Story Update

Hi All

This may come as  a relief to some and  a disappointment to others.

I was hoping to have the final part of Amongst Women posted shortly  but I’m sorry to say that although I’ve started the final part  it  will be delayed for a while and I’m  not sure for  how long. On a personal level I’ve just  had some very disappointing news or to put it more crudely  I’ve had a right kick in the balls – and as a result I’m not exactly in the best frame of mind so my focus has gone completely.

People have been very supportive in their comments and I’m very grateful for that- I couldn’t have got this far without them. Hopefully I’ll be able to knuckle down and finish it in the coming weeks but I can’t promise anything as right now my head is somewhere else entirely. In the meantime if someone else wants to pick it up I have no problem with that, send it to me and I’ll get it posted.

Thanks for your understanding.

Rgds

Carrie

Swiss Miss Sissy, Chapter 6 of 6

Well, here it is: the final chapter, for what it's worth.  As Bea noted at the outset, the story is technically unfinished, but I believe it's a rewarding read regardless, and I'd like to think I'm not entirely alone in that opinion.  On the other hand, some may not care that there's no proper ending as long as it has merely ended.

The reason I say that is because I can't help observing that on the last couple chapters, more people have been clicking on the "not" button at the bottom of the posts than the "interesting" or "more" buttons.  This would not be a big deal to me, except for the fact that I've gotten relatively little acknowledgment of my recent postings, so a few negative clicks almost feels like a wave of hostility.

I can handle not getting a lot of comments; I know it's par for the course on many blogs.  It's the casual negativity that really rankles.

Why should I take it so personally?   I didn't even write the thing.  Part of me is offended in the same manner as when I see people offhandedly dismissing movies, TV shows or books I like.  True, I don't love every single one of Bea's stories; I fully understand if not everything in this one has been appealing to all, but just clicking on "not" doesn't exactly give me a clue as to what it is that prompted that action.

Hopefully, I'm getting bent out of shape over nothing.  I know from experience that people are more likely to register dissatisfaction than they are to speak up when they've got nothing to complain about.  For all I know, the ones who clicked "not"could simply be jerks who ended up on this blog by mistake.

It was always my view that the reaction buttons are kind of worthless, but since most seem disinclined to comment, if you are one of those who liked this story, I would be obliged if you would take half a second to click on the "interesting" and/or "more" buttons so that I know I haven't been wasting my time.  If it makes it any easier on you, "interesting" doesn't necessarily even have to mean you liked it- just that you didn't find it completely dull or without merit.

I hate to sound overly sensitive, but if my contributions are to be met with antipathy or indifference, it would be pointless to continue my efforts to help keep the blog going.

In fact, forget the blog and the blackjack.  Ah, screw the whole thing.

All grousing aside, despite the malcontents, I don't rue my attempt to preserve this story.


Now here's Bea:

Chapter 6





  In which our sissy heroine finds himself in the process of having a complete makeover! 



Authors note:



  This chapter has been formatted by me (Bea) to conform to previous chapters, but I did precious little else.  In actuality, most of  it was penned by a very pleasant young sissy who is, as will be obvious, is much better versed than I am in the rites of hairdo’s and cosmetic applications. She also appears as an author fir the very first time on this site – see her story "The Center"   If anyone would care to correspond with her directly, she would love to hear from you and can be reached at:   cogen777@aol.com . 

Thank you very much Priscilla – don’t know what I’d have done without you!



Lying there, face down, impaled by Miss Brigitt, I suffered agonies of shame and humiliation as Madame Directrice approached us and started whispering in her ear.  I knew better than to eavesdrop, but could not help but overhear the muffled, but angry exclamations from my tormentor, especially when she’d punctuate them by giving me the occasional sharp slap on the buttocks for emphasis.

I was actually frightened when the young mistress withdrew the dildo from me, and was very grateful that Madame Directrice stayed, murmuring comfortingly to her as I managed to get myself upright.  I’m sure that I might have suffered a physical beating otherwise.    Miss Brigitt was extremely forceful in tightening my corset that morning after Madame Directrice left and very abrupt in her tone and treatment as I readied myself for my maids duties at the breakfast table.  Actually cuffed me about the ears a few times.

For the next few weeks, my training intensified. Whenever I wasn't learning my maids duties, I was undergoing lessons in the demeanor expected of me.  I was consistently under the ministrations of Misses Ingrid or Brigitt.  I only saw Miss Martina a few times, but she seemed to have forgotten who I was – still treated me nicely all the same, but as a maid. Lady Christina was pleasant, but distant.  Never, ever, indicated a desire to have me in her bed again during that period.

My training was definitely becoming more concentrated in some areas.  First, my walk had to be just right.  Between my ever growing butt plugs, and my introduction to gaffs, and/or penis petticoats, my higher and higher heels and increasingly restrictive clothing, my way of locomotion  had really changed.   With my tight corsets, all of my skirts and dresses were now worn with a tight inner skirt or petticoats that fitted me like  sausage casings, and hobbled me terribly. I now took dainty almost babylike steps, and with my ever higher bouffant do's and beehive styles, I looked as if I was trying to balance my hair. My hands were always held out daintily, with my fingers spread, as if my nails were constantly wet.

I also seemed to be being readied for life outside the house.  At least I was now occasionally wearing clothes other than maids outfits and a little more adult than Danielle. We had become almost constant companions and it appeared that we were being prepared to go out in public as a twosome.   For some reason, it was apparent that her youth, innocence, and virginity were being emphasized.  They were dressing her in puffy little party frocks and poodle skirts, and more and more childish apparel.

I did envy her for her conventional, even if childish hair dos. Her medium brown hair was being kept in French braids, and occasionally Shirley Temple like banana and sausage curls, whereas mine was still the lacquered, difficult to maintain, style favored by my lady.

We both wore exaggerated bows everywhere.  In our hair, at our waists, all over our clothes, and we literally dripped  ribbon  and lace. We had voice lessons, cosmetic class, hairdressing school. We learned everything we possibly could about the feminine arts and domestic sciences.

Danielle impressed me.  Despite appearances, she still revolted now and then at being effeminized, though less and less often.  I, on the other hand, suffered from mixed feelings of pride and humiliation, when they used me as an example to her of how a sissy – or young lady – should behave – and there was no question about it. That was what I was becoming..

Finally the day came for our scheduled trip to "Miss Daphne's Exotic Illusion Salon and Boutique.”  The puzzling thing about the trip though was the fact that I didn't need to sleep in rollers the night before.

The morning of the trip I was dressed in white 4' heels and matching hose, panties, and bra. My waist was practically severed by the 'plus 5' corset I wore. Ms. Brigitt proudly announced me a svelte 18".   After slithering into my hobble petticoat, I was given the most adult dress I had worn to date.

It was lavender, with white polka dots. A huge white bow at my waist accented my figure, and the hem flared out, at my knees, and was trimmed in ruffled lace. With my white hand bag, gloves and sun hat trimmed with a lavender ribbon, I really felt like a grown young lady. My hair was done in a tasteful pony tail, and clipped with a pretty barrette. My make up was subtle, but highlighted my eyes quite prettily, I thought.

Mistress Christina and I were chauffeured there by Madame Directerice.  We met a tearful Danielle and a smiling Mistress Margot in the lobby. The reason that Danielle was upset was quite obvious.  She was dressed more like "Little Lady Fauntleroy" than her usual "Shirley Temple, Let's have a party!"  look.  “I feel ridiculous!”  he stormed.  “It’s bad enough to be sissified – but to be dressed like a little girl child is going too far!” (Mistress Margot pulled him into a private room off the foyer for a moment though, and he was more subdued when they returned).

At the same time, I had a premonition, and was pre-occupied by something I'd seen on the way in to the Salon. I had noticed a huge Bay Window in front.   In that window was a slightly raised platform.. On the platform were chairs. Seated in the chairs wearing ruffled salon smocks and satiny robes, were patrons of the salon in various stages of beauty treatments.

Some had creamy facial masques while others were wearing frosting caps.  A few had hair put up in hot rollers, perm rods, brush rollers or oversized curlers. Some had on hair nets, others plastic caps. Although a couple looked relaxed and were reading magazines while they waited for the next stage of their makeover, most looked nervous and very self conscious as the passersby on the street - mostly women - pointed and giggled.

It was then I overheard a women say, "Just look at those adorable sissies! My husband – I call him Veronica now - still nearly bursts into tears, when I have them put him in the display window, just before his comb out."   I was sure then that, very soon Danielle and I would be in that window, subject to all the humiliating comments and finger-pointing of the amused women as they passed by.

Ms. Margot and Ms. Christina spoke to the receptionist and soon our beauty consultants were present in the lobby. After a very private discussion our mistresses went into the boutique and we were ushered into a change room.

The salon had a definite international flavor.  Ms. Daphne was French, and Ms. Helene, who had taken the ladies into the boutique was German.  Ms. Katherine, an American lady, was going to be "in charge" of me for the day. Ms. Lillian, a British Lady would be taking care of "Little Danielle."

We were made to strip to our bra and panties. We were shown where to hang up our clothes and purses. Our jewelry we placed in our handbags, and we were given satiny robes and matching high heeled slippers. We both avoided each others eyes as we readied ourselves for another step into our transformation into sissies.

Ms. Katherine then said, "Okay girls follow us. First you'll be getting a nice full body wax, followed by an exciting Swedish massage. After that, a hot steamy relaxing sauna, followed

a brisk cold shower, and a dip in the hot baths.   You’ll feel wonderful!  Then you’ll have your ears pierced, a manicure and pedicure, and of course a facial. Then we'll finish up working on your hair and make up. You'll get your clothes back, just before your final comb out and make up application. Then I believe you’re scheduled to be trying on some sort of gowns in the boutique."

On the way to the waxing room, we passed a sissy in the make up area and heard her crying. I wondered what was happening to her when Ms. Lillian explained she was having her make up outline tattooed on. That scared me.

As it turned out, we wouldn't be wearing the satiny stuff for very long.  For much of the next few hours, we would either be disrobed, in bikini swimsuits, or terry cloth robes with matching stretch turbans. The turbans were set off with pert bows at the forehead.

The first procedure, the body wax, was very uncomfortable. To this day I dislike having a hot, zip wax. Our eyebrows, legs and bikini lines were all waxed. Both of us let out little gasps when the wax along with the hair was removed.  Then our eyebrows were penciled in.

