5 Delicious Degredation
Pt 5
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification.
Actually fucking meeting! Without paying, well without paying in cash for her time. A real, sexy as any God EVER made any gorgeous human. Not only affirming the etherial vision, that had danced around my concious forever. A cheeky, playfull. hot as molten pussy juice. Sparky, warm, witty, bright, engaging, infactuating, breathing miracle of Mother Earth. Curves that ignite ones vision. No silicone, Vicky had been on intense hormones for 2 years apparently. Capping years off diet and excersize to feminize as fully as poss. Both these she said intensified the last two years too. Medium bobbed jet black hair shaved a little on one side. A trendy, stylish, real cut. Allmost identical in build to me but 1000 dimensions more femme. Hotter than way over 90 per cent of women. Fullish lips. A twinkly eye. Her sassy smirk. Her toned heavily tattood perfect body. Her yummy bummy! Her sex! Oh those tits!
I got to my room and it went like this...
Again, 'the' room was booked under sissie! As i was wearing my best jeans and trainers, clutching a tiny suitcase this second secretly public acknowledgement of what i was..... Was even more embarrassing than last time. Was i comfortable getting used to this? Only time would tell. Driving there had been erotic anticipation 'par excellence'. Butterflies, flushes, stirrings, stiffenings! By now beyond having a choice. Way beyond! Impulse, lust, sensuality, sex, imagination, connection, feminization had all combined to feed my compulsion. The delight and the fear had been slowly growing inside me all week. Once in the room i poured a stiff bourbon! This was a very classy hotel! The room even more lavish than the reception downstairs. Through the door at last! Through the hall. A lovely big room with a dining table, with a full wall of drawers and wardrobes completely mirrored from floor to ceiling. Large TV and media thingy and a small bar area with leather stools. A sumptuously tiled bathroom. Larger than any i had ever peed in before. And a bedroom with, get this, a 4 poster bed! And a balcony bit, so i could smoke! Which was more than cool! Getting quickly naked whilst my bath run i noticed a box, wrapped and bowed on the bed. Now i still had the unopened lengerei Mistress Fiona had given me. However, inside the box sat 7 other boxes, differing sizes and individually wrapped. Numbered. Each with a pink tag reading .... 'For Sissie 1, then 2 and so on. Box one was the gamechanger though, perhaps naively, i did not then quite appreciate the fullness of caging my cock, my sissy clitty for the first time. The letter accompanying the presents requested me to not be scared, trust Mistress and not to open 2 untill i had sent her a picture of me wearing the tiny, teeny little cage. Took me an uncomfortable while to even get into it. Eventually with ice cubes and lube i squeezed first my balls, at their smallest, tightest into the first 'apendix' , then locking my sissy cock, when shrunk to the maximum, minimum if you will. Once my sissy clit end was eventually in place. Petruding so as to be able to swell sliggtly, leak, pee.... and carress tantalisingly against whatever lovely material my knicks might be.
Once the picture had been sent i was told to continue. Box 2, half a dozen pairsof silk hold-up atockings. Jesus i thought, from Victorias secret no less! As embarrassed and uncomfortable as i was in this new 'gadget'. The stockings, i slinked into with wonderful contentment and arrousal. First a nude pair that where soch fine silk i fluttered and gushed slowly pulling them up. I was smooth all apart from my legs, from mid thigh down........ then! Me and Vicky had chatted about this, chatted about everything! So Mistress Fiona would know i always slip into a pair of those with black hold-ups over. Never the hairiest of 'men' .. my legs looked fine. Box 3 several items of jewellery. The fourth contained the most beautiful black and nude, embroidered silk and lace knickers. A waist clinching boob enhancing figure 'helper'. My figure was pretty hot anyway. This was a beautifuly, decodent garment. Matching st****d corset too! Gaaawd i loved corsets! What a magical time i had squeezing myself into these made to measure items of luxorious femininity. Box 5 The fetish mask, with pink escaping pigtails. We had discussed chosen hairstyles and colours, i would never have picked pink. Black latex fitting tightly over my head. The pink pigtails out the top, and my mouth and eyes clearly visible. Enhancing my allready sharpish cheekbones.i loved it. Not the pink hair though. Box 6, a pair of over the knee boots, dripping with sexuality. Box 7. Make up. Lucky i had brought my own dress. A tight, black, lacey minidress. My clitty being caged heightened the allmost other wordly, sexual enjoyment of bathing and getting mtself ready! For hopefully what could be the night all my stars aligned. That one night in a million, the sweet souls search and search for.
