's sissy boy. He is truly every mother's dream! He's also so helpful with the younger boys as they come along.

"Over here we have a new boy, Leslie. Isn't he just precious? His mother sent him to me for further training and evaluation just this week. He turned eighteen a week ago, but has been dressed as a sissy for years. He simply was not boy enough to attend any regular schools, so his mummy kept him at home and schooled him in the finer things of life there I dare say that he has been in sweet panties his entire life."

"He really is adorable," Mummy responded. "I so terribly wish I could have brought Dani up in such a manner. Boy sissies really are a mother's dream! But, Beatrice, look at his poor little peenie. Why, it's literally quivering. Does the poor child need a milking?"

"I think he had a crush on your Dani, Constance. Oh, my, look at Dani's peenie. It also appears to be in a state of some distress. Perhaps they both should be milked?"

"Of course you are precisely correct, Beatrice," Mummy said as she moved behind my bound arms. "Sissies really are so needy in some things, aren't they?"

Mrs. Bracewell knowingly smiled in response and moved behind her distraught and equally helpless sissy.

The women moved us to face one-another and then, using just their thumbs and index fingers, teasingly began playing with one of our erect nipples and our peenies.

Both of us turned beet red as we were subjected to the humiliation of being forced to ejaculate in such a public manner by our Mistresses -- let alone the fact that my 'Mistress' also happened to be my very own mother!

"Oh, yes, sweet little magpie," Mrs. Bracewell cooed in poor Leslie's ear, "after a little squirt you'll feel so much better. So much stress for such an itty bitty peenie!"

"See, Dani," Mummy whispered in my ear, "you just can't help yourself, can you? Your little peenie is already are leaking. Now just squirt and show everybody what a complete sissy you are."

Both of us blushed even more deeply. I let out a moan, Leslie emitted a high squeal, and both of us, to our immense shame, squirted on cue!

"See, all better now," Mrs. Bracewell announced. "My, your Dani certainly is a squirter! His sissy cream almost reached my precious Leslie!"

"Well, Beatrice," Mummy added, "I must say that your Leslie can also squirt despite how tiny his little 'facilities' are. I bet his cream is a sweet as he looks."

"Oh," Constance, "I can assure you that my Sonny just adores Crème de Leslie. My Head Boy can never seem to get enough of it.

"Sonny, be a dear and use a hankie to tidy up the two sissies. We can't have icky little peenies about, can we?"

As the Head Boy meticulously went about wiping our peenies, Mummy asked, "Beatrice, dear, I hear you have a new miscreant to 'reform.' Is he about?"

"Well, in a manner of speaking, 'it' is about, if one may refer to the kennel as being about," she chuckled. The urchin isn't even properly housebroken. He quite literally 'lost it' when he found himself all dressed up in sissy boy finery. And he used the most despicable language. I thought a few days in the doghouse would point out the errors in his judgment.

"Would you are to see it? The kennel is just beyond the hedge behind us."

"Why, yes I would. Thank you Beatrice," Mummy replied, and we began walking down the hedgerow. "May I ask the nature of his crimes? Is he another homophobe?"

"Of course, you may, Constance. Not exactly, although some of the horrible things he says might lead one to think just that. Actually, he is guilty of serially sexually molesting young boys, and often in quite nasty ways. A court adjudicated him a sexual predator at the tender age of sixteen. The transgression that landed him here was a recent attack on two fourteen year-olds. This time he was on the wrong side of eighteen and faced something far worse than even my kennel. His explanation that, 'the little faggots deserved it,' did nothing to help his case.

"He is to become Romo's replacement. However, I do not believe he is as openly gay, and I fear he will not adapt quite as readily as dear Romeo. But adapt he shall -- sooner and less painfully, or later and far more painfully! His weakness is that he is a true bully, and all bullies are cowards underneath.

"As you will see, he has a real baby face. Although he is eighteen, he barely looks thirteen -- something that we shall enhance as his training progresses. When done here, he can look forward to being the young sexual object of older men for many, many years -- a 'deserving little faggot,' if you will!"

