Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2008 09:35:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Ray Smith <missy_satinpanties@yahoo.com>
Subject: TG Stories  A Brother In Need Is A Sister, Indeed.

A Brother in Need, is a Sister Indeed!
by Missy Satinpanties

     I've always been a sissy at heart. My father was wealthy, a drunk, and
disappointed in me. I was not a great baseball player, a football star, or
any kind of athlete, unless you counted a fair to middling game of tennis,
which my father rated as a wimp playing a girl's game. Oh well. My early
memories seemed filled with my mother holding me on her lap. I can feel the
soft material of her skirt, and see the lace of her bra though the blouse,
and just the lacy edge of her slip as it crept out from beneath her
skirt. I felt safe and loved when she held me, and safety and lace just
seemed to go together.

     Fast-forward to my junior year in high-school. My mom had been dead
for 4 years from a hit and run accident, and my father had climbed so far
into the bottle that I rarely saw him. He would come home from work and get
drunk, every night. Now, either no one in town knew, or no one cared; I'm
not sure. You see, Dad owned his own company, and made a pretty fair chunk
of money.  We had a guy come by to do the lawn, and a lady to clean the
house, and all that, so things looked okay from the outside. But to my
sister Carol and me, things looked very dark and dreary.

     My sister Carol is 3 years and a few months older than I am, although
since I have such a puny body (according to Dad), we are within a half-inch
of each other in height, and built about the same, except Carol looks a lot
prettier without clothes. (I peeked!) As for me, I'm right at 5'6" tall,
and weight about 155 pounds. My hair is just a bit darker than folks would
call honey-blonde, although that's the color it turns in the summer. I have
hazel eyes, with long lashes, that Carol always said should have been
hers. Carol looks so much like me, that folks think we're twins.

     As I said, I associated lacy things with safety, and after Mom died, I
took a couple of slips from her room. Many nights found me holding a slip
like a baby blanket, and crying myself to sleep. I would have some nights
that were unbearable. A bad day at school, followed by a drunken berating,
or a beating, from Dad, and I would be in bed, clutching that smooth nylon
slip, and crying myself to sleep. That's what I was doing when Carol came
in my room. She had come home from college for a few days of her spring
break, and had a day like mine, and wanted to talk, which was pretty
rare. She just stood there in her little pale blue baby-doll nightie, and
watched me cry, then came over to the bed, sat down, and pulled my head to
her shoulder, and held me like a baby. We both stayed like that for a long
time, as I cried for mommy, holding her tightly as she rubbed my back and
made little noises in my ear, like a mother comforting a baby. Finally, I
was all cried out, and we talked for almost 4 hours about Mom, Dad, our
family, and our feelings.

     Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, I confessed to my deepest
darkest secret. I had worn mom's slips, and found out that I liked to wear
panties! They made me feel soft, and somehow secure, like a little baby. I
had even borrowed some of Carol's things, and swiped a few things from
friend's sisters. I told her that I had even tried to make a diaper out of
a towel, and wear it, with less than fantastic results. For some reason,
Carol didn't laugh at me, and I sort of forgot all about the incident for
about a month or so.

     Then, one evening in June, Carol came into my room while I was just
lying on the bed, listening to the radio and reading. It was a rainy, dark,
and dreary day, and I had just given up doing anything constructive. Dad
was in Chicago, or New York, or somewhere, on a business trip, and we were
here by ourselves. Carol was standing by the door, just looking at me,
kinda funny. "Whatcha need, Sis," I asked. "I just wanted to give you a
present or two, little brother," was her cryptic reply. It wasn't my
birthday, or Christmas, or any holiday I could think of, and then I looked
at her again. She looked like she had just stepped out of an old television
show from the sixties, or fifties. She was wearing a dark blue silk dress,
a pair of black peep-toe high-heeled pumps that allowed me to just see here
painted toenails through the sheer toe of her stockings. Around her neck
was a single strand of pearls, and her hair, usually long and straight, was
pulled back into an elegant braid against her head. Her nails were just a
shade darker than pink, and her lips were painted the same shade. I just
stared! My sister is more the tight jeans and halter top, or whatever is on
MTV this season. She looked elegant, beautiful, and, and, like MOM! She
just stood there, with her hands together in front of her, one foot behind
the other, like a debutante waiting to enter a room. She smiled, and then
made a "follow me" gesture with her finger, turned around and headed down
the hall to her room.

     Well, what could I do but bounce up off the bed, and follow her,
although I felt a little less than dressed, since I was just wearing an old
pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. When I got to the door of her room, she
turned and told me to close my eyes. She then tied a large scarf around my
head like a blindfold, and led me into the room. We stopped, and she did a
very, very strange thing. "Put your hands up over your head," she said. I
did, and she pulled my t-shirt off. Then, without any warning, she yanked
down my gym shorts, and I was standing in her room, blindfolded, with
nothing on but a blindfold, and shorts around my ankles! At this point she
pulled off the blindfold, and told me to look at her bed. I opened my eyes
and saw a short pile of white cloth, some...some...diapers? Yeah, that's
exactly what they were! A pile of folded diapers, some diaper pins, a
couple of pairs of plastic pants, and some pink garments of some type, in a
box. Before I had time to think, Carol pushed me down on the bed, and
pulled my shorts off my ankles. "Raise your cute little bottom up,
sweetie," she cooed, and I just did it. She slid a diaper up under my
bottom, then grabbed a tin of baby powder, and the sweet smell just about
made me cry. She then brought the material of the diaper around and pinned
it in place, leaving me snug in thick cotton. Then, she grabbed a pair of
plastic pants and showed them to me. They were pale pink, with little
circus animals on them. She took one leg, and then the other, and guided my
feet into the panties, then pulled them up my legs, finally settling them
in, covering the diaper. I was now in a diaper and plastic pants, and Carol
was playing Mommy! I was happy, confused, and turned on, all at once. I
didn't know what to think, so I just lay back and let it just happen. "I
got hold of one of Daddy Dear's platinum cards, and did a little internet
shopping over the last month or so.' She said with a little grin, "I hope
you like my choices, Melissa."

     Melissa, I thought, who the heck is...oh...me! I just lay there with
my own silly grin on my face. Then, she put her hand under my neck, and sat
me up. With one hand caressing my longish hair, the other one dove into the
box on the bed. When she drew it out, there was a large pacifier in it. She
popped it into my mouth, and then tied a ribbon around my head, like a
gag. Then it was back into the box for another "gift." This time, she
pulled out a pair of what looked like pink satin mittens, but they didn't
have any thumbs. "Put your fingers together, Missy dear, and hold out your
widdle hands." She crooned. I did as I was told, and the when she had slid
the mittens on my outstretched hands, she tied the ribbons at the wrists,
so they wouldn't come off. I flexed my hands, and found that there was a
thick piece of some kind of material between the layers of satin, and that
my hands were now useless. Next, she dipped into her box, and pulled out a
garment of some kind. She held it up in front of me, and I could see that
it was a short, pink satin, short sleeved dress, with lots of white ribbon
trim and ruffles. I was told to put my arms up again, and the soft,
slithery dress was slid on. I felt like I was in a dream, and never wanted
to wake up! She laid me back down, and brought out the final item, which
was a matching pair of the most girly, ruffled pink satin panties I had
ever seen! "I found these at Big Baby Fashions, on the internet, and I
thought they would be perfect for my widdle girl," she said softly, as she
pulled the panties up, and snugged them in place over my plastic panties.

Finally, she sat me up again, and sat beside me on the bed, and just held
me. I broke down and started bawling like the little baby I was, and once
again, she held me, and softly told me that everything was going to be all
right. "You're my widdle baby now, Melissa," she whispered in my ear, "No
one is going to hurt you while I'm here. There I was, just turned 17,
dressed like a sissy baby girl, satin and diapers, while my 22 year old
sister was playing Mommy. Again, I didn't even think about it, I just went
with the feeling, and the feeling was good. Carol untied my pacifier, and
took out a hankie and dried my tears, and then held it for me to blow my
nose, like a little child. She held out a pink baby bottle to me, and I
allowed her to put it in my mouth, and began sucking at the apple juice,
while she cradled my head on her chest. I could feel her breasts as they
moved with her breathing, and could feel a girdle around her waist, and
without even thinking about it, I began to rub my satin-imprisoned hands
over her body. She didn't say a word, but her breathing increased a bit. I
finished my bottle, and she handed me a second one, and told me to be a
good little girl and finish it all. I did like I was asked, and when I had
drained the second pink plastic bottle, I looked her in the eyes, and
started to talk, but she held her finger against my lips and said, "Shush,
Missy, babies can't speak." I looked deep in her eyes, and started to
gurgle and coo like a baby, and then I began nuzzling her breasts through
her dress. Without a word, she reached down and started to undo her
buttons. The bodice on her dress opened, and I was greeted by the sight of
a black lacy bra. Again her hands were busy, and lo and behold, it was a
nursing bra! She opened one side, and I locked my lips on her nipple, and
sucked and licked contentedly, while my cock was doing its level best to
break through the layers of cotton, vinyl, and satin that held it
tight. Sighing, she opened the other cup, and I transferred my attention to
the other nipple. Meanwhile, Carol is stroking my like a baby, occasionally
allowing her hand to caress my bottom, or to rub my cock in its cocoon of
girlishness.

     All of a sudden, I had to pee, and pee badly. Years of training told
me to hold it in until I got to a toilet, but I KNEW I was wearing a
diaper, and I knew what was expected. I fought with myself, until Carol
whispered, "its okay, Sweetheart, that's why Mommy put you in you widdle
diaper!" Not wanting to disappoint Mommy, I finally let go, and filled my
diaper with warm, wet pee. With a look of supreme contentment, Carol just
beamed at me, and told me what I good widdle girl I was for peeing in my
didee!

     After a few minutes, she pushed my face away, and refastened her bra
and dress, laid me back down, and proceeded to take off my dress and pretty
panties, and pulled a short nylon baby doll nightie over my head, and
replaced the pacifier gag. I noticed that it was very large, and really
worked as a gag, especially with the plastic piece pulled against my lips
by the ribbon tied around my head. She unpinned my diaper, and pulled the
soggy cloth from me, and then began to clean me with a baby wipe. She
seemed to notice my hard cock for the first time, and wrapped her hand
around the shaft, and soon brought me the relief that I craved. I was in
heaven, and my sister was the most beautiful angel in the world! She
cleaned me up again, and put a clean diaper back on me, and pulled my
plastic panties back on. She then tucked me into her bed, and proceeded to
undress. Pulling on a white nightie to mach mine, but with nylon panties,
instead of vinyl, and got in beside me. I drifted off to sleep holding my
new mommy, and hoping it would never end.



     When I awoke the next morning, Carol was not in the bed with me, and I
started to stretch, only to find I couldn't! I realized that my ankles were
tied together with something soft, as were my still mittened hands, with a
rope running from wrist to ankle. Not only that, but I had to pee, really,
really bad! It all came slowly back to me, and I smiled, relaxed, and
filled my diaper (What a lovely sound those words still have, "my diaper!")
with a warm wet flow. Remembering my "lesson" of the night before, I waited
a while, then began softly crying, not wanting to break the spell of being
a baby. Soon, my efforts were rewarded by Carol's return.

Gone was the "Leave it to Beaver," perfect housewife's dress. What replaced
it was a gorgeous full length peignoir in ivory silk, and trimmed with pale
blue ribbon. She was wearing a pair of marabou trimmed high heeled
slippers, and to my eyes, never looked more beautiful! "Ah, we're awake and
wet, are we?" she cooed. "Well, wet Mommy change my widdle baby Missy, and
then we can get some nice milk." "By the way," she continued, I'll bet you
wondered why I tied your widdle hands and feet, huh? Well, I wanted you to
remember that you were a baby, not a young man. You see, I was afraid that
you would have just jumped out of bed as usual, and headed for the
bathroom. I wanted to keep my Missy Babykins a little while longer." I
could only coo and smile at my sister, the angel. An angel she might have
been, because I was in heaven as she lifted my bottom to slide a plastic
sheet under me. Next, she untied my ankles and hands, but left my mittens
on. I had the use of my arms, but not my hands. Then, it was off first the
satin followed by the crinkly plastic panties, the wet diapers, and then I
felt the cool softness of the baby wipes. As she was placing the fresh
diaper on me, and pinning it in place, she looked at me with a more serious
look on her face.

