"Sissy's Period Training"

i am a sissy going through puberty. My Mistress has told me that my next step is: period training. It consists of two tasks. the first is to assist Mistress during per menstruation period and for me to experience a sissy period at the same time. My duties to her include:buy all her pads, tampons, etc. Follow Mistress to the toilet(in hands and knees). I am to check to see if her pad needs changing or if she needs a new tampon.When mistress is finished at the toilet I am to clean her with my tongue.

The apartment was filled with a tense, electric atmosphere. I knew what was coming, but the anticipation still made my heart race. Mistress had been clear about my next task: period training. I was to assist her during her cycle, and experience a surrogate period of my own. The thought of it made me shudder, but I knew better than to disobey. Mistress was sprawled out on the couch, her legs spread wide, displaying her wet pink pussy. She had a pad on, but it was already soaked through. I could see the stains spreading, and it made my mouth water despite the humiliation. “Kneel,” she commanded, her voice sharp. I dropped to my knees, my face inches from her cunt. “You know what to do. Check my pad. See if it needs changing.” I leaned in, my nose brushing against the moist fabric. I could smell her, sharp and metallic, mixed with the familiar scent of her arousal. “It’s soaked, Mistress,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Then change it,” she ordered, pushing a pack of pads towards me. My hands shook as I tore open the package, the sound of the plastic ripping echoing in the silent room. I slid the soaked pad out from under her, replacing it with a fresh one. The cool fabric contrasted with her hot skin, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. “Now, clean me,” she demanded, spreading her legs wider. I leaned in, my tongue tentative as it first made contact with her slit. I licked up, tasting her, tasting the remnants of her blood mixed with her sweetness. She groaned, her hips bucking slightly, pushing her pussy harder against my face. I lapped at her, cleaning her, my own arousal growing with each lick. My own pads rubbed against my thighs, a reminder of my own task. My Mistress was pleased, I could tell. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as she came closer to her climax. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue delving deeper, lapping up every drop of her. She gasped, her body convulsing as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I swallowed, my own body aching with need. But this was not about me. This was about serving my Mistress, and I would do so to the best of my ability.

My Mistress told that it time to experience my sissy period. Not all feminine periods are so you must get your own "sissy Period" List of Sissy duties: Drink 2 gallons of water daily( this will cause menstrual bloating). Take 2 feminine laxatives twice/day. Wear maxi pads. Attach clothes pins to nipples at night. take two tablespoons of cater oil in morning and with dinner. These steps should continue for 5 days.

My Mistress, now satisfied and with a fresh pad secured, stood up and looked down at me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and amusement. "It's time for you to experience your own sissy period," she said, her voice firm. "You need to understand what it feels like, what it means to serve me completely." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what was coming, and the thought both terrified and excited me. "Here are your duties," she began, ticking them off on her fingers. "Drink two gallons of water daily. This will cause some menstrual bloating, a small taste of what I go through." I swallowed hard, imagining the discomfort that would come with that much water. "Take two feminine laxatives twice a day," she continued, her voice leaving no room for argument. "And wear maxi pads at all times. You need to feel the discomfort, the inconvenience." I could already feel the bulkiness between my legs, the constant reminder of my submission. "At night, attach clothes pins to your nipples," she ordered, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "And take two tablespoons of castor oil in the morning and with dinner. This should continue for five days." I felt a shiver run down my spine, the enormity of the task settling over me. But I knew better than to protest. This was my path, my duty. I would endure it, for her. I stood up, my body already aching with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. I started to walk towards the kitchen to begin my first task, the weight of the maxi pad between my legs a stark reminder of my new role. As I passed her, she reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair. She yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at her. "Remember, sissy," she growled, "this is for me. Every drop of water, every pinch of the clothes pins, every mess in your pants. It's all for me." I nodded, my eyes watering from the pain in my scalp. "Yes, Mistress," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. As she released me, I hurried to the kitchen, my mind racing with the tasks ahead. The first gallon of water was already waiting for me, the clear liquid glinting under the harsh kitchen lights. I picked it up, taking a deep gulp, the cold liquid filling my stomach. This was going to be a long five days.