The kennel was a small barn with several cages extending from the building. Two of them each held a large Doberman Pinscher. Signs on their cages indicated their names were 'Fritz' and 'Buddy.'

A white picket fence surrounded the little complex. Off to one side was a typical doghouse. This one had ornate pink and white Victorian trim, giving it a fussy, sissy appearance. Large water and kibble bowls sat next to the house's entrance.

To one side was a post with a sign tacked to it saying, 'No-No, Bad Dougie.' Lower on the post was a huge iron ring from which a chain extended to the large steel collar of the most unfortunate and terribly unhappy 'Dougie-Dog.'

Having seen the Countess' human equines, Dougie's appearance did not surprise me. Dog foot boots were locked over his lower arms and legs, rendering him thoroughly helpless. A body harness connected by small chains to the four dog foot boots forced him to remain on his hands and knees.

A harness strap went between his arse cheeks that held a long thin dog tail protruding from his rectum, where no doubt, it was very deeply implanted. His teapot hung through a hole in the forward part of the strap. His peenie was forced into a horrible looking thin curved metal tube that was riveted into the strap.

Finishing off his bondage was a head harness that included long floppy dog ears and a hard rubber ring that kept his mouth open. A dog-like snout was glued to his nose. Numerous whip marks covered his bare flanks. Clearly, the boy presented a continuing discipline problem.

As we entered the fence's gate, No, No, Bad Dougie stopped trying to scratch himself and began to snarl at us through his mouth ring. Mrs. Bracewell pointed to several whips hanging on the gatepost and suggested to Mummy that she might carry one.

Mummy looked them over like a sommelier selecting a vintage wine and selected a long single tail dog whip.

"I think this shall do nicely if the cur is foolish enough to disrespect me," Mummy said. "Beatrice, this snake has a wonderful balance and hand," she added as if commenting on a fine instrument.

"I see he has not turned over his feeding dishes today," Mrs. Bracewell observed. "Maybe it can learn after all. Yesterday he made quite a show of batting them about and went with water or nourishment all day."

As we walked toward him, Mummy asked, "How much longer do you think, Beatrice?"

"Oh, it will be a while longer. After a few more days the fleas, dirt and kibble will have their effect. Then, perhaps, we will try a few rutting visits from the other dogs. I think that will eventually do the trick. After that, he should be absolutely delighted to wear proper sissy boy's attire and behave in an acceptable manner, don't you think, Constance?"

Mummy formed a sly, comprisal smile and said, "Well a spritz from old Fritz and a little rough rutty from Buddy should do the trick I reckon!"

Without warning as both women laughed at Mummy little rhyme, No-No, Bad Dougie launched towards Mummy and me in the most awful manner. I shrieked in a high sissy voice, entirely helpless to defend myself in my heels and arm bondage.

The next thing I heard was a loud clap and a sickening thud as Mummy's whip lifted Dougie's hindquarters into the air. He yelped and collapsed where he stood. A second crack moved his rear another foot. Two large blood red welts crossed his backside. He was quite finished.

Mummy, coiling her vicious whip as she went, walked over to where he lay, crying and crumpled in the dirt. He looked up at her, pleading with his tear stained eyes.

She held her crested belt clasp in her left hand, cocking her whip with her right and sneeringly said, "Animal, see this emblem and know it symbolizes the absolute female supremacy of 'The Order.' Never again make the mistake of failing to respect it!"

She cracked her whip mere millimeters from his face and turned as a pool of urine spread in the dirt about his hips.

"Well this is a whole new take on, 'Truth, Justice and the American Way,'" I giggled to myself. "This would be some 'Mama' to bring to a school 'show and tell!' Come to think of it, almost anyone here, including me, would make a helluva prize at any show and tell!"

"Now let us turn to more pleasant sissy games, Beatrice." Mummy continued as if nothing had happened with No-No, Bad Dougie. "I suggest a little round of 'Sissy Kissy-Kissy.' Maybe my sissy boy versus your Head Boy, eh?"