Next came a relaxing Swedish massage. Although we were on the same adjoining tables for this procedure a curtain was drawn between the cubicles. As the soft music played, Miss Yvette (my masseuse) cooed to me softly talking about this or that. Through the curtain I could hear Carolyn cooing to Danielle. Soon I was rolled over on my side and my knees were brought into my body. I was made to fold my hands across my chest.  In this tucked in, fetal type, position, my genitals and rectum were fair game for the expert, well lubricated, fingers and hands of Miss Yvette.  Soon a surgically gloved finger was in my anus, and my genitals were being oiled lovingly. Because of the position of my folded hands I was soon rocking back and forth and whimpering like the effeminate sissy I had become, totally under the command of another real woman. Yvette hummed a quiet little melody, more to herself than to me.  It sounded almost like a lullaby.  I think I heard her giggle softly as, moaning softly, I ejaculated.  Within a minute or so I heard a soft sigh come from the other side of the curtain and I knew that Danielle had undergone the same humiliation.

Soon, Danielle and I were being assisted into a steamy sauna, followed by an ice cold shower, then immersed into a heavily perfumed, hot tub. Once we were bathed and rinsed, we were treated to a powdering, lotioning and perfuming that seemed to envelop us in a field of flowers. Very soon we were lying back on the tables, cotton pads covering our eyes, as we were given manicures, pedicures and green clay facials. My ears were also pierced for a third set of earrings.

Still wearing the facial cream we were escorted back to our dreaded window seats, dressed now in 3" heeled slippers, bikini swimsuits,and our ribboned turbans and pink robes.  There were about four onlookers standing outside grinning and pointing at us as we came back into view. Both Ms Katherine and Ms Lillian were waiting for us.

“My goodness Lillian!.  These girls should look all relaxed!”  Katherine said.  “But they don’t, do they? They look tired instead.   I wonder why?”

“I think I can guess” Lillian laughed.  “I’ll bet that these naughty girls Yvette and Carolyn have been playing with our little sissies.  Getting them all worked up.”

Katherine laughed.  “Yes, that’s probably it.  I think I’ll milk my little sissy Cheryl..  Get her revitalized.”  She crooked her finger at me. “Come over here darling.  Closer to the windows so’s the ladies outside can see better.”

She had a square of a silk fabric in her hand and what looked like a pair of panties.. I shrank back into my chair, shaking my head in a horrified denial.

“Cheryl!  Be a good girl!  Do as I tell you!” she commanded.

“ Don’t  Cheryl!  This is too much to ask, even of a sissy!”  Danielle exhorted me.

“Be quiet Danielle!  You’re going to be next!”  Carolyn snapped.

“Please Mistress Katherine.  Please don’t”  I pleaded, but the obedience I'd had instilled in me for weeks took over.  I got up from my chair, and starting to cry, heading towards her.

“Oh you silly little sissy!  I’m not a mistress!”  Katherine giggled.  “Just come on.  Over here, where the nice ladies can see what I’m doing to you.  There’s a good girl” she added as I reached her, and she pulled me into her embrace.  “But lets get you properly dressed for this” she laughed.  “Get these bikini panties off you”.  With that, she reached up under my robe and, getting hold of my panty waistband pulled them down for me to step out of.

Daintily, I did so – and the next thing was that she was opening up a pair of satin panties for me to step into.  I didn’t know what was going on, but put my feet into the openings and felt her pull my new undies up my legs.  I hadn’t looked at the new panties too closely, but all of a sudden thought I heard what sounded like tiny bells ringing down in that area.

The thickness of the glass muffled some of the sounds, but I heard many of the amused comments from the onlookers.  Most were in Swiss though, so I was happily ignorant of most of what was actually said as, the front of my robe open to the street, Katherine’s hand – and the silk square were slid through the opening and I was masturbated in public… She even had me make soft mooing sounds as she slowly caressed me to ejaculation.  Again I heard the sound of the tiny bells all of the time she was administering to me.

 “Now it’s your turn, sissy Danielle” I heard Lillian say.  This was followed by a sharp slap, and Danielle’s voice snapping   “Keep your hands to yourself!” At first I was confused, and then it dawned on me.  He had slapped Ms Lillian!

His rebellion was short lived however.  Ms Katherine immediately joined her friend in subjugating my friend – to the vast enjoyment of the growing number of women spectators.

Ms Lillian had been taken aback by Danielle’s slap but started laughing out loud as the two women easily overcame the ineffectual struggles of my weak sissy friend.  As Danielle finally slipped into Katherine’s embrace and caresses, Lillian left them and came over to the chair where I sat.

“I think that you should have come to help your friend, don’t you?  Aren’t you ashamed for not helping him?  Sitting here like a sissy coward”

I blushed.  She grinned widely and called over to her friend.  “Hold off a second Katherine, lets give our spectators a treat!”  Then, giggling and laughing, she pulled me out of my chair and then sat down again, pulling me down over her knees.  Squalling helplessly, I then had the back of my robe pulled up and was spanked severely on my bikini panties.  The women outside the window all applauded heartily at the sight of two sissies being manhandled simultaneously and weeping softly in concert, one being milked against his will, the other licking his legs oh so prettily as his backside was spanked.  Off to the side I could hear the sounds of tiny bells and Danielle mooing softly.  My own panty bells ring quite merrily with the severity of the spanking.

Later, after our faces had been washed and cooled, we were allowed to look at our gleamingnails. Mine looked gold or brown. A lady "monitor", seated near the window, and used to keep an eye on unattended sissies, let me know that my color was "Smoky Cinnamon" and that Danielle’s was, "Satiny Crimson."

"All the hair colors and cosmetics we use here are from the Ultra Priss Cosmetic Company. We just got in a whole new line we're trying out.  It's the Spicy Sissy Collection." the monitor remarked. She then told us we could read fashion magazines or talk, but we had to face the window so the people could see us. From time to time she would have one of us get up, mince close to the window, and smile and curtsy to the people watching us. They were still mostly ladies, though the total number had decreased since the physical activities had died down..

But all good things must come to an end, and very soon we were called through to the styling area. Our monitor directed us there and we were immediately taken to a sink to have the goop removed from our faces. Then we were ushered into a lounge area, where my Mistress and Madame Margot sat waiting.

Madame Margot welcomed both of us, an evil smile playing on her narrow lips.  “We’ve been hearing that you girls are becoming the main attraction in the window today?  You really must learn to curb these exhibitionistic tendencies Danielle.  You’ll be leading poor Cheryl astray!”

“You are very mean aunt!”  Danielle remonstrated quickly.  “I am not as you say.  I am being forced.. . . .”

“Danielle?  Do you want me to call for Miss Katherine again?  Have her restrain you?”  Margot interrupted.”

“No aunt.  Please don’t have me shamed any more,” Danielle capitulated, subjugation evident in his voice as he did so.

“Very good Danielle.  I’ll forgive you.  After all, you’ve had a very busy day.  Have you been enjoying those little things that girls – and little sissy boys love??”   The threat was deep in her voice.

Danielle knew what he had to do.  He curtsied and managed a travesty of a smile. “Oh yes aunt Margot.  I’ve had a wonderful time.  And I’m sure that Cheryl has as well.  Right Cheryl?”

I was well aware of what was required of me as well. Simpering, I curtsied and said “Oh YES!  It’s been a wonderful experience!”

 “Well, seeing you’re enjoying it so much?  We won’t take you with us.”  Mistress Christina said laughing.  “For the time being girls, Margot and I are going back to my house. We have had lunch, so are going to rest and maybe have a drink or two.  Then we’ll have a light supper, and then wait for your return.   After that?  We’ll have the two of you try on some gowns we've selected for you..  Have you any questions?”

Both Danielle and I looked at the ground and shook our heads.

 “Very well then!  Now be good little sissies and don’t be creating any more disturbances!." Mistress Christina said.  She and Madame Margot then came and kissed us, then left without saying another word. Before Miss Katherine, Miss Lillian and their able assistants started on our hair, Danielle and I  were served a light lunch of chilled shellfish, salad, and tea. We didn’t talk much, realizing that soon the crowning glory of our transformation would begin.

Once lunch was over, we were led to the special styling area. Our consultants told us that they were only responsible for giving us our cuts, perms, sets and comb outs.   Our hair color and make up was going to be done first by special 'colorists.'

These girls, Jeanette and Pamela, took Danielle and myself to their adjacent individual ‘cubes’ then removed our turbans.   Next came rich and thorough shampoos. Then they began to work in the specialized colors they had mixed for us.   Pamela called mine, 'Copper Sparkle.'
"It's gorgeous," she said. "Wait until I give you a sort of frosting and highlighting. If you are in a well lit room around a mirror, the lights will seem to dance off your hair.   I'm going to use a very generic, strawberry blonde for the frost/highlight stage. It will set off the brilliance of the coppery red, and make you look stunning."

She let the color set before giving me a crème rinse. Then she put a plastic cap with a lot of holes in it on me and began pulling hairs through the holes with a thing that looked like a crochet hook.  Again it was uncomfortable. Soon she had an amount of hairs pulled through, that satisfied her, then began applying the second color with a sort of paint brush.

I was told my hair had been conditioned during the massage with a hot, creamy, leave-on conditioner. It had only just been rinsed out during my shampoo. Finally she wrapped sections of my hair with foil, and escorted me to a dryer. Just about then, Danielle was also being seated under her drier alongside mine. "Fashion or Romance?" Miss Jeanette asked.

We both looked at her with obvious questioning glances.

"What type of magazine would you girls like? Fashion or Romance?"  she replied .

We both opted for romance, and much to our surprise, found that the magazines contained sissy bridal stories. These stories were entitled, "Loving Dommes", and "Satisfied Sissies".   Each was very good, we agreed later when we swapped notes.  It didn’t take me long to realize that we were now playing the same role of the sissies we had seen when we first entered the salon.  I didn’t say anything to Danielle though, realizing that I was actually quite comfortable in playing the part – and relishing the break from the girl’s attentions.
 

Our trip under the dryers ended, and we were given yet another cream rinse before our haircuts were begun by our original consultants. Miss Katherine then explained to me that we were being given so many heavily perfumed cream rinses in hopes of  toning down the smell of the perm solution.  In Danielle’s case it was needed even more, because of the large amount of jell and lacquer being used on her.
"We have this new apple scented spritz we use to counter act the affects of the lacquer", she stated.

She began to comb, section and trim my hair and when this was finally done she stepped back to let me get the full effect.  As I said earlier, we were seated on special, very high salon chairs. The booth was mirrored on three sides with a curtain in the middle. It wasn't being used at the time. There was also an unused curtain in  back.

