HER VERY OWN SISSY

[Anonymous]

HER VERY OWN SISSY, PT. 15

Fortunately for the disgraced creature, its darling ducky panties rinsed perfectly clean under the faucet, and the lovely white and yellow colors were restored.  As the humiliated fairy recovered from its sniffling, its bossy teen owner ordered it to wring out the precious sissy undies and wrap them up in paper towels from the dispenser above the sink.

“B-b-but, Missth Mandy,” lisped the ridiculously effeminate thing.  “If my pantiesth are wet, what I am going to w-w-wear home?”

“Why nothing, little fairy freak,” said the amused blond beauty.  “Sissies who mess their panties have to go home bottomless!  That’s your lesson of the day, Muffin.”

“B-b-but, Missth Mandy,” said the weakling in stiff petticoats.  “Everybody will be able to sthee me!”

“Too bad,” shrugged the nonchalant cheerleader.  “If you don’t want your sissy wee-wee in plain sight, just push down your little dress in front.”

The mortified Muffin began to weep anew.  “Oh-oh-oh, Missth Mandy!  I’m sthooo sthcared!  If I pusth down my dressth in front, everyone can sthee m-m-my fanny!”

The cruel girl in pigtails giggled.  “What?  Is little sissy worried that some boy is going to get turned on by Muffin’s lily-white sissy butt?  Oh dear, then Muffin just might end up sitting bare-bottomed in some cute guy’s lap.  I bet a f-ggot like you would lo-o-o-ve that!”

The snooty teen laughed directly into her plaything’s face and then dragged it back into the restaurant’s dining room.  Poor Muffin was left to fend for its compromised modesty with one hand only.  Pressing its terribly brief dress and petticoats down over its crotch, the pathetic creature decided to sacrifice its rear for the protection of its front.  The sniveling sissy could only hope the walk to Mandy’s car would be a quick one.  That, however, was not to be the case.

Just as Mandy and Muffin were about to exit, three lovely teenagers walked into the eatery.  They were dressed in sexy varsity cheerleading uniforms identical to Mandy’s.

“Hey, girls!” said Mandy as she jerked her exposed sissy to a halt.  “I thought you’d be here an hour ago!”

“Sorry,” said one of the three.  “We wanted to sign up for the softball team tryouts and it took like forever.”

“Look, girls,” said Mandy now directing a beatific gaze at her miserable, self-conscious toy.  “This is my brand new sissy.  Introduce yourself, Muffin.”

“Helwo, my name isth Muffin, and I’m pwoperty of Missth Mandy Danielsth.”

The cheerleaders roared with laughter, wowed by the creature’s ultra-femmy appearance and incredibly childish voice.

“Muffin, this is Lena, Samantha and Alexis.”  The pantyless sissy was deeply relieved that its heartless owner had not forced it to curtsey.

Lena was a stunning Chinese girl with a face as delicate and flawless as a doll’s.  Her long black hair covered her shoulders like a silky cape.  She was a committed virgin -- and at the same time a shameless exhibitionist.  She took delight in knowing that thousands of men in stadiums and gymnasiums got hard by staring at her trim body in its short, tight cheerleader uniform and matching red panties.  She spent many hours perfecting her kicks, jumps and twirls to keep her skirt aloft as long as possible.  She had even re-hemmed her cheerleading panties to expose an extra two inches of adorable butt cheek.

Samantha was a brown-haired dream girl, with long bangs, big round eyes and a perfect 36-24-34 figure.  She had already used her good looks to remunerative advantage, snagging a geeky but very rich college boy, Myron, who showered her with front row concert tickets, four-star restaurant meals, diamond bracelets, and plane trips to the Rockies and the Caribbean.  As a reward, every once in a while she’d allow him to lick between her legs -- but nothing more.

