(Note from A Dominatrix: You'll enjoy this chapter much more sissy, if you put on some stockings and heels first.)

 

Princess' Appointment

by A Dominatrix

 

Part 3

 

My husband, Princess, stood naked in the office of Madame Camille of Salon Camille. Naked that is, except for a tight satin sheath which held his very aroused cock in check. Camille, my friend Felicia and I were in the process of considering how my dear sissy's body could become more feminine. This assessment was a precursor to a cosmetic make-over which I had arranged for Princess.

'He is a bit chunky, isn't he?' said Camille, reaching out to pinch some flesh on my thoroughly humiliated husband. 'Of course his diet should be reviewed, Anna. I have some good, if obvious, suggestions on foods he should be eating every day as well as those which must be avoided. Certainly he should be on a regular program of exercise.'

'He works hard enough around the house,' I said, 'and I don't want him to be more muscular than he is already. What kind of a workout would you suggest, Camille?'

'Surely we don't want him lifting weights,' Camille said. 'I would recommend a program of Pilates. As you know Anna, Pilates is most useful for dancers and others who want to tone up their figure without becoming muscle bound. In addition, there are many more women than men doing this type of routine so your husband would be engaging in a program that has a distinctly feminine aspect.'

'At the same time,' Camille added, 'you shouldn't underestimate the value of a good corset. Have you done any figure training with Princess?'

'He has worn a corset on occasion,' I answered, 'but the one I've been using on him is really too large and only reduces his waist to about 30 inches. I guess we'll probably have to make yet another purchase. You do cost money, Princess.' I said sternly.

'Yes, my mistress Anna,' responded my husband, eyes downcast, 'thank you for taking such good care of me.'

'Well,' said Camille, 'I happen to have something on hand, although it's rather smaller than he might need at the moment. But,' she said brightly, 'why don't we give it a try.' With that, she stepped out of the office and returned with a pink satin thing that had more the look of a waist cinch than a full corset. Camille held it up to Princess' face, giving him a delicious whiff of the fabric.

'What do you think, my dear?' she taunted him. 'Would this feel good around that sissy waist of yours?'

'Oh, Madame Camille,' my husband whispered, almost swooning from the intense mixture of humiliation and desire, 'if it would please my mistress Anna, I would love to wear it.'

Camille turned to me and I nodded. 'Lace it tightly, please, Madame. I don't want Princess to think that this some form of recreational device.'

'Of course.' So saying, Camille approached Princess from behind and, with a practiced flip, drew the pink satin around his middle and began to lace it up. It really was too small for my little slut. The ends of the cinch were far apart as Camille finished the lacing, with an expanse of cord cris-crossing the sissy's lower back. 'Now for the hard part.' As Camille said this, she seized the two looped ends of the laces, put her knee in the small of Princess' back, and pulled with a firm, cross handed motion.

Instantly, Princess let out a gasp of breath and his waist pinched inward as the ends of the cinch began to move, inexorably, together. 'Now ladies,' said Camille, turning to Felicia and me, 'if you would assist me we will bring the sissy to phase one of the cinching process. Princess, dear, please hold onto the door there while we snug you down just a little more. Anna, Felicia, if you would each take a loop and pull, I'll make some adjustments.'

Each of us did our assigned tasks, though I must admit I became a touch concerned watching Princess struggle to take a breath as we tied the laces down. 'Relax, Anna,' said Camille, reading the look on my face, 'he'll soon adapt to the pressure and begin breathing more normally. In fact, as we take him through his treatment today, we'll have occasion to tighten it even more severely. See how nice his waist looks. Why, you could almost say he has hips and doesn't it do wonders for his ass? Princess, take a little sissy walk around the office so we can check your form.'

Obediently, but with great shame, Princess did his best prance back and forth as the three of us admired his new figure. Not only did the small corset accentuate his hips and ass, it also pushed his little titties up in a most seductive fashion. The fact that his stiff, but constricted, penis waved ridiculously in front of him as he minced about certainly added to our amusement at his predicament.