The chairs were high enough, that I could see my full body, from my painted toes, to my titian topped head.  The platform around the chair made it so that the stylist was eye level with the top of my head. Instead of my raised position making me feel superior, it made me feel very helpless and vulnerable instead.

My hair had been bobbed, with full bangs. The length was such that it was not almost shoulder length at the sides of my face, and tapered shorter towards the rear, to about just off my collar. It was a perfect cutting. Katherine saw my pleasure, and turned me towards Danielle and Miss Lillian

Danielle's hair was a beautiful, Burnished Auburn, with burgundy highlights. It was just to the top of her shoulders, had full bangs, and framed her face perfectly. We smiled at each other, shamed I think, but becoming more and more content in our transformation.

Soon our hair was being wrapped with perm rods and papers. The ones being used on Danielle were of a darker color plastic then mine. Miss Katherine used small rods in the front and top and larger ones at my back and sides.  She rolled them really tight.  At least, I thought they were tight then.  But I was in for a really big surprise.

Soon she finished rolling me, and took a gauzy cotton wrap, put it behind my head, and pulled all of the rollers together really tightly. She then tied the cloth off in front of my head in a neat but very tight bow. Handing me a warm wash cloth, she had me tilt my had back, and instructed me to wipe any solution off, that might drip on my face. She then snipped the top off of a squeeze bottle of perm solution and began to saturate each rod and paper with this really smelly stuff.  When she had finished each rod, she used up the rest of the solution by moving the bottle in a circular motion and saturated my entire scalp.  Finally she wrapped up the entire soaked mess and got me under the dryer again.

The effect of the smelly solution had been to make the rods feel yet tighter, but this was nothing though compared to how tight they felt when the dryer heat came on.

The only thing I could do to keep my mind off the heady odor and the tightness off the perm rods was to go back to reading my romance magazine.  (There was this really neat story of this sort of country club, southern belle, trophy sissy housewife, named Prissy, who had her very own sissy maid, Beatrice Claire. They were really great friends, and the Mistress of the household let them do all kinds of stuff together. Movies, share clothes, do each others hair and nails etc. Of course the little belle's first responsibility was to the mistress, and the mistress would alternate, taking each of them to bed separately.  It was a little mixed up in the relationship aspects, but I thought it nice and sexy to read).

Once dried we got another cream rinse and then a similar application of neutralizer from another squeeze bottle. It didn't smell any better.

During this process we were made to take another series of trips to the window and again had to wave, curtsy, and smile for the viewers.

“Must keep your fans happy girls.  Let them see that you care!”  Ms Lillian sniggered, her English accent very noticeable.

This was short lived, however, and after yet another scented rinse, I was ready for my comb out, styling and make up.  Danielle was getting the same with a heavy duty gel set thrown in for good measure.

Our rods had been removed during our last cream and water rinse, and now our stylists were toweling us to a sort of damp tousled look.   Immediately this was finished, Miss Lillian began work a huge amount of pink setting gel into Danielle’s hair.  Then she began to set it on these rollers that looked like small soup cans.

I felt that my styling was going to be much more grown up, and was delighted at the prospect. Miss Katherine took a small amount of sculpting lotion on the tips of her fingers and worked in into the ends of my hair. Then she began to lightly fluff it with her hands. After a light spritzing, I was left with a gorgeous head of shiny, springy curls. To add some hotness, to my sexy appearance she took the hair on the left side and pulled it back to expose my ear. She pinned it in place with a ornate, jeweled, barrette.  “Just you wait until we put your make up and jewelry on!  See how pretty we’ve made you!" she smiled.  Then  "Let's get you dressed" she added.

Soon I was in the lounge area, again having some light fare, served to me by an obedient sissy maid. (I did think that her walk was very masculine though.  I’d have made her wear a bigger butt plug, I thought to myself.  But I thanked her graciously – like a real lady would).

Then back to the dressing room, where after I was naked, I was given my freshly laundered (hand washed by sissies), panties, bra, and hose. The wardrobe mistress, Lady Claudia, announced that my mistress wished to put my gaff on me later when I got home.  I was glad that I had not worn my butt plug to the salon.

After I'd stepped into my heels I automatically sashayed to the lacing bar. I might mention, that with a butt plug in, I minced, but without one, my walk was the sexy sashay of a runway model.

Soon I was being laced in tightly by the maid who had served me earlier.  She wasn’t very good – nowhere near as tight as Miss Brigitt – but I wasn’t about to complain!

Finally I stepped into my dress, and reached into my purse for my 2 sets of earrings and my charm bracelet. I got back to the styling station just in time to see that poor Danielle was still undergoing work on her hair.   At that point Miss Lillian was applying a foamy setting lotion and a full can of lacquer to Danielle’s tightly rolled hair.

Danielle’s eyes were tearing up from the effects of the spray and the complete humiliation of seeing me dressed prettily while she was still requiring attention.. Then she received a really healthy application of perfumed spritz and burst into tears. "Cheryl, I'm so sorry I made fun of your hair," she sobbed hysterically.  "Please tell your mistress I said that," she begged.

"I'll certainly mention it," I replied.  Of course I wouldn't dare to intercede on her behalf, but I wanted to make her feel better.

As Danielle was escorted towards the dryer, I was given a real surprise. In walked our mistresses.  Strangely enough, it was Ms. Margot who walked into MY styling area along with my colorist.  She then closed the curtain, and helped me into the chair.  Miss Pamela thenhelped me into a smock and then Mistress Margo asked her to pin up my skirts in front.

"I can put her gaff on easier, when you’re finished," she explained. "Here my child, let me put on these new ear rings I bought for you. Your new pierced holes look lonely."

I was shocked at this new degree of intimacy that seemed to have been formed between me and this awful woman, but had to agree that the jade ear rings were stunning.

“Thank you mistress”  I said gratefully.  “These are really pretty!”

She smiled and stepped back to let Pamela go on with my makeup.

After Miss Pamela put on my foundation,  she powdered it to give it a softer look. She then penciled in a pronounced arch to my nearly non existent eyebrows to give my eyes a very vacant "little girl lost" look.

Following this were mascara for my lashes and a colorful blend of pastels for my eye shadow and blush. While she outlined my lips with a dark brown shade she told Mistress Margot of the benefits of permanently tattooed make up. Mistress Margot sounded very interested.  At no time did she mention that she wasn't my mistress. At the same time, the women whom I believed to be my true – my REAL mistress, was comforting a whimpering Danielle, just before her descent under the dryer in the next cube.

I wasn't positive about this new turn of events, but had the sinking feeling that I would soon find out.  At the same time, the ministrations of Pamela were very soothing, very relaxing.  I settled back and enjoyed the feeling of being beautified.  Finally, my lips were coated with a lovely shade that Pamela told me was called Creamed Ginger Matte and I felt absolutely gorgeous.

Then Miss Pamela left and Mistress Margot went to the styling table and picked of a jar of scented cocoa butter cream. She sat next to me, slid my panties to my knees, and propped me up on a velvet pillow. Applying the cocoa butter to her fingers, she began to expertly manipulate my penis.   I wanted to complain.  Who had said that she had the right to do this to me?  I belonged to Madame Christina!  I said nothing, however, scared of this commanding woman.

She began whispering in my ear.  "Darling Cheryl, do you wonder why I am here with you, and Christina is with my niece? You may nod dear. I know that you’re speechless with happiness. Besides?   I don't want you to interrupt. Well sweetie, Christina has loaned you to me, because I'm lonely for a pretty sissy in my life, and it would not be proper for me to play games like this with my Danielle. After all, she and I, are related.   And you were so delightful that night a few weeks ago that I knew you would be happy with this new arrangement.”

She kissed my neck softly, then continued.  “In exchange of course, I have given Danielle to Christina as a companion.  So now that you two sissies  have been fully beautified, we have decided to take you both to the boutique where you and Danielle will model some pretty gowns.

Now, if you agree that you’re happy to be my little personal sissy, you may spurt your sissy cream. If you don't like our little trade, then you must not ejaculate.

Of course, If you refuse, we'll take you to the U.S consul  immediately.  You can tell them what a nightmare these past weeks have been.  How you have been mistreated. All the little sissy things you have been made to do.  We’ll even give you pictures of you sucking on your dildo lollipop – and that camcorder tape of you with the vibrator and dildo?  I’m sure that the U.S embassy will be shocked at what we’ve done to you.  May even want to prosecute that evil Christina and me?   What is your answer my pet?" she asked.

Her voice was very melodious and her soft hands were softly caressing my penis and testicles in a way that was driving me to distraction. My breathing was very labored at this point and I was very excited.

“I think that you want to spurt?  Is this true, my sweet little sissy?  Want to belong just to me?  Say yes – then ask my permission, and I’ll let you have release.”

“Yes mistress, I want to belong to you.  And please, may I come?”

“You do know that I can be very cruel?  That I get a great deal of pleasure from humiliating and hurting little sissies like you?”

“Yes Mistress Margot.  But that’s all right.  Please may I come?”

“Of course my dear, pretty little sissy.  Here, you may spurt into this little chiffon scarf I have in my hand.”

Although not as strong as the previous ones I had a shuddering climax, minus the tears. After all, I didn't want to mess up my make up. Mistress smiled and said.

"Yes that's lovely my dear, you agreed.  How wonderful! Come my lamb. We must put on your gaff, and get you together. We need to see how my nephew – my niece now -  has turned out."

Weakly, I laid back in her arms as she put the gaff on me, then allowed my skirts to fall back to their proper position, before leading me back to where Danielle and Madame Christina were.

Danielle’s hair had been unrolled and was now being teased, sprayed, twisted, jelled, bushed, combed, sectioned etc. When Miss Lillian finished she had created a high fashion bouffant do, that was called "The Annette", after the beach movie princess of the 60's.

One side was pinned back to show his now- jeweled ears.  The rest was totally Bouffant,, flipped up in back and was identical to the beach movie do's of that period.

Her make up was applied like mine except in darker shades to go with her hair and nails. Her lipstick was called Black Cherry Sherry according to Lillian.  Meek now, he allowed himself to be led away to the dressing room.  Some minutes later he returned with a much slimmer waist.

Instead of the clothes he had worn earlier, he was now attired like a preppy finishing school princess, with high heeled Mary Janes, white tights, a powder blue gabardine jumper with matching vest, and a high collared blouse with lace cuffs and front. His hair was topped off with a lace white bow in back to match.

Madame Christina linked her arm in his at the same time as my new mistress Madame Margot linked arms with me.