Consumed by tense, intoxicating sexual anticipation. As i attempted the dark eyeshadow, and then, and with equally patient care. The 3 coats of lippy, eventually exaggerating my lips beyond recognition. Alone, in this hotel room, lost in sexual submission. Dressed, thankyou to the eternally beautifull, increasingly controlling Mistress Fiona. In classier, better fitting, natural boob enhaning, slinkier lengerei than i dared dream. The boots over the knee, i shaved a tiny bit lower and did away with the nude stockings. Enhancing the feminine shape, look and feel of my legs and much more. The pprs and the Bourbon had helped me into subconciously., yet quite deliberatly, and as completely as possible decide to negate the increasingly perilous possible reprocussions of this going further... or going aufully wrong. And slowly, finally, letting myself... my sissy soul glide! Even fly! So long had i waited for this. The mirror watching me apply my finishing make-up. Practising a wink and a pout. And exhilarated by each and every moment. One after the other. I felt as though my actual being was somehow sissified. Enjoying, taking pride to move and look as seductively slutty as possible. Alone, waiting for....... Shit, the door, Hells Bells i screamed inside! Just one mintute, i called in a shockingly natural softer voice i had never spoken before. I put the final touch to my thick hot, slut pink lippy. Composing with another glug of tipple. I moved towards the door. Taking a deep breath in i opened .....
It was Victoria.
Wearing a figure hugging red, nylon and lace, absolutely devine. Perfect. Minidress. Her raven black hair tied up and clipped here and there. Creating a peefect, perfect unique, grungy style. My cheeks burned and my heart beat with a thud it had never before known. As our eyes met. Hers sparkled with sanguin light. Her delecious mouths lips smiled. I wanted to bathe in her eyes a while. Remembering my manners i quickly offered her in. She giggled as i closed the doir behind her.
'Cat got your tongue Sissie?' She questioned playfully breaking the silence, As i turned to reply she was stood no more than a foot from me. Which suprised me.. 'heiuw' i exhaled with a severely pathetic and worryingly natural instinct. Oops i giggled. She slowly put her hands on my waist, still in my legerie without my dress. The thrill as her warm, refined fingers brushed and traced over the bare skin between corset and panties. Crikey i cringed to myself realising i did not even have a dress on! A strong flush of embarrasment interrupting the most wondrous single moment of my life. Before quickly remembering to banish these wretched thoughts... i had wobbled just slightly on my heels as the emotion and 'the fear" a moment struck me. Hands by my sides a oozed into Vicky as i totterred slighty forward. She giggled, held me as i cuddled into her.
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification.
Actually fucking meeting! Without paying, well without paying in cash for her time. A real, sexy as any God EVER made any gorgeous human. Not only affirming the etherial vision, that had danced around my concious forever. A cheeky, playfull. hot as molten pussy juice. Sparky, warm, witty, bright, engaging, infactuating, breathing miracle of Mother Earth. Curves that ignite ones vision. No silicone, Vicky had been on intense hormones for 2 years apparently. Capping years off diet and excersize to feminize as fully as poss. Both these she said intensified the last two years too. Medium bobbed jet black hair shaved a little on one side. A trendy, stylish, real cut. Allmost identical in build to me but 1000 dimensions more femme. Hotter than way over 90 per cent of women. Fullish lips. A twinkly eye. Her sassy smirk. Her toned heavily tattood perfect body. Her yummy bummy! Her sex! Oh those tits!
I got to my room and it went like this...
Again, 'the' room was booked under sissie! As i was wearing my best jeans and trainers, clutching a tiny suitcase this second secretly public acknowledgement of what i was..... Was even more embarrassing than last time. Was i comfortable getting used to this? Only time would tell. Driving there had been erotic anticipation 'par excellence'. Butterflies, flushes, stirrings, stiffenings! By now beyond having a choice. Way beyond! Impulse, lust, sensuality, sex, imagination, connection, feminization had all combined to feed my compulsion. The delight and the fear had been slowly growing inside me all week. Once in the room i poured a stiff bourbon! This was a very classy hotel! The room even more lavish than the reception downstairs. Through the door at last! Through the hall. A lovely big room with a dining table, with a full wall of drawers and wardrobes completely mirrored from floor to ceiling. Large TV and media thingy and a small bar area with leather stools. A sumptuously tiled bathroom. Larger than any i had ever peed in before. And a bedroom with, get this, a 4 poster bed! And a balcony bit, so i could smoke! Which was more than cool! Getting quickly naked whilst my bath run i noticed a box, wrapped and bowed on the bed. Now i still had the unopened lengerei Mistress Fiona had given me. However, inside the box sat 7 other boxes, differing sizes and individually wrapped. Numbered. Each with a pink tag reading .... 'For Sissie 1, then 2 and so on. Box one was the gamechanger though, perhaps naively, i did not then quite appreciate the fullness of caging my cock, my sissy clitty for the first time. The letter accompanying the presents requested me to not be scared, trust Mistress and not to open 2 untill i had sent her a picture of me wearing the tiny, teeny little cage. Took me an uncomfortable while to even get into it. Eventually with ice cubes and lube i squeezed first my balls, at their smallest, tightest into the first 'apendix' , then locking my sissy cock, when shrunk to the maximum, minimum if you will. Once my sissy clit end was eventually in place. Petruding so as to be able to swell sliggtly, leak, pee.... and carress tantalisingly against whatever lovely material my knicks might be.