If Mistress and Sissy are in public when she uses the bathroom Sissy willow follow her and kiss her hand as a sign of respect before she goes in. Sissy. will wait until Mistress emerges,Sissy shall greet her with another kiss of her hand. If mistress's panties are soiled with blood , sissy shall hand wash them. Sissy shall keep his own speciat"period pnties" to be worn during the duration of Mistress's period.

"It's time to test your obedience in public," Mistress said, snapping her fingers for me to follow. I trailed behind her, my steps hurried to keep up. We walked into a bustling café, the chatter and clinking of cups filling the air. Mistress headed straight for the restroom, pushing the door open. I paused, then followed, my heart pounding. I dropped to my knees, pressing my lips to her hand in a swift, respectful kiss. She smirked down at me, then disappeared into a stall. I waited, my knees aching against the cold tile floor, the scent of bleach and urine filling my nostrils. People came and went, giving me curious glances, but I kept my eyes down, focused on my task. A few minutes later, Mistress emerged, her expression satisfied. I stood, leaning in to kiss her hand again. She held it out, allowing me to press my lips to her skin. Her fingers brushed against my cheek, a soft, almost affectionate touch. I looked down and saw the faint red stain on her panties, a dark spot seeping through the fabric. My stomach churned, but I didn't hesitate. I knew what I had to do. "Come," she ordered, striding out of the restroom. I followed her to a nearby sink, the cool air of the café hitting my flushed face. Mistress handed me her soiled panties, the fabric damp and warm. I turned on the faucet, the water running cold over my hands as I began to wash them. The water turned pink, swirling down the drain. I scrubbed vigorously, my eyes focused on the task, ignoring the stares of the patrons. Once clean, I folded them neatly, pressing them to my face for a moment before handing them back to her. "Good sissy," she murmured, tucking them into her bag. I felt a flush of pride, my body responding to her approval. I looked down at my own pants, the special "period panties" I was instructed to wear, a thick, bulky layer against my skin. They were already slightly damp, a reminder of my duties. Mistress turned to me, her eyes gleaming. "Now, let's get you another gallon of water," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. I nodded, following her back into the crowded café, my body aching with a mix of humiliation and arousal. As we left the café, Mistress stopped and looked at me. "Why are you wearing those panties, sissy?" she asked, her voice sharp. I swallowed hard, my face flushing with embarrassment. "To remind me of my duties, Mistress," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Good. Now, let's get home. You have a lot of work to do." I followed her out of the café, my steps heavy with the weight of my tasks, my body already screaming from the water and laxatives. But I knew I had to endure, for her.

Mistress reminds me of my privileges: Whe attend to Mistress's needs in the bathroom, I will kiss the pad each time her panties come down. When using a tampon I will briefly suckle on it. Sissy will lick Mistress clean or blood and urine when she is finished or at any time she so chooses. Sissy may be required to wear Mistress's soiled pads and insert tampons in her Sissy pussy. Mistress may have sissy kneel before her and used pads/tampons and msturbate to climax upon them and then lick his cum off the pad/tampon.

