I think here we go again, but it's my maiden effort on BC. I hope it goes well and I do not screw up...here's my story.

Some boys simply are sissies. This is the story of one of them. It is not a story of discovery, although there is much of that, but rather a tale of a lovely boy's trip to self-realization, albeit a tad 'forced.' If lots of frilly sissy boy and girl outfits, super swishy behavior and a little sex, not to mention dominate women, are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway.

It is also a purely fanciful, fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters may be rated X. Please be of appropriate age or be gone! Sissy sex will occur.

Sissy Julian
Chapter I — Beginnings
by sissystevie

Late Saturday afternoon westbound traffic was light as the powerful black Audi A-8L effortlessly traversed the Hudson River at Tarrytown, New York. The early June sun remained strong, causing the driver to adjust her visor and don aviator sunglasses. In another twelve miles Interstate 87 would turn due north, and the setting sun would no longer be a significant factor.

They would remain on I-87 for another 250 miles until they were in the high peaks region of the Adirondack Mountains. "About three hours," the driver mentally calculated as she cleared the Tappan Zee Bridge and eased into her standard cruising speed of 85.

She briefly looked over at her new charge. The sedative was taking effect. He was beginning to drowse off. Nothing had been said since they left the wedding reception, each choosing to keep his or her own counsel. "Better he sleeps," she thought, "today was a sea change for the poor boy - and he only thinks it was about his mother remarrying and wearing that outfit!"

As the young boy's head nodded forward and then backward to settle against the leather headrest, she again stole a quick glance at him.
"He is simply beautiful," she marveled. "And more girlish than my own daughter - long legs crossed, slender arms limp in almost ballerina-like pose. His flaxen, chin-length hair with natural curls, impossibly long eyelashes, soft hairless skin, high cheekbones, long thin neck and innocent blue eyes are all flawless!"

Never has she seen such a perfect sissy, let alone one as nerve throbbingly beautiful. "It's amazing that he just turned eighteen. He looks fourteen or younger," she marveled to herself.

"The best part is that it's all so natural. He even carried off the milksop wedding outfit we had insisted he wear as the flower boy - although the silk knickers and camisole did seem to create some predictably pronounced points both whilst we dressed him and then periodically during the wedding.

"They all are so very alike, really!"

His outfit was the perfect start for his new life. It began with baby blue patent leather maryjanes with two-inch heels and white silk knee hose with blue bows. A white round Pen Pan collared, sheer pin-point cotton blouse with large blue bow in front was under a pale blue and white thin cord cotton Eton jacket and matching side-buttoning shorts. The matching blue sash about his wispy waist added just the perfect touch. Light frosted white nail polish, matching makeup, little white lace gloves and a darling blue and white small three inch white hair bow finished his outfit.

"What fun I shall have this summer!" she sighed. "And he thinks this little get-up was extreme!"

The small, but sharp bulge in his shorts confirmed everything she already knew.

"This new radar/laser protection suite better work," she thought as the speedometer's needle edged past 100 as she entered the Catskills' region heading north. "When I get north of Albany I can really let my little black baby run!"

*****

Julian Beauchaps Saint Ambrose slowly awoke. The last thing he remembered was riding north on the New York Thruway in his new Aunty Jane's sedan at a frighteningly high rate of speed. The vivid dreams he had during the night were at once troubling and highly erotic. To please Mummy he had worn the flower boy outfit at the wedding. Well, actually he had little choice in the matter after his little 'embarrassment.'

The fact of the matter was that he had been so preoccupied with constant erections that he had to relieve himself three times during the wedding day. The 'pointed popsie' issue so overtook him that his very public debut in such an obvious sissy outfit seemed secondary. And the sensations in his nipples were another whole trip. Anyway, everyone seemed to fawn over him and compliment his outfit as being 'so adorably appropriate.'

In the meantime, his bed and silk chemise nightie felt so yummy. Later he would deal with these 'changes in circumstances,' as Mummy put it.

*****

Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier sipped her morning tea as she watched the laptop's monitor showing the lovely young sissy nestled in his soft bed linens and calculated that he would rest for another hour or so. It was time to prepare. She pulled the long satin sash next to her bed to summon her maid and made her way to the en suite loo. A most eventful day was about to begin.

*****

"Are we completely ready? I do not wish to loose the momentum of yesterday and his separation anxiety from his mother," Miss Jane said to her maid, the perfectly turned out Giselle.

"Non, non, Madame, all is ready." the comely Giselle protested. "Oui, Madame, all you have to do is walk into his room and let 'le magique' work! I will arrive upon your signal. The rest will be, as they say, 'histoire.'"

Miss Jane took a final look at her image in the long wardrobe mirror and was entirely pleased. At forty-something she still cut a most impressive, if not imposing, presence. Everything was perfect for sissy seduction. Her willowy five foot, ten inch frame was clad in summery Victorian splendor: a long grey silk dirndl skirt with coral cummerbund and matching sheer blouse with mutton sleeves. Five inch silk French-style heels and sheer white nylons complimented her perfectly manicured coral pink nails and lipstick and carefully coiffed Gibson Girl-styled silver hair. As she moved, the sheer silk-taffeta petticoat under her skirt together with her silk blouse and fine French lace lingerie made the most delightful, and seductive, swishing sound.

Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier was very much up to task at hand.

*****

Young Master Saint Ambrose had made it through the large, clearly very feminine bedroom to the large lavishly appointed adjoining bathroom and was assessing 'the damage' in a long, floor to ceiling mirror. He was always troubled by his fair, clearly feminine looks, but never had they been so in-his-face obvious. The wedding preparations Mummy and his new Auntie Jane insisted upon had driven him over the top. It had been a series of nightmarish visits to a beauty salon for skin treatments, hair coloring and styling, eyebrow shaping, manicures and pedicures and even having his ears pierced.

"Damn," he thought, "if only I had not lost track of time sampling Mummy's lingerie. Being busted was one thing, but busted by both Mummy and her husband-soon-to-be a month before the wedding was a total bummer! What else could I do but go along with their 'little lessons?'
"Mummy had been so upset until 'Daddy Ben's' sister had arrived. The next day Auntie Jane took over and his new regimen began.

Being made to wear panties and a camisole was kinda cool, except to trying to manage his constant peenie pulses. His clothing style had changed to almost exclusively short shorts and girlish tops to the point when Auntie Jane dressed him for the wedding it really was not that big of a deal.

The tittie treatments and the insistence on having a 'fanny friend' nearly constantly inserted deeply into his bottom were quite another matter. Each time he grew accustomed to his 'friend,' they increased its size.

As he examined his body through his sheer silk chemise it was more than apparent that the special diet Auntie insisted on and the daily vitamin injections had a noticeable effect. His naturally large and puffy nipples were even more pronounced and his breasts seemed a little more pointy and a lot more sensitive.

One slender hand went to his mass of wavy blond hair while the other sought a very hard nipple protruding from his chemise. His petit popsie rose quite involuntarily in concert with his nipples. Just as he began to erotically twist his body as both hands caressed his budding bosoms and thoughts of ejaculation filled his mind, a voice came from his side.

"Well, Julian, you do seem to like the 'new you.'"

Julian, beet faced, turned to see his very elegant and commanding Aunt Jane standing in the doorway.

"Which," she continued, "is most fortunate as this will be the 'you' for at least the next month, if not the remainder of the summer. Then we shall properly sort things out once and for all. Not that you ever have a hope of being anything other than a sissy.

"However, today is today, and it is high time we began it. I believe that you know all about you morning ablutions. Kindly be a dear and complete them during the next half-hour. Leave your hair damp, wrapped in a towel. You will find a robe on the back of the bath's door. Please don it and the mules next to the door frame and be seated at the bedroom's dressing table when we return to prepare you for the day."

"We?" Julian wondered.

*****

Having completed his morning cleansing, made easier with the convenient bidet, shower and hair wash and conditioning, and body and face moisturizer, Julian was seated obediently at the frilly large dressing table wearing a short pink silk robe and matching three inch feather trimmed mules.

Aunty Jane began, "Julian, this is my maid, Giselle. You will address her either 'Miss' or 'Miss Giselle.' Although she is my maid, she is very much your superior and you shall obey any and all of her directions. As we seem to be on the subject of names, you will address me as 'Ma'am' at all times except in private, when you may address me as 'Auntie Jane.' You, my dear, shall be referred to as Sissy Julian, or simply 'Sissy.' Understand?"

Julian said, "Yes, Auntie Jane...errr, Ma'am."

"Auntie Jane will do at the present," she replied. "Giselle will now attach your breast devices and then proceed to do something nice to fix that unruly mop atop you head. Starting tonight you will sleep in curlers to avoid this morning mess. In a few days you shall become entirely self sufficient in the hair and makeup departments.

As Giselle attached the conic shaped breast pumps to Julian's tiny mounds before turning to his hair and makeup, Auntie Jane continued, "In the meantime, I shall review just what will be expected of during your stay here.

"The first rule is that total, unquestioned obedience is mandatory at all times. The slightest deviation from such will result in a punishment. Just so there is no misunderstanding, both Giselle and I will use the strictest forms of corporal discipline on you. The mildest of which will be a spanking. More severe infractions will result in the use of paddles, canes and even birch bundles.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear, Sissy Julian?"

"Yes, Ma'am," squeaked out a quite thoroughly terrified Julian, completely unaware that his proud little popsie just became a little more pointed.

After a knowing smile was exchanged between mistress and maid, Auntie Jane resumed her homily. "Sissy Julian, do you understand why you are here and why you are going to undergo strict sissy training for the next month?"

A befuddled and still very much terrorized Julian managed to blurt out a reference to being punished for being caught wearing his mother's lingerie.

"Well, I suppose that is the surface of it. However, it is far from the whole of it. Very far, in fact. Allow me to fill in a few blanks - just for the record. One, you are a serial abuser of your beautiful mother's delicate under things, and have been so for a very long time.

"She accepts some guilt for that because as a very young child you just looked so cute in frilly things and so enjoyed wearing them. Apparently you threw some extraordinary tantrums when you could not wear those cute little blouse and shorts outfits - even when you were twelve years old! I understand that once you threw a spectacular tantrum over not having your frilly white gloves at church! And you insistence on having capri pants led you directly to the teen girls department, with little or no reservations. Even your mother's equal insistence that you buy matching panties did not deter you. Oh, my, such a prissy little sissy you are!

"You clearly are more comfortable in the company of girls and women rather than with boys and men. Your uncomfort with males is something we must come to better understand. Is it because you dislike them, or could it be because you like them too much? But I digress...
"In any event, you are here for the next month to be a complete sissy. And that you shall be. After the month, your mother and stepfather shall see what you have become and make a determination about your future. I, however, have little doubt as to who and what you are, let alone what you will become. The only question how far you will go and with whom - male or female.

"So, sweetie, during the next month you shall live completely as a swishing, milksop, pansy, prissy-sissy boy. I believe some refer to it as immersion therapy. And, you, my fair young sissy, shall be totally immersed! Beauty lessons, lots of girlie juice, the most fabby frilly sissy boy outfits imaginable and even our own little corps de ballet starting Tuesday.

While Giselle fussed with a drier and makeup enhancements, Auntie Jane busied herself laying out Julian outfit for the day. The young sissy was amazed at the wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlamp look the makeup created. His light blue eyes had a look of perpetual innocent amazement. His lips seemed to glisten in a red creamy gloss that matched his new nail color.

Soon enough, Giselle combed out his hair into a short sissy bob and placed clipped a cute little navy baby blue ribbon to one side, allowing the other side to fall just past his eye on the other side. His full head of hair was short for a girl, but long for a boy — just perfect for a sissy.

"Delightful!" exclaimed Auntie Jane. "After the salon tomorrow he will be sissy perfection! Time to dress the sissy. Giselle, please bring him over to the dressing mirrors and up upon the dressing pedestal."
Once Julian was standing atop the two foot circular pedestal, Auntie Jane continued, "Now, Julian, I'm sure you must miss your 'fanny friend.' No worries, I have a new and improved one for you. I think you know how to present yourself.

"Yes, sweetie, that's right. Bend over and pull apart your sweet sissy cheeks. Look in the side mirror. I want you to see, as well as feel the full impact of your new friend."

Julian gasped and turned scarlet when he saw its length. It had to be over eight inches, with a thinner series of egg-shaped flexible beads towards its tip. The base broadened out to almost a three inch diameter before tampering off into a narrow flange to hold it securely in place.
"Impressive, isn't it my little kitten?" taunted Auntie Jane. "Well, around here we refer to it a 'Mr. Wigglie. You'll understand why shortly. Giselle, will you do the honors.' I want to watch the little minx's face while I steady him on the pedestal."

Aunty came about and firmly gripped Julian's slender shoulders while Giselle approached the hapless sissy with something that looked like an old fashioned grease gun.

Julian has been fixated on Auntie Jane's deeply breathing chest, which perfectly displayed her ripe, mature breasts and their fine French lace covering through the sheer silk of her blouse. The slender hose of the device caused Julian to gasp anew in pleasure as the tube deeply entered him and then began to eject a cool gel throughout his rectum and well into his bowels.

"Ah, who once famously said, 'getting there is half the fun?'" Auntie Jane chuckled in a throaty voice, well aware of her own moistening nether parts. "Perfect, now for Mr. Wigglie - the friend no sissy can resist."

Giselle inserted the device slowly, but very deliberately as Julian began a series of the cutest little sissy squeals. He even did not seem to mind the stretching caused by the broad bottom part. Julian actually partial sucked in the final part up to the flange, quite unaware that his peenie was leaking like a broken faucet, albeit a very tiny faucet.
When Aunty Jane raised his upper body to an erect position, Julian let out yet another squeal as the device took full purchase in his sissy pussy. Only a keen wit and years of sissy training caused Aunty to smartly step to one side, thereby avoiding the perfectly predicable peenie pulsing spew.

"My goodness, Giselle, but aren't they all just so predictable." laughed Auntie Jane. "Better get a towel and clean him up before I put on his very first peenie petal."