Once the picture had been sent i was told to continue. Box 2, half a dozen pairsof silk hold-up atockings. Jesus i thought, from Victorias secret no less! As embarrassed and uncomfortable as i was in this new 'gadget'. The stockings, i slinked into with wonderful contentment and arrousal. First a nude pair that where soch fine silk i fluttered and gushed slowly pulling them up. I was smooth all apart from my legs, from mid thigh down........ then! Me and Vicky had chatted about this, chatted about everything! So Mistress Fiona would know i always slip into a pair of those with black hold-ups over. Never the hairiest of 'men' .. my legs looked fine. Box 3 several items of jewellery. The fourth contained the most beautiful black and nude, embroidered silk and lace knickers. A waist clinching boob enhancing figure 'helper'. My figure was pretty hot anyway. This was a beautifuly, decodent garment. Matching st****d corset too! Gaaawd i loved corsets! What a magical time i had squeezing myself into these made to measure items of luxorious femininity. Box 5 The fetish mask, with pink escaping pigtails. We had discussed chosen hairstyles and colours, i would never have picked pink. Black latex fitting tightly over my head. The pink pigtails out the top, and my mouth and eyes clearly visible. Enhancing my allready sharpish cheekbones.i loved it. Not the pink hair though. Box 6, a pair of over the knee boots, dripping with sexuality. Box 7. Make up. Lucky i had brought my own dress. A tight, black, lacey minidress. My clitty being caged heightened the allmost other wordly, sexual enjoyment of bathing and getting mtself ready! For hopefully what could be the night all my stars aligned. That one night in a million, the sweet souls search and search for.
Consumed by tense, intoxicating sexual anticipation. As i attempted the dark eyeshadow, and then, and with equally patient care. The 3 coats of lippy, eventually exaggerating my lips beyond recognition. Alone, in this hotel room, lost in sexual submission. Dressed, thankyou to the eternally beautifull, increasingly controlling Mistress Fiona. In classier, better fitting, natural boob enhaning, slinkier lengerei than i dared dream. The boots over the knee, i shaved a tiny bit lower and did away with the nude stockings. Enhancing the feminine shape, look and feel of my legs and much more. The pprs and the Bourbon had helped me into subconciously., yet quite deliberatly, and as completely as possible decide to negate the increasingly perilous possible reprocussions of this going further... or going aufully wrong. And slowly, finally, letting myself... my sissy soul glide! Even fly! So long had i waited for this. The mirror watching me apply my finishing make-up. Practising a wink and a pout. And exhilarated by each and every moment. One after the other. I felt as though my actual being was somehow sissified. Enjoying, taking pride to move and look as seductively slutty as possible. Alone, waiting for....... Shit, the door, Hells Bells i screamed inside! Just one mintute, i called in a shockingly natural softer voice i had never spoken before. I put the final touch to my thick hot, slut pink lippy. Composing with another glug of tipple. I moved towards the door. Taking a deep breath in i opened .....
It was Victoria.
Wearing a figure hugging red, nylon and lace, absolutely devine. Perfect. Minidress. Her raven black hair tied up and clipped here and there. Creating a peefect, perfect unique, grungy style. My cheeks burned and my heart beat with a thud it had never before known. As our eyes met. Hers sparkled with sanguin light. Her delecious mouths lips smiled. I wanted to bathe in her eyes a while. Remembering my manners i quickly offered her in. She giggled as i closed the doir behind her.
'Cat got your tongue Sissie?' She questioned playfully breaking the silence, As i turned to reply she was stood no more than a foot from me. Which suprised me.. 'heiuw' i exhaled with a severely pathetic and worryingly natural instinct. Oops i giggled. She slowly put her hands on my waist, still in my legerie without my dress. The thrill as her warm, refined fingers brushed and traced over the bare skin between corset and panties. Crikey i cringed to myself realising i did not even have a dress on! A strong flush of embarrasment interrupting the most wondrous single moment of my life. Before quickly remembering to banish these wretched thoughts... i had wobbled just slightly on my heels as the emotion and 'the fear" a moment struck me. Hands by my sides a oozed into Vicky as i totterred slighty forward. She giggled, held me as i cuddled into her.
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