“Terry was quite pleased with how you presented yourself, whore. She’s quite perceptive, and pays great attention to detail. You might be interested to know that she commented again on your shape. She asked if I’d corseted you, and she was surprised to know I have not. Had not, past tense. But present and future tense will allow me to tell her otherwise, and soon. I like the thought of your body being confined in that way, and I just know Terry and her friends will be increasingly interested and delighted. I know that frightens you, from the way you breathe in when I say it. But really, it’s not as though sucking cock makes you gay. You either are gay, or you’re not; get used to the idea that it doesn’t matter. What does matter, is what I want; and I want you sucking cock. I’m quite certain you won’t have a problem with that, will you?”
“Of course not, Mistress. You know I trust you, and that allows me to embrace the tasks you give me, knowing that it pleases you.”
“Good gir-, I mean whore. Imagine that, I almost called you girl. Well, no matter. It’s perfectly acceptable for me to make a mistake; after all who is here to correct me? Speaking of correction, I found another choker for you, to add to your collection. Remind me, how you came to have these lovely and perfectly fitting and descriptive chokers?”
————————————————————————————————————————————————-
“Of course, Mistress. As you know, Carla was my babysitter for three years, and she helped me to get summer jobs. Each payday she would pick me up, and we’d go shopping for whatever she thought would help me or for what she liked. She always made sure we didn’t spend too much or my parents would have taken control, so i banked at least half of my pay. They were pleased with my politeness and my responsibility, and remarked what a good influence Carla was on me. This probably allowed them to overlook some of the things that were changing about me, my hair length, and my “cleanliness”… no stray hairs, no chipped nails, and my grades were even improved. They didn’t know that when i studied with Carla, she had me wearing lingerie and heels and tied my hands when i didn’t need to write. She actually liked teaching, even though her methods were somewhat different.
My parents had planned a vacation in the fall. They had planned on taking me along, but instead they agreed to let Carla watch me for the 10 days they would be gone. They left early Saturday morning, and Carla and i both hugged them and wished them a safe trip. Mom was so happy to be taking this trip, and was her usual glowing self whenever she got her wish The car crushed and popped on the long gravel driveway, and we went upstairs to watch the car as i pulled through the gate. Once they had gone, Carla blindfolded me and told me she had a surprise for me. She led me from to my Mom’s sewing room, and showed me a pattern and a huge bolt of fabric.
i’d never done anything like this before, well, except for helping Grams with the pillowcases. i was nervous, and unsure, and didn’t really know what this was for, until I read the pattern instructions, “Making Your Petticoats.”
She came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek, pulling me close, slipping her hand down over my abdomen, gently patting my crotch, kneading, and gently slapping me. My words caught in my throat, and she pulled my face to hers, giving me a long kiss, still fondling me. Breathless, i almost fell when she released me. “You can do this, and I’ll help you, part of the way. But this will be YOUR task, and YOUR accomplishment. Besides, I’ve wanted you in petticoats ever since i saw those lovely legs. Yes, petticoats. They will frame you, make you look more delicate, feminine, and helpless. Perfect!”
The pattern came in a package, with very specific directions. There were plenty of pins, and measuring tapes and scissors in the drawers, and the machine was already loaded with pink thread. Carla handed me a smock, and held out her hand. “Give me what you’re wearing, and put this on. That’s far too much clothing for you to wear. Now.”
Slipping out of my shorts and shirt and my underwear, she took the pinking shears and cut them to artful ribbons.
“There. Much better!” She said, as she winked. Now get busy, little sis.” It was Her pet name for me.
It took several hours to cut and gather the cloth properly. Each circlet needed to be shaped and banded, and stitched to retain its shape, and then stitched to the next one, and the next. There were strips of cloth, which she would pick up and wrap around my wrists playfully, pulling my hands behind me as she kissed me again, spinning the chair to put her knee between my legs, nudging me again. She never ever kissed me in a vanilla way. Only when in some manner of female dress, or some sort of restraint on me, would she show me her tenderness, her ability to excite me. She pulled away, and her eyes looked at me, and came to rest on my neck.