After the comely Giselle had cleaned up Master Julian's mistake, and restored his pretty little peenie to its pointy pride, Auntie Jane approached the hapless sissy with an incredibly frilly little ring of silk, satin and lace.

"Sissy boy, meet your trademark from here on! It's called a peenie petal. It displays and enhances your tiny little jewels and tootsie pop. The effect of it on a sissy is profound, as you will come to understand. It stimulates; it humiliates - and then the twains meet! It defines a sissy. In short, it may well be the most divine sissy accoutrement ever invented!

"Look at it. Yes, isn't it simply divine? Oh, so lacy and frilly, but it also embraces your popsie and pert little plumbs, holding them in a sissy tormenting grasp. Taken with Mr. Wigglie and your frillie pansy pretties, you will be in a constant near orgasmic state. Aren't you just so excited about you new 'direction'? Can we now spell D-I-V-I-N-E! I just bet we can!"

Julian was completely nonplussed.

Auntie Jane was in a very special world all of her own.
Giselle's sweet pussy was simply dripping. She knew what the ensuing sissy emasculation followed by the inevitable girlie-boy stimulation would do to her Mistress, and what urgent delights would be required shortly thereafter. She could smell her Mistress' growing musky scent from where she was standing.

"Oh, yesss, Mistress, let's get him frocked and dressed now!" a surprisingly lusty voice rasped out from the sexually molting maid.
"Enough, my precious!" Auntie Jane snapped, with her own measure of lust dripping from her lips. "For that, a caning shall precede your little treat. But, of course, that will only increase your passion, will if not?"

At last turning to the befuddled sissy, Auntie Jane said, "Right, Julian, now for what well may be the watershed moment of your new sissy life - your first petal!

"Giselle, please put on his sissy panties and mind that you properly position his sweet little pink stick and berries for the petal."
Giselle pulled up and positioned what appeared to be a white silk covered panty girdle. In had row upon row of navy blue and white lace covering Julian's entire backside. The high waisted top and leg openings were also adorned with frilly sissy lace and pretty blue satin bows. The girdle design was not unique in that it formed and shaped his plump little boy buns in a nearly obscene manner. However, its front was unique in that its flat, tight tummy piece opened about his teapot with a lace trimmed hole that fit neatly about its base.

As Giselle was completing her task, Auntie again held out the petal. It appeared to be a satin flower with a hole at its base. "Look at this closely my sweet sissy, the satin ribbon ties about your entire little teapot. The satin petals spring out from there to embrace your tiny little popsie pistil and blossoming little pulsating pink plums. The satin and lace will keep you, as we said, in a constant state of arousal - something that is so very attractive, and essential, in a true sissy boy. The best of sissies simply cannot keep themselves from spreading their sweet sticky pollen all about.

"Now, who's going to be our very our little pansy pollen polluter? Could it be our very own sissy Julian? Oh, I think so!"

Had not young Master Julian just squirted, he surely would have as the peenie petal was fit about him. When his new Auntie removed herself from the mirror's view, the visuals were equal to the sensuals of his new mortification, maybe even more so - at least for the time being.
The pale blue and white satin and lace 'garment' literally created a flower from his sissy bits and pieces. The long petals were reinforced with internal netting and made from navy blue satin on the outside and pure white bridal satin on the inside came up nearly to the tip of his tiny popsie stick. His sweet sissy pink plums were nestled neatly beneath. The garment, itself, was secured about his tender little teapot by blue satin ribbons drawn tight about its base and finished off in an adorable broad bow at the top of the base. Every edge of the garment was trimmed in blue and white lace.

The coup de cockette was a small elastic blue and white lace wreath with five jingle bells attached that went just under his peenie head.
As profound as the bizarre display was, the sensation was even greater. Any movement from the hapless sissy's pelvis south caused the petals to caress his most sensitive parts in the most distracting way. Combined with Mr. Wigglie, this was a sure sissy spurter.

Even worse, against a sea of worse, not only a mere sissy spurter, but a sissy spurter to the tune of Jingle Bell's in June.

How out-of-season tacky! Yuk!

Expressing an entirely different view, Auntie Jane taunted, "Sooo adorable, Sissy Julian's very first peenie petal! Now who's feeling all swishy and sissy?"

"Giselle, be a dear and please help him into his training bra. Then add his cute little sissy socks and mary janes. I'll arrange his blouse and shorts. We do want our new charge looking pansy-pretty for his very first church service, don't we?"

"Church? Oooh myyy gawd!" thought Julian. "Say it ain't so! I meant she can't..."

The bra was every bit of a match for the panties. It, too, was of a retro-1950's vintage: a tight strap went under his little budding bosoms and his twin pansy peaks were caught up in surprisingly stiff net-like lace that developed their shape to the most advantageous nature. Like his panties, the key elements were fully exposed. The tip of each almost conic cup was cut away to fully expose his blossoming girlie-boy nipple in its entire erect splendor.

Julian's sissy socks were white stretch cotton with turned-over tops trimmed in three rows of the frilliest possible white a blue lace. On the back of each top was a pretty blue satin bow. His navy blue patent leather mary janes had two inch heels with matching grosgrain blue bows on their toes.

Oh my!

Which were exactly the thoughts of each of the three participants - each for their own, and very personal reasons. Jane for her lust for domination, Giselle in her lust for Jane, and Julian is his oh-so-secret lust to be a sissy.

Jane, predictably, recovered first, but only to turn her attention to poor Julian.

"Giselle," she said, "please fetch the camera at once. I'll get the jewelry and lace gloves. We need some pictures before he's fully dressed. No need to pose him. He will pose himself, if not squirt a second time during the process."

After Auntie had drawn delicate white lace gloves with navy blue bows at the wrists and added little pearl strands about his neck, right wrist and left ankle, she surveyed her new toy.

"Yes, Julian, you do make a most impressive sissy. Those doe-like, blue frosted eyes are perfect. Didn't Giselle just do a perfect job with your makeup? The liner, shadow and mascara highlight their natural beauty just like the shiny red gloss shows off your full, plump lips. And the rouge on your cheeks makes you just so sissy-perfect - a living doll with full, wavy flaxen hair."

Taking one of Julian's bullet hard nipples between her fingers and teasing it, Auntie Jane continued taunting the hapless sissy, "And, sweet pea, look in the mirror at your pert little nipples. Sooo sissy-succulent. They already are such a turn on for you, aren't they? Just wait until they've had more training. You'll orgasm just from having them played with."

Reaching down with her other hand, Auntie tweaked his tiny popsie with her nail. "Julian, you know this pathetic little peenie could never satisfy a girl, let alone a real woman. Why it's nothing more that a cute little curiosity to be toyed with. It certainly is non-threatening to any normal boy. However, I'm sure that it makes them feel proud of their real penises. Only another sissy would admire its small size and want to play with it.

"Yes, Julian, I'm afraid you're destined to be with your own kind -- other little pansy, sissyboy faggots. Of course, some real boys may want you to play with their big, thick juicy cocks. Yes sweetie, 'cocks,' because that's what normal boys have between their legs. Look at those sweet lips of yours. Now wouldn't they just be perfect wrapped about a cock?

"Maybe we will be able to find a real life Mr. Wigglie for you? I bet you'd just love that!"

"Oh, Aunty Jane, please don't do this to me!" Julian pleaded, a tear coming to his eye as he noticed Giselle taking pictures.

"Oh, come now Julian," she responded in a teasing voice. "Look at how erect your little stick is just from the thought. It's so cute all wrapped up in its petal. Why look, it even has a little pearl of sissy juice at its tip. Now that's the type of tears a sissy should shed.

"Yes, see how the petal works? The harder your little peenie gets, the tighter the petal grasps to ensure you remain nice and stiff. That's the way a sissy should be presented. It amuses the girls and ladies and makes all the other sissies insane with lust. Dare I even mention what it does to the normal boys, let alone real men?"

"Oooh nooo," moaned Julian.

"Oooh yesss," retorted Auntie. "Accept it, Julian. Not that you have any choice in the matter whatsoever.

"Giselle, please bring over his top. Time to get our little sissy sailor dressed for the day."

Giselle handed Auntie a tiny sailor's blouse made from polished white cotton, who pulled it over the befuddled sissy's head and smoothed it down his chest. The outlines of his erect nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Its capped short, puffy sleeves were finished off in a navy blue cuff with three thin white stripes. The sailor's collar bib in back was also navy blue with three broader white strips next to its edges. The front of the collar was finished off in a broad, puffy navy blue satin bow. The bow and its ends hung is such a way to frame the top and inner sides of his pointy nipple and modest little mounds. As he turned a bit, to his horror he discovered that the outline of his lacy retro bra was also quite visible.

"Just adorable," sighed Auntie. "Now for his shorts and sash and we are done."

Julian secretly loved the sailor's top. It reminded him of a sailor suit his mother had put him in many years ago. However, the fabric was so tormenting his sensitive nipples that he failed to notice the even more bizarre navy blue matching fabric shorts as they were being pulled up his smooth, slender legs.

The shorts became very tight as Auntie fastened up their left side with many small fabric covered buttons. Julian could feel their tight rear embrace his girdled tear-drop derriere like a second skin. The waist was high, coming up well past his belly button and even tighter than over his fanny. As it closed about his waist, his top was pulled taunt in front, further emphasizing his bra straps, protruding nipples and tiny mounds.

The shorts were beyond short, actually rising as they crossed his hips with their white ruffled trimming about the leg holes. However, it was the front that most alarmed poor Julian.

Like his panty girdle, they were open about his peenie petal with some sort of flap, or bib, hanging down. Smiling at her sissy's more than apparent mortification, Auntie Jane lifted the flap and said, "Now-now, Julian, fret not. We will provide you with some modesty with your cute little peenie bib. After all, we are going to church in case it slipped your mind. Let me hoist up up your little anchor."

The 'anchor' was almost as obscene as nothing at all. The peenie bib was white and shaped to embrace his pointedly proffered, be-petaled peenie with delicate white ruffles about its sides that matched trimming about his leg holes. Julian could not understand why the flap was referred to as his little anchor as Auntie Jane affixed it in place, again with tiny blue cloth covered buttons to form a more bizarre sailor's pant front.

Once she stood to the side and Julian could see his image in the dressing mirrors, he understood. It was the final humliation.

A stylized navy blue anchor form was embroidered into the peenie bib, which inturn molded about his stiff, petaled popsie. The base of the anchor went across the flap portion covering the bottom of his peenie petal and the shaft traced up to where the tip of his peenie rested underneath. His pointed sissy pole made the anchor stick out and wiggled in its own tormented way as he moved.

"Sooo cute!" enthused Auntie Jane. "Now let's get his sash and little sailor's hat on and be on our way. Giselle, tie the sash into a big pretty bow on his side, and I will put on his hat."

When they were done, Julian was again made to pose for the camera. If the obscene shorts and sissy sailor top were not enough, the accessories finished him off into pure prissy pantyboy pansy perfection. The broad white sash about his slender waist was tied at his left side into a massive, puffy bow and long ends extending down to his bare, smooth mid thighs. A sweet little glossy white straw sailor's hat with a navy blue ribbon band and chin strap and matching tiny straw purse with a blue bows affixed to both its side and handle perfectly finished him off.

Then things took a turn for the worse, if that could be imagined.

It all started with Mr. Wigglie. As Julian moved, the devilish device tickled parts of him he didn't even he had, which caused him to sway his hips and take tiny mincing steps. This, in turn caused his peenie petal to move about his little stick and his blouse to rub his sensitive, ever-so-erect nipples. All of which ended in having poor Julian flap his limp wristed hands and squeal in the most sissish manner.

All these movements caused his little, tinkerbell (dare we say 'dinkerbell'?) wreath to jingle and all his lacy and frilly sissy things to rustle. This, naturally, and expectedly, caused utter sissy mortification, embarrassment and humiliation - and the greatest erection of the young boy's life!

"I do love it when a plan comes together," chuckled an obviously delighted Aunty Jane.

"Julian, I want you to mince back and forth before the dressing mirror for a few minutes. Yes, keep your wrists bent and flap your arms all you like. I shall return shortly after Giselle tends to an urgent need of mine."

To be continued...let's see how this plays here.

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Julian's story continues with his first day at Lake Orenda, and quite an interesting day it proves to be!

If lots of frilly sissy outfits, super swishy behavior and a little sex - not to mention dominant women - are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway.

It is also a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X as it contains sissy sex. Caution, part of the chapter is set in a church. If that might be offensive, please do not read.

Sissy Julian

Chapter II — Introductions

by sissystevie

Julian quite naturally — some might say altogether too naturally — carried on in front of the large dressing mirrors. In truth, except for a few disconcerting details, his sailor outfit was one that he had dreamed of ever since he could remember.

His revelry was cut short by an awful sound coming from the next room. It was a sickening 'thwack' followed by a loud squeal. Two more 'thwacks' and squeals followed. Then silence.

Terror returned to Julian as he recalled Auntie Jane mentioning something about caning her maid, Giselle. Was that her 'urgent need?' he wondered.

Then came a long moan followed by, "Aaah, yeeesss! Right there. Mmmm."

Even a dim witted, hormone besotted sissy could now figure out what Auntie's urgency was.

"But could dressing me have turned her on more than it turned me on?" he questioned. "Geesh, what kinda people are they?"

Then terror, "I guess she really does mean that stuff about punishment! Well, she said practice walking, so I'd better practice! Flappy arms, limp wrists, small steps — okie dokie, if that's what the woman, errr, 'Ma'am' wants, that's what she's gonna get!"

It was a very enthusiastic prancing pansy that greeted a slightly flushed, but still very much in-charge Auntie Jane when she returned to fetch her new pansy project.

"Well-well, aren't we into the swing of things? Auntie Jane said upon entering the room. "Keep your elbows in at your waist and slow down your arms a bit. Show some girlie grace. However, I must say that even a Canal Street strumpet couldn't outdo your hip movement."