     "Missy," she started slowly, moving to the plush little dressing chair
in her room, "I want to know what you want. I mean, what you really, really
want." I started to speak, but she hushed me, and said, "I have a little
proposition for you, and I want you to listen to me very carefully. You
will listen carefully, won't you sweetheart?" I sensed that the time to
play baby was over for a moment, and I assured her that I was listening to
her every word. There we were, in my sister's bedroom, her sitting there in
an elegant silk peignoir and high-heeled slippers, and me sitting on the
bed, wearing a pink baby-doll nightgown, diapers, plastic pants with satin
panties over them, and a pair of pink satin mittens that made my hands
almost completely useless. Hardly what I would have thought of a week
earlier if I had imagined having a serious conversation with my sister. I
wasn't sure what was coming, but I was a little afraid of what she might
have to say. Maybe last night was a total mistake for her, and she was
ashamed. But if that was the case, why did she continue this morning? Maybe
she was going away, and this was her last present to me. But then again,
but no, but...I had no idea what she would say, but I knew that I had to
listen closely, or I would miss something very important to me. Her look
told me this much.

     "Little brother," she began seriously, and then giggled. "Maybe I
should say baby sister?" "Whatever makes you happy, Carol. You've made me
so happy these last hours, I don't care what you call me, as long as you're
happy with it," I replied sincerely. "Well, baby sister-brother, here's the
deal," she began, serious again. "I've had an offer from a man to move in
with him, and I'm going to take the offer, and want to take you with me." I
sensed that this was not an offer from a lover, or fiancé, and kept my
mouth shut while she explained. "A man wants me to be his paid, live-in
lover, or I guess mistress or escort. He's a little, well, on the, I guess
you could say, kinky side. He wants me to dress in corsets, and maid
outfits, and a few other get-ups that he hasn't shown me yet. That whole
ensemble I wore last night, as well as what I'm wearing now, came from him,
sort of on deposit. Now, where do you come in? First of all, last night was
the first time I have ever seen you sleep through the night without
whimpering and crying in your sleep. Yes, I've heard you for a long time,
ever since Mom died. You seemed truly happy and at peace last night, and I
made a decision during the night that I wanted you out of this house, and
with me. I love you very much, and want you to be very, very happy. Toward
that end, I called Eric late last night, and discussed it with him. If you
came with me, there would be conditions, sort of a fee for room and
board. Now, my sweet little brother, who looks so cute as my widdle
babykins, here is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, or rather
questions.  Question one is, do you want to live with me, away from our
father?" That one was easy, and I was sitting there bobbing my head up and
down. I noticed, for the first time, that I had stuck the pacifier back in
my mouth, and didn't remember putting it in! "Okay, Melissa dear, here's
the second and much more difficult question. Do you want to, or can you,
live as a girl for a year? This would mean doing everything, and I want to
emphasize, everything, a girl does. You would spend some time as a baby
girl, and some as a young girl, and some more grown-up moments, all to make
Eric happy." I was dumfounded and confused. My mind was churning at a
million miles an hour, and getting nowhere. I was also a little turned on,
no really turned on, as I was hard as a rock under my diapers. (I do love
saying that!) "Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you really
understand?" She asked me, staring at me intently. I took the pacifier out
of my mouth, and looked deep into her green eyes. "I think I understand, at
least I hope I understand. We will be together, out of here, and I get to
stay a little girl, and feel ever so safe and happy. But, I would like to
know a little more about this guy. How did you meet him, why the whole
arrangement, and probably a thousand other questions once I calm down and
think of them!"

     My beautiful sister just sighed, her small, perfect breasts rising and
falling under the thin silk. She looked down at her hands, her thick,
shiny, dark golden hair falling in curtain on either side of her soft
face. Quietly, she told me the story. Instead of waiting tables in a chain
seafood restaurant like she had told us, she had been working as a stripper
at a small but rather expensive club. She told me that she could make as
much in one night there, as she could in 2 weeks as a waitress, and she
only had to work 6 hours a night, 4 nights a week. On a good night, some
yahoo might stick a twenty in her g-string, in amongst the singles, fives
and tens, or maybe even a fifty, and even though these large bills almost
always had the guy's phone number on them.  She never used the numbers, and
the bank took 'em just the same. Well, one night, this older gentleman came
in and sat near the stage. His suit was expensive looking, but not flashy,
and he had a thin watch on his wrist that was almost surely solid gold. She
had seen him in there at least 3 or 4 times before, but always sitting at
the bar, sipping a drink, and not really seeming to be interested in the
meat market on stage. This night, though, he sat right up front, and when
Carol came on to dance, he watched her like a cat watches a mouse. Finally
when she was down to just her tiny little red panties, and dancing near the
edge of the stage for her "tips", he leaned forward, and instead of pushing
a bill under the elastic, he held out a little black cloth bag, and quickly
tied it to the g-string. She could feel that it was kind of heavy, and she
looked around for one of the bouncers or the manager to see what she should
do, but they were just watching it happen, so she quickly finished her
promenade, and headed for the dressing room. She threw the loose bills into
a cigar box, put on her robe, and then opened the little bag. Inside were
ten crisp new hundred dollar bills! A thousand dollars! There was also a
note, not scribbled on a napkin, but written in elegant script on a piece
of heavy stationery. In it, he asked to meet with her to discuss certain
living arrangements, which would pay a lot more for the year than stripping
in a smoky club for a bunch of local buffoons. If she was interested, she
should get dressed, and come out into the parking lot in 15 minutes. If she
was afraid, one of the security men should accompany her, by all means.

     To make a long story short, she went, and met with Eric, who told her
that he wanted her services as a live-in mistress and escort for a year, or
maybe longer. She would be at his beck and call, wear whatever he wanted
her to wear, go wherever he wanted her to go, and do anything he wanted her
to do. The only thing Carol told him was that she didn't, and wouldn't
touch any drugs. Eric laughed at this, and told her that when you had
power, money, and the total services of a beautiful 22 year old, who needed
drugs!

     "Well, my sweet widdle baby sister, Missy, what do you think of your
"Mommy's" story?" She asked, looking at me again. "Please don't bother
trying to talk me out of it, because I've already signed a contract with
him for my services. In return, any clothing he buys me, and any jewelry is
mine to keep, along with any other gifts that he gives me. I suppose I
could even keep a few of the "costumes" if I chose. He will also pay all of
my expenses while I am living with him, including full coverage medical and
dental insurance. Once the contract is ended, he will pay me twenty-five
thousand dollars in cash, pay to move me anywhere in the country I want,
and will either help me secure a good job, or pay one-half toward college
tuition at almost any college I want. That $25,000, plus the almost $9,000
that I have saved up by dancing, plus the $6,500 that I got from Mom's life
insurance, should add up to a nice little nest egg to get my life started
in a year. Eric has also agreed that if you sign a contract with him for
the year, he would give you the same deal, except for ten thousand, not
twenty-five. At then end of the year, with the sixty-five hundred that we
both have in the bank from Mom, and our "wages", we should have around
fifty-eight thousand dollars to split between us, and college half paid
for!" I laughed as she breathlessly recited this, and sat there with my
mind spinning. "Uh, Sis, or Mommy," I started. "Yes my sweet?" I can add
another four thousand or so to the total. You see, I've been sneaking Dad's
ATM card out when he's passed out, and taking a few hundred dollars out at
least once a week for a while now. It was going to be my escape money for
this summer, as soon as I had graduated." Carol just threw up her hands and
laughed, a pure, clear laugh that told me that all was right. I looked at
my wonderful sister, and confidently told her, "You tell Eric, that if he
puts the contract in front of me, I'll sign. At least if you take these
mittens off long enough!"

     Carol's smile beamed at me like a searchlight through the fog. She
jumped up, and threw herself on me, and before I knew it, she was kissing
me deeply, our tongues fighting for space in each other's mouths. I tried
to pull up her gown, but with my hand-hobbling satin mittens sliding on the
smooth silk of her gown and robe, I got nowhere. Finally, Carol broke away,
and stood up. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes, and asked me if I was
ready to begin my year of servitude. I looked at her without a word. She
pushed me back on the bed, and grabbed the soft ropes that she had used the
night before. Quickly, my hands were tied to the bedposts, and my ankles
followed suit. Truth be told, I didn't put up much of a fight! Slowly she
reached up and undid the clasp that held the robe of her peignoir closed at
the throat. It hit the floor in a soft heap. She reached up, and slid the
thin straps of the gown off her soft white shoulders, and the silk
slithered to the floor around her ankles with a soft, sibilant whisper. My
sister, my sister, now stood naked in front of me, wearing nothing but
white high heels and a white silk thong. Slowly she peeled the thong down
her smooth legs. I could see her beautiful B cub breasts, with deliciously
firm nipples, heaving with each breath. I followed the delicate curve of
her stomach to see her shaved pussy, already glistening. She climbed on the
bed, and I strained to lick her breasts, but couldn't reach them. She just
sat there, with her legs straddling my body, my body still dressed like an
infant girl, tied to the bed, with a cock so hard under my diaper that I'm
sure it would have been able to split wood! Slowly she moved up my body,
until that pussy was right over my face, and then she lowered herself onto
my waiting mouth, and told me to lick her until she came. That was one
command that did not need to be given! I had never eaten a girls pussy
before, in fact, had only seen them in a magazine, but with Carol's
guidance, soon learned how to pleasure a woman with my mouth. When she
came, my mouth was flooded with a pungent, salty fluid that was the pure
essence of my sister. I loved it! She moaned, and shook, and came a second
time in just moments. Finally, she rose off my tired, but happy tongue, and
looked down at my cum covered mouth. "Missy," she whispered breathlessly,
"That was wonderful! I have never had two orgasms before, and never had one
this good!" She closed her eyes, and sort of shuddered. Opening them again,
she fixed me with those wonderful green eyes and asked if I was ready to
pass a little test. Test? What kind of test? What was she talking about? I
was confused, and wanted to ask questions, but she lowered that wonderful
pussy back onto my face and told me that she had to pee. PEE?!? NOW?
HERE?!? Did she mean in my mouth? Suddenly a warm salty flow began, and
without thinking about it, I began to swallow the sour, sharp tasting
pee. I didn't think she would ever stop, but finally, she raised herself a
bit, and told me to use my tongue to clean her up. I did this without
really thinking, as my brain had ceased to function. I just knew that the
pee had come from Carol, I loved Carol, and therefore, I loved her pee. It
all made sense, in a way.

    As she sat over me, she was smiling like the Madonna. She reached over,
picked her thong up from the floor, and picked up my pacifier. She drug the
skimpy little panties back and forth over my face, and I could smell the
combined scent of her perfume and her wonderful pussy, all the while
tasting her pee in my mouth. Suddenly, she shoved the thong into my mouth,
and forced the pacifier in on top of it, tying the ribbons very tightly
behind my head. I was gagged with my sister's panties! She began kissing my
face, and then lifted the baby-doll nightie, and began kissing my stomach,
moving up to my nipples. I had never thought about a man's nipples
before. Girls had nipples that were to be explored, guys just had 'em. Now,
I learned differently! She began to suck and nibble on my very sensitive
nipples, until I thought I would go nuts! Finally, I felt her hands pulling
down my satin panties, and then my plastic panties, as far as my bound and
spread legs would allow. She slowly undid my diaper pins, and as the thick
cloth came loose, my cock sprang to attention. Lovingly, she began to lick
my cock and balls, and all I could do was moan around my gag, and try to
hump more of my cock into her soft, warm mouth. Finally, she took all 5
inches of my cock into her mouth, and began to suck it to the back of her
throat. That was it, I came almost immediately! My sister, whom I had
always thought of as just my sister, another person living in the house,
who just happened to be a girl, no make that a beautiful girl, had just
given me a blowjob! I'll admit to a few fantasies about her as she got
older, and became a young lady. I've even peeked in her door while she was
dressing, and the sight of her back, clad only in white panties and a bra
was very exciting. But she was my sister! You didn't even think about sex
with your sister! Yet here I was! She looked up at me with a sly smile, and
asked if I had enjoyed it. What a stupid question!! I had just received my
first blowjob, got it from a beautiful girl who had just fulfilled
fantasies I didn't even know I had, and she's dumb enough to ask if I
enjoyed it??? All I could do was try to talk through my gag, and bob my
head up and down as hard as I could

.

