4 Realization
Pt 4
Sissies infactuation becomes Sissification
The reality of my new situation settled in quickly after 'phone' day. The intensity of 'flirting' with Vicky increased. Whilst the practicality and inconvenience of having so easily given myself to being 'assessed' by Mistress Fiona's phone hit home. For another very long 4 days it never rang or buzzed. Hammering slowly home what i had fucking done! Was that why she was not contacting. To drive me crazy, and her new Dominance home? I knew she read every moment, every secret me and Vicky shared and shared! I was at her mercy.
Around teatime the next particular day. Ten days from where i stand here and now..... x Please let me share with you dearest reader. Unburdon my soul before tomorrow. Tomorrow being my own new beginning. So clearly i remember how giddy i felt that teatime ten days ago when that message eventually appeared with a ping. Please understand that when Mistress Fiona had 'facetimed' me surprise, was the instinct second to lust. Thumping heart like never before! Flushed. Unsettled. Intrigued. Infactuated. Mistress Fiona had stipulated then, amongst other things i feel obliged to reveal, that herself should not ever again be discussed by Vicky and I. Or else! We complied. Now this message .... after allmost five sodding days. I was excited and happy. Really fucking excited and Really fucking happy! Also aroused, touched, stroked inside by the gleaming newness of all this. Mistress Fionas beauty. Her expertise. Her saw dust on the floor filthy fetish, fuckery. Her eyes! So vivid! So wild. This message made me flaming livid inside.... of fuck please no itold myself. Please don't let me be in love with her..... I was giving her everything and i was mad she had been so. So? So! So cruel to me! But, this is the Oh Fuck bit. In love, lust or not i was but a sissy to Mistress Fiona! No more a man. Not even a consideration.
(Before i was a sissy. Sissie the sissy. I worked as a gardener, landscaper and had to wear shorts so shaved as much as i could but never my legs. Never brave enough to.)
'Hello Slut Stay up as late as need be tonight. When alone run a bath. I know you wear shorts for work bitch. But i will permit that for now. Record yourself shaving all but your legs and send it to me. Tonight! Wear some hold ups in the bath. Shave everything else. Whisper to me whilst you do'
I did. Even blew her shy kisses as i dangerously, shyly enjoyed this submissive behaviour. The next night i had to film myself wearing knicks and rubbing myself off with thise just 3 fingers. Three times. This took allmost two hours. So in the moment was i. Poppers. Liquor. High as a sissy kyte. The third night i fucked myself on request wearing the stolen.... from my Mrs, whio was innocently asleap upstairs.... stockings and knicks i had worn. I slyly got the garments from hiding and fucked myself with a cucomber untill i was just about to sissygasm and Mistress Fiona made me stop. I was to lick and suck the utensil i had been screwing myself with clean. Then go to bed. Without cumming. Following this killed me! After that trio of tasks Mistress Fiona had me bang to rights in my own bath. Wearing my Mrs undies and stockings. Getting high and compromising myself with sultry delight! She turned up the next day whilst i had nipped into town. Out the blue! Oh Fuck was she something! As i was sat with a coffee she just appeared! In person. We chatted. I fancied her all ways! Away with all these labels! Suprisingly she asked would i have fancied her in the other reality. As a bloke i assumed to be the question. Loudly yes the answer. Any man in earth would! We had about 2 hours. We went for a drink. Our sexual energy was palpable. My heart is still thuding now, my panties straining. Blonde. 5ft 9. Taller than me, even without her Oh so sassy skysc****r heels. Obviously massive bust! Wonderfull wonderfull boobs! I was kater to learn totally natural. Blonde. Classy. Elegant. Confident. A figure men and women, and all inbetween and beyond would doubtless kill and die for. Yes! I shit you not. That perfect.
'I know how bad you want to meet my Vicky Sissie. I know you go to your classes twice a week.'
Blushing inside aswell as out as Mistress Fiona spoke.
''On Saturday you will meet her at a hotel your generous Goddess will book. I will send you a false email and booking confirmation for a wknd retreat run by your classes that will accidentally be seen by your Mrs. So the wknd will be ours. No excuses. You will have my Victoria all wknd. You have been a very good girl Sissie. Make the most of it. I will send you the details tomorrow you sexy bitch.'