“Time for a visit to the boutique, girls” they said – and laughed in unison as they led us away.



End of Chapter 6

Swiss Miss Sissy, Chapter 5 of 6

No illustration this week because you don't deserve one.

rocketdave



Chapter Five



Cheryl has a plan – but it begins to look as if it may mis-fire – or should that be ‘miss-fire’?



As I entered  Mistress Christina’s bedroom I was immediately struck by her beauty once more.  She had let her hair down again and, as before, seemed all the more feminine.  I knew this to be just an outward manifestation though..  Internally, this lady was made of the finest Swiss steel  - and had a mind that matched the exactitude and precision of any  watch ever devised in that country.  She was sitting at a large antique desk, with what appeared to be some correspondence in front of her.  A balloon glass of brandy was at her side.  She took a sip from it, her eyes glittering like diamonds as I moved towards her.

"What took my little bride so long?  I've been waiting and waiting  for you,"  she said, pointing to another glass with a brandy already poured.

I stood stock still for a moment, amazed at this woman's insight.

"I had thought to surprise you mistress," I said, taking my nightgown at each side and dropping a curtsey.

She laughed. "Of all the sissy maids I ever have had, you amuse me more than any other."

"May I ask why Madam?"  I asked pertly, somewhat offended by being reminded that I was not the only sissy maid she'd ever had, and somewhat by the fact that she found me 'amusing' when I had come to her bedroom in a very serious frame of mind – along with a plan!

"Come here girl!" she said firmly, pointing to an area on the floor just in front of her chair.  Chastened by her tone, I walked slowly over to where she pointed.

"Now listen to me child.  Tonight you are going to be my bride.  I will relax with you – and you will relax with me.  But your tone of voice there came very close to insolence.  That I will not tolerate!  Do you understand me?"

Again chastened by this powerful woman, I curtsied instinctively.  "I am truly sorry Ma'am.  I will not speak in such a manner again.  I most humbly apologize."

"That's better my little frau.  But a few things to keep in mind.  Tonight?  I am going to be the man in your bed.  Yes?"

Shyly, blushing, I looked at the floor and nodded.

"Good!  But wives do not curtsey to their husbands.  So from now on, for the rest of this night, you will not curtsey to me again.  I free you from this. Now I am going to be busy for a few minutes with some business that I do not wish to leave undone.  Why don't you go over and sit at my dressing table while I am doing these things.  You smell adorable, so you do not need any more perfume – but why don't you take a minute to touch up your hair?  I just love to see little sissy boys sitting in front of a mirror and being sweet and girlish."

I went and sat at the mirror, and spent the next few minutes doing as she had suggested.  Touched up my hair lightly with a comb.  Carefully, went over my eyebrows with a pencil.  Re-did the bows of my peignoir and checked my lipstick.  I knew she was pleased with what I was doing as I managed to sneak some glances at her and found her watching me, smiling at my feminine antics, while she continued reading and signing documents.

To tell the truth, I got so engrossed in making myself prettier that I must have forgotten she was there at all. I actually jumped a little when I felt her hand fall softly on my shoulder and saw her reflection in the mirror, standing at my back, looking down at me.  She inserted a finger between my neck and the collar of the negligee .

"Mmmm" she sighed, slowly exhaling.  "How soft you are.  How nice your hair  smells.  How pretty you are.  Are your lips still waiting for mine?"

As she spoke, I felt the ribbon tie at my peignoir collar be untied and now her hand was slowly sliding down to land on my breast.

I sighed myself, and bent my head backwards, looking up at her.  She leaned over and kissed me gently, her tongue making tiny contact with my lips, edging into my mouth, just a little way.

Both of her hands were now sliding down inside the front of my peignoir, now under the sleeve areas, pushing the garment down and off my shoulders.  I could feel it sliding down, off my arms.  She was whispering soft, soothing, sounds in my ears.  I couldn't make out any distinct words – she could have been muttering Swiss endearments for all I knew.  For some reason, I kept rolling my head in a circular motion as her mouth started kissing the area where my neck joins my shoulders, and giving me tiny bites there as she did so.

The bench where I sat had no back, and as I was leaning further and further backwards into her arms, it was no great surprise when I knew that she was lifting me, my  flimsy negligee falling to the floor.  One of my velvet slippers fell off as she was carrying me towards the bed.  I waved my right arm weakly.

She stopped.  "What is the matter liebchen?"

"My slipper, darling.  I lost it."  I whispered.

She released a little gurgle of laughter.  "You won't be needing any slippers for a while dear."  she said.  With that, she laid me down on the bed.  Tenderly, took my other slipper off my foot.  Kissed my toes. "That feel better, my little Schatze?  More 'balanced' now?"

"Oh my, yes!"  I said appreciatively, and held both of my arms out towards her.

"Not just yet.  Hold still a minute."  She told me  "What is that English saying?  Hold your horses?"

I nodded, mute as she pulled pillows from the top of the bed and, lifting me up, positioned them at the back so that I was propped up somewhat.  She then went a bedside table and opened up a leather container.  Pondered the contents a minute, then made a selection.   Went to desk where she'd been sitting and brought the two brandy glasses over and put on them on the same bedside table.

Then, I noticed what she's selected from the case – another dildo.  Exactly the same as "my" lollipop only somewhat bigger I thought.  She dipped the end of it in the brandy, then came to me.  "Open up those pretty red lips Cheryl darling.  Look what Mistress has got for you!  Smile now!"

It was hard for me, but I tried to smile as best I could as gently pushed the tip into my mouth.  I don't particularly care for brandy but it did help make the thing a bit more palatable.

"Push it in yourself dear – but don't make yourself uncomfortable."  I was told.  With that, she took her hand away and lifted mine up to hold it.   I pushed it in about two more inches, then looked up at her enquiringly."

She nodded. "Comfy dear?"

I nodded.

"Fine!" she said happily.  "I have to get something.  So just suck on your new lollipop for a minute.  Okay darling?"

Sucking hard, I watched her go to a dresser.  She opened a drawer and took out a wand type thing.  She then opened up a part of it and took out some batteries and replaced them.   I heard a vague humming noise, then it stopped as she appeared to switch it off on her way back to the bed.

She put the thing, whatever it was, on top of the bed, then using one hand, took hold of my ankles and lifted them up off the bed.  Then she used the other hand to lift the skirts of my nightdress and shove them up almost all the way to my waist.  Now, still using the one hand, she gently tugged at my panties until they were down below my knees all the way down to my ankles, then off.  She then let my legs back down on to the bed, but proceeded to bend them at the knees until I was now sitting semi-upright, my legs gaping apart and my  groin easily visible.

In a kind of terror, I shut my eyes. I heard the quiet humming noise again and felt my mistress come closer to me.  Seconds later, I felt the touch of something against my anus.

"Relax darling.  Just relax.  It won't hurt if you just relax," she said.

I tried to plead with her, but it just came out a mumble and, before I could think of anything else, the wand had penetrated me!  Just a half inch or so, but there was a vibration to it – a sort of mild reciprocating movement – in out , in out, in out – very rapidly with a 'stroke that couldn't have exceeded a quarter inch.  I took a deep breath and relaxed.  It moved further inside me.

"Good Cheryl!  That's a girl, just a little bit more – there!"

As I slowly surrendered, the wand kept working its way upwards.  I was very uncomfortable to begin with, but gradually found out that, as I relaxed, it became a sort of thrilling vibration inside me. I started to feel my eyes rolling in my head.  The mistress sensed this.

"Very GOOD Cheryl!  Here, take the vibrator in one of your hands.  That's a girl!  Now, nice and slowly, start moving it in and out.  Very good! "

Now her hand moved up to the one of mine that was holding the dildo and covered it.  Started moving it in and out in conjunction with the hand that held the wand.

"Now keep doing that, just like that when I take my hand away.  All right?" she said.

I nodded both my right and left hands in synchronized moves pushing things in and out of my body orifices.

She stood back and watched me, smiling.  Then she clapped her hands happily.  "Just a little while more Cheryl.  Mistress wants to do something, so keep it up – just like that!  Don't be losing control and coming now!  I'll be very upset if you do!"

My hands working like those of a robot, I watched as she went to her closet and slid the door open.  In a sense full of dull horror, I watched her take out a tripod with a cam-corder camera mounted on it.  She moved it back into the room, opened up the tripod legs and set the camera, pointing it in my direction.  Checked the focus, smiled.  I saw the little red light come on that indicated it was now recording.

"Just as pretty as a picture Cheryl!  Suck your lollipop a little harder, would you please?  And would you splay your legs a little wider dear?    Give the camera a good view of what you're doing down there!  Yes!  That's a girl!   Move both hands a little faster please?  Wonderful!"

She ran the camera for a few more minutes.  Then stopped it.  I started slowing down my arm movements.

"Did I give you permission to slow down, you naughty girl?" she admonished me.

I shook my head dumbly and started speeding up the 'stroke count' again.

"Yes.  That's more like it.  Now I want you to listen to me.  I've stopped the camera because I want you to understand what I want you to do – and not record what I'm telling you.  Understand?"

I didn't but did not want to chance upsetting her, so nodded.



"I'm going to turn the camera on and interview you."  She smiled.  "Just as if you were my own little starlet.  The only thing is, I want you to be scrupulously honest.  Understand?"

I nodded.

And?  When you answer?  You are allowed to take your lollipop out of your mouth, but as soon as you've finished speaking , I want it back in there – quickly!  Just as if you were really hungry for it.  Think you can do that?  Understand?"

I nodded.

"Silly little sissy maid!  You can talk now – so let us have a little practice.  Do you understand what I have told you?"

I removed the dildo. "Yes mistress" I said, and hurriedly put it back in my mouth and re-commenced sucking.

She nodded.  "Quite good Cheryl.  But when you answer my questions?  I want you to smile.  Look happy!  And try to project just how hungry you are to get your toy back into your mouth where it belongs.  Look relieved – as if you were a hungry baby getting it's mother's teat in it's mouth.  Want to try again?"

Again, I removed the dildo and smiled broadly. "Oh yes mistress!" then put the thing back in my mouth, trying as hard as I could to smile with my eyes.

"Very good!  My, you do make a smart little actress.  I can't wait until the next time my group plays Charades.  But I'm turning the camera on again.  Start these hands going again Cheryl!"

I saw the recording light go on again and did as she had instructed.

"Miss?  What is your name and occupation?" she asked first.

I was confused for a split second, but took the toy out.  "My name is Cheryl.  I'm a maid."