"Sounds like fine sport to me, Constance," Mrs. Bracewell chuckled. "Fine sport, indeed! However, Dani just was milked, is that really fair to Sonny?"

"Oh, Beatrice, not to worry. It is evened out by the fact that Dani is bound, and I'm sure your Head Boy has vastly more experience in sissy games. Also, Dani has gotten quite a reputation as a constant sissy squirter. What penalty to the loser are you thinking about, my dear?"

"Oh, Constance, I have a wonderful little 'Penalty Chair' that I dare say you will find most amusing," Mrs. Bracewell enthusiastically replied. "Then, the usual for all the sissies, of course."

Passing the shade tree and collecting Head Boy and Leslie, we returned to where Chrissie was still singing for Mrs. Kane and her blouse boys.

Turning to Romo, Mrs. Bracewell asked him to retrieve the Penalty Chair from the main house and asked Fifi to pass some cool drinks for all.

She continued, "Now, Ladies and sissies, Mistress Constance and I have decided to have a little game of Sissy Kissy-Kissy. It will be played between my Head Boy and her precious little Dani. To make it extra special, it will be Dani's very first time playing it. As all of you saw, he was just milked, so even with his cute bondage handicap, he should put on a great first effort! Of course, all you sissies will benefit in the traditional way from the loser's shame."

My face was again scarlet from having my embarrassing milking again mentioned, but I could not seem to figure out what this game was all about -- let alone the 'penalty!'

"Beatrice, let's set up the two sissies and then you might explain the rules to Dani," Mummy said.

"Ah, yes. First, Constance, please arrange the sissies facing each other about ten yards apart. Yes, dear, next to the pansy bed would be appropriate, don't you think?

"Now Dani, there are two points to this little game. One is to see which sissy is more of a pansy swish. The second is to see which sissy has the greatest appeal to the other. The game is only over when one sissy makes the other sissy squirt. Once you meet in the center, you must kiss and fondle the other sissy in one way or another, but only above his waist -- no peenie playing with either you hands or mouths. However, peenie rubbing certainly is permitted.

"The penalty will immediately follow. I know all you other sissies will be terribly worked up by then and will require urgent relief.

"Mrs. Kane, your mother and I shall be the judges. Ten points are awarded for each of the following: best swish mince toward the other, best sissy squeals and best kissing. However, the naughty sissy who first squirts has thirty points deducted. Ties require an immediate rematch. Thus, a totally hapless pouf may actually squirt first and still tie.

"I will unbutton Sonny's front. Constance, you may wish to puff up your little prissy's peenie. Will everyone else please circle around to enjoy the game? Giggly comments and cheers for you favorite boy are certainly welcome."

As Mummy carefully adjusted my lacy petal to best display my rapidly stiffening little peenie, I noticed Head Boy's 'equipment.'

Head Boy was huge -- really huge! "Oh my God," I thought, "that certainly is a true boy's cock, and it's hard and throbbing! Oh, my, how can I resist that power pole?"

After hooking the end to my tessie leash to my wrist, Mummy started to return to the other Mistresses. About half way, she noticed Head Boy's newly displayed 'assets,' and said, "Oh, Beatrice, your Sonny certainly does have lovely features!" Then, glancing back at me, she added, "Something that I see is not lost on my little sissy-swisher!"

"Well, Constance, as I said, he is the perfect mummy's boy!" Mrs. Bracewell snickered.

Everyone laughed and readied themselves for the fun. Even Fifi and Romo were into the game.

Mrs. Bracewell walked to the mid point between Sonny and me and held up a fine linen and lace hankie. "Sissies, when my hankie reaches the ground the contest begins. You will mince and squeal you way to the hankie and then commence sweet swishy sissy kissy-kissy games."