"It's time to leave for church. We're going by boat, as practically everything here at Lake Orenda is done. See wasn't I just so thoughtful in dressing you in such a cute little sailor's outfit?

"The Lake is actually quite secluded and is in one of the last full hundred-section, or 64,000 acres, of the Adirondack Mountains still in private hands. You might be interested to learn that 'Orenda' is the Iroquois word for 'magic power.' My family has been coming here for well over a century. Residents are carefully screened for - oh, how shall I put it? Well, 'selective interests' seems to work.

"Follow me, my little cumquat, your public awaits."

Julian was lead out into the hallway for the first time, past a much disheveled Giselle who handed Auntie Jane a large hat, and down an ornate wooden staircase to a great entrance hall with two massive stone fireplaces on either side. Trophies of too numerous to count game kills adorned the walls. The floor was highly polished fieldstone. In the front was a set of large doors opening to a porte-cochere where a dwarfed, and seemingly inappropriate, golf cart sat.

"They call this a 'camp,'" marveled Julian. "This house could take up three of Mummy's Park Avenue triplexes!"

Auntie Jane indicated for Julian to climb aboard, pausing whilst donning her hair protecting hat to watch him seat himself with a slight smile on her face. She was not disappointed. When Julian sat down, Mr. Wigglie changed position in the most provocative manner, causing the young lad to squeal in the highest pitched voice imaginable.

Giggling, she took the drivers seat and plunged the accelerator down to the floorboard, causing twin geysers of gravel to rise from the rear tires.

"Even in a frippin' golf cart she's a terror," Julian thought as he held on for dear life. Mr. Wigglie was having a field day. Had it not be for the life threatening aspect of Auntie Jane's driving and simply trying to keep in his seat with his little straw hat in place, Julian would have gushed sissy creamies for the entire trip to the boathouse, which turned out to be a modest little structure that could easily dock half the U.S. Navy. Off to one side was a sizable seaplane hangar. On the other side was a lower slip with a vintage 1931 Chris-Craft twenty-two foot triple cockpit custom runabout. On its stern painted in golden script was the name "Pouf Bunny."

What boy was left in Julian thought that it was a really neat boat. The looming sissy in Julian worried about messing his hair and losing his pretty straw hat. The self-preservation in Julian wondered what this mad woman would do in a high powered boat.

What he failed to consider was Mr. Wigglie.

Silly sissy!

Auntie Jane helped him down into the front right seat before casting off the lines, slipping out of her five-inch heels and settling into the pilot's seat on the left. She was delighted that once again a sweet sissy squeal quite involuntarily came out as he sat down, but knew the best part was yet to come.

As Julian settled into the supple, but surprisingly thin, green tucked and roller leather upholstery, Auntie Jane kicked in the big Chrysler V-8 engine. Its throaty roar was soon surpassed by the vibrations that seemed to channel themselves directly to Julian's new and improved fanny friend, Mr. Wigglie.

"Oooh, Auntie Jane!" Julian squeaked out. That v-v-i-br-br-braa-tion! Oooh myyy!"

"Oh, Julian," a laughing Auntie hooted back, "stop being such a sissy! Oh, but then, that is precisely what you are. Enjoy the ride and do mind your cute little sailor's hat."

Julian was almost adjusted to the vibrations and starting to enjoy the ride when they reached the open water past the boathouse's little cove. Then Auntie Jane opened up the throttle and the large inboard leapt above the choppy waves.

For the next fifteen minutes Auntie Jane was serenaded to sissy squeals and squeaks that overcame even the roar of the big engine.

"I just hope I cinched the petal tight enough to keep him from squirting." Aunt Jane thought. "But, oh well, it wouldn't be the first time a sissy had a gooey front in church! Canon Cheshire Cockburn would pretend not to approve and at the same time be playing pocket billiards under his vestments."

Approaching a small island, she at last slowed down and allowed Julian to gather himself as she approached a long dock in front of a classic little stained shake-covered mountain resort chapel. At the end of the dock were two strapping teenage boys in pressed white shorts and crisp knit polo shirts who were helping a group of people from their boat.

The boys looked so normal to Julian, which caused panic about his brazen sissy sailor costume. They landed on Julian's side of the boat and one of the boys reached down to help him out. Julian held his slender right arm with wrist bent and was lifted out of the boat in one powerful motion to land squarely in the arms of a very handsome, athletic young man who was about twice his size. Julian's turned his face upward and looked up into his eyes not at all sure of what to do next.

"And you must be the new sissy," the dock boy said with an amused smile. Stand to my side while I get Miss Bichier out of her runabout."

Stepping partially into the boat and again offering his hand, he said, "Good morning Miss Bichier. I hope you had a pleasant trip over. Your sissy appears a little distraught."

"Oh, hello, Josh." Auntie Jane replied with a broad smile as she tossed her hat in the immediate aft cockpit. "Well, at least I had a lovely ride over. You know how high strung these sissies are! High speeds tend to terrify them, and the slightest little 'wiggle' in their delicate lives just seems to set them off."

Holding her heels in one hand and Josh's strong hand in the other, Auntie Jane gracefully stepped out of the vintage inboard on onto the dock. Handing Julian her coral silk shoes, she said, "Julian, be a good little sissy and help Auntie into her heels.

"Yes, that's right, kneel down. We all know how sissies adore high heels, especially in pink silk."

Julian was, of course, mortified by this new humiliation, but simply could not take his eyes of the beautifully formed shoes with their curved French-style heels.

In was only the addition of another pair of boys dock shoes that broke his fixations of the shoes. An even greater embarrassed sissy finally completed his task and rose to be greeted by yet another Mr. Wigglie invasion, which brought on a brief sissy yelp.

Once he focused, Julian saw that Auntie Jane, Josh and the other dock boy were all chuckling at the hopelessly effeminate sissy. His cheeks turned almost as red as the rouge highlights upon them as he looked down in shame as his feet. In doing so, he made a discovery that sent a chill up his spine.

The new boy had a gigantic erection under his white shorts!

Oh my!

And he could not take his eyes off it.

Oh no!

And it was noticed.

"Julian, dear, it's rude to stare, even if you find the object so interesting," Auntie Jane said with sarcasm dripping from her frosted coral lips. "Perhaps an introduction would help.

"Julian, this is Jock - one of the boys helping out this summer. Jock, this is Julian, my new sissy in training. Julian, I believe you have already met Josh."

Julian, still blushing, just stood there with his elbows to his sides, wrists limp and twisted a little to one side, whilst rubbing his knees together as he moved. He looked up from his lowered head with a lock of his flaxen hair covering one eye and said, "Hi Jock and Josh."

It was sheer pansy poetry in motion.

Before verbal responses could come from the boys, the church bell peeled out and Auntie Jane took Julian by his arm and said, "We must be on our way, mustn't keep the Canon waiting. We'll see you boys at the garden party after the service."

As Auntie Jane and Julian made their way across the lawn to the chapel, Jock's eyes lingered on Julian's rear, and he said, "Can you believe that sissy ass? He even has mini tits! And those lips!"

"Well, before you blow your load, you'd better tend to Miss Bichier's boat or your ass will be hers in a way you do not even want to consider!" Josh cautioned. "She is so not a woman you want to cross!"

*****

The Chapel of the Epiphany was a late nineteenth century relic of the great robber baron fortunes. Beautifully constructed from local stone and timber it bore all the marking of an earlier, grander age. That managed to stay perfectly intact despite 'progress' was a testament to the few who looked over the Lake.

They were the last of the parishioners to enter, something that was, of course, completely calculated. Not only were the others seated, but the surprisingly large organ had stopped playing in preparation for the clerical entry processional. Both Auntie Jane's high and Julian much lower heels clicked across the polished slate floor, the tiny jingle of Julian's peenie ring was as clear and the carillon chimes in the steeple. Worse, they were headed for the very front pew!

Although the chapel was small with only about fifteen pews on either side of the main aisle, the walk seemed to take forever to the fanciful fairy. He could literally feel the eyes burning through his sides and back from the fancy ladies, gentlemen and exceedingly well turned out older children in attendance.

Almost on cue - and perhaps it was - the processional music began just after Julian once again squealed as they sat. When they rose and turned to towards the narthex, more eyes were upon them, or more precisely Julian, than the entering clergy attendants.

"Be proud of the sissy that you are, Julian." Auntie Jane hissed. "The very last thing you need is to embarrass me.

"And hold you handbag over the anchor on the front of your shorts. Maybe it will hide some of the dampness down there."

Poor Julian's face, already rosy with shame, turned scarlet as the processional reached the mid way point to the altar. It was then that the flummoxed milksop took notice of it.

The procession was led by four acolytes, two seemingly identical boys and two girls. The boys were bearing crucifix and flag whilst the girls bore scriptures and gospel. All were dressed in the frilliest vestments he had ever seen.

The Bambi-eyed boys' cassocks were made from shiny pale blue chintz. About their necks were broad, high Anglican ruffs. At the hems of their cassocks was a row of frills that attached to a lower hanging silk undergarment. Their soft white surplices were made from very light organza and lace that literally floated about their diminutive bodies.

Julian thought he saw traces of bulges in the lower, forward part of their cassocks as their surplices glided over the undergarments, but rejected it as simply unbelievable.

The approaching boys glanced at Julian with more than a passing interest. One even pursed his lips whilst staring directly into Julian's eyes. As they passed, a totally disbelieving Julian was sure that both boys had very stiff sissy poles. Then he realized that his very own twinkette was literally at the bursting point.

In church?

Say it ain't so!

Julian's cheek color passed scarlet.

The two girls were dressed in similar outfits, but with pink, much fuller cassocks. They looked at Julian with a disapproving sneer reserved for boys whose behavior was deemed unacceptable. In turn, they were followed by the parish rector, Canon Cockburn, dressed in a black cassock, starched white surplice and priest's stole.

The Canon was a handsome man in his mid-fifties who must have come from a film studio's central casting office. He epitomized the stereotypical Episcopalian rector with full salt and pepper hair, bushy eyebrows and a slightly ruddy patrician face. His demeanor suggested a privileged life that included an elite New England boarding school and an Ivy League university.

The not-so-small bulge in his cassock suggested something else.

*****

The service was thankfully routine and without incident. Not surprisingly, they used the 1928 Book of Common Prayer and the 1940 Hymnal. It even appeared to be an erection-free zone. It was a service that Julian had known his entire life. The congregation may have been very kinky, but they also loved their Anglican religion; however they, or the Canon, chose defined it.

As the recessional formed in front of the rood's chancel, one acolyte boy winked and the other again slightly pursed his lips at Julian. The girls again sneered and the Rector's growing erection pointed the way.

The parishioners, by local tradition, left row by row, beginning with the first row and, hence, Auntie Jane and Julian.

"Julian, I expect your finest sissy mince down the aisle. Anything less will get you publicly spanked on the church steps!" Auntie Jane whispered in a tone clearly not to be trifled with. "Small steps, elbows locked to your waist, purse daintily held and wrists limp. Be sure to smile at all the communicants. They all want to meet you."

Talk about a mortified mince!

"After you, my dear," said Auntie.

"Yes, Ma'am!" said the sissy.

Showtime!

"You had best be good. No, 'exceptional,'" said Auntie. "Make your Auntie Jane proud! Or pay the price at the chapel's steps!

"Frankly, I cannot decide which I want more."

And he did - more in a trance than with conscience. Almost by rote, as if he had been at this long enough to acquire rote, which of course, he had not.

Maybe it was natural?

Refined, elegant people smiled at him; he smiled at the terribly elegant people. Men seemed a bit ungainly as they sought to reposition themselves. In some ways it was just like being back at his own Park Avenue parish.

Women seemed to sense play with a new toy. Their older children, only over eighteen years olds were welcomed in church for this service, looked at him with expressions varying from lust to disgust.

Well, a prig is as a prig does...

The irony was lost on practically everyone.

Julian smiled and smiled. Mr. Wigglie just wiggled. All was fine until Julian found himself face to face with a canopy restored cassock worn by Canon Cockburn and the exit door. Quite by instinct Julian offered his free hand and performed a little near-curtsey dip.

"How utterly charming, Jane. What is this fair fellow's name?" he said.

"You old fart, Chessy, you perfectly know this is Julian, my new sissy charge for the summer!" spat out Auntie Jane with a smile that would have made a pit viper proud. "And he's off limits, for at least the time being.

"And I will expect you over at my camp tomorrow morning for further 'enlightenment' on this subject. Your pathetic woodie during the service was a disgrace worthy of a taste of some finer Adirondack birch saplings! Poetic, isn't it? I'm sure your will be punctual, but then you always are...

"Meanwhile, you do have you little acolytes, but then at least half of them clearly would not mind Julian in flagrante, and the other half can't wait to see him to skirts! I'm sure one of the little trollops will rub your nub by then end of the day, but don't you dare fuck with my day! Julian's flagrante delicto is MY scene!

Got it, Rev?

"Yes, Mum," the defeated man responded, his eyes glued to a large engraved signet ring on Auntie Jane's left middle finger.

Auntie ended the exchange with, "A wise choice, Chessy. We all know your history... We women now run this parish for a reason. Another piece of wood from you in church, and I will personally chain saw it off!"

"Yes, Mum," responded the consummately crimped Canon.

*****

Epiphany tea on the lawn was more of the same. Thinly veneered patrician elegance vainly attempting to cover over the most carnal and kinky desires to little or no benefit.

The younger, under eighteen, children were marshaled off to the rectory that was distant from the church lawn where the congregants met to take tea. Each one secretly was assessing the possibilities for the upcoming week, if not the remainder of the day. The new sissy was very much on their agenda!

Auntie Jane surveyed the options, already knowing the predetermined ending. A sissy should begin with sissies. And the sissies she had in mind were changing out of their liturgical vestments. The rest of the lechers, male and female, could wait for Hades to freeze over for all she cared.

In the end this was her lake and her sissy toy.

Soon enough, the two boy acolytes arrived at the party, freshly changed out of their vestments. Holding hands, they made a beeline to Auntie Jane.