"But you don't look altogether like a girl.  Are you a sissy?"

"Yes mistress.  I'm a sissy maid."

"You enjoy doing a woman's work?  Dressing like a woman?  Acting like one?"

"Yes mistress."

"Right now?  Are you enjoying what you are doing?  Playing with yourself, using toys that only women use to satisfy their urges?"

I remembered what she'd about being honest. "Well, not really mistress. . ."

She quickly turned the camera off.  "Didn't I tell you to tell the truth?  Didn't I?"

“Yes Mistress - that’s why I said what...”

“I’m going to start the camera again.  So make absolutely SURE that you answer all the questions truthfully.  Okay, start playing with your toys again please.”

I started moving the dildo and vibrator into my orifices again, and she turned the camera on.

“You look like you’re enjoying your toy dildo. Playing with it like women do.   Is that true Cheryl?”

I took it from my mouth and smiled widely. “Oh yes mistress! Thank you so very much for giving it to me.”  Hurriedly, I pushed it back into my mouth, and started sucking voraciously on it.

She nodded approvingly.  “That’s a very pretty nightgown Cheryl.  Do you like it?  Think it makes you look pretty?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“But it’s white.  Did you know that that color signifies virginity?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?”

I nodded my head up and down, blushing.

“Did you put your pretty nightgown on by yourself Cheryl?  Without anyone forcing you to put it on?”

I removed the dildo from my mouth.  “Yes mistress.  All by myself.”  and started to put it back in my mouth again.  She held up her hand and stopped me.

“Then you came and knocked on my door.  Didn’t you?”

“Yes mistress”

“Then, while I was doing my correspondence you sat at the dressing table and made yourself pretty for me?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You know what I’m going to do to you?  Make you act the woman’s part in lovemaking?  Put that dildo inside you?  Where you have your vibrator just now?”

I was so scared that I couldn’t speak.  All I could do was nod at each and every question she was asking.

“This what you want me to do to you, my darling little sissy maid?  Tell the truth now!”

“Yes mistress.”  I whispered.

“A little louder, my wife to be.  Please?”

I repeated myself, louder this time.  She smiled radiantly, checked the camera to ensure it was locked in place.  Then she came and sat on the bed beside me, faced into the camera and spoke.

“Cheryl is probably one of the nicest sissy maids I have ever had,  She was given to me as a present by my three wonderful daughters just a few days ago.  Without any previous experience she has shown a marvelous aptitude for being an obedient sissy maid.  She has come to my bedroom tonight voluntarily, wearing what is the closest thing she has to a wedding gown.”

(I have seen the tape of what followed a number of times, and will never overcome the sense of shame as my mistress then proceeded to turn me into her woman.)

First of all, she warned me not to stop what I was doing with my hands.  She then slid me, still on my back over to the side of the bed, so that I was now lying at right angles to my original position, repositioning the pillows until I was semi-upright once more..  “Don’t want to hide your pretty face when I mount you,” she said  “Want the camera to catch all of your happiness.  Turn your head now.  Smile nicely for the camera now.”

As I followed her instructions, she took a hold of my hand that held the dildo and moved it away and down, positioning it to where I now held the vibrator in both hands.  Smiling gently down on me, she took the dildo in her own hand, then removed it gently from my mouth.  Still looking at me, she took the thing out of my sight and did some adjustments where I couldn’t see.

Then she came to the side of me that was farthest away from the camera, and started caressing my breasts.  Soft, gentle caresses from her hands, then her mouth coming over and kissing my ear.  I let out a small moan and instinctively raised my hand to caress her in return.  She simply murmured “No, Cheryl”   And put my hand back down on the vibrator again.

Her kisses became more demanding, and the caresses a little stronger. My mind was in a turmoil, the vibrations seeming to be the center of my whole being, while, at the same time,  her hands and lips demanded my attention be given to where they were working on me.  And now her lips were forcing onto mine, and her firm tongue poked its way deep into my mouth.  Her hand slid in between my legs and took over control of the vibrator, nudging my hands to the side as she did so.

I sighed a little sigh and wrapped my arms up and around her neck when she moved silkily in between my widened thighs.  For a second, I was aghast at the sight of a decided ‘bulge’ at the front of my lady when I caught a glimpse of her moving into the ‘center’ of operations so to speak, but lost all semblance of rationality seconds later..

“Lift my nightdress dear.”  She whispered softly in my ear after a while.  “See what Mistress Christina has for her sweet little Cheryl.”

As I followed her instructions obediently, she was using her hands, now at my shoulders, to bring me further down the bed, closer to the edge.  Then a hand was at my anus, magically coated with something smooth  feeling, and I knew I was being lubricated.

Minutes later, she took me the way a man takes a maid.  What can I say?  I acted, no differently from any other girl who is in two minds as to giving up her virginity – squealing and weeping with fright at one moment, demanding passionately the next.

I shuddered one second, thrust the next – squealed, whimpered, cried, laughed. I felt a true spasm of honest shame when I felt a condom being fitted to me – how DARE a woman think that I would be sexually aroused enough to ejaculate at being treated the way I was?  But I did.

To make things worse?  In the middle of the night I wound myself into and around the woman who had taken me.  Pleaded girlishly for more!  Kissed, sucked, whispered and tongued – until she made me a woman again.  I was acting, but determined to make this woman want me – to lose any feelings she had for my competitor or her affections – Danielle!

I wakened to see her strong face looking down on me.

“Maid Cheryl?  It’s morning!  Time to do your morning chores.  Up girl!  Face the morning!  Miss Brigitt will be here soon.  Get you going on your corset training again.  I have been most lax with you. She’ll give me trouble for spoiling you!  Up now!”

Stultified with sleep, I slid out of bed, then realized just how sore I was when I bent to pick up my panties and peignoir from the floor where they had fallen.  Quickly, I slid the panties on and up into position, then put the peignoir on, very conscious of Mistress Christina’s eyes focused on me.  As daintily as I could, I slid my feet into my slippers. As I did so, she spoke to me.

“Cheryl?  Come here girl.”  And pointed to the side of the bed beside her.

My nightwear floating around me, I blushed and went to where she pointed.

“You’re my maid again dear.  I expect you to curtsey me when I speak to you,”  she said, but gently.

I blushed at the reprimand, but curtsied prettily .  “I’m sorry mistress”  I said.

She nodded.  “That’s all right dear. Don’t forget again.  If you do?  I’ll notify Madame Directrice.”  She paused and smiled .  “ But you won’t make that mistake again will you?  You’re such a clever little thing!  SUCH a good girl!”

The question was obviously rhetorical, so I simply shook my head and curtsied again.

“You were surprisingly good in bed last night.  I was very pleased with your performance.  At the same time?  I want you to understand that you are not to come to my bed chamber again without my specific invitation.”

My shock and hurt must have been immediately obvious.  She continued in a more kindly tone.  “Yes, I know I had told you to come – but that was to ensure that you were willing to give up your virginity.  Now that you have?  You’re just my little sissy maid again – available for sex when I wish it – not when YOU feel in the mood.  Understand?”

Totally humiliated at the amused condescension she was addressing me with, I nodded.

“Good.  Now when you get downstairs?  I want you to notify Mistress Directrice that you didn’t curtsey me when I spoke – even after I’d warned you.  You won’t forget, will you?”

“Oh no mistress!  Please mistress?  I’m sorry!  Please mistress!”  I was babbling and bobbing, curtseying and wringing my hands, all at the same time.  She eyed me coldly and waved her hand in dismissal.  Almost in tears with fright at my upcoming punishment from Madame Directrice, I curtseyed once more and left the room.

I knocked on Madame Directrice’s door and was told to enter.  Before she spanked me, she had me help her to dress.  She was a fine figure of a woman, extremely well formed and had beautiful skin.  She didn’t make a big fuss about putting me over her knees, Just sat on a chair once she was ready, and pointed to her lap.  Meekly I arranged myself over her knees.

She lifted the hems of my peignoir and nightgown and spanked me on my panties.

“You don’t have to pretend that you like this,” she said  beforehand  “so you don’t need to squeal and kick your legs if you don’t want to.  This is NOT for my sexual pleasure, so you can be as natural as you like.”

I was very natural.  Wept, writhed, squealed, moaned, pleaded, kicked prettily – and not so prettily. She must have spanked me at least a dozen or more times.  Used only her hand, but how my backside stung.

My punishment was curtailed by help from an unexpected source.

“Stop that womanish squalling.  Now!”  Madame Directrice ordered, then called out.  “Is that someone at my door?”

“Yes Esther.  It’s me.  Brigitt.  May I come in?”

“Certainly my dear.  Please do.”

From my prone position, I couldn’t see, but heard the door open and Miss Brigitt come into the room.

“Aha!  Little Cheryl being naughty again?”  she asked.  Then, in a changed voice before Madame Directrice could answer.  “White nightgown?  White negligee?  Does that signify what I think?  And, was she found wanting in that regards?”

Madame Directrice laughed. “Yes, our little Cheryl was a bride last night.  And from the lack of any other comments from Christina?  It would appear that our little virgin was very satisfactory.  I’m imagining that she just started trying to take advantage of her new position.  Was disrespectful.  I’m just in the process of reminding her of how to behave properly.”

 “Don’t let me stop you.”  Brigitt laughed.  “I truly love to hear little sissies squealing.”

“No.  I’m finished with her.”  Madame Directrice said. “If you’re here to take over her corset training?  She’s all yours.”

I sensed Miss Brigitt approaching my chair, but wasn’t ready for the cruel pincer-like grab on my ear. “Come ON sissy!  Can’t be lollygagging around here all day!  You’ll be needed to serve breakfast in a little while!  UP!”

And, squealing and weeping again, I was pulled to my feet and led out into the hallway and down into my own room.  There, Miss Brigitt settled down into one of my chairs and pointed to one directly across from her.  She had a cruel smile on her face.  “Sit there Cheryl.  Lets have a little girl talk, shall we?”

Nervously I sat where she pointed, wincing a little at the pain in my backside. I rubbed my sore ear with my fingers – very gently.  With my other hand, I carefully arranged my nightgown and peignoir to look as attractive as possible.  Brigitt nodded approvingly.

“Like being Mutter’s girl? Was she gentle with you?  Treat you like a lady?  Come on.  Tell me all about it.  Don’t leave anything out!”

And, blushing and stammering, I admitted how I’d dressed all on my own, and presented myself to her mother.  How I’d primped at the table.  How I’d been ‘interviewed’  How I’d been ‘de-flowered’.  How I’d initiated sex during the night.  Why I’d been sent down for punishment my Madame Directrice.