     Without untying me, or removing my gag, she slid out of bed, and
slipped back into her gown and robe, and slipped her feet back into her
sexy heels. She leaned down and stroked my cheek, and told me that I could
look forward to this and more, some things I hadn't even thought about, and
some things I might not enjoy, if I signed the contract with Eric. With
those cryptic words, she untied my pacifier, and slowly untied my hands and
feet, and helped me sit up. She walked over to her desk, and took a paper
out of the drawer, and placed it in the center of the desk, along with a
pen. She then walked over to me, and took my sweaty hands out of their
satin risons. She pointed at my sissy panties, and told me to put them on,
and then led me to the desk. She told me to read the paper very carefully,
and then if I really wanted to go through with it, sign not only my real
name, but my "new" name at the bottom. I read the paper twice, and what it
said was that in return for the monetary compensation that Carol had
described to me, I was to be Eric's servant, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week,
for a period of 1 year. I was to serve him, and anyone he designated in any
way, including sexually. Punishment, in the form of bondage and spankings
could be given out for non-performance of my "duties." At the bottom of the
paper there were two lines, with a typed name next to each one. The first
line read "Michael W. McMurray," and the second read simply "Missy Melissa"

     "Melissa," Carol said softly from behind me, with her hands on my
shoulders, her hair around my neck, and her soft perfume filling my
nostrils, "I want you to really think about this, make sure it's what you
want. If you sign this, I'll call Eric, and he will send a car for us
tomorrow. You can take anything you want with you, and Eric will put it in
safe storage for you. We will leave a letter for Dad, pack your things, get
dressed, and get in the car, and leave. No looking back, no regrets. I want
you with me for this, but more importantly, I want you happy." Without a
word, and with my hands shaking, I picked up the pen, and signed both my
"old" and "new" names on the contract. Carol reached over me, took the
contract, and slid it into a manila envelope, stepped to her dresser and
picked up a cell phone. She hit a speed dial and waited a moment. When the
person at the other end answered, she only said that I had signed the
contract, and would be joining her at the estate tomorrow. The other voice
said something, and she repeated, "Two O'clock, dressed as per
instructions. Yes." With that, she hung up, and wrapped me in a soft hug
that took all my fears away.

     Carol took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. There, she sat
me on the rug while she ran a bath, and added some scented oil to the
water. While the tub was filling, she told me to stand up, and take off my
nightie and panties, and to stand with my arms stretched out. She then took
a bottle of depilatory cream, and smeared it all over my body, paying close
attention to the crack of my ass and my armpits. I stood there, with the
cream kind of burning, for about 10 minutes, and then Carol started the
shower, and told me to step in. The hot water sluiced off the cream, along
with any body hair I had. Then, she turned off the shower, and led my to
the now-filled tub, where she washed me like a little child, even washing
my hair for me with a flowery scented shampoo. Stepping out of the tub, I
was dried off, and then she used a powder puff to dust me with perfumed
talc that smelled like the bath oil; soft, flowery, and very
feminine. Finally I was led back into her room to begin getting ready for
the next day. Carol shaped my fingernails and toenails, and painted them a
soft pink, plucked and shaped my eyebrows, which hurt, brushed my hair
until it glowed, and finally tied it into a pony tail with a pink ribbon.

     We spent the rest of the day doing my "lessons." Carol showed me how
to walk in high heels, how to curtsey, and how to talk like a girl. I still
looked like a boy who dressed in girl's clothes, but I was starting to get
into the role fairly well. The lessons were mixed with periods of kissing,
hugging, and some serious oral ministration to my "Mommy's" delicious
pussy. Finally, after supper, she told me that I had two more lessons that
I must learn before I could go to Eric's with her. She reminded me that I
had signed the contract, but since she still had it on her desk, it could
be torn up at any moment, if I so desired. So far, I had no such
desires. That almost changed, though.

     I was now wearing a formal gown that Carol had worn to her high school
junior prom. It had a burgundy satin skirt, with an almost sheer white top,
capped short sleeves, and an ivory bow in the back. I was surprised that it
fit almost perfectly! I had on a pair of white satin panties that tied in
cute little bows on the side, a camisole, thigh-high stockings, and a pair
of high-heeled pumps with 4 inch heels. This was what she was using to
teach me how to walk and talk like a girl. Now, she told me it was time for
my final lessons, and these were going to be the ones I might not like. She
told me to open my mouth, and in moments I was back in the panty and
pacifier gag. Then she led me down the stairs to the living room, and
behind a low backed leather chair. With some Velcro straps that were
stashed under the chair, she secured my ankles to the chair legs, and then
told me to bend over the back of the chair, while she ran ropes from the
Velcro cuffs that were now on my wrists, to the front legs of the chair. I
was now helpless, and bent over in a very compromising position. I knew
what was coming, but was scared nevertheless. Carol whisked the long skirt
of the dress up over my back, and now I found out why the panties were tied
into place. As she pulled at the bows, the panties fell away, leaving my
ass naked and vulnerable. I saw several flashes, and knew that she was
taking pictures of everything, like she had all day. Finally she moved
around to in front of me, and took a picture of my gagged mouth and
pleading eyes with tears beginning to form, telling me that these were
going to be e-mailed to Eric to prove that I had passed these little
"tests."

She then moved behind me, and I felt her run her hands all over my hairless
and stocking-covered legs, and then run them up to my naked bottom. I was
shivering with dread and delight, as she cupped my balls in her soft hands,
and gently ran her finger nails along my cock. I wanted her to continue,
but she left my cock and balls, and soon I felt her finger at my rosy
little butt hole. "Relax widdle Missy," she cooed, "The more you relax, the
less it will hurt you, my sweet widdle babykins." I tried to relax, and
soon her slender finger was in my ass all the way. It was a bit odd and a
little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt as she moved her finger in and
out, and then pulled it all the way out. Next, I felt her finger smearing
something cool on my ass, and then the finger was back inside, smearing
what had to be lube inside my sphincter. Now I tensed up! More cajoling and
cooing from "Mommy' soon had me calmed down again, especially when she told
me that if needed this to stop, all I had to do was to snap my fingers 3
times, and we would stop, I would get untied, and the contract would be
shredded. I knew I really didn't have a choice, but it was nice to think
there was an escape route available if I needed one.

     Now, I felt something hard and cold against my bottom, not like
Carol's warm soft finger. "This is a little butt plug, my baby darling,"
she said softly as she pushed it against my muscle, and then all the way
in. This one hurt, a lot! I yelled into my gag, and was openly
crying. Carol told me that she was going to leave it in for 10 minutes, and
then she would be back. I was alone, tied to a chair, dressed like a girl,
with a plug up my ass! What in the Hell was I doing?! So far, I had been
dressed and treated like a baby girl, gotten a blow job from my sister, and
peed in my diapers, twice! I had eaten my sister's pussy, and then had her
pee in my mouth! Now I had signed a contract to be a slave and sex toy for
a man I had never met! I suspect Carol had given me these ten minutes to
think about exactly this, and when she returned, she confirmed my
suspicions.

     "Melissa, my sweet little darling, have you been thinking about what's
happening?" she began, and even though she was behind me, and I couldn't
see her, I started nodding my head yes. "Well, baby doll, do you want your
Mommy to stop, or should she keep going? Snap your fingers twice to keep
going, and once to stop. I want you to know I won't love you any less, no
matter what decision you make. To me, you will always be my baby brother,
and deep down, my Missy Babykins." I thought very hard, and almost before I
realized it, I heard my fingers snap twice, and Carol laughing and cheering
me! "Oh Babykins! I love you so much, and I'm so glad you decided to go
along! But now, it gets a little harder. With this warning, she walked
around in front of me, and I saw that she was naked, except for completely
sheer black robe, a pair of black stiletto heels, and, and, a...oh God! A
realistic strap-on dildo was bobbing in front of her like a man's cock! She
warned me not to speak, and she removed my pacifier and soggy panty gag,
giving me a moment to work my mouth around to get rid of the stiffness. She
then stooped down in front of the chair to retrieve something from the
floor. It was another cock with a harness on it, and I couldn't figure out
where it would go, until she told me to open my pretty little lips. I
balked, looking at the long, horribly thick, and very realistic cock that
was facing my mouth. As she pushed it against my lips, she reached up and
grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. I held out for a moment, and when I
finally opened my mouth for a breath, she gently but firmly shoved the
monster into my mouth, and tightly secured the harness around my head, so
the there was no way to force out the intruder. Then, with cooing
encouragement, she moved around behind me, and slowly slid the plug out of
my ass. Quickly, I felt another intruder, although she told me that it was
just another plug, but a lot bigger than the first one. This one went in
easier than the first, but it still hurt, and I could feel my butt hole
spreading wide for this new intrusion. "Now, darling, this is where it's
going to get very, very difficult. Try to be brave, and be my good widdle
baby girl, and I will make it up to you later. This is going to hurt, and
you have my permission to cry, sweetie." With these words ringing in my
ears, I felt a new, and very unwelcome sensation, as an unseen paddle
cracked across my naked and plugged bottom! I began screaming into the
cock-gag that completely filled my aching mouth, and the tears began to
flow like rain down my cheeks. Blow after blow landed on my tender bottom,
and the searing pain and heat were almost unbearable! But, for some reason,
maybe love for Carol, maybe because I really was a submissive widdle sissy
baby, I never used the escape route. Finally after what seemed like a
million blows, but which turned out to be only 15, my beautiful Mommy put
down the paddle, and began rubbing a soothing lotion on my sore bottom. I
felt her fingers fool around my crack, and then the plug was slowly, ever
so slowly, pulled from my abused hole. The relief, though, was short lived,
as I felt her hands on my hips, and I suddenly remembered the strap-on
monster. Slowly she forced this final indignity into my completely
helpless, tender, and much abused ass. It was pain beyond belief, coming on
the heels of the first spanking I had gotten since I was 6 or 7, and that
was only Mom's hand, NOT a paddle!

     Ignoring my squeals, my tears, and my violent squirming, she continued
to force the monster cock up my defenseless bottom, until I could feel her
body pressed against mine. Reaching forward to caress my cock, she drew
back, until it was almost out of me, and then drove it forward with a
vengeance! Harder and faster she fucked my poor ass with the plastic cock,
all the time massaging my stiff cock, until I couldn't tell where pain
ended and pleasure began. Her voice, constantly telling me how much she
loved me, and wanted me to be happy, became ragged, and her breathing
became louder as she approached her own orgasm, from the end of the dildo
embedded in her pussy. My own orgasm was building, and as I shot a load of
sissy cum all over the back of the chair, I could hear "Mommy" about ready
to orgasm behind me. With a final moan and a shudder, she came to rest on
my sweaty back, and I could feel her breasts against me, heaving with
exertion. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled out of me, leaving my ass
feeling empty, somehow. The large butt plug, though, was replaced, and she
came around in front of me, and released my hands, and took out the
horrible cock gag. My hands were still hooked together by the Velcro wrist
restraints, and with a quick ripping motion, my hands, and then my feet
were freed. When I turned around on legs of jelly, Carol had dropped her
cock and harness, and wrapped her arms around me, and began hugging and
kissing me, like tomorrow would never come.

     My darling, lovely, Sister-Mommy led me back upstairs, and took me
into the bathroom, where she drew another bath. While it was running, she
gently pulled out the butt plug, and told me use the potty like a big girl,
and then get undressed. She sat me in the warm fragrant water, and told me
sit there for a few minutes, allow the hot water to soothe my aching
muscles, and sore bottom. She left the bathroom, telling me that "Mommy
would be right back." I relaxed and replayed the day's events over and over
in my mind. Could I go through with this? Could I really pull this off? Did
I want to back out? The truth was, that even with the pain of the evening,
I loved being dressed in satin and lace, and adored being loved and cared
for. The sexual release was almost secondary to the feeling of love,
safety, and security. That's what finally made my decision for me. Eric
wanted me, Carol wanted me, our father didn't care. I would go with Carol,
and not look back. I would be the best little girl, sex toy, slave, or
whatever Eric and Carol decided I should be. My mind now at ease, and the
pain in my bottom subsiding, I relaxed completely in the girly bubble bath,
waiting for Mommy to come and get me.

     We spent the rest of the night, with me dressed as a baby girl, and
Mommy back in her ivory silk peignoir. Around 10:00, the sexual tension got
the best of both of us, and if anyone would have looked in on us, they
would have found a naked young lady, on top of what looked like a very
large baby girl, fucking like 2 minks! After I came in her sweet pussy, she
moved up over my mouth, and without a word, I knew what to do. I licked and
sucked our combined juices out of her, and brought her to two more orgasms
before she collapsed on top of me, and we drifted off to sleep.

     The next morning, after a shower and a quick touch-up with the razor,
we packed up all the things that I wanted to keep. I was surprised to find
that it all fit into two suitcases, without forcing. After setting the bags
by the front door, we went back upstairs where Carol pulled 2 large boxes
out of the closet. Telling me that these were the clothes we were supposed
to wear to meet Eric, she opened the first one to reveal a white satin
corset, on top of a mass of white satin and frothy lace. Withdrawing the
corset, she set it on her body, and hooked up the front. Grabbing hold of a
bedpost, she told me to pull it as tight as I possible could, and then tie
it off. When I had it as tight as I could, Carol's waist was pulled in
farther than I thought possible, and her pretty little breasts were pushed
up and out so they looked larger than before. With my help, she then rolled
white silk stockings up those beautiful legs, and hooked them to the garter
straps. A matching white satin panty went on next, over the garter
straps. Finally, I helped her put on a pair of white high-heeled sandals,
with a cute little ankle strap, that...they had locks! She instructed me to
put the little brass locks on the straps. I asked her where the keys were,
and was told that they were with Eric. Finally, she pulled out what I saw
was a beautiful white satin and lace bridal gown, with sleeves that came
right down to the back of her hands, with little loops that went over the
middle fingers. I zipped up the tight dress, and I realized that even as
slender as my sister was, this dress would never have fit without the
corset. When Carol was dressed, it was time to get me ready.