"Good afternoon, boys," Auntie said in greeting. "I know you're dying to meet Julian. Isn't he just yummy in his little sailor's outfit?"

"Yes, Miss Bichier, and he is adorable," they responded in unison.

Julian wanted to sink into the lawn, but then noticed that both boys were dressed as outrageously as he. Both wore pink patent mary janes and white frilly sissy socks identical to his. They also wore shorts like his, but made from black velvet and with pink heart-shaped peenie bibs buttoned to their fronts and matching pink sashes about their slim, girlish waists.

Julian could not fail to notice that their little 'hearts' were beating at a very intense rate. But then his little 'anchor' was trying mightily to weigh its bib mooring. Busy bibs all!

Their white blouses were made from heavy chiffon and had full long sleeves ending in lacy French cuffs with pearl fasteners. Their long, perfectly manicured nails were done in a soft pink frosted color that Julian had failed to notice in church. Both wore large pearly rings and smaller pearl bracelets. Each carried a purse similar to Julian's but with pink bows attached.

Their blouses, themselves, buttoned up the back with many cloth covered buttons and had ruffled high collars about which were broad pink bow ties. The full sleeves continued to their shoulders and joined a flat top extending down to just above their pointed tiny titties, where gathered fabric took over before being neatly tucked into their sashes.

They wore makeup similar to Julian's, but had creamy pink lipstick that matched their nails. Both had beautiful brown eyes and very full, but still boyish light brown hair with cute pink bows pinned to one side.

Auntie continued her introduction, "Julian, these delectable little sissy morsels are Austin and Chauncey. They're twins and like to do everything together."

Turning to the twins, she continued, "Now boys, I want you show Julian how pretty sissy boys like you properly greet each other. Why don't you go first Austin?"

The boy on the right nodded, stepped over to Julian wrapped his arm about him, looked straight into his radiant blue eyes, smiled and then proceeded to give him an increasingly deep and long kiss.

Julian's body went limp before regaining first a tingle, and then a rush of sexual energy the likes of which he had never experienced before. It was heaven on earth. Soon he was fully responding, their young, lithe bodies intertwined, each feeling the other's strident twinkie.

A shameless performance, but neither boy cared a whit. Neither did anyone else except Chauncey who wanted his turn at the new sissy. Every 'gentleman' present had a least one hand in his, or someone else's, pocket. The ladies, most of whom were seated, re-crossed their legs.

To one side, Josh and Jack watched with the keen eye of a hawk watching a young bunny emerge from his hole. "If he kisses like that, imagine..." Jock sighed.

Eventually the sissies parted and returned to staring at each other with unbridled lust. As if out of a dream Julian heard clipping and realized through his besotted brain that the people were applauding him. However, before he could even blush, Chauncey charged and went directly to deep, body rubbing drool exchange.

Within two or three nanoseconds Julian was again in la-la lustland. If was not until several moments later that Auntie Jane steeped forward and separated the two lusting lads.

"Well, Julian, you certainly seem taken by the boys. I know that you are no stranger to other boys - wasn't it with that Kinderwurst boy whom you played those naughty games a couple of years ago?"

"How could she know about that?" Julian wondered.

For several months he had a 'secret' childhood dalliance with a schoolmate named Kevin Kinderwurst. Outside of the initial 'I'll do it to you, if you do it to me,' it always seemed that Julian always performed the latter, but rarely enjoyed the former. There always was reason for Kevin to leave once his creamies departed his plums.

Auntie cut short Julian's growing embarrassment with, "Boys, why don't you take Julian for a walk down along the lake shore and show him the sights? I know these teas sometimes are tedious for you sissy boys."

"Yes, Miss Bichier," the boys chorused.

"I'll mind your handbags, but first I think you boys might tidy up your faces."

The boys had powdered and reapplied their lip gloss, with each twin helping Julian with the finer touches.

After Auntie Jane collected their handbags with a sly smile and bade them to run along and have fun, each twin took one of Julian's hands into theirs and began skipping their way towards the water.

Skipping was a whole new event in Julian's relationship with Mr. Wigglie, and in no time he was squealing in soprano tones. Reaching the water's edge and slightly out of breath, Austin said to his brother, "Oh, Chauncey, I think Julian is playing host to our old friend Mr. Wigglie. He must be in a desperate state!"

"The poor dear!" replied the nearly drooling twin. "Let's walk down to the old dollhouse; the younger kids are all up at the rectory. This way Julian."

The three sissies carefully walked, still hand-in-hand with Chauncey in the lead, Julian in the middle and Austin in the rear, down a path along the lake for about a quarter mile until they came to a miniature replica of a Victorian gingerbread house.

"Isn't it cute," said Chauncey. "The sissy girls love to come here and play with the dolls, not to mention their own dollies. There's nice soft carpeting and a lot of silky cushions."

"Let's go," offered Austin with his proud pecker pointing the way. "Time we gave this sissy some relief!"

"Oooh, yeeesss!" was all Julian could pant out.

He was completely in the thrall of these two beautiful boys and wanted to give as good as he was sure he was going to get, unlike that brutish Kevin Kinderwurst - plus these boys were seriously cute!

They entered the dollhouse through a smallish, but manageable door to enter a room that they were able to stand full erect in. None being over five foot-six inches helped considerably.

"Group huggies!" proclaimed the twins again in unison, and all three boys seemed to melt together with lips, hands and body rubies going everywhere. Kissing was a true passion to all three. The sheer electrical energy generated amongst the three boys could have powered the Empire State Building. Moans and sighs abounded as the boys succumbed to the most natural urges.

"I want you," escaped out of Julian's mouth during one particularly long moan.

"Which one, silly?" came back from Austin. "Why not try both? Then Chauncey and I will take you on the sissy swoon of your life. And we true sissies ALWAYS return the favor!"

Julian just wanted to inhale these lovely sissy boys in that very special way sissies do. And those little beating hearts were adorable. So, on his knees he went as the twins began undoing the little buttons securing their pink peenie bibs.

What came out was one of the prettiest things Julian had ever seen: two of the most perfectly shaped, symmetrical, erect, peenies on the face of the Earth - both weeping little sissy tears of joy! Much larger than his, but just ripe for quality loving.

Better yet, they were wrapped like the fanciest of gifts in fine, frilly peenie petals!

"Sooo suckable," Julian sighed in a swoon before he greedily took the first into his mouth, neither knowing, nor caring whose it was. The taste, feel and even smell were delicious! Once he cleaned that lollipop, he turned to the other in a frenzy to consume cockette. The twins hugged one-another as they tweaked each-other's needy nipples. Without a word said, both knew that the prospects for the summer had become instantly better, even though both realized that young Julian was destined for frocks and girlie things.

Neither did they deny the young poppet's mouth its creamie rewards. First one, and then the other feed their hungry little chick the nectar he so needed in copious quantities.

All three boys took a moment to recover and then Chauncey leaned over and gently laid Julian over an assortment of soft, fluffy cushions. The main course was about to be served.

Austin's mouth came down on Julian's sweet cummy lips in a lip-lock that stirred both boys' souls while Chauncey finally achieved 'anchor's aweigh,' by unbuttoning Julian's peenie bib.

"Oh, Austin, his petit peenie's perfect!" Chauncey squealed. "Sooo pink and cute!"

"You be sure to show him how it's done," cautioned Austin as his mouth went down on Julian's succulent left nipple right through his sailor's blouse, caring little for the lipstick marks he was leaving.

Neither did Julian who was currently residing in sowette heaven. Such sensations were things beyond his most prurient dreams. Chauncey was fully descend upon all of Julian's peenie petal-proffered little jewels.

Never had Julian felt anything remotely akin what these experienced sissies were doing to him. If his pretty little mary janes and sissy socks were off, one could have seen sparks gapping between his toes.

Julian spurted in a way that would have made the Old Faithful geyser look like a cheap squirt gun, but the double team onslaught continued unabated as the twins switched positions. The heady aroma of sweet sissy cum was everywhere, and the second act was just beginning as the twins changed positions.

Austin had raised Julian's legs over his shoulders and was doing things with his tongue that Julian had never dreamed of while Chauncey pulled up his blouse and was directly attacking his throbbing nipples with a ravenous mouth. Soon, Chauncey had the side of Julian's shorts undone and had snaked his hand down to make contact with the infamous Mr. Wigglie - a 'friend' with whom both twins were intimately familiar.

The main event was about to begin - Julian's trip for to a far distant universe where he had never been, but soon would be a frequent visitor, if not resident scholar.

Chauncey deeply kissed the besotted cumquat as he gently teased Mr. Wigglie's base. As Julian entered a deeper swoon, Chauncey descended on the poor poppet's nipples with renewed ravage while his hand began to move Mr. Wigglie in and out of Julian's sissy hole.

Austin put his Hoover-mouth on super suck and Julian was launched into outer space, not to reach full trajectory until he landed on Planet, or Asteroid as the case may be, Pluto.

And a very noisy landing it was because Julian turned out to be a bit of a screamer.

Back at the terribly proper Epiphany Chapel tea all heard Julian's 'landing,' although not a person acknowledged it in word. Wet or gooey under things were quite another matter.

Thus was Julian's welcome to Lake Orenda's summer recreation program.

To be continued...

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Sissy Julian - Chapter III, Further Development
by: sissystevie

Dear readers, as I write along my plotline, this originally conceived minor scene became a major one, justifying a chapter - at least to me. I am experimenting here at BC and looking for reader feed-back.

Therefore, I am going ahead and posting it as is. This is a little side step in Julian's way. I fully intend on concluding the series in ten or fewer chapters. Chapter III concludes the introductory portion of the story. I have made small factual changes to the first two chapters as I moved along to be consistent with details.

Caution: This chapter is basically a protracted bondage and discipline scene, but I hope much it contains more. The discipline portion is pretty minimal, at least by my standards. Please do consider the humor along the way.

Anyway, just when Julian's Lake Orenda experience seemed perfect, even if he is not about to admit it, circumstances change. But then Julian and the twins were very naughty boys, and we all know what happens to naughty sissies.

So, if lots of frilly sissy outfits, super swishy behavior and a little kink - not to mention dominant women - are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking.

It is also a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is still rated R, despite the limited bondage and discipline scene. If I am wrong in this, please let me know.

Sissy Julian
Chapter III — Further Development
by sissystevie

What a mess!

The three thoroughly expended sissies were tangled to the point that it would be difficult to determine where one began and the other left off. Smooth, slender limbs were akimbo. At last the threesome's spent peenies rested quietly in their soiled petals. The sweet smell of sissy juice permeated the room.

Worse, their once pretty hairdos looked as if they were groomed by eggbeaters and their faces made up with deck mops. The once perfectly pressed and spotlessly clean sissy outfits looked as if they had gone four quarters with the Chicago Bears in a January snow storm.

The first to get a glimpse into the obvious was Austin.

It was not a pretty sight.

"Oh my God, she has out purses," he said aloud. "We are sooo screwed!"

"I'd like to be screwed," came back from Julian's outpost on Planet Pluto.

"Me, too," offered a still enraptured Chauncey.

"Chauncey, you idiot! Wake up and get a grip of something other than Julian's cock!" snapped Austin as total fear began gripping his stomach. "Think trashed sissy and Miss Bichier. Then recall that we left our cleverly filled handbags with her. How the 'H' are we gonna clean up? This is sooo not good!"

The situation hit Chauncey like the crack of a whip, which he knew was the likly outcome of their situation. After a moment he asked, "Do you know what time it is? Do we have time to sneak up to the chapel?"

"Chauncey, you know our little timepieces are with the makeup and clean up stuff in our handbags and, to repeat, Miss Bichier has them," snapped back a now petrified Austin. "It was brilliant to bring those clean sticks, but so dumb to leave them behind."

"Austin," Chauncey replied, "this ain't the first time that bitch has put us into a position like this. Remember last summer?"

"Too well!" sighed Austin. "Get the new sissy up and try to clean him up a bit. I'll check outside and see if we can make a dash for the chapel."

"Seems like a plan!" a slightly cheered Chauncey responded as he dragged Julian to his feet.

Of course it was no such thing as at that very moment the church bell rang out to signal the end of tea.

"Damn, we dozed off for too long! Whadda we gonna do? Hide?" a panicked Chauncey said.

"Right, hide on a small island. Now there's a plan!" sneered Austin. "Anyway, the last person who tried that was birched so badly she couldn't sit for over a week. No thanks.

"Untidy, poor presently sissy is minor next to rebellious sissy. Suck it up and let's go take our medicine. Get the new sissy in gear. Better he doesn't know what's goin' down.

"And we thought we were smarter than her this time...Geesh! Well, maybe most of the people will have left by the time we get there."

*****

Wrong again, sissyboy!

It was a packed house, or lawn in the immediate case. The terribly dignified communicants just could not wait to see Mary Jane Bichier in action - as long as they were observers and not participants. The crew of creamy cumquats just made it sweeter.

Jane Elizabeth Bichier steeled herself not to laugh as the motley trio approached. They were a sight! Their quick attempt to clean up just made matters worse. Not one peenie bib was straight, and the lipstick mark over Julian's left nipple was simply priceless. It looked like a little pink badge with a wet nipple outline sticking out from its center.

"Sometimes you just couldn't make this stuff up," she giggled to herself.

She also had the warm feeling of a plan perfectly coming together. The besotted boys were more than willing to hand over their carefully constructed repair kits once their surging hormones kicked in. The twins were an easy mark for the juicy Julian lure, and now she was reeling them in.

"They are really sooo predictable," She thought. "Too bad that creampuff Chauncey didn't talk Austin into hiding. Now that really would have been grand sport!"

Heads down, mary janes scuffing along and arms dejectedly at their sides, the cherubs progressed single file through the assembled, seemingly aloof onlookers, hardly noticing their south of the belt distressed conditions.

Auntie Jane, standing on a brick patio, looked like an Amazon schoolmarm to the boys in her Victorian gray silk skirt and blouse, crisp coral sash, perfectly coiffed Gibson Girl silver hair and very high coral pink heels.