“OhhhhH! I have the perfect idea, the best ever use for these scraps. She slipped one around my throat, and stepped back to look. “Hold that, with both hands, holding your hair up, off of the back of your neck. Ohhh… what a pretty choker that would make. Will make. And we have so many to make!!! These can wait until you finish the petticoats, but I’m going to draw up some designs. Keep working, I’m going to make the first one myself.”
Two more painstaking hours passed, and i sewed the waistband around the layers of cloth. The elastic was a little bunched in one place, but other than that, it was a rather good first attempt. Calling to Carla, i held the garment out for her to see. The look on her face was one of delight.
“Robin! You are just the best! I’m sooo impressed that you got this done. Honestly I gave you no chance of completing this today, and here you have it all done!” She took the garment, noting the lumpy elastic, and said “We’ll keep this in the back. Now, put it on. And take that silly smock off, too!”
Handing the smock to her, she lingered a moment, looking at my nude body, and my erection. “Oh… what is this?” She smiled, stepped in front of me, nuzzling my neck, reaching down with one hand to stroke me several times. “Lift your leg”. As i did, she dipped the edge of the waist, my foot slipping inside against the rustling fabric. “And the other,” gently slapping my testicles as my leg rose, exposing them. She made a big deal out of pulling the fabric up and over my knees and thighs,, making sure to catch my genitals on the way up. “Now stand there for a moment.”
Her eyes rolled over my slight frame, the billowing petticoats cascading in an A-shape, extending from my waist to about six inches above my knees. There was a presence in the front, and she chided me for that. Taking a long strip of cloth, she tied it about the head, pulling it back between my legs, wrapping the strip over my cheeks and around my waist. “Much better. More girly. But we’re missing something. Well, several something’s, actually… but for now, I have the perfect addition. Close your eyes and hold your hair up and away from your neck.” Her hands passed by my shoulders, her fragrance teasing my nostrils, the feeling of her skin on mine so slight but intoxicating. And i heard two snaps as they gently fastened together. “Now… let me look at you.”
She stepped back and smiled in her adoring way, as if she had just topped off a wedding cake. “Oh… it’s perfect! Come with me to the mirror, I want you to see this.” Taking me by the hand, we stepped into the bedroom, and stood before the oblong mirror in my parent’s bedroom. There, in the same fabric that comprised my new petticoats, was a choker, several layers of fabric each with letters cut exactly into the cloth. It must have taken an hour or more to cut them so cleanly. She read it aloud just as i was seeing it.
“Yes. Sissie. You *are* my sissie. And the best part is, this is day one. Imagine what we’ll get done by day 7? That’s next Saturday, of course, and we’re having a party. Right here. It will be just us girls. Me, and you, and some of my friends. You’d better behave, or I’ll let them bring their boyfriends later on. You know how things happen late at night at a party, don’t you sissie?” She saw my face redden, and she teased me a little, pulling me onto the bed with her. She kissed me long and sweetly, and pulled at my nipples, gliding her hands over my skin… down to my knees, and along the inside of my thighs before reaching up to wrap the strip of cloth around my sac, tieing it securely, and she began to stroke me slowly and softly. “You’ve been such a good sissie lately. I think you deserve a reward. Up you go, on your knees, and hold your pretty petticoats up.” She stroked me a little faster, her long hair framing her face and breasts. “Yes… look at me. Watch me; see how I look when I do this. Learn. Learn, sissie. And when you get close, you tell me. I don’t want any surprises. You’ll say it like this: ‘sissie needs to cum, Mistress’.. I may make you beg, because I like hearing that.”
She knew that her words were every bit as arousing as her touch, and i blurted out “sissie needs to cum, Mistress” inside of ten seconds or so. She looked straight into my eyes; “Again”.