     Step one was to put the large, hated butt plug back in my rear
end. She then covered it up with a super-thick diaper, with some sort of
extra material between the legs, that kept me from putting my legs anywhere
close to together. Pink plastic panties came next, although these had a
covering of pink nylon, and several rows of white lace on the bottom. As
she was pulling them up my legs, I noticed a thin chain running all around
the waistband, which my Mommy locked behind my back. Next, she lowered a
white petticoat over my head, and as it settled around my waist, I could
see that it had lots of layers, and stuck out almost a foot from my body,
and wasn't even really long enough to cover my plastic panties! A pink
satin party dress came next, zipped up the back, and then fastened there
with a button, so there was no way to easily get undressed. White nylon
ankle socks with stiff pink lace came next, followed by pink patent leather
Mary Janes, that, just like Mommy's high heels, were locked onto my feet
with tiny brass locks. A sparkly pinafore, tied in back with a big fluffy
bow finished the outfit, or so I thought. Mommy brought out my mittens
again, and with a request to "hold my widdle hands out, with my widdle
fingers tight together, she slid them on, and this time, ran two more of
the little brass locks through a couple of eyelets in the wrists, before
tying the ribbons. A big brimmed pink satin bonnet was tied onto my head,
and my mouth was once again filled with a pair of used panties and my
pacifier, tied tightly under my bonnet.

    Now, I was surprised to see my sweet Mommy take the cock-shaped gag
that she had used on me, and place it in her own mouth, buckling it behind
her head. She placed a veiled silk flower tiara on her head, mostly
covering the straps. Finally, although it was hard to bend down with her
corset and very high heels, she got the last items out of the box. Before I
knew it, a pair of handcuffs were locked around my wrists! Then, to my
surprise, she threaded a small cable around my waist, and locked the
handcuffs to it, pinning my useless, satin-mittened hands to my front. She
took a similar cable out, placed it around her own waist, and with a little
bit of effort, soon Carol's delicate little hands were cuffed and pinned in
front of her, just like mine. Now, bound and gagged, we weren't going
anywhere, except where the mysterious Eric wanted us to go. I waddled over
to my Mommy, and snuggled against her, making cooing sounds, trying to help
us both relax. Almost 20 minutes went by, then the door opened, and a man
in a dark grey suit opened the door, picked up my bags, and motioned to us
to precede him out of the door.

Parked at the curb was a white van, with no windows, like a workman's
van. There we were, bound, gagged, dressed like a bride and a baby, and
being led out into the broad daylight, for all to see. The worst part was
that we did it to ourselves, and had no one else to blame. Slowly we walked
to the van. Carol walked slowly due to the extremely high heels she was
wearing, and I could only waddle, due to the huge bulk of diaper between my
legs. Once we got to the van, we found that there were no real seats, and
we were told to kneel on heavy pillows, as chains from the roof of the van
were hooked to our handcuffs, and pulled tight to hold us in place. What
kind of place were we going to? What kind of man wanted us this way? We
would find out, to our pain, and our pleasure, soon enough.

     Without another word, he closed the sliding door, got in the driver's
seat, and off we went. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was scared
and excited, and worried. We were kneeling in the back of a van, both
gagged, both in costume, and all we could do was look at each other.

We rode like this for about 15 minutes, and when we stopped, we were warned
not to move, or to do anything until we were told to. The back door on the
van now opened, and I could see that were parked next to a gleaming white
corporate jet. The man now crawled partway into the van, and unhooked us
from the roof, and led us out onto the tarmac. Our hands were once again
attached to the chains around our waists, and we were led into the plane

I had never seen so much leather and wood in my life! This slender tube of
aluminum was the most luxurious space I had ever seen! We were led back to
a long, deep maroon, leather sofa along the side of the plane, and there,
our handcuffs were removed. He now introduced himself as Edward, and told
us that we had a 3 hour flight ahead of us, so we were to be
comfortable. At that moment, the door closed, and the plane quickly taxied
out and took off. A few moments later, Edward stood up and told Carol to
take off her dress, and hang it in the closet so that it did not get overly
wrinkled. He also told her to remove her gag, but not to speak. When she
was done, I was looking at what I thought was the most beautiful woman in
the world, dressed in white satin panties and corset, with these ultra-high
heels, and at once I was proud, horny, and worried that she might be
hurt. Eric then told her to take off my dress and petticoats, and hang them
with hers. Now I was sitting on the sofa, diapers, plastic panties with
their sissy pink overlay, a bonnet, mary jane shoes, and these mittens that
reduced my hands to useless. My gag was also removed and I was given a baby
bottle of apple juice, and my beautiful sweet mommy was given a glass of
white wine. Oh well, I guess babies can't be choosy! We sat on the sofa and
cuddled for the rest of the flight, listening to the quiet classical music
on the speakers, and wondering what we had gotten ourselves into.

     About 10 minutes before we landed, our gags were returned to our
mouths. I was in rather a lot of pain, and discomfort as I had had the butt
plug up my, until so very recently, virgin bottom for well over 3 hours,
and it was not very comfortable! I had also had to pee in flight, and of
course, was not allowed to use the bathroom. My diaper was now wet, cold,
and irritating. Edward then told her to change my diaper, and to remove my
plug. I lay on the floor as my sister/mommy changed my diapers, with this
stranger watching, and felt a wave of intense humiliation wash over
me. What in the world could be worse than this?????

We were finally led off the plane, and into a waiting car. Instead of a
van, we were now in a large sedan, again cuffed, secured, and gagged, but
at least we could see where we were going. As we rounded a curve, there
ahead of us was what looked like a private lake, and the largest house I
had ever dreamed about, let alone ever saw! Edward spoke up from the
driver's seat and confirmed my thoughts. "That is your new home for the
next year, little girls," he said. "I hope you are ready for what awaits
you inside, because you may not like it. I know I will, but you may not!"
This he said with a very nasty tone in his voice that sent shivers up my
back, and caused me to look into Carol's soft green eyes, and try to pass
on a message of hope and love.

     We pulled up the long graveled drive, and two of the most beautiful
maids in the world were standing there. Both were in the traditional fetish
outfit of black satin, short full petticoats, very high heels, caps,
aprons, and cuffs at their wrists. They both had long, thick, black hair,
large breasts, long gorgeous legs, and looked like twins. We found out
later that they were sisters who had come in a few years ago, the same way
we did, and then stayed on as well-paid servants.  These living dolls
helped us out of the car and then led us up the stairs to the huge
flagstone porch and through doors big enough to drive a truck through. We
entered a wide hallway, decorated with enough small tables, side chairs,
and love seats to fill a living room, and were promptly led through a large
door.

     Once inside, my stomach dropped. There were a few chairs and sofas
along the walls, but the only other furniture in the room was a, a, I
didn't know what it was. It was wooden, with a thickly padded leather
covering, and consisted of two rails, about waist high, and about 3 foot
apart. The vertical parts were of a dark rich wood, while the top pieces
were padded with leather. The carpet that covered the rest of the floor
ended in a 12 foot circle around this strange piece, and that floor was
marble. Now one of the maids took my arm, and the other took Mommy, and we
were led to either side of this device. With a warning to keep silent, our
gags were removed. The maid attending Mommy Carol then took her chain off
of her waist, and led her to the leather cross piece. Here, she was bent
over, and her cuffed wrists were secured to a chain that led up from the
floor. Her ankles were then bound to the vertical pieces with
straps. Finally, the maid reached down to the floor behind Carol, and
lifted her dress up to her shoulders. There must have been a hook, because
the back of the dress now was pulled up, and her sweet bottom was on
display through her white satin panties. Soon, I was secured in the same
manner, the only difference was that my plastic panties were simply
removed, so I stood in nothing but my overly thick diaper, and my little
baby dress and crinolines.

We were told to look at the maids, and we did. They removed their black
panties, which I saw had 3 rows of white lace on the backside, and Edward
appeared with a large box. One of the maids opened the box, and pulled out
the biggest, pinkest, double-ended dildo in the world! It looked to be 3
foot long, and as thick as my arm!! They worked each end into a pussy, and
began to fuck each other with it. After a few moments, Edward made them
stop, and one of the maids took the now pussy-juice covered dildo out, and
walked over to us. Carol was told to open her mouth, and one end was forced
between her lips, and moments later, the other end was forced into my
mouth. Almost at once, my jaw began to ache from the huge intruder. Then a
nylon strap device was run behind each of our necks, with one strap that
led across the top of our heads. These were hooked to the floor, and our
upper bodies were pulled down, while at the same time, our heads were
forced up and facing each other, pulling us together, ramming the huge
dildo deep into our throats. Our bodies were bent down, and our necks were
bent up so that we looked like some perverted vision of Tour de France
cyclists, bent over our bars, looking for the finish.

     I looked deep into Mommy Carol's eyes, and saw a tear of pain there. I
wanted so much to kiss it away, but I was bound tight, and connected to my
darling sister and mommy by a huge pink gel dildo. I could see her painted
lips stretched tight over the rubber monster, and thought that she looked
so helpless, yet so sexy. I could feel my own mouth full of the dildo,
could smell the maid's pussy, and was so turned on, and so scared that I
didn't know what to do. Suddenly, my diaper was removed, and I could see
the maid behind my sweet Carol with a large paddle, and I knew that the
other was behind me. The first whack almost made me pass out, as the paddle
landed on my tender bottom with a force that I didn't think was possible,
while at the same time, forcing the gel monster even deeper into my abused
mouth. In synch they paddled our poor bottoms, until we were both crying
and screaming into the dildo gag. What hurt even worse than the paddling
and the monster being rammed into my throat was the fact that my wonderful,
sweet, Mommy Carol was getting the same treatment. I had just discovered
how tender and loving she was, and now she was being beaten with a paddle
that I just knew were leaving marks on her perfect, smooth bottom. I also
knew now that when I was paddled in the living room, Carol had not hit me
nearly as hard as I thought she had. These maids were wailing our bottoms
like lumberjacks cutting into a tree! As suddenly as it started, though, it
was over. Our bottoms were now being rubbed with some kind of cooling
ointment that probably had an anesthetic in it, as the pain went down
considerably. Out of the corner of my eye, I now saw that Edward had been
joined by another man, and they were both watching with great intent. I
wondered who he was, and what was going to happen now. I didn't have to
wait long, as I saw the maids draw away, and then return. Now, each of them
had a huge strap-on dildo bouncing in front of them, and I knew now what
was coming. Without any prelims, the strap-on cocks were buried in our
backsides as the maids fucked themselves to a climax. This was not only a
bigger strap-on than my sweet Carol had used on me, this gal wasn't
concerned about anything except the nub buried in her snatch, and pounding
me as hard as possible. None of the fondling and sweet-talk of last night,
no sir! I could only cry and grunt into the huge gel dildo buried in my
throat, and watch as my darling, sweet, and loving sister had her beautiful
soft bottom abused.

     Finally, the maids used a small bar sink built into the wall, and
washed the two strap-ons, and the pulled their panties back on. They seemed
to me moving in slow motion as they minced over to us on their impossibly
high heels, and then began to unstrap our heads from their diabolical
harnesses, and finally pulled that horrible dildo out of our mouths,
leaving us drooling, licking our lips, and moving our aching jaws around,
trying to get rid of the pain.

At this point, Edward and the other man walked over to a couple of large
and ornate chairs in the corner of the room, the only chairs that were
facing a wall, and not the center. As they sat down, the unknown man waved
his arm and the two maids took our arms and led us over to the two
men. Edward pointed to me and looked at the one maid and simply said,
"Diaper her, and gag them both." With that the maid told me to lie on the
floor, and she walked over, picked up my diaper and panties, and proceeded
to "dress me." Carols cock gag was strapped back into her mouth, and
Carol's panties and my oversized pacifier were jammed back into mine, and
the ribbons tied tight. When I was finally back in my super thick diaper
and satin covered plastic panties, and Carol's dress was lowered back down,
we were told to sit on a wooden bench, facing the two men.