"And just what do we have here?" she began. "Only a short while ago I sent off three perfectly presentable boys to explore the lake path. Returning I find three dilatory, disheveled, disgraceful, disgusting doxies who clearly have been doing the naughtiest sissy things. We could smell your peenie paste before we even laid eyes on your pathetic presence."

Turning to the girls who earlier had served as acolytes, Auntie Jane continued, "Flossie and Bunny, please fetch the binding ribbons and the large tawse from the chapel's choir room.

"Now, your despicable little dickettes, just look at those beautiful girls. See how obedient and perfectly turned out the girls are? Their cute little dresses are as crisp and wonderful as they were when they put them on this morning. You all would do well to model your lives after them.

The girls were dressed in the most amazing crinoline lined little pink girl party dresses Julian had ever seen. The lace, frills and sissy bows put his destroyed sailor's suit to shame.

The twins thought the dresses were stupid. Pantyboys were okay, but frilly girls were the waste of quality cockette.

Julian, without any conscious realization, just wanted the dresses. Despite his dire predicament, he swooned at how pretty the frocks were.

Sensing their unique reactions, Auntie Jane moved to the dock boys and said, "Josh and Jock, please secure some lines over the "Pouf Bunny's" engine compartment for Julian's ride home. I assume you will recall how I demonstrated it to you. I will leave it to you lads to escort the twins home when I am done with them.

"Now, my wretched messy-missy miscreants, stand in a line before the congregation and put your hands behind your backs."

She walked down the front of the sissy line and then returned via their backs as if inspecting troops. When she was once again standing before them in all her regal splendor, she said, "As you boys apparently do not fully appreciate how to treat your pretty outfits and clearly are more interested in prurient pursuits, I want you all to undress down to your peenie petals. You may leave on your jewelry, sissy socks and mary janes."

The boys looked in horror at her, their faces turning shades of red. Tears were openly flowing down from their Bambi eyes, and their lips were chattering.

After a few moments of savoring the hapless milksops' dilemma, Auntie Jane ended their inaction by hissing, "STRIP!"

With shaking hands, they all did.

"Well, perhaps you can follow orders after all," she smirked more that stated. "Hands behind your back, stand up straight, titties forward 'girls!'"

Again she reviewed the troops, as it were. This time she closely inspected each boy's peenie petal making sure to touch each lipstick smeared lollipopsie in a manner to arouse it. On the back side she caressed each plump pale white bun as if examining a fine fabric, which only exacerbated the sissy's forward extension issues.

Never had Julian felt so utterly humiliated. Being virtually naked was far worse than being dressed, however bizarrely. More tellingly, it contrasted him to the twins, who clearly were just beautiful boys with almost normal sized peenies and flat chests, despite their engorged nipples. Julian was finer boned and more delicate in stature. Both his peenie and waist were smaller, his limbs more slender and his girlie titties very much more pronounced.

"Now I want each sissy to remove your peenie petal and put it into your mouth. Julian, you may leave your little peenie bell ring on.

"You all like the taste of your paste so much it really is the least that your old, dear Auntie can I can do for you!"

"Oh no," muttered Chauncey.

"Oh, yes, my forlorn, fair-haired fairy!" snapped Auntie Jane. "And before each of you puts that delectable confection of silk, lace and heaven only knows what else into your mouth, I want you to thank Auntie for being so terribly considerate of your needs, even if it's sucking on your disgusting, depraved and soiled peenie petal."

Sissy faces were transitioning from merely red to crimson.

Austin had the wit to realize any option short of total obedience was a sure, and soon to be sore, loser and muttered out, "Thank you Miss Bichier for allowing me to suck on my disgusting, depraved and soiled peenie petal."

"Why, you're most welcome, Austin."

Chauncey followed suit with a weeping Julian bringing up the rear, all returning their hands behind their backs, just as the acolytes and dock boys returned from their appointed missions. Auntie Jane made a special point of touching Jock's cheek whilst looking at an absolutely amazing tent in his shorts, adding, "Never fear, all in good time my pet.

"Okie dokie, girls, do you remember your knots and pretty bow lessons from Miss Jane?"

As both girls nodded with smiles that would have made the Cheshire Cat cringe, Auntie said, "Then hand me the tawse, and show Auntie just how well."

'Well' understated their efforts. Each sissy was bound in only three places, but it was perfection.

The first reinforced pink satin binding went about each sissy's arms, just above his elbows, securing them close together. The second was about each boy's legs, like the elbows, just above his knees. The third ribbon secured the peenie petal within each sissy's mouth. Each binding was finished off in the most adorable huge sissy bows - the elbows and gag to the back; knees to the front.

Talk about teasingly trussed trollops! The finishing touch was a thinner pink satin ribbon wrapped about each sissy's teapot, again with an ever-so-perfect sissy bow at the top of its base.

With each new truss, and especially the last, each sissy's peenie seemed to expand in concert with the ever deepening color in his cheeks.

This surely was an 'Epiphany' event in the making.

However, Canon Chessy, the legendary local liturgical leader, was absent. Still terrified of Auntie Jane's chainsaw, he was more than content to remain back in the woods humping a particularly responsive maple sapling and about to make his own syrup.

A similar effect was rampant amongst the most proper of parishioners. The sight of an impeccably bred, incredibly beautiful and elegantly tuned-out woman lording it over helpless, hapless, beautiful young males was simply too much. Every man there wanted Miss Jane, many women wanted her as well, and they all secretly craved the sissies.

Despite the icky issue of their expanding and ever dampening under things, they accepted that very few, if any, would be granted the pleasure of such sweet sissy delights, let alone the regal Jane Elizabeth Bichier. They simply wanted a 'scene' - something to tantalize them.

But was this not a terrible proper Sunday parish tea on the chapel's lawn?

Auntie Jane may have been amused by the onlookers, but she was not impressed. Despite her fun with them, sissies were very real people with very real lives to be sorted out in a difficult world.

Privately she held some of the newer people in special deep contempt. They were 'nouveaux riche' to the point of becoming a cliché, unlike her forbearers who first came to the Lake. Just watching the current crop of investment bankers and hedge funds types play 'roller ball' in their slacks was just too delicious.

"Masters of the Universe?" she scoffed to herself. "Give me a week with any of them and then we'll see what we have!" Right then and there she decided to just that to a couple of them over the summer just for the sport of it.

Her musing over, Auntie Jane turned to the task at hand.

"Thank you Bunny and Flossie, you did a beautiful job," she announced. "Now it's high time to put some color in the little dears' cheeks.

"Lessons to be learned and all that.

"Bunny, you hold Austin, and Flossie, please hold Chauncey. You both know the proper position. And, Jock, you may hold your darling little girlie Julian. Just watch how the girls do it."

Auntie Jane ran her hand over the long tawse. Although it was kept at the chapel, it was her personal whip - designed and made to her exacting specifications. Merely holding it got many glands a-flowing, both hers and others.

It ran over three feet in length and was technically a Scottish tawse by its split ends, but the actual function was different. It actually took several years, and more than few semi-willing derriá¨res, to develop.

First it was a double tawse with two straps of leather, rather than one. This was simply to increase the noise and also to mute the sting, but not the dreaded 'thud.' It was also made from specially treated supple leather. True, BDSM enthusiasts might refer to it as a wussy whip. It was designed for both visual and psychological effects, not sadistic results.

What it would do is absolutely terrorize the simpering sissies and render them with the very reddest of red buns for a few hours. Time and effect enough for the point to be made. Real harm would be non-existent, but the lesson would be learned and, in the case of Julian, responses better known.

Auntie Jane saw one particularly offensive 'Master of the Universe' drooling and silently selected her first student for the summer. He was about to get off over these sweet sissies' torment, thinking he might do the same.

"Fat chance!" she sneered to herself as she fingered the large, crest engraved signet ring on her middle finger that had terrified the Canon earlier. "Color that dumbstick mine. Idiots like him were meant to be hurt."

The arrogant twit had just enrolled in Miss Jane's special little school, and he did not even have a clue - only the details needed to be worked out.

The firm cow hide tawse would be his introduction. His little trophy yuppie, trophy ex-model wifie would be even more fun, especially when she discovered the sweet joys of lesbian sex.

Ah, the sweet pleasures of a quiet, refined summer at Lake Orenda! Pluperfect elites shown for what they are, the rev a'sapping, a beautiful dominatrix presiding and sissies displayed in the most compromising positions in the church yard.

Thwack - Went the tawse over poor Austin's ass - the left cheek to be precise.

"Oooh," went the sissy.

It was followed by five of the best, three to each tush mound, leaving both a glowing scarlet that matched his crimson facial cheeks.

The little chump Chauncey followed, with appropriately greater squeals, which brought the event to the new sissy, our very own Julian.

Auntie Jane lingered to again feel his sweet, soft tush before reaching in to move the base of Mr. Wigglie. Within moments, Julian puddled in pleasure. Never did his eyes leave the circus-sized tent in Jocks shorts as he held Julian's shoulders. As Julian began to moan, Jock's already impressive sissy stabber grew into a pansy impaler.

Auntie Jane knowingly smiled in satisfaction, her panty's going from damp to soaked, as she grasped Mr. Wigglie's base and quickly, but expertly removed it in one fell swoop, sorry that she would miss his facial expression, but delighted with the priceless muffled squeal.

"Tawse time," she breathily announced as the first stroke expertly fell on its tender, plump target with a resounding "Thwack."

Julian was prepared from a full cut of some imagined draconian Asian penal cane. After the initial shock, the tawse simply made love to him.

With the last two strokes he actually raised his bum to meet the whip. This told Auntie Jane all she needed to know. She added two more of her best to equal response. The finished bum was a sea of scarlet and the bricks beneath the sissy were sticky-wet.

"Mmmm, a burning bum so becomes you, Julian," Auntie Jane cooed as she rubbed his be-redded buns with the cool, supple leather of the tawse. "Now you understand so much more, do you not my pet?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the sissy nodded and muffled out, sensing that he had just entered a not so brave new world.

"That's so nice to hear, my pet. Now I shall take you home and put you into a nice pretty nightie after a soothing bubbly bath.

"Sweet sissy lessons learned today and tomorrow will be a better day, as will every day after that," she cooed into his ear between gentle kisses to his cheek.

"However you must complete your lesson whilst going home. Do that well and your Auntie will see that you sleep a sound sissy slumber."

"Josh and Jock, take this sissy and mount him upon the 'Pouf Bunny.' No doubt his tender buns will thank you for their breezy ride home. Then come back and take the other two to a small lake island of your choosing before returning them to their quarters for the evening."

*****

They bound Julian's ankles and wrists with the pre-arranged lines from all four corners of the inboard engine compartment of Auntie Jane's vintage runabout. When done, his scarlet cheeks were held high and into the forward bow direction.

*****

Julian was indeed a very well aired sissy when the "Pouf Bunny" docked.

To be continued...

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Sissy Julian - Chapter IV, A New Morning

by: sissystevie

Julian begins his new Lake Orenda regime as he is quite uniquely prepared for a day in the village. So, if lots of frilly sissy outfits, super swishy behavior and a little kinky sex - not to mention very dominant women - are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking.

It is also a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R.

Revised: 24 July 2007

Chapter IV, A New Morning

"Bon matin, ma cherie," sang out the comely soubrette Giselle as she swept open the curtains in Julian's super sissy-sumptuous bedroom.

"S'éveiller! Get up! Today veel be a busy one pour ma petite sissie."

Julian stirred, still very much unaccustomed to his new surroundings. The fine bed linens and silk nightgown were simple divine. The tight curlers in his hair were entirely another matter.

"Vite, vite! Into the loo and prepare yourself!" the menacing maid demanded.

Julian managed to tend to his regular morning ablutions, thankful once again for the fancy bidet, and soon found himself seated at 'his' frilly makeup vanity with his tittie suction tubes attached. Giselle did one side of his face and made Julian do the other. After several attempts the two sides mostly matched. She then showed him how to remove his curlers and brush out his hair into a pretty short sissy bob.

Thusly prepared, the exceptionally effeminate Julian Beauchaps Saint Ambrose was first led to a chest of drawers for frilly topped white sissy socks and lingerie - such as it was, which was not very much as each private part that proper lingerie covered, his lingerie exposed. Then it was on to the wardrobe for his clothes and baby blue patent leather mary jane styled pumps with both amazing four inch heels and large matching bows on their toes. Finally they returned to the vanity for accessories that consisted of tiny heart-shaped dangly earrings, one large garish and strangely loosely fitting pale aquamarine ring for each hand and a pearl strand bracelet and anklet, each with a little blue charm attached.

It was all just too much of a whirlwind for the befuddled boichick to absorb just what he was being put into. The naughty feeling of his scandalous frilly silk panties and a matching training bra was just too delicious. The panties had ruffled openings for both his teapot and his sweet sissy bum-cheeks. The bra was open at its cup-tips.

It all really was so very decadent - and divine - to the boy.

Plus, he really, really adored his short wavy blonde hairdo, especially how it hung down from a broad baby blue bow to partially cover his heavily made-up left eye. The thick liner, heavy mascara and frosted blue shadow gave both of his bright blue eyes a beguiling, wide-eyed look.

Once again he had round, clown-like rouge circles on his cheeks. His lipstick and nail polish were a white frost with pale blue and pink highlights.

Then, when completely dressed, he took in the end result of the morning's dressing creation in the long dressing mirror whilst Giselle hit him with an excessive dose of the most obscene flowery perfume scent imaginable.

"Whoa!" the muddled milksop exclaimed in such a high voice that it even shocked him as his delicate, enameled finger tips came up to cover his gaping glossed mouth.

The fact that, completely without guile or forethought, his hips were tilted at an opposing angle to his shoulders, knees placed together, feet pigeon-toed and head slightly dipped in a 'come hither' look entirely escaped him.

Looking back through the glass was the pluperfect pouf.

Taken alone, the longish, full blond hair, doe-like eyes, rosy cupid lips and spot-rouged cheeks were things sissy dreams were made of. However, when combined with the very unique outfit, it was devastating. His body literally shimmered in delight.