The hankie dropped and I started on my way. I just could not take my eyes off Head Boy's cock. It was not as large of some of the men I had 'known' during the past week, but it was just beautiful -- a straight, even shaft with a perfectly proportioned symmetrical head. The mere sight of it caused my derriere to swish back and forth. In voluntarily, I let out the high sissy squeal and wiggled my mini titties back and forth. I know I was a sight, but really could not care less.

Head Boy moved in a much more direct masculine manner, albeit certainly on the feminine side. It was as if he knew full well what his boy love stick was doing to me. He even made it move from side to side as he teasingly sissy-swaggered towards me, eliciting yet another squeal out of me.

'What an incredible nancy boy!" I heard Mrs. Kane exclaim. "It's hard to believe that he has not been doing this his entire life."

I heard her two boys giggle at my gushing girlie movements and jest that I was the most effeminate thing even they had even seen. Not to be outdone, Chrissie broke into a few bars of "I feel Pretty, I Feel Pretty."

"What a splendidly simpering prissy sissy you have, Constance," Mrs. Bracewell commented. "I'm afraid that he will shoot even before they make contact. Well, he certainly does have the mince and squeal points wrapped up, but after that he simply is too much of a pansy to last long."

Before I knew it, Sonny was upon me. I tried to give him my best girlie kiss, but he just took over. His kisses may have been light, but his invading tongue was insistent and demanding. I simply melted. My squeal quickly turned to moans as I surrendered.

For a second, I tried to regain some sort of control and began kissing his cheeks, but he deftly went behind me and began kissing my ear and then neck. When his hands went under my blouse and began fondling my nipples, my moaning returned. And when he pressed that beautiful boy-root against my bum, I completely caved in with a big squeal blending into a moaned, "Oooh, Sonny! Oooh, Sonny!"

A chant came from the other sissies, "Squirt, sissy, squirt! Squirt, sissy, squirt! Squirt, sissy, squirt!"

My orgasm was taking over and all conscious thought ceased.

The kissing on my neck ended and he snaked his head under my arm while he lifted up my sheer blouse. His mouth met my nipple and the orgasm freight train left its station. My entire body shuddered as one nipple was nibbled and sucked whilst the other was roughly teased between his thumb and forefinger.

The sissy chorus rang out again, "Squirt, sissy, squirt! Squirt, sissy, squirt!"

Of course, with a glass-shattering high pitch squeal, I did! Helpless, hapless little sissy that I was.

When I was able to regain some sort of focus, there was much laughing and celebration going on. It seems that Head Boy had never lost at this humiliating little game, and there was much joy that yet another sissy had fallen before his charms.

With considerable flourish, Mrs. Bracewell announced to one and all, "The final score by the judges is: Head boy, ten point for best kissing; Sissy Dani minus ten points -- ten points each for best mince and best squeal, but minus thirty point for squirting first.

"Dani shall now suffer the penalty for losing all control over his sissy urges. Romo, the chair, please. Let's 'mount' our little priss upon the Throne of Shame."

The 'throne' was placed before and I gasped.

The stool, itself, was nothing more than a well constructed pink stool that had a very narrow seat with a thin pole-like back mounted upon a wide, secure base. Atop the back was a white sign with pink script saying, "Throne of Shame." In front of the stood was a detached small step-like platform.

However, that was not what made me gasp. Rather, it was the mammoth and very realistic dildo attached to the narrow seat that made me gasp. It was at least as big and Lord Homequest's very, very manly tool. The dildo was coated liberally with lubrication.

"Let's get the little slut mounted and then the sissy fun can begin. I know all you poor sissies badly need some peenie relief after such a fun and exciting show," Mrs. Bracewell said.

"Romo, please guide him down, and Fifi, please open him up and position the 'Humbler' for penetration. Then rearrange his arms. Romo, once he is in place, please complete his 'connections.'"

"Sonny, he seems so enamored with your peenie that I want you to hold it beside his face throughout the penalty exercise. This is, until it's your turn to 'christen' the little oversexed vamp."

I was guided -- well, practically lifted -- by the very strong Romo over the stool. He took my tessie leash and threaded it though a hole in the seat just before the 'Humbler' and drew it tight before me. It appeared that I would have little choice about being 'humbled' this afternoon.