As we entered the house, Mistress turned to me, her eyes serious. "You remember your privileges, sissy?" she asked, her voice firm. I nodded, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. I knew exactly what she was referring to, and the thought made my stomach churn with a dark anticipation. "Good," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now, strip. I want to see you in nothing but your period panties." I quickly complied, shedding my clothes until I stood before her, vulnerable and exposed, except for the thick, bulky fabric that chafed against my skin. Mistress circled me like a predator, her eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of my submissive form. She reached out, her fingers tracing the waistband of my panties, sending a shiver down my spine. "You look pathetic, sissy. Just the way I like you." She grabbed the pad. I looked away from her and gazed at the floor. I could hear the pad coming off. "Look at me, you pathetic little boy. I want you to kiss the pad, sissy. Show me your gratitude for the privilege of serving me." I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the pad, tasting the faint metallic scent of her blood. It was a grim reminder of my place, of my duties. Mistress watched me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good sissy," she murmured, tucking the pad into her pocket. She ordered me kneel. I pressed my cheek to the floor. She placed her foot on the back of my neck. Mistress tapped the outside of my thigh. I spread my legs and placed my hands behind my back. She walked behind me and shoved her fingers into my mouth. She began rubbing my tongue and gums with her fingers. She pulled them out and put them into my anus. She moved them around slowly and pulled them out. I closed my mouth and shifted my weight to my toes. She squatted in front of me and jammed her fingers into my mouth again. She began rubbing my lips and cheeks with her fingers. She pulled them out and put them into her mouth. She pulled them out and put them back into my mouth. She did this several times. I kept my mouth open and tried not to make any noises. I didn't want to upset her. I knew she might hurt me if she became angry. She looked at me. She smiled and patted me on the head. She pulled out a soiled tampon, the string dripping with a mix of blood and urine. She held it out to me, her eyes challenging. "Suckle, sissy," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the tampon, tasting the bitter, coppery flavor. I sucked gently, my eyes watering from the unpleasant taste, but I didn't stop. I knew better than to displease her. She watched me, her expression inscrutable, until she finally pulled the tampon away. "Enough," she said, tossing it to the floor. "Clean it up, sissy. Lick it clean." I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick the tampon, cleaning off every last trace of her fluids. Her eyes bore into me, her satisfaction palpable. She crosses her arms and watched me lick the tampon. She pats the floor in front of her. I look at her as I place my hands on either side of my body. She places her feet in front of me and presses the soles of her feet into my chest. She rubbed the sole of her feet back and forth over my chest and stomach. I kept my head bowed. She patted my head. She instructed me to stand up and head to the bedroom. She had me sit on the bed. She had me lean back and raise my legs. She grabbed the pad from the floor and placed it on my stomach. She handed me a tampon. She ordered me to insert it. I grabbed the tampon. I slowly pushed it into my anus. I felt it touch my prostate. My cock began to twitch. She watched it carefully, a cruel smile on her face. "It seems like you enjoy this, sissy," she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're pathetic." I felt a flush of shame, but my body betrayed me, my cock hardening despite the humiliation. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, squeezing lightly. "Does this feel good, sissy?" she asked, her voice mocking. "Does my dirty little sissy like being used like this?"

Mistress has a friend who is also experiencing her period. This friend a is very large woman with q big ass and big breasts. Mistress invites her over so her sissy can service her. The friend shows us her very soiled pad and mistress diects to the bathroom so I can help this large woman and show her that my mistress has train me well in serving a woman during her period.

My eyes met Mistress's, a silent question in my gaze. She smirked, reading my thoughts. "This is Clara, and she's experiencing a rather... heavy flow today. I thought you could help her out, show her how well-trained you are." Clara stood, her massive frame towering over me. Her breasts strained against her top, and her thighs were thick and powerful. She smirked down at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "Mistress has told me so much about you," she purred, her voice deep and husky. "Let's see what you can do, sissy." I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest. Mistress nodded, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. Clara stepped closer, her scent filling my nostrils—a mix of sweat, perfume, and the coppery tang of blood. She reached down, pulling up her skirt to reveal a pair of thick, stained panties. The fabric was soaked, dark patches spreading across the crotch. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, slowly inching them down. Her bush was thick and unkempt, the curls glistening with a mix of fluids. She stepped out of the panties, handing them to me. "Clean these, sissy," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. I took the panties, the fabric damp and heavy in my hands. I turned on the faucet, the cold water rushing over the stained fabric. I scrubbed vigorously, the water turning pink, then red, as I washed away the evidence of her cycle. Clara watched me, her eyes never leaving my face, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Once clean, I folded them neatly, pressing them to my face for a moment before handing them back to her. "Good sissy," she murmured, taking the panties and tucking them into her bag. She pushed me into the bathroom and into a small stool. She had me put both my hands on the sides. She placed her feet on either side of my chest and her vagina on my face. I could feel her juices and blood on my face. I started to lick. She grabbed the back of my head and started moving my face back and forth. She slowly pushed her fingers in my mouth. She started to rub my tongue with her fingers. She pulled them out. Clara started moaning. I could feel my cock start to throb. She reached down and squeezed my cock. I moaned into her vagina. She pulled her pussy off of my face. "You like being my bitch don't you?" Clara said, with a wicked smile on her face. I could not speak, but nodded my head. She laughed. She instructed me to suck on her clit. She grabbed her breasts and started to rub her nipples. She began to moan softly. I could feel her vagina getting wetter. I could also feel her clit getting harder. My cock began to throb harder. Clara began to move faster. Her moans began to get louder. She quickly pulled her pussy from my face. She pulled me up. She kissed me deeply. She pushed me back to the stool. She instructed me to lie on my back. She placed a foot on the floor and placed her vagina on my mouth. "Lick" she ordered. I obeyed.