Julian did not even notice the camera flashes as he became absorbed in what was now his favorite topic - himself! Giselle had a difficult time holding the camera steady as she giggled.

"Quelle poule mouillée!"

If yesterday's sailor's outfit was on the sissy side, today's was a semi-butch Shirley Temple on steroids. Yesterday's navy blue became today's soft baby blue. Likewise, if yesterday's perky outfit and merely suggested sissy, then today's simply shrieked sissy.

Julian redefined the phrase 'simpering prissy pantywaist.' And little did the quivering cumquat have any idea of how much devilish planning went into it.

Key to the outfit's fiendish design was his shorts. In fact they were the keystone that controlled all the other carefully orchestrated elements. They were made from a shiny baby blue stretch silk fabric and were fastened tightly at his left side with many tiny cloth covered baby blue buttons. The waist was high and legs were short to the point of resembling tulip panties.

His teapot protruded through the front opening and there simply was no seat. The rear of the shorts firmly circled his twin fanny orbs, making them look even more pleasingly plump. From the front of the wide waistband, broad straps with sharply ruffled sides extended over his shoulders and crossed in back before attaching to his rear waistband.

Cute sissy bows abounded, with the most prominent being a broad baby blue silk waist sash with equally huge bow in back. Other bows appeared at the sides of the leg openings. The long bow ends dangled across the tight, but very open, seat of the shorts and continued down past his thighs.

The ends of Julian's silk panties extended in broad rings of white frills, tulle and lace beneath the short's tight leg and derriá¨re openings, which, along with the short's shoulder straps, tugged on his panties as he moved.

Today the infamous peenie petal had been replaced with a simple baby blue satin ribbon that tightly circled his tiny teapot with one loop and the base of his popsie with a second tight loop before being tied off into a broad bow at its top. The ever caring and nurturing Giselle had even tied another matching satin ribbon about Julian's popsie stick just under its tiny, but quite swollen, head. A humiliating small silver bell hung down from the insulting 'head tie.'

His baby blue, be-ribboned, and belled peenie and plums were exposed through the tightly elasticized, white ruffled holes in both his panties and short-shorts. It was maddeningly erect and bobbed back and forth as he moved, the tiny bell ringing out as a clarion call to all who might be in earshot. If he moved his shoulders, the short's straps made his teapot move, and when he took a step, the tight leg holes made it move. Julian, looking forward into the mirror, failed to appreciate the parallel jiggles the tight shorts and panties caused across his denuded derriá¨re.

The combination of movement, silk and lace confinement, and horrendous humiliation ensured that his popsie would stand at attention for a very long time. Not only was the poor dear dressed in an outfit suitable for Missy Sissy of the Universe, but he was displayed in a manner to clearly show that his (very) 'little man' loved it!

However, the outfit's fun did not stop there. Julian's tiny titties had received much the same treatment to ensure his nipples remained standing at equal attention to his well-pronged popsie. His training bra matched his panties with its white silk and frilly trim. Its straps were fat with ruffles and lace, and its open tips allowed for full exposure of his dreadfully distended nipples.

His blouse was almost literally the icing on the proverbial cupcake. It was made from shimmering silk organza with lace trim and tightly buttoned up the back with tiny like-cloth covered buttons up to its very high, ruffle topped neck. Its very short sleeves were tiny little puffs ending in tight hems trimmed with a delicate blue bows.

The sheer organza allowed full view of Julian's frilly training bra except over his tingling titties, where it was, like his bra, quite open. Round, lace edged holes exposed each of his puffy nipples. The shorts' shoulder straps embraced the outside of each cup, only emphasizing the proffered mounds as it caused them to jiggle with every movement the milksop made.

Not only were his nibbly nipples fully exposed, but Giselle had tied tiny little baby blue satin ribbons at the base of each nipple, finishing it in a cute little bow on top. A little silver bell dangled from the bottom of each nipple binding.

Capping the blouse off, as it were, was a huge, forward facing preconstructed bow that matched his sash that snapped closed with a distinct click about the back of his blouse's long, slender neck. Its stiff bow reached out past Julian's narrow shoulders and the long ends hung down to the outside of each tantalizing tittie, both framing and teasing it.

Julian's outfitting was completed with the addition of short white lace gloves with tulle and lace halos about his wrists and a tiny heart shaped baby blue handbag. His formerly loosely fitted rings now snugly fit on the outside of the gloves as did his charm bracelet that snugly fit between his lace cover palm and the tulle trim.

"Et, enfin, Monsieur le Vigglie," Giselle announced as she approached the befuddled Julian with the devilishly designed dildo.

As she lubricated the long undulating prod, Julian noticed that the base of Mr. Wigglie was covered with a frilly tulle and lace knob-like, sheath. Attached to the sheath by a ten inch satin baby blue satin ribbon was yet another silver bell.

"Oooh, ma cher kumquat, prépare-toi!" Giselle said as she slowly rammed the devastating dildo deeply into the proffered pansy's posterior.

Julian shrieked out, attaining a new 'personal best' in the high octave category.

Without further ado, a most disconcerted and quite wobbly in his new high heels Julian was led down to a screened in porch for inspection and a light breakfast. His descent down the stairs produced its own sonata of squeals and shrieks as Mr. Wigglie worked his magic deep within the hapless sissy's love chamber. The din from the bells could have setoff a four alarm fire department response.

Finally arriving at the porch, Julian encountered and elegantly done pink and green print chintz covered breakfast table with an even more elegant Jane Elizabeth Bichier seated and awaiting him.

Instinctively and entirely without thinking, Julian went into an awkward half bow-half curtsey, with full Mr. Wigglie squeal, whilst worshiping the elegant woman before him.

Actually, 'elegant' understated Auntie Jane is so many ways. Not to compare a northeastern á¼ber-wasp to a southern steel magnolia, but suffice it to say that a Bessemer furnace had never even contemplated, let only produced, the amount of steel in Jane Elizabeth Bichier.

Once again she was in the post Victorian, Edwardian style of dress. Her Gibson Girl styled hair flowed about her head in that perfect 'causal' upward bun that was the product of careful, skillful attention. Her dress followed her hair: a high necked, pure Egyptian cotton, finely laced, perfectly pressed pink blouse and matching chintzed, shiny lime green mid calf skirt. The bold coral pink crepe de chine cummerbund about her slim waist matched her high, French heels, long nails and glossed lips.

Despite Jane Elizabeth Bichier's middle age, with her tight alabaster skin, flowing platinum blond-silver hair and long willowy figure, she could have posed for the cover page of "Ladies Home Journal" circa 1912. Adorning her middle finger was the curious signet ring that had so terrified the Canon the day before.

"Well, now what do we have here?" the imperially imposing Auntie Jane queried. "A deaf man could have heard you approaching.

"What are you really, Julian? Just another little simpering swishy sissy, or a beautiful butterfly awaiting to burst forth for her cocoon?"

Julian just shook in abject humiliation. In truth, his outfit was the most exciting thing he had even worn, let alone dreamed of. Far too much was going on in his self besotted mind to comprehend.

Without either expecting or awaiting an answer, she continued, "Come over and stand before me with your hands behind your back, please.

"Julian, do you know why you are dressed this way today?"

"No, Auntie Jane, I do not. I thought yesterday's outfit was sufficiently sissy," stammered out a clearly distraught young man.

As slight smile came to Auntie Jane's face as she looked deeply into Julian's deer-in-the-headlamp eyes. "Actually it has everything to do with yesterday, my little hussy. You behavior with the twins was utterly disgusting and you total disrespect for your pretty little sailor's suit despicable.

"You ruined the one peenie petal I had in your size. You know they just don't make standard ones so small. However, Giselle tells me that Mrs. Bestlace in the Orenda Lake Village will make up some for you. We will be stopping in to see her later this morning. She wants to call your special size a 'Dolly Dress.' Isn't that so special? Barely a day here and you have your very own sissy accoutrement design.

"Now won't that be just so much fun?"

Her hands traced the outlines of Julian's budding breasts, lightly tweaking his engorged nipples as her eyes inspected first his face and then his pointy little mounds.

Julian was too much in shock about another foray into public, especially in his current state of bizarre dress, to pay any attention until Auntie Jane touched his throbbing nipple.

Regaining his attention, Auntie Jane continued, "You know, Julian, you actually are more naturally feminine than my own daughter. She will be delighted with you when she arrives later this week. And by summer's end you will have perfectly formed little girlie breasts to add to your femininity. Does that excite my little dress-up doll?"

Again, not waiting for any response from the befuddled sissy who was contemplating how a 'Miss' Bichier had a daughter, she allowed her hand to move down and lightly touch Julian's be-ribboned boyhood.

"And this," she teased looking at Julian tiny twinkette. "Whatever shall become of this? Julian, dear, you know it is far too tiny to interest any woman - well, other than for amusement. Trouble is that it won't interest any gay man either. They're called gay men because they like 'men,' and that, my little cupcake, you clearly are not. Alas, nor shall you ever be.

"However, there are certain men who prefer cunning little creatures such as you. I was going to discuss this further, but your little clitty seems far too distressed and you really do need some sustenance. So please do sit down and eat. I think you will find your new repast interesting. It's a very special blend developed by sisters of mine.

Giselle placed a fine bone china bowl containing a white creamy custard-like substance on the elegant table and then placed two small pills next to the sissy's water goblet.

As Julian contemplated the all too obvious looking food, Auntie Jane said, "Doesn't it look just yummy? Some of my more creative sisters developed a few years ago. It's called sissy goo and is a scientifically balance diet with everything nutritionally required, but it does not fill up a certain body cavity area may from time to time come into use. As you can see, it has the gooey consistency, and also as you will shortly discover, a certain salty taste that you will no doubt recall from yesterday."

Julian tasted the strange mixture and indeed confirmed that it not only had all of the described elements, but also the aroma. Despite pretending not to, the horrible truth was that he liked it.

A fact that certainly did not go unnoticed by either of the women keenly observing him.

"Julian, stop pretending that you don't like the goo and take your girlie pills like a good sissy," Auntie Jane snapped as she picked up a toast point with her long, perfectly manicured fingers. "And mind that you do not soil your pretty gloves."

After Julian finished his unique meal, Auntie Jane said, "Julian, tend to your face. I'm sure Giselle packed the necessary items in your cute little girlie handbag."

Then turning to her maid, "We must be on our way. Monday's are always such busy days in the village. Giselle, dear, please prepare Julian for going out," Auntie Jane said as she looked into own her compact's mirror to see if any hair or makeup had the temerity to go astray.

Looking over her compact at Julian, Auntie rhetorically asked, "You really did not think I would permit my sissy to be presented in public with all your tiny tender parts exposed, did you my sweet? Well, of course not. At least as long as you are properly behaved at least. So, my fair fairy, mind your mince and demoiselle deportment."

Giselle approached Julian with four white, frilly handkerchief-like patches of varying sizes and shapes.

"En premier le peenie pouch, et puis la tittie toppers," a devilishly delighted Giselle sang out as she placed a little white lace pouch over Julian's stubbornly stiff stickette and ribboned plums. After allowing the silver bell to hang out of its bottom, she drew a long satin ribbon at its base tight and tied a pretty bow at its top. If it were possible, the petite peenie pouch actually caused Julian diminutive dickette to swell as yet another humiliation piled upon the scores of prior humiliations.

Next she snapped two small, doily-like patches over his bared nipples, again allowing their silver bells to dangle down under the patches.

"Finalement, le derriá¨re!" she sang out as she showed Julian the frilly covering. "Regardes-toi."

Julian looked in horror at the "SISSY BOY" that was boldly embroidered in baby blue script across the garment.

C'est la vérité, n'est pas?" she giggled, obviously taking great glee in Julian's shameful humiliation as she snapped the patch over Julian's bum, again allowing the silver bell to dangle below on its satin ribbon.

The 'modesty' coverings were almost as obscene as nothing at all because they drew attention to precisely what was transpiring under their sheer, almost translucent surfaces. And if they failed to draw the proper attention for some reason, the wake-the-dead, four alarm tingle of his bells surely would. Poor Julian's understandably shameful glow now almost matched the cherry red rouge on his cheeks.

Julian had just attained mega-milksop status. Only his pulsing pathetic little peenie belied his deep, scarlet cheeked embarrassment. Each step that he took was an adventure; each new movement a new symphony of sensation.

Mr. Wigglie provided the bass section, his clicking high heels that caused him to twist in strange new positions provided the timpani, the ribbons about his sensitive parts were the reeds, sissy squeals were the strings, the bells were the tutti, and the tight shorts that made it all move were the conductor.

Miss Jane Elizabeth Bichier was, of course, the much amused music director. Julian's walk to the golf cart was amusing; the ride in the cart to the boathouse was divine; however, the day ahead would be priceless!

To be continued...

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Sissy Julian - Chapter V, A Day at the Village

by: sissystevie

Julian spends a most interesting and eventful first day in Lake Orenda Village.

So, if lots of frilly sissy outfits, super swishy behavior and a little kinky sex - not to mention dominant women - are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking.

It is also a purely fanciful, fantasy fictional work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, situations, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X just because of the sheer kink of it.

 

Chapter V — A Day at the Village

Once again, the only thing that kept Julian from squirting in his new peenie pouch was the sheer terror of riding in any form of conveyance that Auntie Jane happened to be driving - even a humble golf cart. Any movement in his bizarre outfit caused multiple forms of sexual stimulation. And now the hapless pansy was in for another boat ride.

"Well," he thought, "that covers land and sea. Thank goodness she doesn't fly!" Then he remembered the aircraft hangar on the far side of the enormous boathouse. "So much for that," he sighed in resignation. "Auntie Jane makes Auntie Mame look like a frippin' Campfire Girl."

However, there was some good news as he spotted the boat of the day. It was not the 'Pouf Bunny,' Sunday's vintage runabout, but rather a stately sixty-foot yacht appropriately enough named 'Proud Pouf.' It was built in 1929 by Consolidated Shipbuilding of New York City and transported to Lake Orenda by inland waterway and rail. The after deck was covered in canvas and had a forward wind screen. Forward was a salon before reaching an outsized wheel deck. Atop was a vintage wireless mast.