'Yes,' I said, 'you've convinced me, Camille. A good corset will be next on the list. Now then, what else do you suggest we do with him today?'

Camille took another casual stroll around Princess, pausing to run her fingernails across the swollen, exposed head of his otherwise imprisoned cock. This compounded the sissy's torment and he gasped again. 'You know,' Camille said, looking at me, 'I haven't had the pleasure of sitting on a sissy for some time. Would it be alright with you, Anna, if we all sat down, with Princess as my chair?'

'I don't see why not. All fours Princess.' I ordered. Without hesitation, Princess got down on his hands and knees and offered himself to Madame Camille. Ceremoniously, Camille walked over to him, presented the toe of her shoe for a kiss and sat astride my husband, horsey fashion, making a great show of grinding her ass into Princesses back. Felicia and I sat down and our discussion continued.

'We should do his nails first.' said Camille, decisively. 'Nothing says 'sissy' more dramatically than a nice set of long, brightly colored fingernails.' When Camille said this, I looked at Princess' face as he struggled to provide the salon owner with a steady throne. I was pleased to see him blush furiously as he considered how much more explicit his sissiness would be with a permanent set of nails attached to his fingers. Up to this point, Princess had imagined that, on various outings, his feminization had been somewhat subtle. Now, it would be impossible to hide his true nature from even the most casual onlooker.

'That sounds good.' I said, putting my own toe to the slave's lips for a gentle kiss.

'Then, of course,' said Camille, 'we should do his make-up. I thought that we would give him the full glamour treatment today but hold off on doing his hair for another occasion. That way, when you walk him home, his maleness will still be apparent but his sissiness will be just as obvious.'

'I agree. Do you like that idea Princess?'

'Yes, my mistress Anna' he said, in a somewhat muffled tone, obviously becoming concerned about the walk back to the house.

'I'm afraid you don't sound enthusiastic enough, sweetie.' I said, standing up. 'I'd like to hear a bit more appreciation for all the effort we're putting in here.' I took a quick step to his exposed backside and, with a fair degree of pressure, pushed the toe of my shoe between his legs and against his dangling testicles. He squirmed in satisfying fashion giving Camille a little jolt of pleasure. Now he spoke out, loud and clear.

'Yes, my mistress Anna, I would love to be all dolled up for our walk home. I love being your sissy. Please command me and I'll obey.'

'Good. Camille, as he is receiving his various treatments today, I hope your staff will take the time to teach him about the different techniques they are using and show him how he can apply these methods when he's working on himself.'

'Of course,' Camille answered, standing up at last, with a wistful sigh. 'We'll have Tammi do his nails, she's very experienced and I know that she'll be excited about contributing to Princess' feminization. Then, Candice will do his face. She's also an instructor in a small class we have on cosmetology, so she'll be able to show him a great many things he can do when he's at home. I know that both women will not be satisfied until your slave looks as girly as possible.'

'If that's all,' I said, 'let's get started. Get dressed dear.' Princess stood up immediately and started to put on his sissy outfit. Bra, panties, skimpy top, shorts and baby dolls all went back on. I never get tired of seeing my husband put on his frillies and both Felicia and Camille giggled as we watched Princess get himself together. Naturally, being the focus of attention for three women in this degrading circumstance caused Princess a great deal of embarrassment, and his nervousness showed in his fumble fingered efforts to hook his bra behind his back. His several failed attempts only caused more laughter from his audience and garnered several derisive comments.

Finally, he was done and we brought him out to meet the salon staff. Tammi and Candice were both introduced and it was easy to tell that they were fascinated by the challenge of further feminizing my slave. Right away, Tammi took Princess in hand and began to tell him about his manicure.

'You know dear,' she said, as she led him over to her station, 'the nails you'll be getting today are going to change your life. They'll be very long and pretty but long nails are as much of a challenge for the first time wearer as high heels. Do you wear very high heels dear? Oh good. Now, lets have a look at those hands. What a good sissy.'

(To be continued)

   

  

  

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