After Clara experienced a climax, she asked Mistress if her Sissy serviced assholes also. My Mistress said that her sissy will do anything I ask her to do or he know she ill be punished. Show us what you can do to both of our assholes.

I obeyed her relentlessly as she ground my face into her. Her juices smeared my cheeks, and her clit throbbed against my tongue. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of dominance and pleasure. As she reached her climax, her body shook, and she bucked against my face, riding out her orgasm until she finally pulled away, breathless and satisfied. Clara looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust. She turned to Mistress, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Does your sissy service assholes too?" she asked, her voice husky with spent desire. Mistress smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "My sissy will do anything I ask her to do, or she knows she'll be punished," she replied, her voice firm. Clara's smile widened, and she turned back to me, her eyes roaming over my body with newfound interest. "Show us what you can do, sissy," she commanded, bending over and presenting her ass to me. She spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered hole. "Lick," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. I crawled forward, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy juices trailing down her thighs, mixing with the blood from her period. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick her asshole, tasting the salty, musky flavor of her skin. She moaned, pressing back against my face, urging me deeper. I complied, my tongue probing and licking, exploring every inch of her most intimate place. Mistress watched, her eyes never leaving my face, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She enjoyed seeing me so utterly submissive, so completely at the mercy of another woman's desires. Clara pulled away, turning to Mistress with a wicked grin. "Your turn, Mistress," she purred, gesturing to me. "Let's see how well he services you." Mistress stood, her eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. She turned, bending over and presenting her ass to me, just as Clara had done. I could see the thin line of her thong, the fabric damp and clinging to her skin. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, slowly inching them down, revealing her asshole, tight and puckered, just like Clara's. She spread her cheeks, giving me a clear view of her most intimate place. "Lick," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. I crawled forward, my tongue darting out to lick her asshole, tasting the salty, musky flavor of her skin. She moaned, pressing back against my face, urging me deeper. I complied, my tongue probing and licking, exploring every inch of her most intimate place. I could hear her moans, feel her body trembling with pleasure. I knew I was doing well, that I was pleasing her in the way she demanded.

After servicing Mistress and Clara, Mistress explained to her that her Sissy is learning what's it like to have a period. She told of the water I must drink every day during period, my period panties, the laxatives, wearing of maxi pads, use of clothes pins on nipple at night and the dose of cater oil every day. she described how she sent me out shopping in my sissy outfit to buy pads, tampons and to buy new panties and a dress.whe needing the bathroom, I am required to use the ladies.

Mistress's eyes gleamed with a mix of cruelty and amusement as she detailed my routine. Clara listened intently, her breath hitching with excitement. "And how does he handle it all?" Clara asked, her voice thick with lust. "Like a good little sissy," Mistress replied, running a hand through my hair, gripping it tightly. "He drinks every drop, wears the panties all day, and even shops for his own supplies. Isn't that right, sissy?" I nodded, my face still pressed against Mistress's ass. She pushed back harder, forcing my tongue deeper. I could taste the slight tang of her arousal, the saltiness of her skin. Clara watched, her eyes never leaving my face, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Mistress pulled away, turning to face me. She reached down, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at her. "And what do you think of all this, sissy?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "I... I like it, Mistress," I stammered, my voice muffled against her hand. "I like... serving you." Clara chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And what about me, sissy?" she asked, stepping closer. "Do you like serving me too?" I nodded, my eyes flicking between the two women. "Yes, Mistress Clara," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I like serving you too." Mistress smiled, releasing my chin. She turned to Clara, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Would you like to see more of what he can do?" she asked, her voice laced with lust. Clara's eyes widened, a hungry look in her gaze. "Oh, yes," she purred. "I would love to see more."