It looked both slow and stable, things very appealing to Julian. Better yet, that hunky boat boy Jock was standing by the entrance ramp with a huge smile on his cute face. He even wore a captain's hat, white shorts and smartly pressed short sleeved shirt with epaulets and carried some official looking type of roster binder in his hand.

"Hunky? Cute face?" pondered Julian as a steep step to the open slip next to the boathouse caused him to squeal in response to Mr. Wigglie's movement.

There were small boarding ramp up to the yacht's deck, and the ever-helpful Jock took Julian's hand to guide him up the steps and aboard the boat. Jock, ever the correct captain, even saluted Julian with a particularly large tent in his pants as the exceptionally poufed pantywaist ooohed and aaahed his way on board. Truth be known, a couple of ooohs and aaahs were is response to Jocks exception salute.

Auntie Jane followed with an amused look as Jock greeter her with, "Good morning Miss Bichier, I have the provisions list for your inspection."

Taking the binder in hand, Auntie said, "Thank you Jock." Then looking at his considerable tent added, "It so nice of you to 'pipe' us aboard this morning."

A red faced Jock tossed off the lines as Auntie and Julian took seats in the large cabin. Soon they were on their way across the large lake. Julian understood that there were numerous 'camps' about the lake similar to Auntie Janes, but was amazed at the pristine, unbroken shoreline and lack of other boat traffic. Auntie kept her own counsel whilst she carefully reviewed the provisions list, making notes here and there along the way and stuffing a few sheets of paper into her large Louis Viutton dispatch-style bag.

After twenty minutes they rounded a point and civilization appeared in the form of Lake Orenda Village. Several boats, both big and small, were about. The shore front of the village was dominated by two large piers and a large seaplane hanger. One pier, at the far edge of the village, next to the hangar, was clearly a working boatyard facility with a marine railroad and what appeared to be a ferry dock. The other, in the center of the village, was lower and apparently for residential use.

The village was oozing a terminally quaint flavor with a rambling, stained shake hotel and several market places. The only vehicles were golf carts and working utility or construction equipment, those being restricted to the boatyard and an adjoining mini railhead. All in all it looked like a perfect mixture of Disneyland and a well ordered Smurf Village.

Julian wondered for a moment about how he had arrived here. It could not have been in the big Audi sedan he was riding in before he fell asleep.

The 'Proud Pouf' docked, as luck would have it for our prancing pansy, at the very end of the quay. Two dock boys dressed in white with blue piping trim shorts and sailor's boat neck pullovers secured the lines and pushed up a mini gangway.

"You first, Julian," Auntie said with a chuckle. "I certainly would not wish to ruin your grand entrance. However, do mind your petit steps, elbows tucked to your sides, wrists limp, hold your handbag between two fingers and smile at all the nice people."

Julian minced his way toward the gangway and predictably squealed as he mounted the first inboard step up to it. Both dock boys smiled as their man-masts rose to the occasion. When Julian descended the ramp he realized that it was going to be a very long day indeed. Every item of his carefully crafted outfit created its own little tormenting tease. Mr. Wigglie was positively relentless, but also the tight shorts and high blouse with the lace covered openings cause every sexual part of him to throb. He knew that there was simply no way he was going to make it through the day without the most embarrassing discharge.

The fact that Julian was so preoccupied with navigating the gangway in his new high heels and all his distracting bells jingling away was the only thing that prevented a dolly disaster.

After handing the provisions binder back to Jock and discussing meeting at the Lake Office later, Auntie Jane joined Julian on the quay.

"Julian, you simply must take smaller steps in those heels. In fact a sissy should always take small, mincing steps. We have a busy morning with get-acquainted appointments and shopping and I shall not brook having a poorly presented sissy about. Thankfully, I came prepared for possible slothful sissy deportment."

She thrust her dispatch bag into the hands of one of the dock boys and fished inside it, coming up with a neatly wound length of baby blue satin bondage ribbon similar to those used on Julian the day before. Directing her sissy charge to hold his knees tightly together, she wrapped the broad ribbon about his lower thighs, just over his knees, finishing it in a large bow to one side.

"Now, my fine frilly friend, that hobble will keep your steps short and in line," she said with a Cheshire Cat smile. Reaching again into her large bag she produced a six-foot matching satin leash that she attached to a "D" ring of the rear of Julian's neck bow.

It slowly dawned on the dim witted demoiselle that his pretty neck bow was actually a collar and that click he had heard whilst getting dressed was most likely a lock.

Oh my, could it get any worse for our poor, put-upon pansy?

You betcha!

To the mincing milksop the quay proved both longer and far more populated that he had originally noticed. The Lake Orenda denizens were out and about in mass to restock after the weekend. Many, ever eager for another Miss Jane sissy show, had lingered about the dock when they saw the large Bichier yacht round the harbor's point. Those who had not noticed the 'Proud Pouf's' approach certainly did notice the cacophony of clicks, clucks and clangs as the sissy approached.

And a show they would get.

"Strike a perfect pansy pose and prance down the pier, my dear!" Auntie Jane giggled. "And do be sure to sweetly smile at all the nice people.

"First stop is the beauty salon. Then it's on to the dance studio, luncheon and some sissy shopping for you. Well, assuming that you do not embarrass your dear old Auntie. Anyway, beginning tomorrow you will spend your mornings at the salon and your afternoons at the studio."

The combination of his new four-inch heels and bound thighs forced Julian into extremely exaggerated movements just to make forward progress. Worse, the convoluted contortions caused a chain reaction of the wickedly calculated elements of his elaborately engineered costume. It took precisely five steps before the short-circuited sissy quite involuntarily began what was shortly to become a harmony of high pitched 'ooohs' punctuated by frequent squeals.

With each step Julian tiny twinkie seemed to grow another millimeter, which represented near exponential increments to his diminutive dickette.

Julian's prance down the pier was an epic sissy spectacular that would have made Cecil B. DeMille proud.

The crowd loved it. Jane Elizabeth Bichier loved it. Jock especially loved it. The crimson cheeked Julian was far too addled with humiliation and sexual stimulation to make much of anything of it.

It took forever for Julian to mince his jingly way down the quay, onto the village's main street and past the large general store and hotel. Finally they reached a quaint shop with a simple shingle in front signifying that it was Bettina's Beauty Boutique. Despite its rustic exterior, the inside was as sumptuous as Julian's new bedroom.

Bettina, the bubbly owner, practically fell over herself in greeting Auntie Jane. "Yes, Miss Bichier," she chirped out whilst consulting a lengthy page of notes. "Everything will be done to perfection as we discussed on the phone. Today the shop is closed so I'll be able to devote my full attention to your new sissy. Goldie will be along shortly to work her magic on his nails."

"Very well, Bettina," Auntie Jane answered, "I will be over at the at the Lake Office. Please have Julian ready promptly at eleven fifty-five for his noon appointment to enroll in Miss LaRue's ballet class."

*****

When Bettina and Goldie finally allowed Julian to inspect the fruits of their skilled efforts he, predictably, was dumbfounded - not a particularly unusual state for sissies in general, especially blond ones.

He could not take his eyes off his new nails. Goldie had applied acrylic gel extensions that extended his nails nearly a half inch and finished them off in a perfect 'bare' French style. She also had done his toe nails, adding a cute little toe ring to each foot. However, his toes had received a bright red varnish.

Bettina had first color highlighted his hair to bring out it's nature flaxen shade and then cut and reset it to give it a more centered dual wave on each side. She then had turned her attention to his face. The semi permanent makeup applied before his mother's wedding was enhanced. His lips seemed fuller and more cupid shaped and the base eye liner, shadow and mascara sharper. She even added to his cheek blush and further plucked his already thin blows to give them a more severe arch.

The overall effect was to present the most feminine boy imaginable with doe-like eyes and full moist lips. The twin waves of his full bodied hair swept down about his eyes and back towards and slightly over his ears. An even larger ten-inch crepe de chine baby blue bow adorned the very crown of his head.

The final salon touch was to add second, upper ear lobe piercings, leaving a little heart shaped stud that matched his small dangling heart earrings in his older piercings.

Accessory adjustments were also made. Julian now wore matching lace hand and foot covers that had small loops fitted about his middle finger or toe, exposing his newly manicured and pedicured nails. The lace went about the base of each limb and ended in a halo of ruffles, tulle and lace at each of his wrists and ankles. His previously record high heels were outdone by a pair of strappy, baby blue crepe de chine five-inch stilettos that fully exposed his bright red nails and girlie toe rings. Each ankle strap had a matching sweet bow that faced slightly to the side.

At precisely eleven fifty-four, a the freshly flowerily fragranced fopette stood next to the salon's door, thighs again hobbled and handbag and leash dainty held in his bended delicate little feminine hands.

And at precisely eleven fifty-five, Jane Elizabeth Bichier entered through that very door to reclaim her even further feminized fairy.

"Wonderful work ladies," Auntie Jane enthused. "Love the hair and nails. When his hair grows in a bit more we shall have to give him a permanent, but for now my little poppet really does need to practice setting her own hair in curlers. Nothing like a tight set of curlers to bring out the girl in hopeless boy.

"Julian, starting tomorrow you will be report here every morning to assist Miss Bettina and Miss Goldie as their salon sissy. All the women will just love having a petite pansy pantyboy about. Yes, fun for one and all, if I do say so! And so essential to your training.

"Now sweetie, we must get you signed up for ballet class, where you will be spending your afternoons learning proper deportment and grace. Let's see how nicely you can hand me your lead?"

Julian gave his best at a wobbly curtsey and handed his new Aunt the end of the satin leash.

"Well, 'that' does need improvement," Auntie Jane sighed. "And we are headed to exactly the right place to do precisely that."

For Julian the walk to Dance School was mercifully short as it was next door to the salon. A shingle similar to the salon's announced 'Lila's Little Ladies, Lila LaRue - Ballet Mistress.'

Lila certainly was not what Julian was expecting. She was more Burlesque than Royal Ballet - an older and tough brassy blond who wore far too much makeup and an outfit that could have been purloined from the set of 'Laverne and Shirley' twenty-odd years prior. She showed her respect for Auntie Jane by removing her chewing gum and saying, "Glad to see youz, Miss Bichier."

Lila LaRue was the pure antithesis of Jane Elizabeth Bichier, so it amazed Julian to see a warm smile spread across his Aunt's face.

"Dah treat's all mine, Hun!" replied a grinning Auntie Jane.

"So how are ya, Janie?" laughed back Lila.

"Just great, Lil. How are your grandchildren? All's well I hope."

"Comin' along better than expected. How can we ever repay you for the little one's stay at that fancy clinic out in Minnesota?" a suddenly very soft Lila replied.

"Lila, we have been over all that before," Auntie Jane said in a more stern, but still soft voice. "We go back too far to even consider that. Now, what you can do is infuse some elegance and grace into this prissy poppet."

Lila slowly walked around Julian assessing him as if she was a jeweler examining an uncut stone through a loupe. Finally she very unceremoniously reached down and squeezed Julian little dolly, which elicited a squeal from the unsuspecting sissy.

"Sorry, Janie - just had to make sure he was a real boy." Lila said with an earthy chuckle. "Although he must have the smallest cock in recorded history.

"Oh, he's just a sissy and they should be used to that." Auntie Jane replied. "Although he certainly did get the Feckenham twins attention yesterday.

But, what about the dancing?"

Lila replied, "Janie, no way he can dance a male role. I'm not sure he could support even one of the younger girls. Hell, he's more girlish than they are!

"Well, it may be old home week tomorrow as both Feckenhams are enrolled this summer," Lila giggled. "Anyway, Janie, he'll just have to join the junior girls in the corps. Besides, with that slender body he was made for a tutu. Would you pick out a few when you visit Blossom Bestlace's shop and have them sent over?"

"Certainly," Auntie Jane replied with a nod. "What production are you planning for the summer?"

"Oh, 'Swan Lake,' what else?" laughed Lila. Although anything from 'The Nutcracker' is a perennial favorite amongst the ladies, regardless of the season. Sugarplums and sissies, 'purrfect' together! But that's an old New Jersey joke, and I know you don't do Jersey other than Princeton and Bernardsville. Come to think of it, the old Gov who coined the phrase came from those places. Go figure...

"Anyway, I'll start him a pre-point training, but despite his perfect dancer's figure and nice ankles, I'm afraid he'll have to wait a bit longer to go en pointe. Keep him in very high heels in the meantime."

Notwithstanding the insults to his 'manhood,' Julian was completely nonplussed that anyone would dare call Auntie Jane 'Janie.' Certainly there was a lot more to the two women's relationship than met the eye he thought. Also, he noted that after the initial schmultzy linguistic exchange, Lila's speech had become far more refined and articulate with each exchange.

"Well, Janie, lets get the little dear signed up as a member of this years Corps de Ballet. The register is over on the reception table."

Julian was escorted over to the large bound tome and directed to place his signature under that year's ballet troop. However, when he did, both women were aghast.

"Julian, where did you learn to write? A cave?" snorted Auntie Jane.

"Yes, and his spelling is wrong as well." offered Lila. "If he's going to be in my corps he better drop the 'n' from his first name. We simply cannot have some boy dancing with all the pretty girls!"

With that, she produced a bottle of White Out correcting fluid and erased the 'n' to make the entry read 'Julia Beauchaps Saint Ambrose.'

"And young lady," Lila continued, "or 'mini-man' for the time being, you need corrective penmanship training. Sissies like you should write in only the most flourishing feminine style that little girls use. Janie, I might suggest a few dozen pages of practice lines. I sure you can think up some appropriate sentences. Oh, and yes, the little hearts dotting the 'i's' are such a great sissy touch."

