Part Three
I returned to my three Mistresses the next Saturday, this
time in a frilly pink party dress and heels. I tried to cover it all with a
long coat, but of course my stockinged legs and heels showed anyway. I rang the
bell.
“Well, the little sissy has come back for more,” said Tracy
who opened the door. “Off with that horrid coat—let me see what you’re
wearing!” she ordered. I stripped off
the coat and stood on their doorstep, exposed to all the world in my little
girl dress. “So cute,” she smiled. She produced a collar and a leash, clipped
them to my neck and led me into the house, directly to the playroom.
Holly and Julie waited there. They laughed when they saw my
outfit. “Heavens, he just gets even more sissy every time, doesn’t he?” Holly
exclaimed. “You know what to do, sissy,” she continued. “Off with the clothes
and onto the bed.” I obeyed, stripping to my bra, panties and stockings, and
lay face up on the bed. “Good girl,” Julie said.
Apparently, it was Holly’s turn to start my milking. She
removed my butt plug and replaced it with an even bigger vibrator than last
week. As she turned it on, I felt the stimulation harden my sissy-cock. Holly
wrapped her hand around my member and began to pump. Julie described what I
should feel:
“Feel the maleness get pumped out of you, sissy…feel your
body lose any semblance of masculinity and become soft and gentle and feminine.
Oh, so, feminine.” Tracy moved to the head of the bed and began to play with my
nipples through the nylon of my bra. “This is the only way you can come now,
isn’t it, sissy? With your Mistresses playing with you like a girl,” she said.
With that, I spurted my cock-cream…and Holly caught it in a little cup.
Now Tracy took
Holly’s place and began her ministrations to my sissy-cock, which was soon hard
once more. Julie moved to my nipples and began to stimulate them again. I came
even faster this time, though there was much less cream to be captured in the
cup. Finally, Julie took over stroking my sissy-cock and my final spurt was
nothing more than a trickle. She took the cup filled with my cock-cream and
brought it to my lips. When I resisted, she pinched my nose and forced me to
open my mouth, pouring the sticky concoction past my lips.
“Good girl!” Holly said. “From now on, you will always taste
your cock-cream when we milk you.” Julie removed the vibrator and replaced it
with an even larger butt-plug than before. “Have to keep you filled and happy,
darling!” she explained.
The released me from the bed and stood me before the
full-length mirror as they went through the wardrobe to find my new outfit. I
gasped when they finally came forward with their choice. It was a calf-length
red latex dress that I knew would cling to me like a second skin. They started
by padding my bra out to tremendous
proportions. “46D,” Holly said, laughing. “You’ll be a perfect bimbo!” They
replaced my panties with padded ones, making my hips and ass larger as well.
Tracy produced a measuring tape—“44 inches,” she announced.
They stretched and pulled the shiny dress onto my
exaggeratedly feminized form, smoothing out all the wrinkles. I realized the
skirt was so long and tight I would be restricted to a mere six-inch stride…a
stride I realized would be even shorter when they placed seven-inch stiletto
heels on my feel. I minced to the vanity
when ordered and they began my cosmetic makeover. When they were done, I looked
like a Vegas showgirl, especially after they placed the big blonde wig on my
head.
They assisted me to stand and wiggle my way back to the
mirror. I was not only feminine…I was a caricature of femininity. “Show us how
much you love your new look, sweetie!” Julie ordered. “Run your hands over your
slick, smooth body…wiggle that ass…make those boobs bounce!”
I did as they ordered, watching myself in the mirror…and
feeling my arousal grow with every move I made. Soon, there was an obvious
bulge at the crotch of my skin-tight dress. “Look! She’s turned herself on!
She’s in love with her bimbo self!” Tracy laughed.
Now, completely transformed, thoroughly emasculated and
humiliated, aroused beyond measure, my Mistresses announced it was time for me
to leave for home. As I minced to the front door, I reached for my long coat.
“Oh no, sissy!” Holly said. “Now cover-ups for you. Wear this!” She handed me a
white faux-fur jacket that only reached my waist…and would not close over my
massive tits. All it did was further emphasize my over-feminine appearance.
I carefully made my way down the steps. It was dark now and
few people were on the street. I couldn’t run home, only mince my way back to my
own door. It took me an hour to get out of the incredible latex dress…and when
it was off, the only thing I wanted to do was remember the way it felt and bring myself to climax. But that was
forbidden until my visit with my Mistresses next Saturday!
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