Monday, September 2, 2024

Stepton Sissy Camp, conclusion

[Warning: Some elements of this part are more explicit than my usual material!]

Late August arrived and it was time for camp to end. In a special ceremony, the counselors and other staff were permitted to name the campers they wanted as their personal submissive sissies. In a surprise move, head counselor Ashley chose the little wanker, Karen. She called him to the stage and removed his skirt and panties. “Bend over,” she commanded, and as he did so, she inserted a vibrating dildo deep into Karen’s ass. It rested against hie prostate and caused his cock, still locked in its pretty pink cage, to grow larger and stiff.

“Oh, Ms. Ashley, that feels so good!” Karen moaned.

“Does it, you little slut?” Ashley responded, laughing. “Then we’ll just leave it there all the time, shall we? And once a week, I’ll unlock your cage and give you a nice slow hand-job!”

Karen nearly fainted at the thought and had to sit down—which only drove the vibrator deeper in him.

While all that was going on, the other counselors picked their own submissives. Many gravitated to the prettiest, most little-girlish specimens. Others preferred the ones who had developed sexy, womanly forms and personalities. Of course, not every camper was chosen as a personal submissive. Those who were not were, as tradition demanded, turned over to the camp’s dressage instructress, to be inducted to the Pony Brigade. This elite group marched each year in the Founder’s Day Parade, celebrating the day Carla Weathers created Stepton as a haven for sissies and their mistresses and guardians.

Finally, it was time for the awarding of the ultimate prize—First Place Femboy—given to the camper who best exemplified the virtues of Stepton. This award was handed out by the recipient’s cabin counselor who then named the winner as her own special sub. Brenda mounted the podium and said, “I am pleased to announce that our First Place Femboy this year is Ally Gordon. Ally, sweetie, come up and receive your prize!”

Blushing, Ally minced to the stage, his now-huge tits bouncing with his every movement. When he arrived by her side, Brenda opened a box containing the special gift chosen for him. She held it up, a bullet-bra fitted to his measurements. “A pair of knockers like yours deserve proper display, my darling!” She helped him out of his camp shirt and bra and into the pointy new one. It was followed by a tight sweater, emblazoned with the camp emblem.

Ally turned to the crowd, showing off his new figure. A cheer went up. “Hooray for Ally, the best pair of boobs in camp!”

THE END

3 comments:

Jennifer H. said...

WOW! How very intense! I love the ponys!

Joanne said...

This is epic! Loved the details of each type of sissy!

Sissy Discipline said...

Pony girls are amazing! Especially when they are sissies!