Meanwhile, Fifi unzipped the bottom end on my shorts enough to admit the formidable shaft and, God bless her heart, smeared some additional lubricant over my rosebud. She quickly, but gently, opened me up with one and then several of her fingers. I whispered a quiet 'thank you' to her. Romo pulled on my tessie lead and my imminent impalement began.

"Go with it baby," Fifi whispered. "We both know you love it, just as I have come to love it. And, yeah, Sonny is wonderful! He and Romeo have gotten me through all this. They both actually are dolls.

"Down we go, girl. Take it. Love it! I know you are a sissy girl. Some day maybe I can be one more like you."

I sank on it, little choice that I had anyway, and it felt increasing good to be so filled. When I hit bottom and felt my cheeks resting on the appendage's huge balls, I squealed again and quite without thought began moving my pelvis, which, of course, drew still more deriding comments.

My arm bondage was released -- thankfully so, as my arms were beginning to severely cramp. Fifi quickly rubbed each arm from shoulder to fingers, which brought amazing relief. However, in the meantime, Romo had tied off my tessie leash to a ring under the front of the seat and attached my neck to a collar on the stool's back post with a bondage ribbon. Fifi finished by tying my wrist ribbons to 'D' rings mounted on the stool's base.

Romo gave my bondage a final check and then reached down to rearrange my peenie in its petal so that it was on full display. Romo's little manipulations had my poor peenie quite stiff again.

I moved about in my quite secure bonds, not to mention the 'post' upon which I was 'sitting.' The sense of utter helplessness and humiliation brought on heavy breathing and a mask of tribulation crossed my face.

"Methinks the slut doth protest too much! Just look, her little sissy stick is stiff again -- and just after both a milking and sissy game squirting!" howled Mrs. Bracewell.

"Bring on the Cockette Chorus line!"

Mummy arranged the sissies in front on my, starting with the sweet new boy, Leslie. On his left were Chrissie and then the blouse boys. Romo, with his very erect boy meat inches from my face was on my right, more towards me than the others were. Clearly, they were lined up by the size of their peenies, all of which were very stiff and some even leaking.

The Mistresses stood to my left; Romo and Fifi, to my right.

"Well, all appears ready," announced Mrs. Bracewell. "Leslie, dear, you are to be first, followed by Chrissie and so forth."

Leslie shyly walked over to me and stepped up on the little platform several inches away from my face. Apparently, he was also new to the game. However, his urgently twitching tiny little pee-pee seemed to understand fully. Reflexively, I opened my mouth and his larger blond 'head' got the message from his tiny bald 'head.'

His little stick came tentatively forward and I licked its underside, much to Leslie's delight as he squealed in the most sissy of ways. I licked him a few more times and then just took his entire teapot, cute pink tessies and all, into my mouth. I gently sucked while moving my tongue about his bits and pieces to his even greater delight.

After only a few minutes, he squirted -- and squirted, and squirted. I had no idea where he stored all that sissy sauce, but his production was indeed prodigious! I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up, but still lost several drops from the side of my mouth.

As he withdrew, Mrs. Bracewell said, "Now Leslie, wipe your little peenie clean on that bad sissy."

He looked confused, but walked over to one arm and wiped her teapot about my upper arm, seemingly to avoid soiling my pretty outfit.

"Silly him," I thought. I still had four more peenies to service, and I knew from the airport scene that things were going to get messy, very messy indeed!

Chrissie next stepped up on the little platform, aligning his somewhat larger peenie with my mouth. He was already leaking and extremely eager. Without hesitation, he stuck his peenie in my mouth and started vigorously pumping in and out.

I formed a tight 'O' ring and tried to respond to his urgent movement with only modest success. This sissy was indeed in need!

Before I knew it, he was squirting, and in no less quantity than Leslie, but in a far messier manner as he continued thrusting in and out of my mouth. His cockette eventually slipped out from my cum-covered lips and shot its last spurt over my nose. He unceremoniously picked up the bottom of my pretty blouse and wiped his spent peenie with it.