     "Hello," the unknown man began, "My name is Eric, and I will be your
host, your owner, and master for the next year. You may want to know what
just happened to you in this room. You were both punished. Why were you
punished? Because I could punish you. I want to remember that. You are both
here to serve me, to serve Edward, and to serve anyone else I choose. You,
of course, may refuse. At that time you will have the choice to be
punished, or to be thrown out in whatever clothes you are wearing, with no
money, and no help, and your contract will be null and void. I will return
your suitcases to you, and that will be the end of it. Take the punishment,
finish the contract, and the money, clothes, transportation to wherever you
choose to go, and the payment of any education tuition will be yours, as
per the contract. The choice is yours, and all you have to do is say the
words, "void the contract" and I will. Do you both understand?" We both
nodded our heads yes, and he smiled.

I took a closer look at Eric. He was wearing a pair of cream colored
slacks, leather deck shoes, and a yellow Hawaiian shirt, open at the
neck. He appeared to be about 40, and had the look of an athlete, not
muscle-bound, but more of a track and field man. He had curly brown hair,
dark brown eyes, and was in fact, much younger than I expected, and very
good looking. Beside him, Edward, still in the slacks, shirt, and vest of
his suit, looked a bit younger, and had more of a linebacker look to him,
under a mop of sandy blonde hair, and grey-blue eyes that seemed to be very
cold.

     After a moment, Eric told one of the maids to take me to my room, and
introduce me to "Nanny." I was taken by my useless, satin covered hand, and
led waddling down the hall. We went up a flight of stairs, and as I was
climbing, I couldn't help noticing how pretty my escort was. Her legs were
so perfect in her heels, which in turn were so high, I didn't see how she
could walk in them. At the top of the stairs, I was pulled down the hall to
a door. The maid knocked, and it was opened by an older lady, maybe about
45 or so, who was dressed in a white cotton dress, and sensible
shoes. This, I knew, was a no-nonsense lady, and I also figured out that
she was going to be my nanny, and be in charge of me.

I stood in the doorway, and suddenly came face to face with what I was
doing. I had been bound, beaten, and gagged with a dildo, but now... I was
wearing a satin baby girl's dress, diapers, satin covered plastic panties,
a matching bonnet, little ankle sox, and Mary Jane shoes. I was, for all
intents and purposes, a baby girl right now. As I looked around the room, I
could see that it was an oversize nursery. Pale pink walls with a pink baby
print border around the top, pink lacy curtains over the window, and right
in the middle of the room was a large white crib with pink and white
blankets and mattress. Against the wall was a rocking chair, and what I
could only assume was a changing table.

     Nanny took me by the hand and led me into the room. She showed me each
piece of furniture, and then opened up the closet. I just stood there,
aghast. It was crammed full of baby dresses, jumpers, school girl dresses,
lots of dresses in various shades of pastel satins, and the shoes! White,
pink, black, silver, high heels, ballet slippers, Mary Janes! As she closed
the door to the closet, I was hard as a rock, and my mind was
reeling. Nanny then told me that it was time for me to get ready for bed,
and I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30, and I was about to
protest, when I looked again at Nanny's face and saw that protest was NOT
the way to go.

     Nanny easily lifted me up onto the changing table and unbuttoned, then
removed my dress. She pulled the crinolines over my head, and took both
over to a large hamper in the corner. She then laid me down, and removed my
diaper and plastic pants. She picked up my legs and examined my burning,
aching bottom. Clucking softly, she began to gently clean my bottom with
wipes, and then rubbed an ointment into my bottom, and even stuck some up
my now stretched and sore bung hole, which cooled me down, and took away
almost all the pain. Now I was re-diapered, and put into a pair of plain
pink plastic panties (my what alliteration!). Now, as I lay there, still
gagged with a very soggy pair of panties and my pacifier, and my hands
still useless in their satin mittens, Nanny began to explain what was going
to happen for the next year.

     "I think you are a pathetic, silly wimp of a boy, and you disgust me,"
was her opening remark. "However," she continued, "I am getting paid very
well to do whatever Mr. Eric requires, and if he requires me to take care
of a sissy faggot, then I will take care of a sissy faggot, change his
diapers, and do whatever else is needed." At the word faggot, I began to
try to protest through the gag, and had my thigh slapped, hard. "Be quiet,
you mewling sissy brat!" She yelled. "You will be put to bed whenever we
choose, each night. You will be put into your sleeper, and then given a
bottle. What goes into the bottle depends entirely on your behavior. Each
morning you will be awakened, fed, and then will undergo yoga instruction,
dance lessons, deportment lessons, and whatever other training we feel you
need. You will NOT look forward to meals, as you are too fat for a little
girl, and you will need to lose weight." "Lose weight!? I was already a
slender boy, how much more weight would I need to loose?" I wondered. "You
will also be given shots of vitamins," She continued. "These will help your
skin, and keep you going on a limited diet." "Now," she got settled into
her role, "As to your "duties." You will be expected to be at Mr. Edward's
beck and call whenever he wishes to play with you. Since he normally likes
real little girls, I'm not sure how often he will call for you, or what
games he may wish to play. You will also be made available to such guests
as Mr. Edward or Mr. Eric feel appropriate, and they may do with you, and
to you, as they wish." What the heck had I gotten myself into, I wondered
in almost a panic. "Now," she barked, "Lie still and let me put your
sleeper on you.

      I was silent as she walked around the changing table and picked up
what looked like a pair of pink nylon or satin pajamas. These were the kind
that had feet, and she started to push one leg, and then the other into the
PJs. I quickly found out that while there were feet sewn into the garment,
the legs were one opening, and it was very, very tight on me. As she pulled
it up over my diaper, I realized I was being put in yet another form of
bondage. When the thing was finally on, my hands had been removed from the
mittens, but were now in mitten ending sleeves of satin that were sewn
tight to the body of what could be described as a combination of sleeper
pajama and mummy sleeping bag, but much, much tighter. Now my arms and my
hands were useless, as were my legs. Nanny then zipped the bag all the way
up to a little ruffled neck opening, and clicked a little padlock to the
neck. I was truly a prisoner. She picked me up and moved me to my crib, and
gently lay me down on the mattress. Now, she undid the ribbons that held my
pacifier in my mouth, and removed the sodden panties, tossing them into a
second hamper in the corner of the room. Now she moved to a small bar at
the side of the room, and lifted a baby bottle out of a pan of warm
water. I saw that there were 2 bottles there, and she hesitated as she
chose one over the other. As she returned to the crib, she sat the bottle
on a side table, and then reached in, and began pulling wide straps over my
legs. I had planned on trying to sleep curled up on my side, as I really
hate sleeping on my back, but here I was being strapped into bed, with no
way to move. One strap over my ankles, one over my thighs, one over my
chest, and I was as immobile as a long-dead Egyptian mummy. I also noticed,
seemingly for the first time, that the satin covered pillow was really a
block of foam with a U-shaped cut out that held my head straight, and
wouldn't allow me turn it to either side more than a centimeter or so. Now
Nanny began crooning to me like I was real baby

"Widdle baby thirsty?" she lisped. "Open wide widdle baby, and Nanny will
give you your baby bottle." The translucent plastic bottle descended
towards my lips, and I noticed that the fluid it held was a pale yellow
color. "Now widdle baby, wet Nanny expwain that if widdle baby doesn't
drink every widdle dwop of the nice bottle that Nanny fixed for you, that
you will not be punished." I did not like the emphasis on the word you. "If
widdle baby doesn't dwink every dwop, then your pretty widdle sister will
be brought in here, tied up, gagged, and naked, and I will beat her ten
times for every ounce in this bottle. By the way, there are eight ounces in
da widdle sissy's bottle." I shuddered to think of my darling Mommy Carol
being beat 80 times on my account, so I made up my mind that I was going to
drink whatever was in the bottle. Finally the large nipple was forced
between my lips and took my first drink, and almost gagged.

Piss! I was drinking a baby bottle of warm piss! "That's right, you little
faggot sissy, you're drinking a bottle of my pee. If you are a good baby,
each night you will receive a bottle of apple juice, with a little
something in it to help you sleep. If you misbehave, it will be a bottle of
my pee for your nighty-night bottle." With that pronouncement, she began to
laugh, then sat down in her rocking chair to watch me drink her pee while
she chuckled to herself. My life in Hell, with side trips to Sissy-Sexual
Heaven, had begun.

I don't know how I managed to sleep, but I somehow did while strapped into
a crib, on my back, in a satin sleeper that was more bondage than sleeper,
with the taste of a baby bottle full of pee in my mouth. Mind you, my
dreams were more than strange, and a little scary, but I did manage to
sleep.

     I awoke to a full bladder and to sheer terror at not being able to
move. The terror passed in a moment when I realized where I was, and with
that realization, I also knew that peeing in my diapers was the right thing
to do. As the warmth flowed around my middle, I looked around the
"nursery." I saw the oversized changing table, a rocking chair, and two
large armoires; all painted a creamy white with pink trim. The walls were
of a pink satin stripe wallpaper, with lacy white curtains on the
windows. Since the block of foam that was my pillow didn't allow my head to
turn much, I couldn't examine my new world too closely, but I did see a
large rocking horse in the corner, with sort of an odd seat, instead of the
usual saddle. I lay there for a few moments, and then noticed the
transmitter of a commercial baby monitor hooked to the head of my crib, so
I tried crying softly to see what results it would bring.

     Within a few short minutes, the door opened and I heard footsteps
across the carpet. Nanny had arrived. She unlocked the cage-like lid of the
crib (What a joke! I was in a one-piece sleeper that allowed me no use of
hands, arms, legs or feet, and then was strapped to the bed. I wasn't going
anywhere!) and undid the straps holding me down. She lifted me up, and took
me to the changing table, where my bondage PJs were removed. She quickly
slid my hands back into the locking mittens, and then proceeded to remove
my wet diaper. Instead of re-diapering me, though, she turned to a chair,
and picked up a pink plastic apron, and put it on. She then picked me up
under the armpits, and carried me into an adjoining bathroom. There was
another changing table there, and she sat me down, pushed me down onto my
back, and quickly bound my arms to the table, then a strap across my
chest. She reached down below the end of the table, and raised what I knew
were the same stirrups that a woman endures when she gets a gyno exam. My
feet were strapped into the stirrups, and was now tied down, helpless, with
my little butt exposed. I wanted to know what was going to happen, and did
not have long to wait. She rapidly set up a very large rubber bag, with a
hose running from it, and the slipped the nozzle up my backside. When she
opened the valve, I began to fill with warm liquid, and soon was in a lot
of pain. When I said something, she immediately shoved a ball gag into my
mouth and told me shut my mewling sissy mouth! The she pulled out the
nozzle, shoved a plug in its place, and I was stuck.

     After what seemed like hours of cramping pain, I was released from the
straps, and carried to a toilet. There, she told me half squat, and she
ripped the plug from my bottom, and shoved me down on the seat. With a
loud, liquid sound, my bowels emptied themselves for a long, long
time. When I was finally done, I was exhausted. But, no rest for the
sissified. She removed my mittens, picked me up, and sat me in a tub of hot
bubble bath, and proceeded to wash me. Not roughly, mind you, but there was
none of the loving attention that my sister-mommy Carol gave me. Clean, I
was toweled dry, and led naked into the next room. Here, I had my first,
and almost my last, choice to make.

     Here was another lady, and she was standing next to a gurney. She told
me to get up, and lie down on the gurney. She then explained to me that I
had to be hairless around the house for the next year. I could either have
daily shaves and periodic waxings, or I could have my hair permanently
removed. She then applied a wax strip to my thigh, let it cool, and ripped
it off. I yelped in pain. "This, my little sissy, is what waxing feels
like," she explained in a clinical tone of voice. "If you choose this
route, your underarms and your pubic area will be waxed at least once a
week. If you allow us to use the laser, you will feel no pain whatsoever,
but will never have body hair again." THIS was a no brainer! I opted for
the laser, and over the next 6 weeks was given a two hour treatment every
morning, and lost every bit of my body and facial hair, including my pubic
area, my bottom, my armpits, and my little pee-pee.

     After this, and my enema, I was starved. Nanny took me back into the
bedroom, and put a fresh diaper on me, along with a pair of plastic
panties, little nylon ankle socks, black Mary-Janes, and a onsie-type
romper. My hands were once again placed into the mittens, and I noticed
that the plastic panties had a little cable running through the waistband,
and was locked at the rear, making it impossible for me to remove them.
She then led me to a large high chair, and hoisted me up into it, locking
the tray in place, and then fastening my ankles to velcro straps. Here, I
was given a bottle of apple juice (Thank heavens it was juice!). Nanny then
pulled a plastic kit from her pocket, and took out a syringe and a small
glass bottle. She expertly filled the syringe, and gave me a shot in my
thigh. "Vitamins, my little sissy brat," she cooed. "You won't get much
solid food for a while!" She was right! My apple juice was followed by a
small portion of barely sweetened oatmeal, and 2 baby food jars of plum
puree. Not the most filling meal I've ever had!