After the two women warmly embraced, Julian was led back into the street and pointed back towards the lake. It was lunchtime and even more people were out and about. In no more than twenty feet the insidious nature of Julian's outfit began besting him. The higher five-inch heels caused his body to contort in even more provocative, bell ringing postures. Progress was tormentingly slow due to his upper leg ribbon restraint. Exacerbating everything was good old Mr. Wigglie who had begun yet another shock troop assault of Julian's prostrate.

When Julian went another forty feet he stopped dead in his tracks next to a sidewalk bench and let out a loud series of screeching squeals as wave after wave of orgasms wracked his frail body.

A woman passing by with her two daughters, all of whom looked as if they stepped out of a Lilly Pulitzer catalogue, laughed uproariously at the hapless sissy. The mother tut-tutted and said, "Girls, just look at that shameless sissy strumpet. No girl or woman would ever brook such a scandalous public display! Sissies really have absolutely no control whatsoever."

Several teenagers hovered about, openly laughing between passing snide comments at the pulsating pansy.

Yes, Julian had let loose the dreaded full creamie dolly dump on a public sidewalk in front of a crowd of people in the middle of the day. Mere mortification understated the spectacle.

Jane Elizabeth Bichier, who for the record, looked as if she had stepped out of a feature editorial article in 'Town and Country' Magazine, had just lost a bet with her old nanny, Lila Louisa LaRue. Auntie Jane had secretly wagered with Lila that Julian would make it at least one-hundred feet.

She appeared neither pleased nor amused.

"Julian! You have embarrassed your Aunt Jane!" she hissed, silently suppressing a grin. As to the bet, she knew the milksop would barely make it to the preplanned fifty foot mark. Her money was going to someone who would never take it as charity.

"He thinks yesterday was humiliating. He'll be begging to be in skirts even before the Summer Solstice celebration," she chuckled to herself as she reached into her dispatch bag for the second roll of baby blue satin bondage ribbon that she had carefully stowed away that morning. "This really is too easy sometimes.

"Well, my dear Dominica will liven things up later this week."

"Come over to me and place your elbows behind your back," Auntie Jane commanded as the crowd, now some thirty libertines strong, became silent, not wanted to miss a thing.

Julian did as commanded and in short order had his elbows bound almost together with the satin ribbon with an umpteenth large bow just above them. Before turning her utterly helpless sissy around, she tore off his "SISSY BOY" embroidered derriá¨re modesty cover thereby exposing his sweet sissy buns in all their quivering, marbled white splendor. Twirling the effeminate pantywaist about, she removed the doily-like tittie toppers covering his nipples, shamefully baring them with their bows, ribbons and bells.

"Now for the offensive item," she said as all eyes focused on Julian's soaking peenie pouch. "I simply cannot believe that such a microscopic dolly can possibly release so much filthy boy goo. Sooo Disgusting!"

Using the fanny cover as a finger towel, Auntie Jane gingerly removed the sack and held it up for all to see whilst Julian held his scarlet cheeked head down in disgrace. With equal care she used the tittie toppers to wipe Julian's dolly clean and then inserted each into his peenie pouch. She followed these with the fanny piece and retied the pouch's ends to make a mouth dummy gag.

"Open wide, you insolent creature," Auntie Jane said as she inserted the dolly dumped dummy into Julian's compliant mouth. The pouch's long cinching satin ribbons were then drawn about his head and tied together to secure the gag firmly in Julian's stuffed mouth.

Julian's shame only seemed boundless as his stood there, bells dangling from his exposed titties, dolly and Mister Wigglie. Then his dejected dolly began to grow. Auntie Jane just waited with an amused smile, knowing that it would continue to grow along with his humiliation.

Soon enough whispers from the onlookers indicated that they had not only noticed its growth, but also its diminutive stature, even in its terribly aroused state. That, of course, only threw kerosene on Julian's conflagrating cockette.

Sensing the time was right and noticing that her two favorite young ladies had arrived; Auntie Jane simply picked up the trussed sissy and threw him over her lap as she sat down on the nearby sidewalk bench. Julian could only mange a muffled squeal as Auntie Jane clamped his belled dolly between her legs and placed the sole of her heel upon his dangling leash.

Julian was helplessly over her lap with knees and elbows tightly bound. He could move his feet and hands, but that was the extent of motion permitted.

"Now my little gushing girlie boy," she sternly announced as she smoothed Julian's plug ribbon down into his bum valley, "'tis high time for corrective education. One might have thought yesterday's lesson sufficient, but some sissies are simply slow learners. And Julian you appear to be a very slow learner who requires Auntie Jane's Special Education!"

She once again went into her dispatch bag and this time retrieved her prized heirloom long-handed English hardwood hairbrush.

Someone once commented that Auntie Jane and her hairbrush could make the entire defensive line of the New York Giants show up for game day wearing pink tutus.

Jane Elizabeth Bichier raised her long slim hand holding the hairbrush, held it for a dramatic moment, and then brought it down upon Julian's defenseless derriá¨re with equal parts of fury and finesse.

"Whack!" to Julian's left cheek.

Julian saw stars.

Auntie Jane felt a please moistness in her nether region.

The onlooking men's hands went into their pockets; the women's legs rubbed closer together.

"Whack!" to Julian's right cheek.

Everyone but Julian loved it.

Auntie Jane took a moment to lightly stoke the two perfect brush head outlines on poor Julian's posterior.

Just as the whimpering sissy began to relax to Auntie Jane's light caress, "Whack, Whack, Whack, and Whack!" Four of the very best landed in short order precision. Julian's stars turned into an intergalactic voyage and tears began flowing freely from his doe eyes. His lower legs and feet were helplessly flapping about in the most becoming manner. Muffled sounds of all sorts were emitted from his thoroughly gagged mouth.

The thrashing continued for another eighteen masterly administered strokes. His derriá¨re went from searing pain, to throbbing ache, to a dull, numb burn. After the full twenty-four its color matched his toe nail polish.

Amazingly, Julian had held onto his dainty handbag throughout the spanking. More amazing, when Auntie Jane stood up, lifting the slight Julian with her, his hoganette was as hard as Auntie's hairbrush.

"Well yesterday was no fluke," she thought. "Dominica will indeed be delighted."

Turning to the group of nearly orgasmic voyeurs she quickly spotted Flossie and Bunny and caught their eager, awaiting eyes.

"Oh, Floss and Bun-Bun," Auntie Jane purred, "it's so terribly 'fortunate' to see you here. Would you do your old Auntie a huge favor?"

Both late teen, hyper girlie-girls bubbled over, each offering a perfect curtsey to their dream goddess, "Anything you wish Miss Bichier," they squealed out in unison.

"I'm late for a luncheon date. Would you mind trussing up this miscreant missy to the lamppost? He clearly needs an airing-out, and I know you both do love to practice your binding skills. Put him up in a way that will make your Auntie proud, and you may come back with me on the 'Proud Pouf' for one of our special little teas. My darling Giselle will be so delighted to 'see' you again."

Both girls gushed as their knees rubbed together, "It would be our greatest pleasure, Miss!" they said in chorus once again.

"I just knew I could count of your girls," Auntie Jane replied. "But do take care to put a sign on him warning the residents that he is an unreconstructed squirter. We mustn't have fine ladies' clothing soiled by such an unrepentant pansy."

Both girls just grinned with a smile that recently mated spider might give to her suitor as Auntie Jane turned on her high French heel and was off to her appointment.

Julian shivered in fear of being left alone to the tender mercies of the two grinning girls.

*****

Julian found himself trussed from a horizontal banner pole that was attached to one side of the Victorian gas lamppost that stood next to the sidewalk bench. The guileless girlie boy had been shocked to see that the girls 'happened' to have both a bag full of reinforced satin binding ribbons and, more importantly, a very detailed plan.

The girls plan was as simple as it was effective. He was left in Aunt Jane's expert arm and leg bindings. Standing on the bench that Julian had been spanked on, Bunny had tied four long ribbons that hung down from the banner pole, two from its end and two from where the pole met the lamppost. Flossie threaded the ribbons, one each, under Julian's shoulders and between his thighs and handed each ribbon back up to Bunny, who looped them over the banner pole. Then Flossie simply lifted the diminutive sissy up in the air while Bunny pulled each ribbon tight and tied the second end to the post.

In no time at all, the sissy was literally swinging in the wind with his high heels and hands, one still holding his little sissy handbag, flaying about in the air.

Bunny and Flossie then devoted their calculating minds to create the sissy warning sign Aunty Jane had requested. Devils that they were, they came up with two signs.

The massive humiliation of being helplessly suspended in such a scandalous sissy outfit was horrible humiliating. Having his distended nipples, drippy weenie and red roasted buns fully exposed with their swinging, ringing bells was worse. The sign and the onlookers reaction to it was, however, the worst.

The first sign was hung about Julian's neck as simply said, as requested, "CAUTION - SISSY MAY SQUIRT - PLAY WITH AT YOUR OWN RISK" The second sign was pinned to Julian's waist and said, "MAKE THE SISSY SQUIRT - WIN FREE BARBIE DOLL!"

During the next ninety minutes there were three lucky winners.

*****

Julian was on the verge of passing out when he heard Auntie Jane's voice, "Having fun girls? What a wonderful bondage design. I adore the swinging sissy. And having him milked him was so thoughtful.

"However, enough fun for now. I have to take him shopping. Please remove all of his bondage ribbons. I dare say he needs to move his limbs about. I will meet you girls down aboard the 'Proud Pouf' in an hour.

"Julian, I hope you have learned a valuable lesson. I expect a proper sissy deportment, despite you somewhat tattered condition. Anything less than super simpering prissy sissy will get you back hanging from a lamppost - or worse!"

*****

Despite his fatigue, Julian did his very best sissy swish up the street to Mrs. Bestlace's shop where he was measured and sized for all types of accessories and clothing. Auntie Jane keep ticking things off to be delivered the over the next few days and a few items to immediately be taken to her yacht.

Julian had intentionally been placed next to a display of the very frilliest sissy party dresses, and he just could not take his eyes off the cute confections. The women exchanged knowing smiles as they continued chatting about the sizable order.

*****

Julian was so numbed by the day that his mince back to the 'Proud Pouf' became sloppy at the end, especially whilst boarding where he caught a heel and went unceremoniously down on his most tender bum. As his luck would have it, he landed precisely at the feet of Bunny and Flossie who were sitting on the afterdeck in elegant yellow print silk sun dresses.

"Eeeou, can't this dim-bulb dolt do anything right!" sneered Bunny.

Jock stepped over to help Julian up but was stopped by Auntie Jane with a stare that could melt steel armor plate. "Girls," she said looking about and finally rested her eyes on the vintage boats now decorative wireless mast, "why don't you give Julian a bird's eye view of the Lake. Take him up and bind him to the radio mast. However, mind that he is safe and secure. We do not need any '9-1-1 my sissy is overboard calls, do we?'"

As the two girls led the hapless Julian away for a final humiliation, Auntie Jane turned her attention to Jock, who had shown wise restraint. He needed to be reminded that his time would come soon enough.

*****

When the large yacht docked back at the boathouse, Jock helped the three slightly flushed ladies onto the dock where Josh, the other dock boy, stood next to Auntie Jane's golf card and a much larger all terrain cargo vehicle. After a brief muffled discussion with Auntie Jane and Josh, Jock returned to the 'Proud Pouf,' grabbed a bucket and climbed up to the mast where the much disheveled Julian was bound.

Despite the day's devastating events, Julian still swooned at the approach of her living Adonis. Jock's rugged, yet refined face, wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, broad chest and strong limbs made his body tingle in ways Julian had never dreamed.

Reaching the mast, Jock watched the golf cart disappear into the trees at Auntie Jane's normal breakneck speed. Then, without a word, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed Julian on his cheek.

Thank goodness Julian was still bound to the mast because his knees utterly gave out.

"Oh, you poor dear," whispered Jock as he removed Julian's gag and again tenderly kissed him - this time on the lips. After tossing the dummy gag into the bucket, he wrapped his sculpted arms about Julian, and softly said, "Stand up sweet girl so I can remove your bindings."

Despite Julian being numb from lust, which had overcome all the other trials and tribulations of the long day, he managed a wobbly stance.

"Girl?" he thought. "Well, if that's what Jock wants..."

Jock rapidly removed all the satin bindings, including those about his aching nipples and dolly, and tossed them in the bucket as well. Finally he leaned Julian forward and gently pulled out Mr. Wigglie, letting it drop directly into the bucket.

Julian sighed with an empty feeling, knowing at that moment just how he wanted to be 'filled' in the future. With Julian is full swoon, Jock effortlessly swept him up into in arms and down to the rear deck where he grabbed a deck blanket and wrapped it about the cold, exhausted sissy.

Again taking Julian into his arms, he carried him over to the dock and placed him in the passenger seat of the cargo ATV. Jock removed the Julian's high heels and briefly massaged his sore, aching feet and ankles.

Can we spell P-R-I-N-C-E? And this one never had to do any frog time.

Julian sure could as his mind shot back to the elegance of his mother's recent wedding and the beautiful dress she wore.

Jock took the other seat and wrapped his right arm about Julian, pulling the sissy into his shoulder. Unlike Auntie Jane, the only speed record he broke returning to the main camp one was for slowness. For his part, Julian wished that the drive would never end as he nestled against Jock's broad chest. Placing his hand on Jock's wash-board stomach sent chills down Julian's spine.

Finally reaching the porte cochere, Jock helped Julian up to the large door. All seemed silent.

"I think your aunt and the girls are otherwise occupied," Jock said with a grin. "Scurry up to your room, take a long bath and climb into bed. Someone will call for you - sooner or later. Later, if what I hear about Miss Jane's 'ladies' teas is true, he laughed.

Julian just looked up into Jock's beguiling blue eyes with desire writ large across his face. Jock did not disappoint. The kiss started softly and ended with urgency.

When the two finally broke apart several minutes later, each was in a world of his own. Jock smiled and simply said, "Soon, my love, soon. But not today. After another brief kiss, he turned Julian and pointed him inside.

*****

Julia's besotted brain failed to produce even the barest glimpse into the obvious fact that each element of the day was part of a carefully crafted plan.

To be continued...

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