You don't know how happy it makes me to see Madam smiling again,” she went on. “I'm sure she'll really hate to see her little girl go once the weekend is over.” Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” I asked my husband to make coffee for us. When he brought in the coffee, he nearly jumped out of the room. She took control right away and asked him to sit down and join us. She asked him questions about the cage and his intentions. She made it clear that he was not to interfere in her marriage in any way. There would be no sexual activity of any kind between them except related to the cage. She also made it clear that her husband did not approve and that my husband would have to respect his feelings and live with the outcome. Erm, no Miss." It just slipped out, I can only think it was because of those sissy videos I'd been watching. I indulged myself as much as possible without getting caught, although my mother noticed things in her drawers mussed several times and questioned me. I'm sure she suspected and probably knew for sure I had been in her things.

Another dream that's hard to believe came from my own mind. I'm sitting in a dark theater, holding hands with an older man. His strong hand stops enveloping my dainty one and begins to snake its way up my smooth thigh, under my skirt. He begins to rub me in my panties as I try to stay quiet and stop from squirming. But it feels so GOOD. His other hand starts to play and tease my hardening nipples. I feel my mouth open and I wake up as I moan out loud. One hand on my panties, and the other on my chest. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't wait any longer. “I have to use the restroom,” I finally whispered.

A Locked Sissy Looks Sexy

Inside the door the sight of all the displays took my breath away. It was a large room with displays everywhere of all types of women's foundation garments, anything and everything imaginable. My mind spun as I wondered what she planned to get for me. I wanted one of each. I tried to take it all in at once as I numbly followed Mistress across the room to where a woman stood behind a glass display case. The case was filled with artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. The woman greeted Mistress and then glanced over at me. A short trip away for slave D and Mistress K turns into a severe play session that includes humiliation, a harsh caning and anal play before a stunning new dominatrix is introduced to join in with the fun. Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast),

She unpinned my outer diaper and removed it once I had lifted myself. Next she unpinned the satin diaper and exposed my mess. She said, “Ooh Baby is really messy, but don’t worry I will clean you up.” My clitty began to get hard and Carolyn said, “Looks like baby just loves being messy.” Good. Next, you have to agree to me expanding the toys I use with Zoe. If Zoe is going to be cleaning more often, then I’m going to hold her to a higher standard and may need new options to motivate her for her new role.” She crossed her arms and lifted an eyebrow as she listed her first requirement. Clearly she has been thinking about this herself. The nurse turned to Mistress and said, "Dr. Powers will be with you in a few minutes". She motioned at me and added, "She's going to be a cute one with the proper training. It still amazes me what can be done with them". What are we going to do? It'll be four days till it opens now,” I wondered aloud, a tone of alarm in my voice. With one hand continuing to caress my breasts, Carolyn reached around and took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over my throbbing shaft, began to stroke me.Your little clitty..." he stroked the cage with a finger "isn't meant for a pussy. Has it been inside one?" Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again. I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?” I submitted so readily to be used for someone else's pleasure without even realizing that's what I was doing. And the more mortified I feel, the more I glide my painted nails across my smooth hips and thighs. The more I shake my ass in lingerie and post it on the internet. I worry I'm becoming the neediest of sluts and that it's all out of my control. It's like some foreign body has invaded my psyche making me more and more feminized as my body responds in unavoidable horror and delight. Cat strode over, and sat on a stool across from me. She turned the dial on the sex machine to 0, Hoodlum instantly grinding to a halt at near full extention, impaling me against the kitchen bench. There was little I could do but stay bent over the counter.