Her eyes got a peculiar shine to them as I explained what had transpired and, about half way through my narrative, she got up from the chair and started walking around my room, searching for something, waving her hand at me to make sure I continued talking.

Like a rabbit hypnotized by a snake, I kept describing the events of the night as she found my little handbag and pulled out my ‘lollipop’.  Holding it in one hand, she came to my chair and, held out her other hand invitingly to me.

Frightened, I took it, and she pulled me upright and back to where she’d sat.  Then she lowered herself back into the chair and positioned me on her lap, kissing me hard on the mouth every so often, caressing my breasts with one hand, and very slowly, working the dildo up under my night clothes and into my anus.  Very gently.

Practically transfixed with fear, I stammered on with my story as the dildo was worked, still gently, in and out of my body.  Helplessly I was pulled further and further back into her arms, finally lying almost flat on my back, my legs raised, as she manhandled me.

“I think you’re ready for me.  Are you Cheryl?” she whispered mockingly.  “Going to be Brigitt’s girl now?”

“Please mistress?  Please No!”  I wept.

“You’re just being a silly girl Cheryl.  Here.  Help me get ready.  Up now!”

Despite my rears and entreaties, she made me kneel in front of her and lift her skirt.  Under it, she wore a peculiar harness type of thing.  To my everlasting shame, I was forced to insert the dildo into it.  Weeping the way I was, I couldn’t see too well and she impatiently shoved my hands out of the way and made the final adjustments herself.

It stood out from her body, like a man’s, her skirt draped around it.   She then made me stand up and pulled me into her arms, then undulate my groin against hers like a woman in heat.  Laughing now, she pushed me over to my bed, then made me kneel on top of it, My backside pointing over the edge. My nightgown and negligee were pushed up out of the way, her arms encircled me from the back – and she started to enter me,  ignoring my squealed protests.

Just as she did, a knock came to the door.  “Brigitt?  May I talk to you a moment please?”  It was Mistress Directrice.

“I’m busy Esther!” Brigitt snarled. “Can’t you tell?”

“I’m terribly sorry dear.  But please let me interrupt?”

“Okay!  Dammit!  Come in!”

And, still kneeling, still impaled by the ivory shaft worn by the woman behind me,  I was kept in the submissive position while Madame Directrice entered.  Her eyes barely flickered in my direction, but no emotion of any kind showed on her face as she began to describe why she had interrupted my newest humiliation.



End of Chapter five

Swiss Miss Sissy, Chapter 4 of 6

                                                      Chapter 4 :



  Cheryl spends her first evening as a coquette.  



I awoke with a start, almost falling off the sofa, but managed to put a hand down to the floor to save myself.  Dazed with sleep, I was in that position when a light knock came to the door and Ingrid appeared.  She smiled nicely at me.  "Awake already?  And what a strange position.  Did you sleep that way?"

I grinned sheepishly, trying to gather the strength to push myself back onto the sofa  "No Miss Ingrid.  But I seem to be stuck."

"You ARE a weak little thing, aren't you?" she said.  "Here,  let me help you."

With that she came and kneeled beside me, then wrapped her arms about my shoulders and lifted me back up on the sofa.  "My!  You feel so nice and soft and feminine." She said, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.  I gave a small sleepy sigh then twined my arms around her neck and kissed her back.

"And sexy as well!"  she laughed, disengaging my arms.  "Well, you'll get plenty of chances to be sexy tonight.  Lets get your makeup and dress on.  Going to make you all nice and pretty for Mutter and her guests.  But go and wash your face first while I look out your clothes for the evening.  We've got a lot to do Cheryl."  With that, she stood up, took a hold of my hands and tugged me upwards.

It took her almost two hours before she was satisfied.  Mortified, I stood in front of her.  She had kept on giggling while she attended to my makeup and clothes.  My reflection in my mirror showed all too clearly the reason for her laughter.

I wore a sparkling, short satin dress, heavily ruffled at the décolletage, with  puffed elasticized sleeves that closed about my arms, just above the biceps.  I had the most frivolous excuse for an apron I had ever seen – extremely frilly – red and white and tied at the back with a huge bow.

Underneath the skirt of the dress was a multi-layered petticoat of tulle, taffeta,  and organza layers.  The only thing was that the layers were almost completely horizontal, leaving my panties exposed with almost every step I took.  They were heavily frilled pink panties – with an extremely unusual design.  My genitals projected through a slit in the front of the panties and, just in case anyone could miss it?  I had a  scarlet satin ribbon tied in an ornate bow around them.

I wore a bra that pushed my breasts up, and practically out of the dress.  A short bustier in hot pink, that supported them even further while exerting a force to keep my tummy in.  Thigh-high stockings in a pinkish white completed my underwear.

Around my neck I wore a ribbon choker that matched the one around my privates.  My hair had been brushed in an upsweep of tight little curls and topped with a ruffled maid's cap to match my petticoats.  On my feet, pink, four inch high heeled shoes. In my ears,  I wore cheap plastic earrings consisting of what seemed to be a multitude of miniature pink, red, and white plates that rattled and clattered at the slightest movement of my head.  A series of matching cheap plastic bracelets adorned my wrists.  A gold slave bracelet hung around my ankle.

But it wasn't only the clothes that humiliated me – it was the makeup as well.  Wet, scarlet, lipstick.  Highly rouged cheeks, sharply defined arching eyebrows.  False, thick, jet black eyelashes with a huge curl, blue eyeshadow with some sparkle added to it.  False, crimson, fingernails extending a half inch beyond the tips of my fingers.  Perfume – a nice one, but far too much of it, surrounded me in a cloud of flowery scent.

Ingrid clapped her hands delightedly like a little girl.   "Oh, what a pretty coquette you're going to be!  Mutter will be SO happy!  Now let's start working on how you will behave tonight."

 She told me that there would be two guests coming to have a light dinner, and then to spend the evening.  She would not tell me who they were exceptthat I would be told to focus all my attention on only one of them.  I was to flirt, tease, and act outrageously towards that particular guest.  Naturally, I would be required to behave with propriety towards Madame Christina, Madame Directrice and the other guest, but my total task for the evening was to 'worship' the guest I was assigned to.



Ingrid warned me.  "I've taken the liberty of removing your butt plug because, quite frankly, I don't see you being able to walk as freely as I want you to if you are wearing it.  At the same time?  If you forget how you've been walking for this last day or so?  You will be taken back to your room, and another bigger one will be inserted.  Do you think you can remember to walk properly, like a sissy maid should?"

"Oh yes, Miss Ingrid.  I'll do my best not to make you ashamed of me."

"That's a good girl." She said, patting me on the cheek.  Now come and learn some of the things I wish you to do.  I must say, you look the part of a  coquette.  Now all you have to do is learn to act like one."

I didn't know what a coquette was, though the  clothes I was wearing  were giving me a clue.  I soon got a much better idea though.  In the States we'd call a girl who acted like that a 'cock-tease' or, if you wanted to be polite, a 'sex kitten'.

I had to flounce when I walked, and make sure that  my petticoats moved up and down to provide 'tantalizing' views of my ribboned privates while my hips had to show a decided sway.  If talking, I had to use my hands to accentuate what I was saying, with feminine 'breaks' in my wrists.  I had to 'fluff' the back of my hairdo on a regular basis.  I had to bat my eyelashes regularly.  I had to open my mouth and moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue seductively, while looking at someone directly in the eyes.  I had to smile.  I had to squeal.  If  I was to be spanked, I had to squeal and kick my legs prettily.  If I had to bend over, I had to bend from the waist, keeping my legs together and allowing my petticoats and dress to tilt up at the back..

The noise my clothes made when moving was incredible.  The taffeta swishing, the earrings and bracelets clacking away seemed so loud, that I couldn't hear myself think.  Gradually, however, I got used to it.

Miss Ingrid laughed and laughed as she put me through my paces.  This did not mean, however, that I had to take my lessons lightly.  At one time, she thought I wasn't listening closely enough and made me get over her knees for three smacks with a hairbrush.  It didn't take but one for me to realize that I didn't want to get her upset again.  Thereafter, I hung on every word she said.  She noticed this change in my attitude and laughed.  "Think I hit hard?  You better hope that Madame Directrice doesn't spank you sometime.  I remember one sissy maid of Mutter's who cried and cried after one of her spankings.  Was scared to sit down for two whole days!"

I was frightened when I discovered that Miss Ingrid was not staying for dinner.  She saw my fear.  "Don't worry Cheryl.  Frau Seiler has set up a buffet dinner in the Dining room.  Everyone, even you, will be serving themselves.  You will not be required to perform as a maid too much tonight.  Answer the door when the guests arrive, serve drinks, that kind of thing.  Maybe help clear the dishes from the kitchen – but don't do that unless Mutter tells you to.  And remember!  Make yourself very attractive to the older of the two guests!  It's important!"

Something had been weighing on my mind.  I was terrified to ask, but knew that I would be totally incompetent without knowing.  I plucked up what little courage I had.

"Miss Ingrid?  Please tell me that it's not going to be a man!"

She looked at me, horrified.  "What ever put that stupid idea in your silly little head!  No, it is not a man!  That much I will tell you!"

I let out a sigh of relief.  "But what do I do if she doesn't like me?"

"She'd better like you!  It will be considered your fault if she doesn't!" Ingrid said ominously.

She came and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "But don't worry Cheryl.  You'll be fine – just as long as you act the way I showed you!.  Let's go.  I think I hear Esther."

Madame Directrice couldn't hide a smile when she saw me flounce down the hallway towards her.  She motioned for me to stop, and turn around while she inspected me.

"She certainly looks different Miss Ingrid,"  she said,  "You've performed miracles in a very short time.  Come here Cheryl.  Inspection time."

Blushing, I stepped forward and lifted the front edge of my skirt and petticoats.

"A little higher girl!" she snapped quietly. "Expect me to bend over?"

Blushing an even deeper shade of red, I obeyed her.

She grinned when she saw the ribbon.  "That's a pretty bow Cheryl.  Tie it yourself?"

"Yes Mistress." I said, dropping my dress and curtseying.

"It took her quite a few tries before she could learn to do it correctly."  Ingrid said laughing.  "But I must run.  Give Mutter a kiss for me Esther.  Tell her I'm sorry I couldn't stay for the fun but I have a date with some girlfriends of mine.  Goodnight.  And Cheryl?  Behave properly now!"  With that admonition, she came and gave me a quick kiss, then hurried out of the house.