“sissie needs to cum, Mistress”
She reached to the nightstand, and stroked me to finish me off. i came in several thick streams, and felt some of my cum splash back on the head of my cock. She had placed a glass at the end to catch all my semen, and lifted it up to my lips, saying “Drink” even as she continued to stroke me. “You look so adorable doing that. Honestly, robin. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with you… or should I say ‘what I won’t do with you… but we will find out, won’t we? It’s a shame, I’m so horny, and you’re so small. But at least your tongue and mouth are skilled. Make me cum, sissie. Make me cum.” And with that, she rearranged the pillows, leaning back, spreading her legs, and pulling me by my hair in between them to bring her to her typical two orgasms, her feet occasionally pushing and thumping against me…
Later, she asked me how I felt about the day. She saw my face reddening with confusion and embarrassment, and gently kissed my neck, teasing me briefly with her hands before pulling me close, holding me reassuringly. “I don’t want to hurt you, robin. Quite to the contrary, I want you to grow, and learn how to express yourself in everyway, from your music, to your ideas, to your sexuality, to your love. I can see that your parents don’t do that. They also don’t know what we both know, that you *are* a sissie. It’s not a bad thing. You are attracted to me, sexually. I want to help you understand all that it means to be a sissie so you will be able to make the right choices in life, and not end up in a loveless marriage someday, wondering where your life has gone. So, no – I don’t intend to cause you pain, unless I think it will help you learn. Take the choker, for example. How did you feel when you saw, and felt it?”
“Carla, i-i-i.. was shocked, and embarrassed a little. But I really like it. It’s beautiful, and more so because you made it for me.”. My voice was soft and slight as I averted my eyes from hers.
She pulled my hands over my head with one of hers, and began to kiss my neck, gliding her hand over my body as she slowly slid on top of me. He body undulating, grinding against me. “I have some other ideas for chokers, robin. Can you think of any other names I might use?” She didn’t really want an answer. She wanted me to hear it. Moving her lips close to my ear, she whispered, “bitch”…and pressed herself hard against me. She moaned, which made me shiver with excitement. “Slut… my slut..” she whispered next, gently gliding her nails against my inner thigh. I couldn’t keep myself from responding, and started to pant as I tried to breathe. “My slut… my bitch..” grinding more as she reached for my cock.. ”my sissie… (stroking) .. my pretty, pretty,, pretty. (stroking again)… “whore”.. “ The way she said that, the way she touched me, the way her body felt against mine pushed me to the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I lay there beneath her, I lay there beneath her, shivering, my body twitching in spasm after spasm, and she smoothed my hair, kissing my face, holding me until I was finally able to relax, and drift off to sleep.
Carla woke me in the morning to let me know that my parents had extended their trip for the rest of the month, and that Mom didn’t want to pull me from my sleep. “I trust you completely with robin, Carla. We feel so lucky to have you there to help us!”
“I told them how happy I am to help. If they only knew, robin. If they only knew!” Carla said as she pulled back the sheets and swatted my thigh. she bent forward, and slipped a collar over my head around my neck and hair quite a contrast to the pink cloth choker still around my throat. It was a very simple dog choker, attached to a chromed leash with a leather loop. “Shower time, sissie. We have a busy day ahead. Many busy days, in fact!”
————————————————————————————————————————————————
“So, whore – you’re a seamstress of sorts? Hmm. I wonder what I can have you make for yourself to wear. We won’t need a lot of fabric for you, will we? Oh, and we need to get your navel pierced. You’re showing a lot of skin in those dresses and crops and halters – we need something to catch the eye, something pretty, glittery. Not rings, like your nipples, but something – oh well.. we can get a ‘mount’ and find assorted bling to attach to it, depending on the look I want. But whore, I want to thank you for telling me how this began. It helps me to understand so much about you, and knowing that your psyche has been impressed at so young an age makes you even better suited to be Mine. Doesn’t it, whore?”
“You know, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you were someone else’s whore. I will have to be sure that we out-do anything she could have imagined. Oh.. how delicious will that be?!?” Her words trailed off as she turned into the bedroom, returning with a small paddle, a vibrator, and a very realistic looking silicone phallus. “Oh look, whore. It has balls, too!”… pointing to the bench already adjusted to accept my body, draped over it, her eyes twinkling as she clicked the locks closed…
——–