Mistress had me kneel in front of Clara and ask if he could off her period pad and remove her tampon. they were both very bloody. he licked her pad and sucked her tampon. He was very humiliated. Mistress then told him to like her bloody pussy clean while masturbating to a climax on her pad and tampon. Clara was delighted and asked Mistress if she could borrow her sissy next month during her period. Mistress said sure but you must take him shopping for new panties and also him him but ome sex toys that we can use together with him.

Mistress's lips curled into a smug, satisfied smile. "Strip," she ordered Clara, her voice leaving no room for argument. Clara eagerly complied, shedding her clothes until she stood naked before me, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her pussy swollen and flushed. She knew exactly what she wanted, and Mistress knew exactly how to make it happen. Clara lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I could see the bloody mess of her pussy, the pad beneath her soaked through. Mistress handed me a damp cloth, and I began to clean her, wiping away the blood and her juices. She moaned, her hips bucking slightly as I worked, her body responding to even this small touch. "Good sissy," Mistress purred, running a hand through my hair. "Now, clean her properly. Use your tongue. Bring her to the edge, but don't let her fall over until I say so." I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick her folds, tasting the coppery tang of her blood mixed with her sweetness. Clara moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as I worked, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel her body tensing, her breath hitching as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Mistress watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. She enjoyed seeing me so utterly submissive, so completely at the mercy of another woman's desires. She reached down, grabbing my hair, forcing my head down harder against Clara's pussy. "Deeper," she commanded. "Make her scream." Clara's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath me as I complied, my tongue probing deeper, licking and sucking at her folds. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close. Mistress released my hair, stepping back to watch. "Stop," she ordered, her voice firm. I pulled back, my face glistening with Clara's juices and blood. Clara moaned in frustration, her body trembling with unspent desire. Mistress smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Not yet, my dear," she purred. "First, our sissy has some shopping to do." Clara's eyes lit up with excitement, anticipation for what was to come.

Clara took Sissy shopping all dressed up in her girlie clothes. They shopped for panties, bras, skirts, nighties and a girdle to give Sissy the girl shaped body she desired. Next took her sopping for sex toys like dildo, strapons, vibrators. The clerk even had Sissy, Clara and herelf try out together. Sissy was so humiliated, but he was aroused by their time together.

The brightly lit lingerie section of the department store was a harsh contrast to the dimly lit bedroom they had left behind. Clara, dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a skirt that showed off her legs, grinned as she tossed a lacy bra into the cart. "Pick out some panties that you think would look good on you, sissy," she commanded, a wicked gleam in her eye. She looked at the clerk, "And help her find a good girdle. We want a nice hourglass shape." I blushed deeply, feeling the eyes of the clerk and a few curious shoppers on me. I was dressed in a pink skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of white panties with little flowers on them, a stark contrast to the manly physique I tried to hide. I felt so exposed, so humiliated, but my cock was hardening in my panties, betraying my arousal. Clara watched, her eyes gleaming with amusement as I hesitantly picked up a pair of lacy black panties. She nodded approvingly. "Those will look good on you. Now, let's find a nice girdle." The clerk, a middle-aged woman with a professional smile, led me to the girdle section. She picked up a black one, running her hands over it. "This one will give you a nice shape," she said, her eyes flicking over my body. Clara nodded, her eyes on my face. "Try it on, sissy. Let's see how it looks." I took the girdle, my hands trembling slightly. I could feel the eyes of the clerk and Clara on me as I stepped into the changing room, the cold plastic against my skin sending shivers down my spine. I stepped out, the girdle squeezing my waist, pushing my hips out, and flattening my stomach. Clara's eyes widened, a smirk playing on her lips. "Damn, sissy, you look almost convincing," she purred. "But we need to fill out that bra properly." She turned to the clerk. "We need to try out the vibrators, dildos, and strap-ons. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly." The clerk nodded, her professional smile never wavering. "Right this way," she said, leading us to a private section of the store. Clara's hand slipped into mine, her fingers squeezing as she led me towards my next humiliation. "Put this one in your mouth, suck on it", she said as she handed me a sucker.