     My face was wiped, and I was led back to the nursery. There I was
stripped and ordered into a pair of pink leotards, ballet slippers, and a
pink t-shirt for my yoga lesson. Stretching, twisting, and sweating for the
next two hours was hell on a darn near empty stomach, but the thought of my
misbehavior causing my lovely Sister-Mommy to be punished made me shut up,
pay attention, and do my best. (After a year of yoga, dear reader, I was in
wonderful shape, and continue it `till this day!) Another short bath
followed yoga, and I was dressed back in my diapers and plastic panties,
but this time with a plain yellow gingham dress and 3 inch pumps. Thank
heavens Mommy made me practice some in heels, or I would never have made
it! I then went through 2 hours of etiquette and deportment. I was taught
how and when to curtsey, how to set a table, how to sit at a table, how to
stand up, sit down, get in a car, get out of a car, how to speak, walk,
sit, stand, and any other conceivable lesson a little lady should
learn. The lessons were not hard, but the riding crop on my thigh for
messing up was not what I considered fun, and my feet, legs, and back were
tired and sore!

     I finally was allowed to look at the clock, and saw it was only eleven
in the morning! I must have been up since the crack of dawn! I was very,
very hungry, very tired and sore, and really and truly wondering if I
should use those words, "Void the Contract!" I thought about Carol, and
decided that I could get through this, because at the end, we would be
together.

Lunch was a tiny (to me) piece of fish, some rice, peas, and a roll. Desert
was another bottle of apple juice and another vitamin shot, all served to
me in my high chair, with me back in my onsie. The afternoon was spent in
the playpen, coloring, or playing with dolls, or watching selected
cartoons. The only contact I had was Nanny checking my diaper every hour,
feeding me at dinner, and tucking me into bed at half-past six, thankfully
with a baby bottle full of apple juice and sedative to send me off to sleep
in my bondage crib. This was my routine for the first two weeks. On the
following Saturday afternoon, though, things were to change!

     After my tiny little lunch, I was brought back to the nursery, and
stripped. I was pretty weak from very little food and a lot of exercise and
training. I thought the shots were to help me, but even they seemed to drag
down my strength. I was more flexible, and wasn't really tired, but seemed
to have a lot less upper body strength than I had when I got here. Since
Nanny seemed to be in a happy mood, I took the gamble and asked her about
it. "Vitamins!" She laughed, "You silly little pansy! Female hormones are
more like it! Touch your little boobies, and tell me if they don't feel a
bit tender!" I did, and they did. Now the truth dawned like a bright and
scary morning. I truly was going to live as a girl! I instinctively reached
down and grabbed myself, as though shielding my bit of manhood from the
world. "Don't worry about your thingie, little girly! They have given you
just enough of the female hormones to start the process. If they wanted a
girl, by damn, they could pay for a hundred real girls. No, they wanted a
cross-dressing, cock-sucking, pansy-assed sissy boy, and with you, they got
one!" She laughed so hard that she had to sit down in the rocker. "Oh
well," sighed, "Let's get you dressed for your first visit to Mr. Edward
this afternoon. Now, what is your most favorite color, little one?" I
looked at her, and knew that the only proper answer was pink. "Pinkies
Nana," I lisped in the high voice I had been taught with the riding
crop. "Okay, then, pink it is." I was stripped, taken to the bathroom, and
secured to the enema table again. Again, that horrible nozzle was shoved
inside of me, and again, I was filled until the point of passing out with
the pain and cramping. But, this time, after I expelled all the horrible
stuff, my bottom was wiped, and again, I was subjected to a second gut
busting enema. Finally, sore, sweating, and shaking, I was lowered into the
tub of flower scented bubble bath, while Nanny washed me, with a lot more
gentleness than she had shown in the past. If she was being nice to me, I
was worried!

    Dried off, I was carried back to the changing table and powdered and
diapered, Nanny turned to the armoire and started looking through the
dresses there. Finally, she pulled out a pastel pink creation with capped
short sleeves, a Peter Pan collar, and white lace trim around the neck,
sleeves, and hemline. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, and
felt myself getting very hard at the thought of wearing it. She then went
to another hanger and withdrew a frothy mess of crinolines, and laid them
on the bed next to the dress. Now, she stopped, and looked at the
phone. Picking it up, she didn't dial a number, just waited. She asked to
be connected to Mr. Edward's room, and when he finally answered, she merely
asked which shoes and underwear. Nodding at the answer she got, she walked
back over to where I was laying on the changing table. She reached over and
started to unpin my diaper, and looked me in the eyes. "Look, brat," she
began sternly, "The master doesn't want you in a diaper, so you had best
remember that you can't pee anywhere and anytime you like! You do, and you
know what your bedtime snack will be! And you know what? Your sister will
just have to join you in being punished!" I resolved right then and there
to hold it until I died!

     I was dressed in a pair of double layer pink satin sissy panties, with
a mass of lace at each leg opening, across the bottom, and a big white bow
in the front, with ribbon ends that came down to the leg openings. Then it
was on with a pair of pale pink sheer stockings that had big pink bows at
the top. A pair of white patent pumps were slipped onto me feet, and then I
noticed that there were little ankle straps with little locks that meant I
wasn't taking these off by myself.

    I was helped off the table, and that was when I noticed that these
shoes were much higher than the others I had been practicing in. It only
took me a moment to adjust, but I was sure my legs and feet would be
hurting badly, and soon. Nanny told me to stand with my hands over my head,
and she slipped the mass of crinolines over my head, settling them around
my waist, and fluffing them up so that they stood out, away from my body. I
could see in the mirror that they did not cover my panties, and assumed the
dress would be just as short. In that, I was right. The dress followed, and
it came almost to the bottom of the lacy crinolines, leaving no doubt about
what this sissy was wearing under his or maybe her dress. Nanny pulled up
the back zipper, and fastened the top button, and I turned back to the
mirror to see my reflection. The face was androgynous, but the dress and
other clothes screamed little girl. I was now sat back down on a stool so
Nanny could do my hair. She brushed and brushed my hair, not even pausing
for an instant when she hit a tangle and I yelped. My dark blonde hair was
now shiny from the shampoo and the brushing, and she put a pink hair band
on my head, with a pink bow on the left side of the band. She stood me up,
and then reached for a box that was on the dresser. "Let's see," she
mumbled, "He wants the faggot in pink, so pink he will get!" With that, she
turned to me, and told me to open my mouth. A thick, pink, penis-shaped gag
was shoved into my mouth, and the strap was buckled behind my neck, under
my hair. She then grabbed my arms, and held them behind me, and told me
that if I moved, or even flinched, I would get 10 lashes from the crop, and
Carol would get 20. Her threat worked! I sat dead still as my arms were
wrapped in some kind of sheath, and pulled cruelly tight. "This is called
an arm binder, and if you think it's tight now, just wait until the day I
can lace it all the way up! Your elbows will be touching!" She laughed as
she made this announcement, enjoying my pain. Finally, she knelt in front
of me, and showed me a tiny silver chain with what looked like a bracelet
at each end. "This hobble chain is only 16 inches long, and will be hooked
from ankle to ankle, and that is all the longer your steps will be." She
stood me up, pushed a button on the intercom, and just said, "Come and get
the sissy."

     I stood there, my arms already on fire, and waited. Fifi, one of the
maid sisters came in. I had been told that when they were on duty, their
names were "Fifi," and "Suzi." I guess it went right along with the
over-the-top, black satin maid's uniform. Anyway, Fifi looked me over,
giggled a bit, and told me to come with her. She started walking down the
hall, and I found out what 5 inch heels and a hobble chain could do to your
ability to walk! I could only take mincing little steps, and when Fifi got
to the end of the corridor, she spun around so her already short skirt
would fly up, and watched me struggle down the hall with an amused
expression on her face. We got to the stairs in the front hallway, and I
was surprised when she didn't turn and start up to where I assumed
Mr. Edward's bedroom was. A moment later, Mr. Edward came striding into the
hallway, wearing jeans, a white oxford shirt, and a brown leather sport
jacket. He was also carrying something pink in his hand. I didn't have long
to wonder what it was, as he took the pink leather dog lead and collar, and
attached it to my neck. He then told me to come along, and to cooperate in
every way if I wanted to avoid punishment for the whole family. He led me
to his black suburban, and told me to get in back. I started to panic, I
had no idea where I was going, or what I had to do, and I was as helpless
as a newborn baby! He saw my concern, and told me that I would not be hurt,
and if I was a good girl, little Melissa would be back home, in a nice warm
bath, in just a few hours. I nodded, got in the SUV, sitting sideways on
the seat because of the way my arms were bound.

     Mr. Edward got behind the wheel, put on some old Led Zeppelin music,
and drove for about 45 minutes. When we stopped, I saw that we were parked
at a seedy looking adult bookstore, and to judge from the parking lot, it
was packed!! He got out of the car, and walked around to my door, opened
it, and took the leash. I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do,
where to turn, or anything. I was helpless with my arms bound cruelly
behind my back, gagged, and dressed in little frilly girly clothes, and now
I was to go inside an adult bookstore! Mr. Edward tugged on my leash, and I
finally slid out and stood up. He walked up and whispered in my ear, "This
will not be pleasant for you, little Melissa. You will not like it at
all. If you want to stop, now, all you have to do is nod your head three
times. I will untie you, and we will end the contract, now. Nod once if you
understand." I slowly nodded once. "Now," he continued, "Nod three times to
end it all, or nod one more time to continue." I thought and thought, and
slowly nodded my head, once. With that, he took my leash and led me into
the shop.

     The room was huge, and filled with racks of DVDs and videos, with one
wall nothing but magazines and books. There was a high counter in the
middle of the floor, with display cases featuring dildos, butt plugs,
whips, and many other fetish toys. Mr. Edward walked up to the counter and
gave the man some money. He almost didn't see the money, because he, like
every man in there, was staring at me! I now know what is meant by a hungry
look! A tug on my leash, and I minced my way to the back of the
store. Every man I passed reached out and touched me, stroked my ass, or my
legs, and one grabbed my crotch and started laughing. I felt hot from the
embarrassment, but could do nothing about it. We were buzzed through a
door, and I found myself in a corridor, with lots of doors on either side,
and lots of men lounging in these doorways.

     I was led down the length of the hallway, and every few feet,
Mr. Edward told me to stop, and grabbed my wrists, forcing them up behind
me, which forced me to bow, and which allowed everyone a good look at my
lacy, pantied bottom. We got the end, and I was turned, and we walked back,
giving the same view every few steps as before. I'm sure my face was
blindingly red from embarrassment! He finally led me to one of the doors in
the middle, and pushed me inside. In the very dim light, I saw a TV screen
with a lit red button above it, but the screen was just snow. Mr. Edward
pushed the button, and a scene of a white girl sucking a black man's cock
came on. Another push had two women by a pool making out. He pushed again,
and now there were two men kissing, and fondling on a bed. Mr. Edward then
reached in his pocket, and pulled out two pieces of what looked like
sheepskin, each about 6 inches long and about 4 inches wide. These, he laid
on the floor, and turning me towards the wall, told me kneel on them. Now,
I saw the huge hole in the wall, right at the level of my gagged mouth. My
gag was slowly unbuckled, and the pink monster pulled from my mouth. I
didn't have much time to relish the feeling, as a long, skinny cock poked
through the hole. "There's your first admirer," Mr. Edward said with a
wicked chuckle, "You had best make him very happy! If I hear any complaints
from anyone, punishment awaits." Anyone!?! How many men would there be? I
looked at this cock, and then forced myself to stick out my tongue and lick
it, then take my first cock into my mouth. It was warm, and hard, but sort
of soft, and tasted like he didn't shower enough. But, this is what I said
I would do when I told Mommy Carol that I would do anything, so I went to
it. When he blew his load into my mouth, thankfully very quickly, I
swallowed it, and waited. Very quickly another cock poked its way into my
mouth. This one was shorter, but very fat, and he took a lot longer to
satisfy. My mouth was getting tired, but when he pulled out, number three
moved in. At this point, Mr. Edward told me to stand up, and he pulled my
sissy panties down to my ankles. He then told me to bend over. I felt a
cold sensation as lube was smeared on my bottom, and then he forced me to
bend my knees, so my bottom was pushed against one wall, and my face
against the other. Within moments, I had a stranger's cock in my mouth and
another was pushing roughly into my bottom!  On and on this went, with at
least a dozen strange men ramming my poor bottom, filling me with their
seed, while another dozen filled my mouth and my belly. My arms were in
agony, my legs were on fire, my mouth and jaw were cramping. Finally,
Mr. Edward told me it was over. He then took out a tampon, and shoved it
into my well stretched bottom. "That will keep your panties, and my car
seat clean," He said. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, and helped me to
stand up. He removed the arm binder, and gently massaged my shoulders,
forcing blood back into my numbed and tingling arms. He removed a
handkerchief, and wiped my cum-stained face clean, allowing the hankie to
just fall on the filthy floor when he was done. He told me to sit on the
little bench and watch the movie for a minute, and he would be back. A
moment or two later, he stepped back in, handed me a bottle of water, and
told me to drink it all. I didn't need to be told, and guzzled the
water. It tasted better to me than the finest wine, as my mouth was
parched, and tasted like, well, you know.