Madame Directrice tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hurry up to Madame's room.  See if she needs you to help her dress.  Hurry girl!"

I curtseyed then started to obey, only to see Madame approach the top of the stairs, and start to descend.  As always, I was struck by her regal bearing and erect carriage.  She wore a long skirt of deep blue silk, a slit going almost up to her thigh, and a beaded white top of some shimmering material.  Her hair was swept up and coiled, topped with an airy, diamond tiara.  Long, sparkling diamond earrings emphasized the lean, aristocratic features.

"You are very beautiful this evening Madame."  I said sincerely, dropping a deep curtsey.
  
She accepted my homage with a nod, but then smiled widely.

"Isn't she the sweetest little confection Esther?  All pink and white – with a little bit of scarlet for spice.  Good enough to eat?  Notice I'm calling her "she" now?"

"Yes Christina."  Madame Directrice replied.  "I was wondering about that.  Has she been…" she paused before continuing..  "Indoctrinated into the ranks of women?"

Madame had reached the bottom of the stairs.  She walked directly to me, staring me in the eyes the whole time.  "No Esther." She said  "But it won't be long now, will it, my little sweetmeat?"

Then she lifted the front of my dress.  Laughed a little.

"Would you look at that Esther.  All gift wrapped.  What a lovely present!"  Then she chuckled.  "Though it's the other end of this present I intend to open first!"
  
Just as she finished speaking, a knock came to the door.

"That will be our company for the evening Cheryl.  You have been instructed to make yourself attractive to…? " she paused and smiled.

"Yes Madame Christina."  I said, still beet red from her previous comment.

"Very well then!  Go and answer the door!  Welcome our company – and your very special friend for the evening!"

I went and opened the door.  A young lady stood there in the light, with someone I couldn't see too well in the darkness behind her.

And then I realized.  It wasn't a young lady at all.  It was Daniel!  But a changed version.

He had been feminine the first night I'd seen him, but the initial impression he'd given was of  at least 'some' masculinity.  Now he was different.  He wore a long skirt of lustrous black velvet.  A sheer white blouse adorned his upper half, clearly showing the lacy bra and camisole underneath.  There was also a swelling in that area indicating that 'something' was filling his bra cups. He held a black evening stole around his shoulders, and I saw the pink fingernails on his manicured hands.  A tiny foot, encased in a high heeled velvet slipper showed under his skirts, and a gleam of nylon at his instep showed that he was wearing stockings.  That he wore lipstick, blush, and mascara was immediately apparent.

He looked down his nose at me.  "What a ridiculous looking thing you are!  Have you no shame?" he drawled with contempt.

Blushing with repressed fury, I managed to restrain it.

"I'm sorry Miss Danielle," I answered pointedly, while I curtseyed prettily.  "If my appearance offends you."

"I'm not a Miss, you stupid sissy… " he started angrily.

"Girls!  Girls!  Behave!"  I heard Mistress Rosenberg say.  "Behave!  Both of you!.  Danielle?  Haven't you learned to be pleasant to servants yet?  The little sissy is only doing what he has been told to do."
  
As she spoke, Madame Christina had advanced  on Mistress Rosenberg, and hugged her in greeting.  She then approached Daniel.  "My!  How precious you look tonight Daniel.  That blouse is truly lovely.  Why don't you give your stole to Cheryl?   Come in to the house."

She linked her arm in his possessively, and steered him towards the living room.

At that point, I was suddenly filled with fear.  For some reason, I had been thinking that Mistress Rosenberg and her nephew had just dropped by.  Now, it was obvious that   they    were the expected guests for the evening – and I had been ordered to tease and flirt with his aunt!  I was terrified as both guests entered.  Heart beating furiously, I took Danielle's stole and purse along with Mistress Rosenberg's and,  after curtseying, flounced away to store them in the hall closet.

When I rejoined them, Madame Directrice was in the process of pouring drinks.  "Ah!  There you are Cheryl.  Would you serve those drinks for me please?  This for Madame Rosenberg.  That for Daniel.  And?  What would you like?.  I think a 'Shirley Temple'  might be appropriate?"

"Oh yes ma'am.  That would be lovely!"  I replied then, remembering the trouble I had generated by serving Mistress Rosenberg last before, made it a point to serve her drink first – also remembering to flounce my petticoats while I walked – though I did forget to sway my hips for the first few steps.

As I approached her, I could see the way her eyes smoldered as she looked at me.  A nasty smile, curled the corners of her lips.  I stopped in front of her and leaned forward, offering her drink on the tray.  She reached forward but, instead of taking the drink, slid her hand under my petticoats and took a hold of my penis!  I got an immediate erection!

"Aha!" she cried triumphantly. "I wondered if this thing would ever work again!"

I almost spilled the drink all over her with surprise, but didn't.  I even managed to simper at her, bat my eyelashes, then lick my lips seductively as I'd been taught.

"Mistress Rosenberg?  You're being naughty!"  I giggled.  "Your nephew is waiting patiently for his drink.  If you'll let me go?  I'll take it to him, then I'll be   right    back!"

"Promise?"  she cooed mockingly.  "You wouldn't lead an old lady on, would you?"

"I might lead an old lady on, Mistress – but never a young thing like you!"

"You are a little tease, aren't you – you hussy!  Yes – take my nephew – should be my niece – her drink.  But hurry back now!"

I delivered the drink to Daniel, then returned to Mistress Rosenberg  making sure to wiggle and flounce as much as I could – and, before I could resist,  was pulled down into her lap!  With a girlish squeal  I laid back in her arms, then stretched upwards to kiss her cruel mouth.  With a shock, I felt her tongue poke its way fiercely into my mouth.  I almost gagged, but remembered my training and wrapped my lips about it and sucked on it suggestively.

"Oh what a hard thing!"  I squealed when she backed away. "I bet all the girls just love it!"

"I think its bigger and harder than this little thing !" she sneered, fondling my erection under my dress.

"Oh yes Mistress!  Of course it is!  I just have a little girlish thing down there.  Not much use for anything."  I giggled.  "I mean, what can a girl do with something like that?"

"Yes.  It is pretty worthless,"  she said – and shoved her hand all the way under me and ran a finger up into my anus!  I couldn't help it.  Let out a squeal, but managed to change it into a high pitched giggle "Ooh darling!  You're so naughty!"

"Move up and down" she whispered in my ear. "Nice and slow.  Yes.  Just like that."

And, sitting in plain view of  My Mistress,  Madame Directrice,  and Daniel, I had to slide up and down on my tormentor's finger, smiling like an idiot the whole time.

Not that anyone was interested.  To my astonishment Madame Directrice was reading a book!  To make matters worse, Madame Christina had Daniel sitting on her lap and was kissing and caressing him.  I was consumed with jealousy!  My Mistress and that haughty little boy!  I was far prettier than he was!  Just to show her what she was missing, I started to pant in pretended passion and smother my partner in a flurry of kisses.  I'm sure she was surprised, but accepted all my squeals and girlish compliments as if she deserved every one of them!  She never removed her finger though and, strangely, I started to feel very erotic.  Almost as if I was melting.

My squeals started to quiet down, and I found myself moving to a rhythmic beat – very slow, but extremely sensual.  Margot's free hand found my breasts and started caressing me.  I started to whimper a little,  gradually leaning more and more into her body.  Then my body started to spasm.  Laughing cruelly, my partner pushed me from her lap.  Luckily, the floor was carpeted because my backside hit it hard.  It didn't stop me from ejaculating though – all over my petticoats!

I wept with shame and mortification but saw Madame Margot's face.  To my surprise, she was delighted!  "Your silly girl has gone and messed herself Christina!" she gloated  "All over her pretty undies!"

"Just proving that you can still excite these foolish young sissies?" Madame said, laughing.  "Cheryl?  Go and clean yourself, then put on another petticoat and clean underwear.  Hurry now, there's a girl!"



I was astonished.  Not only was Madame Christina NOT unhappy with me, she sounded pleased!

To add to my confusion, Madame Directrice put her book down and smiled nicely at me!  "Come Cheryl.  I'll show you where you can find a change.  Hurry now!  Don't keep Madame Margot waiting!"

Truthfully, I thought all the smiles had to be an act.  Once we were out in the hallway, I apologized tearfully.  I'm SO sorry Madame  Directrice.  I didn't know that that would happen…."
  
"You did very well!   Madame Margot is delighted with you!"

"But I made such a mess .. of my nice clothes..  I'm embarrassed…"

"Clothes can be washed.  And you'll be doing them tomorrow.  There's plenty more.  Lets get fresh panties and petticoat on you.  Don't want to keep Madame Margot waiting now.  Hurry!"

"She's mean!"  I said spitefully.

Madame Directrice stopped and looked at me.  "Yes.  Perhaps.  But her personality has nothing to do with you.  You are here to please her tonight.  So far, you've done well.  If you cease to please her, I will probably have to discipline you.  So?"

"I'm sorry Madame Directrice,"  I whispered.  "I'll try to be good."

"I should certainly hope so."  She said.  "But enough of this chatter.  Get yourself changed."

I had wondered why she had accompanied me, but discovered that I was expected to change from head to toe.  I obviously didn't have time to shower, but under her eagle eye, had to disrobe then sponge my body anywhere there had been a chance of me 'wetting' myself.  When we returned to the main room, Madame Margot clapped her hand in a ferocious glee – I was now resplendent in a totally yellow and white rendition of an almost identical outfit to the one I had worn earlier.

"Oh!  I just LOVE butterscotch!"  she said.  "Come here Cheryl, and let me see if you have a pretty yellow ribbon where I think you'll have one.  My goodness!  You do!"  With that, she put a possessive hand up under my skirts, got a hold of me, and pulled me towards her.

Soft music was playing  and, after she had me close to her, she wrapped her other arm around my neck and started leading me around the floor.  Helplessly, twining my arms around her neck, I followed her lead, blowing softly in her ear, then putting the tip of my moist tongue in there as well.  I was too pre-occupied to see what was signaled, but suddenly found myself being pulled down to sit on her lap again.  The only difference was that this time, we were sharing the large couch with Mistress and Daniel.  Now he and I were two little sissy boys sitting like two girls being kissed and fondled on the laps of dominant women.  We were both giggling and squirming, letting out tiny squeals, apparently just as happy as we could be.  Once though, I caught his eye, and knew that he was suffering the same level of humiliation that I was.  We both blushed instantly, knowing full well what the other thought, then our mistresses pulled us back into their arms again.