Romo removed the platform and the taller blouse boys arrived next as a team. Their much larger stiff peenies jiggled as the approached.

"Eeewww, Mummy Kane, this sissy is disgusting!" the one on my right whined. "Look he's covered in cum and he still is moving about on that elephant-sized thingie. Eeewww!"

Without realizing it, the huge dildo had become comfortable within me, and I was rocking slowly back and forth on it. I blushed even more deeply as I heard chuckles and outright laughs coming from the assembled onlookers.

"Yes, Mummy, and we need to squirt so badly," pouted the other.

"Oh, sweeties, just wipe his mouth and finish-up from a distance," Mrs. Kane directed.

The sissy to my left gingerly picked up my already sticky blouse and wiped my lips and chin, leaving my nose covered in Crissie's cream. Then the two came at me at once, each stroking the base of his cockette until it was touching an opposite side of my mouth.

The one on my right banged my lips with his peenie, indicating that I should suck it. I did for a couple of minutes until he withdrew and the other peenie 'knocked' at my oral door. For several minutes, they rotated back and forth, one being sucked whilst the other masturbated.

"I'm ready," said the one on my right. "Me too," offered the one on my left as he withdrew from my sucking mouth with a pop and began stroking his cockette in unison with his twin.

"Open wide, you nasty cum-sissy!" they ordered, again in unison.

As I opened, they simultaneously erupted in even greater quantities than the prior two sissies. In an amazing feat of marksmanship, almost three-quarter of their sweet sissy cream actually went into my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from choking as I swallowed as fast as humanly possible.

Each stood to one side of me and wiped his peenie on the puffed sleeve of my now totally trashed blouse. The remainder dripped off my chin and cheeks over my titties. Even my shorts now had cummy splotches.

"Well done, boys," Mrs. Kane complimented her charges. "Well done, indeed!"

Brief applause and cheers ended as Head Boys swaggered to my front. His massive peenie had a drop of precum at its piss slit. He reached down and pinched each of my nipples through my cum-soaked blouse, leaving his considerable cockette a couple of inches from my mouth.

"Move that cock-filled sissy ass of yours. Show everyone how much you like cocks!" he sneered as his cock tauntingly swayed just out of reach. My eyes and head followed its back and forth movement as if I were watching a tennis match.

My hips began grinding the base of the stool, as he guided my back and forth by my nipples. I licked my lips as I stared longingly at his beautiful boy-cock. I knew I was making a slut-fool out of myself, but simply was unable to stop. My clitty was rock hard despite the massive anal penetration I was undergoing.

I was going to climax in this humiliating position right in front of all these people, and nothing I could do would prevent it. Nary was a shred of dignity left in me.

Still controlling me by my titties, Sonny started slapping my face from side to side with his massive boy-meat -- and I liked it!

"You want to suck my cock, don't you sissy-bitch?"

All I could eke out was a throaty, "Yes, yes I do. Please give it to me. Please, Pleeeezzze!"

Then he stopped and held it to my lips. I assaulted it. First licking the silky sides and then its velvet head. When I went down on it, I almost inhaled it -- taking it to its root on the first try!

Sonny liked my enthusiasm and moaned deeply, only adding to my lust. Which lust now possessed my body and soul. I was well into an intense orgasm even before realizing it. My hips had a mind of their own; my mouth had a mind of its own. His pinching was caused my titties to throb. I was about to have one of the most intense climaxes of my short sissy life.

Head Boy's 'head' shot its first cum-rope directly deep into my throat. He withdrew a bit, and the second went into my mouth. Each shot seemed as much as the entire load of the previous sissies.

My climax was upon me. I lost all control as my body began to convulse.

Sonny completely withdrew and unloaded his next rope in my hair, then worked downward across my face with the remaining three shots. My clitty erupted for the third time that afternoon, adding its meager sissy juice to my disgrace.

With that, I blanked out.

 

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