    About this time I head a voice yell out, "It's comin' on now!"
Mr. Edward looked at the screen, frowned, and pushed the button
twice. Suddenly, there it was, or actually, THERE I WAS! The picture was of
me being led down the corridor, showing my pantied backsides off to one and
all. Then, the whole degrading episode in the booth was replayed in high
definition, crystal clear sound, and living color. Each penetration, each
cock in my mouth, each sucking sound and whimper being caught on one of 6
cameras positioned in the booth, which were now pointed out to me. I wanted
to die! I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, never to be seen
again.  The only part of the video that I liked, was seeing that each cock
that penetrated my poor ass was wearing a condom. I was forced to watch the
whole, degrading thing until it was over, and was then re-gagged, leashed,
and led out into the main part of the store. I was applauded, and whistled
at, and many, many lewd comments were made about me and towards me, so I
was very happy indeed when we made it out to the parking lot, and to the
Suburban.

     However, instead of opening the side door, he opened the rear, and
motioned for me to get in. I did, and was told to lay down with my feet
towards the open rear door. I was so afraid of some new and painful
indignity, that I started crying. I was very surprised when Mr. Edward
removed my hobble chain, gently removed the pink leather arm binders,
unlocked and removed my shoes, pulled down my panties, and told me to lift
my bottom. He then slid a white fluffy diaper under me, and pinned it
tightly into place, replacing my lacy satin panties with a pair of pink
plastic ones. A pair of cloth booties were placed on my feet, and I was
told to crawl forward and sit on the seat like a good girl. The ride home
was much more pleasant that the ride to the book store, although the memory
of all those strange men pumping their hard cocks into my bottom and my
mouth made me nauseous and a little disgusted. But oddly enough, there was
just a hint of pride at the back of my mind that I satisfied all those men,
and that they wanted ME sexually! My own father never seemed to want me in
any way shape or form, so acceptance on any level was good, wasn't it?

     Once "home," I was led into the house by both Fifi and Suzi, who led
me all the way to my nursery. I didn't see Nanny anywhere. Fifi, or was is
Suzi, began to remove my gag and dress, and then I was told to go into the
bathroom, where I was laid on the table, my legs placed into the stirrups,
but not strapped down. Lovingly, my diapers, plastic panties, and the
tampon were removed, and the nozzle of the enema bag placed gently into my
rear. The pressure was much easier, and they did not fill me nearly as full
as Nanny. While I was on the table, the tub was filling with hot water and
lilac scented oil. As soon as I was full, I was led to the potty and
allowed to evacuate the warm water, soap that inside of me. I was given my
Sesame Street toothbrush and told to brush my widdle toofies, and then to
use some gargle that they said would make my mouth and throat feel
better. Finally I was lowered into the warm, softly scented water, and
allowed to soak. It felt like heaven! I was really confused,
though. Finally, one of the "maids" informed me that this was the reward
for being a good widdle girlie today, and making a nice movie for the
Master to watch. I didn't care anymore about the movie, just the fact that
my knotted muscles were finally beginning to relax, and that I felt clean
again. Once out of the bath, I was dried with a big fluffy towel, and led
to the chair and basin, where my hair was washed in lilac scented
shampoo. After two washings, a rinse and a blow dry, I finally was free of
the scent of cigarette smoke from the porno shop, the taste of semen, and
the smell my own sweat.

     I was led back into the nursery, and placed back in a fluffy, safe
diaper, plastic panties, satin panty cover, and a baby doll nightie. My
hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and secured with a pink scrunchie,
and I was placed into my playpen with a bottle of apple juice and my
coloring books. The television was turned on, and one of the nice maids put
in Toy Story for me to watch. I lay there, diapered, warm, and feeling
safe, half drowsing and half watching the movie for the next hour and a
half. It was now about five or five thirty, and Suzi came back into the
nursery, and told me I had to get dressed for din-din. She lifted me up
over the play pen rails, and sat me on the changing table. First, she
checked to make sure my diaper was dry, and then she removed my
nightie. Again I was dressed in a frothy satin dress, but this time in a
soft yellow color. Crinolines underneath, once again showing off my bottom,
this time in a plastic lined, yellow satin diaper cover with some lace
around the leg opening and three rows of dainty lace across the bottom. It
also was equipped with the hated locking cable, and I knew that no matter
what, it was not coming off until someone in charge wanted it off. White
nylon anklets were next, followed by black patent leather MaryJanes. A
pinafore of white sparkly satin was placed over the dress, and tied off
with a big bow in back. Once I was dressed, she removed the scrunchie, and
began to brush my hair until it shone. Again, none of Nanny's pulling at
the knots until it hurt, she was as gentle as, well, as gentle as my "Mommy
Carol."

     "Now," Said Suzi, "We're going to get you some din-din. I'll bet
you're a hungry little girly-boy!" I nodded and cooed, like the baby I was
supposed to be. Instead of being led to my high chair, though, she opened
the door, and led me down the hallway. We stopped in front of a door, and
this sexy creature, who was perched so daintily on those impossibly high
heels that had killed me for the few hours I wore them, knocked on the
door, told me to wait, and swished away down the hall.

     A moment later, the door opened, and there stood my sister-mommy
Carol! She was wearing a floor length silk peignoir of the most beautiful
sapphire blue, adorned with what I later learned was hand-made lace, and a
pair of silver high-heeled sandals that made her look both sexy and oh so
elegant! I grabbed her and we hugged like we had been apart for years! We
were both babbling, and laughing, and crying, all at the same time. Once we
got control of ourselves, she pulled me into the room and closed the
door. It was a beautiful room! Lots of dark oak paneling with deep blue
carpet on the floor set off the either antique or fabulous reproduction
Victorian furnishings. I just stood, holding Carol's hand and looked
around. There was a big canopied bed, dresser, make-up vanity, along with a
desk and chair, sideboard, bookshelves, and several big soft-looking easy
chairs in a silk brocade fabric. Very feminine touches such as crystal
perfume bottles, silk drapes on the bed, dried and live flower arrangements
made the room very much a homey kind of place, that is if your home is
very, very expensive!

     As we stood there looking at each other, there came a soft knock at
the door, and in came both Suzi and Fifi. One was carrying a folding table,
and the other pushing a cart. We watched in amazement as an elaborate
dinner was set up for us by these two sexy and exotic creatures. Shrimp
cocktail and champagne for starters, followed by lamb chops and parsleyed
potatoes, with baklava and coffee for desert. Not a huge meal in terms of
size of portions, but after my meager meals, it was three feasts in one! As
we ate, we filled each other in on our lives, and Carol told me that as a
reward for being such a good girl today, not only were we allowed to eat
this special meal together, but we could sleep together in the same bed! Of
course we had to wake up early, so I could go back to my routine, and Carol
to hers. That night was heaven for me! She provided the most exquisite
yellow silk gown for me to wear, and we snuggled, kissed and talked far
into the night. I wanted to touch and taste all of her, but when my roving
fingers reached the top of her sweet thighs, I found a leather and
stainless steel chastity belt that kept me from my Mommy's honey. Yes, we
were allowed a treat, but not THAT treat. We went to sleep, happy, but
frustrated.

     I won't go into detail about every day of that year, but some of the
"highlights" include the parties. At one, I was led into the ballroom by
Suzi and Fifi, this time in pink maid's outfits. The huge room was filled
with couples in tuxedos and beautiful ball gowns, with enough diamonds,
jewels and gold dripping from fingers and ears to feed a third world
country for a year. Some seemed to be in their twenties, while others were
well into their sixties. What was I wearing? Well a little pale blue satin
skirt that did nothing to cover my bottom, which was encased in lace
encrusted satin sissy panties, thigh high white stockings, again with lace
at the top, and my horrible shoes, which Nanny called my punishment or
ballet pumps. They had a 7 inch heel which forced me to walk on my
tippy-toes like a ballerina, and to take very tiny steps, and hurt like
heck from the moment I stood up, until I was allowed to take them off. For
a top, I was wearing a little satin crop top that matched the skirt, with a
matching hair bow, and the almost mandatory gag. This one was a huge ball
gag that only allowed me to drool a bit, and grunt.

When I got into the ballroom, all talk ceased, and all eyes looked my
way. Giggles, outright laughter, and finger pointing followed my slow
mincing progress across the floor to a raised dais in the center of the
room. There, I saw the rocking horse with the seat instead of the saddle. I
had no idea of what was expected of me, but I knew I surely wouldn't like
it! I was helped up the stairs, and was told to sit on the horse. My hands
were cuffed to the handles, and my shoes removed. Another pair of shoes
with some kind of appliance on the bottom were slipped onto my feet, and
locked there. My feet were then bolted to the foot pegs and I was a
prisoner on a rocking horse. Was I just to be displayed for all to laugh
at? No such luck! I was told to stand on the pegs as high as I could. Suzi
was doing something to the horse behind my back, but I couldn't see
what. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my bottom, heard a zipper open, and
felt cool air on my bottom. I twisted to see what was behind me, and saw a
huge purple dildo sticking up from the seat, glistening with lube. "Now,
Missy," said Fifi in my ear, "You can either try to stand up on the pegs
all night, because you will not be let go until all the guest are gone, or
you can sit down like a good little girl and rock on your nice horsey." I
looked back at the dildo, and it looked as thick as my arm, and as long,
too! It really wasn't, but it sure looked like the biggest dildo in the
world right then! Slowly, my arms and legs got tired, and I began to sag
towards the monster. I thought maybe I could miss it, but Fifi, or was it
Suzi, was right behind the horse, with her hands on my hips, guiding me
towards my humiliation. Slowly I made contact, and began my agonizing
descent in horrible pain and degradation. The whole time everyone in the
room was watching. Not only were they watching me, they were watching me on
4 huge plasma screen TVs, because there were 4 cameras filming me. One
camera recorded the look on my straining face, and three were recording the
progress of the monster dildo up my poor sissy bottom. I was crying with
the pain, and trying to scream from behind my gag, but only my tears and a
strangled mewling sound could be heard. After what seemed like hours, I was
sitting on the wooden sear, with that horrible intruder inside of me, and
told to rock. The movement of the horse caused more pain, and my
humiliation was completed, when the movie on the TV changed to me in the
bookstore! Here I was, in a room full of people, tied to a rocking horse,
gagged, with a monster in my pantied backside, and I had to watch
helplessly as they all saw my descent into slutty, sissy Hell.

     On another occasion, I was dressed as a maid. I was placed in a black
corset that was so tight, I could barely breathe, and certainly not bend
more than a few inches, black sheer stockings, frothy white petticoats,
black satin rumba panties, my black punishment heels, locked on of course,
and topped with a black satin maid's outfit. A little lacy cap, which was
more like a little black tiara with white lace, was placed on my head, with
a matching choker around my neck. My hands were cuffed in front of me, and
I was sent with three young men whom I had never met to go to dinner. We
went to a fast food place, which was very crowded. The three men sat down,
and one handed me 2 twenty dollar bills, and told me what to order. I had
to stand in line, with my panties on full display and order their food, and
make at least a dozen trips back up for drink refills, ketchup, a straw,
and other things. I was under strict orders to deeply curtsey when I was
given an order, and address any of the three as "Young Master." Of course,
humiliation was the main course of that meal! When they left, of course I
could not walk as fast, so the got to the car, and drove off, telling me to
walk around the building to meet them. I was also to flash my bottom at any
man or boy who looked my way. You would think I had built up immunity to
embarrassment, but you'd be wrong!

     I served Mr. Eric and Mr. Edward in bed as a little girl, as a
prostitute, a French Maid, school girl,and many more characters. I was tied
up and filmed getting spanked, and getting my bottom well and truly
penetrated. On another occasion, I dressed like a little girl in a beauty
pageant, and had to go around the room at a party, and ask all the women if
they wanted their "Widdle Puddies" licked, and all the men if I could
"pwease suck on their lollipops!"