Alexis was a petite blond with a mass of curly-frizzy hair pulled back with a black ribbon.  She had long, plucked-thin eyebrows, baby blue irises, and a little Cupid’s Bow mouth, to which she frequently applied fresh coats of bright red lipstick.  Alexis was snobbish, self-centered, acquisitive, hypercritical and cruel to anyone less powerful than she.  In other words, she was another, slightly less pretty version of Mandy.  Naturally, the two girls were bitter enemies -- while treating each other with utmost politeness.  It was so uncool to let it be known that anyone had gotten under your skin.

“Oh, it’s priceless!” said Lena bending to pinch Muffin’s cheek.

“And these curls!” said Samantha, taking one of the blond ringlets in her hand.  “It must take forever to get it ready in the morning.”

“Not really,” said Mandy with a shake of her thick pigtails.  “Muffin puts on its own curlers at night and takes them out in the morning.  I’m now training it to do my hair for me.”

“You know,” said Alexis in her bored, piping voice, “my grandmother asked me if I wanted my own sissy and I turned her down.  I said sissies are just too much trouble to keep after.  The little brats are either whining or getting into mischief.”

“Not Sissy Muffin,” said Mandy with an upward tilt of her pretty chin.  “The poor thing is hopelessly in love with me and will do whatever I tell it.  Watch this.  Muffin, get on your knees and lick my shoes.”

Released from Mandy’s grip, the sissy went to the floor and began swabbing the girl’s white oxfords with its dainty tongue.

“Awww, Mandy!  It’s so sweet!” gushed the beautiful Asian girl.  “Gosh, I wish I had my own sissy to dominate!”

“Me too,” mused Samantha with a sly grin.  “Hmmm, maybe if I go down on Myron he’ll buy me one.”

The cheerleaders all shrieked with laughter at the thought.

(To be continued.)

[Anonymous]

HER VERY OWN SISSY, PT. 16



Mandy clapped her hands.  â€śEnough, sissy!  Stand up straight!”  



Muffin ceased its tongue-bath of the pretty teenager’s shoes and quickly stood with its little hands folded and pressing the skimpy yellow dress over its bare crotch.



Meanwhile, the resentful Alexis had walked behind Muffin and was casting a critical eye at the angry red stripes that decorated the fairy’s bare white buttocks.  Ah, Mandy’s brand new toy, Alexis was thrilled to see, was not Miss Perfect Sissy after all.  While Mandy, Lena and Samantha were occupied in discussing Muffin’s list of duties, Alexis cooked up some mischief.  The petite cheerleader pretended to pay respectful attention to the others, but covertly moved her right hand closer to the pansy’s punished fanny.  Spotting an angry red welt, she placed the salon-manicured nails of her thumb and forefinger on either side of it.  The vindictive blond then took a deep breath and squeezed with all her bitchy might.



Poor Muffin screamed like an infant.



“What’s the matter with you, silly?” said the sissy’s frowning pigtailed owner.  â€śBe still while I’m talking.”



Mandy resumed the her description of her mother’s training sessions with Muffin and how the little thing was taught to clean each toilet directly after it has been used.  Alexis feigned interest but was inwardly exulting at being able to vandalize her enemy’s property.  Her sharp fingernails found another inflamed stripe . . . and thrust home!



This time Muffin stifled its girlish scream, jammed its mouth shut, and expressed its pain only through the big tears that welled up in its eyes.



Mandy, of course, knew exactly what evil Alexis was up to.  But Mandy would not let on.  How uncool to have it out with Alexis in this popular restaurant with everyone watching!  Besides, she was rather turned on by watching her little sissy’s face as it contorted in pain.  More fuel for the big climax to come!  



Finally, Alexis gave up her cruel game.  â€śWell, if the little darling’s so well behaved,” said the petite girl in her sharp, caustic voice, “why are there switch marks all over its little a--?”



Lena and Samantha came around to survey the pansy’s damaged derriere and whisper excitedly to one another.



“Oh, that,” laughed Mandy with the ease of an accomplished liar.  â€śSometimes I whip Muffin’s butt just for the fun of it. After all, if it’s a-- belongs to me, I can do whatever I want with it!”



“Girl, you are too wicked!” said Samantha, shaking her lovely head in admiration.