My make up smeared all over my face, my dress and hair in total disarray, runs in my stockings I finally was granted a few moments of relief.

"Cheryl, my pretty little girl?"  Madame Margot purred in my ear.

"Yes Madame?" I whispered seductively.

"Go and get me a glass of wine."

"Yes mistress.  If you'll let me get up?"  I tittered, wriggling my backside suggestively into her lap.

"Of course.  I'll even help you!"  she said – and poked her finger right up by backside.  That was one squeal I made that wasn't  phony.  She laughed raucously as I jumped up to my feet.

Then I heard Madame Christina say  "Danielle sweetness?  How's about getting me a drink as well.  Would you dear?" and the sissy boy in disarray similar to mine, joined me at the bar.  His haughty demeanor seemed to have disappeared.  He even looked at me apologetically as if to sympathize with my plight.  I gave him a light nod to show I appreciated the gesture, however slight it had been.  Then Madame Christina spoke again.

"Girls?  You really are a shocking sight.  Cheryl?  Go and get Miss Danielle's evening purse.  That way she can repair her makeup."

"Yes Cheryl.  Do that."  Madame Margot added.  "And while you're at it?  Fix yourself up as well."

"My makeup's in my bedroom Madame.  Would it be all right if I went there? " I said.

"Of COURSE!  And why don't you take my nephew along with you.  You can have a nice girlish chat while you fix your lipsticks.  As a matter of fact?  Why don't you take your time, I have something to discuss with Madame Christina.  We'll call you when we want you."

Danielle followed me to where I'd put his purse, then to my bedroom.  There, he sat down on my bed.  Started to whimper a little.

"What are we to do?  I'm not a girl, and I know that you're not.  But they're going to turn us into girls, and I don't think we have very much time."  He looked up at me.  "I'm sorry I've been so mean to you, but I'm so ashamed that another boy is seeing me like this."

Then he paused. "Did you know that you have runs in your stockings – and that your apron bow is all mussed up at the back?"  As he spoke, he opened his purse, took out a compact and, looking in its mirror, carefully applied a new coating of lipstick with an expert touch.

While he was speaking, I hurriedly took my stockings off and replaced them with a new pair.

"Would you mind fixing my bow?"  I asked.  "I'm not that good at tying them at the back yet."

He nodded and came and stood behind me.  Quickly, he undid my apron bow, then re-tied it.

I felt strange having a male perform such a thing, and I think he did as well, because neither of us met each other's eyes.  I mumbled a 'thanks' and he nodded.

He joined me in the bathroom and we both used the mirror to repair the ravages to our makeup and touch up our hair.

"Did you know we're going to be together tomorrow afternoon?"  he asked as he carefully applied his mascara.

I was dabbing my nose lightly with powder at the time.  I put the applicator back in the compact and closed it.  "Doing what?" I asked quietly

"Don't you know?" he said with just a tinge of bitterness in his voice.  "You're getting a makeover, and I'm having my hair styled just like yours.  That silly, lacquered, old fashioned style. Remember?  You suggested it as a punishment for me the last time I was here?"

"I'm sorry."  I said meekly.

"Oh, I guess I deserved it." He answered, taking a comb from his purse and deftly touching up his hairdo, turning a little to catch himself in profile, then licked his lips and peered into the mirror to check his lipstick.  "Ready to go back?"  he asked.

"I just have to touch up my eyelashes,"  I told him taking the mascara applicator out of the tube and beginning to apply it to my lashes – very carefully.

"Be careful of my aunt.  She's very mean and nasty,"  he said quietly. "You're teasing her a lot tonight, but you should know that you don't want to get her too worked up.  She'll really hurt you.  I don't quite understand why you're making such a big play for her."

"I've been told that I had to."  I said simply.  Then I picked up an atomizer and sprayed a tiny splash of perfume at the back of my neck..

"That's a nice perfume,"  he said  "I like the floral based scents."

"Like to try some?"  I said, holding out the atomizer.

He smiled.  "Maybe just a little?"  and sprayed himself.  Then a look of horror crossed his face.

"What's wrong?' I asked anxiously.

"Oh God!  We're in here, putting on our lipsticks, touching up our hair – experimenting with perfume!  She's turning me into a girl!  And I'm helping her!  When we go back in there, I'll sit on your mistresses lap and be kissed and fondled – and so will you!  My aunt will be doing to you, what's she's been doing to me!"

"Why is she doing this to you?"  I asked.

"I'm going to be very rich in a few years, but she controls my fortune totally right now.  I think she wants to turn me into a weak little womanish man that no girl would ever want for a husband. Wants me to become just a companion for her – one that she can lend out to all her old lady friends who want nothing but little sissy boys to have sex with.  Little sissies like you."

"I'm NOT a sissy!"  I argued fiercely.

He looked at me, honest amazement on his face.  "What are you talking about?  Of course you are!"

"They're making me do all this stuff!  Less than a week ago I'd never worn a girls thing in my life!  They just started on me the first day I met you!"

"I'm sorry,"  he said gently  "I didn't know.  But you mean you've just been dressing like a.. like a.."

"Coquette?" I interrupted.

"Like a coquette for only a few days?"

"Yes."

He blushed.  "I'm sorry  - but you're very good at it."

"You're quite a pretty girl yourself!"  I retorted bitterly.  "Who are you to talk?"

He surveyed me calmly.  Spoke quietly.

"My aunt has been working on me for over a year.  She's caned me and starved me and spanked me.  Had some of our maids beat me.   I've almost given up, but at least I made a fight of it."  He stared steadily at me.

I saw what he was getting at.  Without hardly any force being applied against me I'd been 'feminized' in just a few days.  I blushed in shame.  "I'm sorry Daniel."  I said sincerely.

He sighed, then smiled nicely.  "You'd better start calling me Danielle, Cheryl.  I don't see either of us getting out of this trap."

With that, he came towards me, and we kissed each others cheeks lightly.   Just like the girls we were becoming should do.  No sexuality involved – just one girl to another.

He took my hands in his and pulled me through to the bedroom, then sat down on the bed, still with my hands in his.

"Your mistress and my aunt are up to something.  I'm sure of it!  Have you any idea of what it is?"

I shook my head.  "No.  I haven't a clue."  But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew!  Luckily, he had looked away for a second,  because I knew that the knowledge had flashed into my eyes.  By the time he was looking back at me again, I had raised my guard.

"If you think of something, will you tell me?"  he asked.

"Yes."  I said, ashamed of lying to my new friend.

I was quite sure that my reasoning was correct, and I was very frightened.  My mistress wanted Danielle!  She had admitted that she was very attracted to male virgins.  I knew she wanted me, but it was Danielle she really wanted.  I wasn't altogether positive, but it struck me that my mistress and her friends had all been competing to 'get' Daniel – or Danielle.  Danielle was having his hair done the following day – in the style that she adored, and turned her on sexually!   I had been an unwitting tool to force him into this position.  In addition, it had been obvious from the beginning that his aunt wanted me.  For what exactly, I wasn't sure – but was positive I didn't want to find out!  With sickening clarity, I saw that I had been taught to behave in a way that would inflame Madame Margot's desire for me – I was to be used as a pawn in an exchange for Danielle!

My first thought was to immediately make myself as unattractive to Madame Margot as possible.  Then I thought of what Miss Ingrid had told me of Madame Directrice and her spankings, so reconsidered immediately, and started laying my new plans.  It was just as well I had those few moments to think, because we were summoned back to our respective mistresses in very short order.

"Girls?  Time you were going back."  We heard Madame Directrice say outside my door.

"Okay Esther.  Thanks."  Danielle replied getting up from the bed and pulling me up with her as Madame Esther came into the room.

"Why!  Both you girls look MUCH better!  I'm sure the ladies will be delighted!"  Madame Directrice said.  "But I'm heading for bed.  Behave now girls.  Goodnight!  And don't do anything I wouldn't"  she added archly.

Danielle and I both wished her a good night and minced our way back down the hall, arm in arm, into the room to our waiting companions.

The next few hours generated a haze of sexuality that I would never have believed possible – at least not without some release.  I firmly believe that , at the end, the only thing that saved Danielle and I from being forcibly taken was the fact that our two mistresses were involved in some kind of 'macho' contest of disinterested control over their own emotions.  I do know, that frightened of Madame Margot as I wa, I was very glad to see her and her nephew leave.  I was very close to total surrender.  At the same time, I knew what I was going to do and could hardly see for the haze of sexual longing that clouded my vision.

Mistress had a dreamy expression herself, but was very kind.

"You were very good my little sissy maid.  Margot is entranced with you, I can tell.  Leave the clearing up for tomorrow.  If anyone complains, tell them I said it was all right for you to leave it."

"Oh THANK you mistress!" I said happily, curtseying prettily, blushing with pleasure.  "Would you like me to come and assist you in undressing?"

She moved her head back and forward for a moment, considering.

"No.  Normally I'd say yes, but this has been a long day for you.  Go to bed, little sissy maid.  I shall see you tomorrow."

We bade each other good-night and left for our respective bedrooms.

Eagerly, I threw myself into what I'd been planning.  Tore my clothes off rapidly, taking only enough care to hang my dress up, then rushed into the shower, remembering just in time to put a shower cap on to protect my hair.  I scrubbed myself thoroughly, making sure that I was cleaned of anything that might show Madame Margot's influence over me.  Then I dried, powdered, and perfumed myself.  Took the shower cap off and touched up my hair.  Added a little perfume up there as well.

Then I looked for my prettiest white lingerie – just the panties and a lightweight bra.  Then I slid my buttery soft, lustrous white satin gown over my body.  Over it, I put a diaphanous peignoir, a little feminine thing that wafted around me with every step I took.  Tied the bow at my neck with a great deal of care.  Slipped into a pair of white, velvet slippers.  Carefully applied nice wet, scarlet, lipstick.  Touched up my lashes with just a trace of mascara.  Started to leave my room, then thought for a second.  Went back into my bathroom.  Found some K-1 jelly.  Pulled my panties down. Applied a little to my anus.  Blushing, wiped my finger on a towel and pulled my panties back into position.

Checked the clock.  I had only been about twenty minutes in getting ready.  Wafted upstairs.  Knocked on Madame Christina's door.

"Yes?  Who's that?"  she called.

"Just me mistress.  Cheryl.  May I come in?"  I asked.

"Of course, dear"  I heard.

'Let's see how much she wants Danielle after this'   I thought, smiling to myself as, given her permission, I opened the door and went in, closing it behind me.



                                              End of Chapter Four