Sissies infactuation becomes Sissification
The reality of my new situation settled in quickly after 'phone' day. The intensity of 'flirting' with Vicky increased. Whilst the practicality and inconvenience of having so easily given myself to being 'assessed' by Mistress Fiona's phone hit home. For another very long 4 days it never rang or buzzed. Hammering slowly home what i had fucking done! Was that why she was not contacting. To drive me crazy, and her new Dominance home? I knew she read every moment, every secret me and Vicky shared and shared! I was at her mercy.
Around teatime the next particular day. Ten days from where i stand here and now..... x Please let me share with you dearest reader. Unburdon my soul before tomorrow. Tomorrow being my own new beginning. So clearly i remember how giddy i felt that teatime ten days ago when that message eventually appeared with a ping. Please understand that when Mistress Fiona had 'facetimed' me surprise, was the instinct second to lust. Thumping heart like never before! Flushed. Unsettled. Intrigued. Infactuated. Mistress Fiona had stipulated then, amongst other things i feel obliged to reveal, that herself should not ever again be discussed by Vicky and I. Or else! We complied. Now this message .... after allmost five sodding days. I was excited and happy. Really fucking excited and Really fucking happy! Also aroused, touched, stroked inside by the gleaming newness of all this. Mistress Fionas beauty. Her expertise. Her saw dust on the floor filthy fetish, fuckery. Her eyes! So vivid! So wild. This message made me flaming livid inside.... of fuck please no itold myself. Please don't let me be in love with her..... I was giving her everything and i was mad she had been so. So? So! So cruel to me! But, this is the Oh Fuck bit. In love, lust or not i was but a sissy to Mistress Fiona! No more a man. Not even a consideration.
(Before i was a sissy. Sissie the sissy. I worked as a gardener, landscaper and had to wear shorts so shaved as much as i could but never my legs. Never brave enough to.)
'Hello Slut Stay up as late as need be tonight. When alone run a bath. I know you wear shorts for work bitch. But i will permit that for now. Record yourself shaving all but your legs and send it to me. Tonight! Wear some hold ups in the bath. Shave everything else. Whisper to me whilst you do'
I did. Even blew her shy kisses as i dangerously, shyly enjoyed this submissive behaviour. The next night i had to film myself wearing knicks and rubbing myself off with thise just 3 fingers. Three times. This took allmost two hours. So in the moment was i. Poppers. Liquor. High as a sissy kyte. The third night i fucked myself on request wearing the stolen.... from my Mrs, whio was innocently asleap upstairs.... stockings and knicks i had worn. I slyly got the garments from hiding and fucked myself with a cucomber untill i was just about to sissygasm and Mistress Fiona made me stop. I was to lick and suck the utensil i had been screwing myself with clean. Then go to bed. Without cumming. Following this killed me! After that trio of tasks Mistress Fiona had me bang to rights in my own bath. Wearing my Mrs undies and stockings. Getting high and compromising myself with sultry delight! She turned up the next day whilst i had nipped into town. Out the blue! Oh Fuck was she something! As i was sat with a coffee she just appeared! In person. We chatted. I fancied her all ways! Away with all these labels! Suprisingly she asked would i have fancied her in the other reality. As a bloke i assumed to be the question. Loudly yes the answer. Any man in earth would! We had about 2 hours. We went for a drink. Our sexual energy was palpable. My heart is still thuding now, my panties straining. Blonde. 5ft 9. Taller than me, even without her Oh so sassy skysc****r heels. Obviously massive bust! Wonderfull wonderfull boobs! I was kater to learn totally natural. Blonde. Classy. Elegant. Confident. A figure men and women, and all inbetween and beyond would doubtless kill and die for. Yes! I shit you not. That perfect.
'I know how bad you want to meet my Vicky Sissie. I know you go to your classes twice a week.'
Blushing inside aswell as out as Mistress Fiona spoke.
''On Saturday you will meet her at a hotel your generous Goddess will book. I will send you a false email and booking confirmation for a wknd retreat run by your classes that will accidentally be seen by your Mrs. So the wknd will be ours. No excuses. You will have my Victoria all wknd. You have been a very good girl Sissie. Make the most of it. I will send you the details tomorrow you sexy bitch.'
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