However, the fault-finding Alexis would not be deterred. “Okay, let’s see what its sissy pecker looks like,” demanded the snooty blond, the tip of her tongue running over pretty white teeth.



“Oh, yessss!” hissed the coquettish Lena.  â€śI’ll bet I can make it stand up straight just by blowing a kiss at it.”



“Some other time, girls,” said Mandy with a glance at her wristwatch.  â€śI’ve got a big night scheduled for my little fairy.”



Mercifully the conversation ended, and the pathetic sissy nearly wept with relief once it was led outside and seated again in Mandy’s stylish sports car.  After its public humiliation and torture, the poor slave would be only too happy to return home to its lowly duty of scrubbing toilets.



As they zoomed down the street, the wind blew back Mandy’s blond braids and she chuckled to herself.  â€śYou know, baby doll,” she said, “sometimes you are your own worst enemy.”



The petticoated thing looked back at her in remorse.  â€śI’m sthoooo sthowwy, Missth Mandy.  I want to be a good sthissthy.  I weally, weally do.”



“Then you’re going to have to try a lot harder, Muffy.  Good little sissies don’t cry and squirm when they are introduced to their owner’s friends.  They smile and bat their pretty eyelashes and show what perfect angels they are.”



The exhausted fairy knew that any objection it offered would be violently overruled.  â€śYesth, Missth Mandy,” it obediently squeaked.



“And good little sissies always kiss other sissies when they are told to do so.  And they always act like it’s a wonderful treat.”



“Yessth’m.”



“You know, precious, if you get with the program, you could have lots and lots of sissy fun.  In fact, a well behaved sissy gets yummy surprises we haven’t even told you about.”



“Weally?” said the girlish creature, perking up.



“Sure.  You know Sissy Shortcake, don’t you, sweetie?  Oh, of course you do!  You kissed it on the mouth this morning.  Well, when Shortcake has been a good little fairy all week long, its owner Miss Karen kind of lets it take a break from being a sissy.  You know what I mean?”



“Uh, no, Missth Mandy.”



Mandy took her right hand off the steering wheel and placed it on Muffin’s stockinged thigh.  The pathetic thing gasped with pleasure.



“Well, princess, if Shortcake has been very, very good then it gets to play at being a real boy for just a little bit.”



The beautiful girl moved her hand up to caress the bare skin above Muffin’s stocking top.  She could hear her effeminate toy panting with excitement.



“You know what that means, sissy?  It means that for just a little bit, Miss Karen gives little Shortcake permission to have a stiffy.  Its little wee-wee is allowed to get as hard as it wants.  Wouldn’t that be fun, Muffy?  To have a nice, hard dic-kie in your cute little sissy panties?”



The lovely teen girl let her hand travel to the hairless skin over Muffin’s pubic bone.  Her fingers ever so lightly made teasing circles just an inch away from the dazed sissy’s waking p-nis.



“And you know what, precious?  If adorable Shortcake has been a very, very, very good sissy, Miss Karen will peel off Shortcake’s panties and let the sissy lie face down on its Barbie towel and wiggle itself until it gets so excited it just can’t stand it!  Now, of course, Shortcake can’t put its hands on its wee-wee -- but it can rub its sissy body on the towel all it wants!  Oh, it’s so cute to watch it shake its little girlie a-- like the whole world depended on it!”



The pigtailed teaser knew Muffin’s member was rising to full attention and kept her hand at a careful distance.  Her plaything now sounded as though it was having trouble breathing.



“And guess what, sweetie?  Sometimes, Karen will put baby oil on her hands and rub her sissy’s wee-wee herself. Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!  It must be soooo nice for little Shortcake to have a pretty girl’s hands squeeze and cuddle its sissy stiffy!”



(To be continued)

[littlebetsy]

HER VERY OWN SISSY, PT. 17

“And you know what happens next?” asked the beautiful teen girl as her fingertips danced coyly next to her plaything’s erection.

“Uh-uh-uh, no, M-missth Mandy,” puffed the overwhelmed frilly fairy.