     To serve one filthy-minded, but rich and connected guest, I had to do
something that I had never even thought about, read about, or dreamed about
in my worst nightmare. After having me dressed in a blue satin "L'il Bo
Peep" outfit, complete with knee length ruffled knickers, I was led
outside. So far so good, right? Wrong! There, I was forced to kneel next to
a log that conveniently had iron rings bolted to it. Of course, I was
secured over the log. I assumed the man wanted to some outdoor kind of
thing, and tried to relax. My knickers were pulled down, and my dress and
pettis swished up over my back, and then I felt something very strange. I
was mounted by a large dog! They had covered his front paws with cloth so I
would not get hurt, but I was getting my bottom filled by a huge dog! Of
course, I don't have to tell you that it hurt so bad I was crying the whole
time, nor should I have to tell you that it was, like always, caught on
film for later enjoyment. I still cringe thinking about that afternoon! I
felt so dirty that day that I didn't think I would ever get clean.

     At night, every night, I was locked into my crib, in my bondage
sleeper. I still hated sleeping on my back. Every morning, the daily yoga
class had made me very lithe and limber, which only meant that the arm
binder was tighter and tighter every time I wore it, until finally, the
backs of my hands were together, and my elbows were touching. On that day,
I was put on display in the hallway with arms bound tight, 7 inch pink
punishment heels, diaper, plastic panties, a gag and blindfold. That lasted
hours! Bondage? Oh yeah, this place was bondage central! I was tied up,
zipped up, laced up, wrapped up, and hung up more ways than I could have
imagined.  Do you know what pony play is? Try pulling a cart with blinders,
a corset, a butt plug with a tail attached, and 4 inch high heels! How
about watersports for 400, Alex? One guy who was staying for a week just
loved to give and receive golden showers. He thought I looked sexy, on my
knees, in a bustier, stockings, long silk gloves, and the like, while he
peed into my open mouth, and let the rest splash all over me. Then, I was
allowed to clean up his thingie, and suck him to a climax. Kinky
humiliation was another specialty of the house.

     For total humiliation, you can't beat what happened around Christmas
time. A husband and wife came to stay, and the husband became my baby
playmate. We were both diapered and dressed, and locked into the playpen to
play. He thought it was nice of his wife to indulge him in his adult baby
fantasy as a special Christmas present. It was special, alright! There we
were, locked into our playpen, like two baby girls when Mr. Eric and the
man's wife walked into the nursery. If my little sissy friend had not been
gagged, his jaw would have dropped. Here he was, in diapers, yellow plastic
panties, with yellow satin sissy panties on over them. He was wearing
yellow satin mittens that made his hands useless, and the prettiest yellow
satin baby doll nightie I had ever seen. His hair was covered in a lace
trimmed, yellow satin baby bonnet, and his feet were in little yellow baby
booties. By way of contrast, Mr. Eric was in an elegant dark blue silk robe
and black leather slippers, and this poor man's, no, I mean this poor
sissy's wife was wearing a skin tight, silvery-blue silk teddy, a pair of
silver high heeled sandals, and a open robe of ivory silk. She was
beautiful! The sissy (I was told his name was "Lucy") just stared at her,
and really could not believe his eyes. As her robe slipped off her
shoulders, and Mr. Eric began to kiss her, Lucy just sat there and began to
quietly cry. Mr. Eric and his wife ended up on the thick carpet, right in
front of the playpen, and we were given a front row seat to a magnificent
screwing. At its conclusion, the wife looked at Lucy, and told her, "Well,
my pathetic sissy husband, what do you think about that? This is the way a
real man makes love, not wearing satin baby clothes and a diaper! If you
want to stay married to me, and I'm not saying you will, the only choice
you have is to follow every order I give you while you are here. Do you
understand?" Poor Lucy only cried harder, but nodded her head. The top of
the playpen was unlocked, and he was told to lie on the floor. She undid
his gag after warning him not to say a word. Then, she squatted down on his
face, and told him to lick Mr. Eric's nice seed out of her pussy like a
good little sissy. What could he do? He licked and sucked her to another
orgasm, and then he was forced to lick Mr. Eric's tool clean. While he was
doing this, the wife put her beautiful teddy back on, and slipped into her
robe and sandals. Before she left the room, we were forced to give each
other a blow job, and were finally left, tied together, with that big pink
dildo that I met the fist day, in both of our mouths. The difference was,
my end had been inside of his wife, and Mr. Eric had peed on his end. Poor
cuckolded sissy. To make matters worse, the whole time we lay there with
the pink monster connecting our mouths, a video of the whole thing was
replaying over three TV screens in the nursery. His humiliation, and his
wife's enthusiastic infidelity, caught on tape for him to watch over and
over, with him in bondage, dressed like a baby girl.

     On a positive note, Carol and I were allowed to see each other once a
month over the year, although each time like the first, with me locked into
my diapers, and Carol, my sweet Mommy, in a cruel chastity belt that
allowed us no real sexual pleasure. In fact, our pleasure was not
considered at all over the course of the year, even though I masturbated
sometimes. I had to be careful, because the one time I was caught, it was
10 lashes and a bottle of pee for me at beddy-bye time, and 15 lashes and a
glass of the same for my dear sister. I was never caught again. Anyway, a
lot of the guests liked to give as well as receive, so I wasn't totally
without relief, although I would rather have done it in different
circumstances, with someone different. But, the time for the end of the
year was approaching, and I knew we had made it. We would have enough money
to get started, be together, and be happy, I hoped.

   I now had little A cup breasts, and a much softer figure. I had no hair
on my face or body, and would never grow any there ever again. My hair was
down past my shoulders, and styled in a little girl way, with cute little
bangs in the front. I had pierced ears, and wore little pink pearl studs in
both ears. The only real problem was that I spent so much time in diapers,
that when I didn't have them on, I had to really remember to go to the
potty! One time I didn't, and peed on the floor, and was forced to lick it
all up. Yuch! My body wasn't boy-strong, but thanks to the yoga, I was very
limber, and rather strong for my size, but my strength more like a ballet
dancer. I thought about the future, and what it would bring, and decided
not to think about it at all until we got out. Then, one morning, it was
brought back to my attention.

     I was up at my usual time, but no Nanny in sight. This morning, I was
being taken care of by Suzi, dressed as always in her satin maid outfit,
with high heels, perfectly straight seamed stockings, and the most
beautiful shape, thanks to heavy and long-term corseting. Now, being taken
care of in the morning by Suzi or Fifi usually meant that I was being
prepared for some really perverted guest, or some super humiliating
task. But, I knew better than to ask what was going on. Questions were
usually answered with the riding crop, or a baby bottle of pee, or some
other horrible punishment. I was given a double enema, my hair washed
twice, and was given a bath. Once out, my hair was dried, I was towel
dried, and I was sprayed with some expensive smelling body spray. I was
told to bend over, and the inevitable plug was shoved up my backside, then
I was led back into the nursery. A lady was there with a portable table,
and she was setting up her things when we entered. I was taken to the
changing table, and instead of a diaper, was placed into a pair of heavy,
double-layer, ivory silk panties. They were dripping in lace and seed
pearls, and were absolutely divine! A simple pink nylon chemise was pulled
over my head, and I was told to sit down so this lady could do my nails. An
hour or so later, I had long, shapely nails painted in a beautiful shiny
pink.

     From there it was up into the high chair, where I was fed my usual
bottle of apple juice, but also some scrambled eggs with crumbled up bacon
in them. I was sure now that I was being treated extra nice, because the
day was going to be extra bad. I was now officially scared. I knew we had
only a few days, or maybe a week left here, so maybe they were trying to be
extra-special kinky for my last few days. I didn't know what indignities
they could inflict on me that hadn't been tried, but I did NOT want to know
if there were any! After my teeth were cleaned, Suzi brushed my hair for
what seemed like an hour. Not that I minded, though. She had turned on some
soft classical music, and as she caressed my hair with the brush, I almost
fell asleep. When she was done, she applied a bit of makeup, and told me to
use a new, pink glittery lipstick that she produced from the top of her
stocking. Now, my chemise was removed, and I was told to stand at the bar
by the armoire. My wrists were cuffed to the bar, and Suzi brought out the
expected corset. But first, she showed it to me, and I was amazed! It was
brocaded ivory satin, and was covered with seed pearls like my wonderful
panties. Tighter and tighter she laced the beautiful torture device, until
little gasps of air were all I could take. I was uncuffed and led to the
dressing table again, where I was sat down, while Suzi rolled a pair of
white stockings up my legs. These were sheer, and I'm sure they were
silk. They had small, baby blue bows at the top, one on each side, and were
heavenly! She fastened them to the garters from my corset, and the pulled
out a pair of satin pumps, dyed ivory like my lingerie. These had a
"modest" 5 inch heel, which while uncomfortable if I had to wear them very
long, could be dealt with. Finally she stood me up, and called out to her
sister. Fifi came through the door with a huge mass of ivory satin in her
arms, and when she laid it on the bed I saw that it was a wedding gown fit
for royalty. The gown seemed to have built in petticoats, as it was already
poofy, and I didn't see any separate pettis. I was told to stand still, and
put my arms up. The two maids slipped the heavy satin and lace dress over
my head, and as it came to my hips, it began to bunch up. At this point,
Fifi got in front of me, on her knees, and began to pull and adjust the
material. I soon realized that there were three layers to this dress. There
was the to-die-for outer dress, the built in crinolines, and the bottom
layer was a very, very tight hobble skirt that came down to mid-calf, and
would surely restrict my ability to walk in this dress. Still, when it was
zipped up in back, and I was turned to the full length mirror, I had to
gasp. The gown was made of heavy ivory satin, a princess bodice, topped
with a sheer gossamer neckline that was covered in seed pears. The dress
came up at the sides into to sleeves that were off the shoulders, but came
down my arms, and ended in points on the back of my hands. The whole gown
was like something from the wedding of a princess in the fairy stories, and
I felt so feminine, and lovely, and, yes, scared, because I had no idea of
what was going to happen next. I tiara was placed on my head, and the
attached veil was draped over my face. A lovely bouquet of pink roses was
placed in my hands, and my wrists were cuffed together around the flowers.

     I was led, with slow and mincing steps, down the hallway, and into a
part of the house that I rarely was allowed to enter. It was slow, and
painful to walk down these halls, not knowing what was at the end. We
stopped in front of large wooded double doors, and the two maids stepped
forward, and slowly opened the door.

     I found myself looking at a parody of church, decorated for a
wedding. There was Mr. Eric (He rarely touched me, as he preferred real
girls), Mr. Edward (He loved boys, boy-girls, and extreme kink) and several
other men and women whom I didn't know. Also, standing next to the "altar"
was another bride. I looked and saw that she, or maybe he, was wearing the
same gown as I wore, only instead of ivory, it was a gleaming, shimmering
white. To the strains of a recording of "Here Comes the Bride" I slowly
made my way down the aisle toward the "altar." I stared straight ahead, and
did not look at the poor bride beside, as I figured that we would "get to
know" each other in ways neither of us would like, very soon. Mr. Eric
stood in front of us, wearing a very elegant tuxedo, and began to speak a
parody of the wedding vows. He finally got to the point where he asked if
we would take each other, and my ears really pricked up. "Your contract is
now fulfilled, so do you," he intoned solemnly, "Carol, take this little
boy-girl Melissa to be your sissy, to love, pamper, and diaper `till
whenever you choose to separate?" To my everlasting joy I heard the sound
of my "Mommy" saying I Do! He then turned to me and asked, "Do you,
Melissa, take Carol to be your mommy and mistress, to obey her in every
way, to make her happy, and to be her full-time sissy slave, until such a
time as she decides to end the relationship?" I almost yelled, "I DO!!" You
may kiss the sissy! I turned, and one maid raised my veil, while another
raised Carol's, and even though we were both handcuffed, and could not hug,
we leaned into each other and kissed as though there would be no tomorrow!

     It is now almost a year since we finished our contracts at the
mansion, and even though we have had an invitation to return to enjoy a
party there, and meet the new slaves, we decided that other than taking
their money, we wanted nothing to do with any of them, ever again. We
bought a small 3 bedroom cottage, sitting on a one acre lot, sort of out of
town, so we have our peace. We sleep together in the same big queen sized
bed, and make love as man and woman, and sometimes as two women. I am
always in lingerie, though. Many nights I so spend the night in the large
elaborate and beautiful crib beside the bed, dressed in my diapers and
plastic panties, and for my birthday last month, Mommy Carol even arranged
to have a very pretty wet nurse come by and feed me in the evening! That
was very nice. What do we do now? Well, Carol has opened a very upscale
lady's clothing store, and I, as Melissa, am in charge of the lingerie
department. For customers who know and ask, I do carry a complete line of
some of the more exotic and frankly kinky lingerie and costumes in the
back. In fact, for the right ladies, I will even model on occasion. I can
fit ladies, or sissies. Would you like the address?????????

Let me know what you think of my story, or just write to talk!

 Love, Kisses, and All Things Frilly, Missy

Missysatinpanties@yahoo.com