Turned Sissy By My Lesbian Girlfriend Part 3: Eager to Please

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Oh... does Granny's little darling sissy want to cum... Hmmm? Does sweet Rita want a nice sissy cummie...?" See that sweet slutty Latino teen? Watch her lovely ass - that's how you should train to move as well." Yy... yesss... pluu .. pleee... please... Miss Mistre... Granny... can I... may I... have ... be allowed to -- to cum?" Now, sweetie, you are an absolutely adorable vision! A perfect lesbian sissy schoolgirl slut! Ready to serve and please her Mistress! So now your training must begin! First of all - let me see you simply standing."

She also instructed me to recite a prayer, whilst I sniffed her most intimate scent: "Please Mistress, you are most wonderful and desirable. Let me be your lesbian sissy slut. Allow me to know your most intimate scent and allow me to please you in all manners you deem me worthy off. Do not lead me into the temptation of self-pleasure, my sissy body belongs only to you, my most formidable and beautiful Mistress". Afterwards, she kissed me, still with her mouth filled with my sissy juices and I had to gulp down all my own excretions and found it not disgusting at all but strangely exhilarating. She gently pulled the flimsy, lacy panties up my legs and patted them is place. They were small and very tight, hugging my hips and nicely outlining my slightly fleshy bottom. My small plums and stiffie were confined in a silky prison and Miss Johnstone's fingers teased and tapped what she consequently called my sissy clit, so a small wet spot appeared at the very tip. I was not allowed to touch my sissy clit or nipples in any pleasurable manner. "You are MY sissy girl, Rita. And you must not pleasure yourself! That is my special duty and privilege. Do you understand?" It will become much more natural to you with practice, and I'll keep you in line and working diligently on your walking with this."And I missed you, beloved Mommy", said my sexy Mother as she at last turned at looked directly at me. I spent an additional excruciating half hour walking in front of Mistress Johnstone as she corrected my posture and steps by diligent use of the riding crop on my tortured posterior or on my upper thighs. I was crying silently by the end of it, and my feet were hurting terribly, but I was starting to get the hang of moving comfortably as a sissy girl in my schoolgirl clothes and high heels. Oh, Rita, you do desire to be a slutty little lesbian, don't you? Oh, yes... Granny knows...knows how much you want to be treated like a little sissy..."

I was thus very excited and dripping sissy juice when we were finished, and this naturally gave rise to a severe spanking, with a hairbrush, or a leather paddle, from my Mistress. After having thanked her for my punishment, we would then dress for the day. My room had, like me, been feminized, and all my male clothes hidden. Pink and red were the dominating colors now and stuffed toys and dolls has replaced the previous Star Wars collection. There, there little darling. You took you spanking very well. Now thank me for delivering your deserved punishment by kneeling and kissing my hand and thanking me verbally." I did not know when mother was to return, so I was totally unprepared when she arrived, late on a Saturday evening.The implications hit me, there and then: My Mother was undoubtedly part of this plan to make me a sissy and must know not only of my Granny Mistress, but also of Miss Johnstone! I had been subjected to a subtle plan of seduction set into play by these three dominant women! And my Mother was going to molest me and keep me dressed as a sissy slut! She was a lesbian and wanted me as her lesbian subservient daughter to satisfy her lust and desire! She first took an adjustable, elastic harness and fitted it on my chest. It was like a bra but not with cups: instead it had two circles which went over my sissy tits and she tightened it, so my bosom was pushed up and forward. Then she took the matching pink top from the bed and put in on me. It was also a tight fit and my now throbbing, stiff nipples strained against the satiny fabric. She laughed. "Ah, well - I'll make allowances for a sweet lesbo sissy girl in love. For you are in love with me, are you not?" During warm up and all the way through the Pilates exercises, Grandma would remind me of how to behave correctly by using a riding crop. Sometime gently teasing me, sometimes slapping my bared nipples or bottom, sometimes rubbing my imprisoned sissy clit. She would carefully instruct me in the rules that she had laid down for me. She would stand behind me, teasing my imprisoned nipples and constrained clittie whilst lewdly kissing my ears and reinforcing her regulations for sissy lesbian Rita.