“What happens is that the poor little sissy just can’t control itself any longer.  It just jerks and twitches like a total spastic.  And then it pants and squeals and . . . and squirts its little spermies!  It squirts them, Muffy!  Squirts them right on its little Barbie towel!  Can you imagine how that must feel, sweetie?  Can you imagine being able to get hard and squirt your sissy spermies in front of a pretty girl -- like me?”

The tormenting cheerleader then withdrew her hand, for they had arrived in the garage of her home and it was time to get her aroused sissy toy inside the house.

“C’mon, sweet Muffy,” breathed the sexy girl into its ear as she unbuckled it and pulled it out of the car. 

“Just think about how much fun spermies could be with me!” she continued to whisper as she guided the weak, dazed creature inside the house.  “My hand could make your wee-wee so hard!  I’d hold you so good!  So tight!  And when you spurted, it would be so exciting you’d faint!”

Suddenly, the overwrought sissy found itself in the living room.  Mandy’s strong arms were wrapped around Muffin and holding the dazed creature so that its little hands were pinned to its chest.       

And sitting right in front of them was Mrs. Daniels wearing tight black capri pants and a tight lavender tank top.

“Hi, Mommy, we’re home!”

The lovely woman looked up from her magazine.

“Hello, dar-- . . . Sissy Muffin!  What happened to your panties?  And what . . . what is the meaning of having an erection in this house!  Did I not explain the rules, missy?  How dare you!”

Mandy had released her fairy and placed herself some distance away from it.  The miserable creature was now on its own.  It tried to speak, but its mind was too foggy with the desire that the teen girl had poured into it.

“I took Muffin to a restaurant,” explained Mandy in a voice of dismayed innocence, “and it made a terrible sissy mess in its panties, Mommy.  Don’t worry, though.  Thanks to my quick thinking we were able to get the nasty stains out.  But sissy was very rude and pouty to my friends.  And then in the car, because it had no panties on, it started playing with itself, even though I told it to stop several times.  I was driving and just couldn’t control the bad thing.  And, another thing, it got a terrible report from Sissyland.  Oh, Mommy, it’s just been an awful brat since I picked it up at school!”

“B-b-but, Misthtwess, t-t-that’sth not twue--“

“Shut up,” snapped Mrs. Daniels.  “I’m not interested in your pathetic excuses.”

The beautiful woman rose from the sofa and crossed her arms over her magnificent chest. 

“Sissy, sissy, sissy,” she sighed.  “Just what has gotten into you?  You’ve been given the cutest fairy clothes money can buy.  You’re enrolled in the finest sissy school in the land.  You’ve been made the pansy plaything of the prettiest girl in town.  And how do you repay us?  By engaging in the most disgusting and repulsive behavior I can imagine!”

Mrs. Daniels grabbed Muffin by its blond curls, bent its dainty head back, and brought her own beautiful face very close.  “But I do not intend to be obstructed by a selfish piglet that can think of nothing except its own nasty little wee-wee.  Therefore, naughty sissy, you will be punished -- and punished most severely!  I intend to discipline you in a way that will make your previous session with the hairbrush seem like a soothing massage.  Furthermore, I plan to call in a professional sissy trainer to help you get your act together, missy.  It won’t be fun, but when she’s done with you, you’ll never be naughty again!”

The forceful woman released the trembling creature and turned to her daughter.  “Darling, take Muffin to my bedroom and strap it down.  I just have a quick phone call to make.”  And then her high heels clicked out of the room.

The terrified, bare-bottomed sissy turned to the lovely teenager in pigtails.  The insouciant girl threw back her shoulders to show off her pert young breasts.  Then she stuck out her tongue and wiggled her adorable adolescent hips.

“Let’s go, little f-ggot,” she giggled.  “You’re about to get your punishment.  And I’m about to get my kicks!”

But poor Muffin could imagine no punishment worse than the betrayal that the lovely girl had dealt it, and once more the sissy burst into tears.

The End

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