The sucker tasted like pussy. It was a sign of things to come. Clara put on a strap-on and use it on my girlie pussy while I ate the clerk pussy. Next the clerk used a strap-on on me while Clara used the dildo on her pussy. Then I lick both their ussie clean as well as their asses. We went home and told Mistress all about our shopping and the use of the toys.

The sucker was thick and hard, the taste of pussy filling my mouth as I sucked on it obediently. Clara's eyes gleamed with lust as she watched me, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. She handed me a small bottle of lube, her voice firm but breathy. "Get the clerk ready for you, sissy. Make her nice and wet." I uncapped the bottle, my hands shaking slightly as I poured the lube onto my fingers. The clerk, still smiling professionally, turned around, lifting her skirt to reveal a pair of plain white cotton panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, sliding them down to her ankles and stepping out. She bent over slightly, giving me clear access. I reached up, my lubed fingers tracing the slick folds of her pussy. She moaned softly, her body relaxing as I began to rub and circle her clit. Clara watched, her own fingers busy strapping on a impressive dildo, her eyes never leaving my hands. The clerk moaned louder, her body pushing back against my hand as I slid two fingers inside her, my thumb continuing to rub her clit. "Enough," Clara commanded, her voice harsh. "Get on your knees, sissy. It's time for you to eat." I obeyed, my mouth replacing my fingers, my tongue licking and sucking at her pussy. She moaned, her hands gripping my hair as I worked. Behind me, I could hear the slick sound of lube being applied, the rustle of clothes. Clara's hands gripped my hips, and I felt the cold, hard tip of the strap-on pressing against my ass. I tensed, a whimper escaping my lips. The clerk's pussy was forgotten as I braced myself for the inevitable pain and humiliation. "Relax, sissy," Clara purred, her voice a harsh contrast to her words. "You know you love it." I tried to relax, my breath hitching as she pushed the head of the dildo inside me. The clerk moaned, her hips bucking against my face as Clara began to move, her strokes slow and deep. I could feel every inch of the dildo as it filled me, stretching me, making me burn. The clerk came with a cry, her body trembling as she rode my face. Clara sped up, her hips slapping against my ass as she fucked me harder, deeper. I could feel my own cock hardening, trapped and useless in my panties. I was a sissy, a fucktoy, and I loved every second of it. Behind me, I could hear the slick sound of the clerk strapping on her own dildo, her breaths coming in excited gasps. I braced myself, knowing what was to come. I didn't have long to wait. The clerk positioned herself behind me, her hands gripping my hips. She pushed inside me, her strokes hard and deep, matching Clara's rhythm. I was sandwiched between them, their bodies using mine for their pleasure. Clara reached around, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling it as she fucked me. I moaned, the sensation too much, my body on the verge of exploding. The clerk leaned forward, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she came, her body shuddering against mine. Clara followed soon after, her cry of release filling the room. I was left panting, my body aching, my cock hardening in my panties. But I knew my role, my place. I turned around they fucked me. They had just started to enjoy themselves. I had to clean them up, lick every inch of their bodies, taste their juices and sweat. I had to make them feel good, make them feel like queens. And as I dropped to my knees, my tongue licking the clerk's pussy clean, I knew that this was just the beginning. This was my role, my purpose. I was their sissy, their fucktoy, and I loved every second of it.

I knelt on the plush rug in Mistress's living room, my forehead pressed against the cool wood floor. Clara stood beside me, her voice breathless as she recounted our adventures in the department store. Mistress listened intently, her eyes gleaming with interest. I could hear the rustle of her skirt as she shifted, her heels clicking on the floor. "She did well, didn't she?" Mistress purred, her voice like velvet. Her high heel tap- tapped, and she kicked my chin up with the toe of her shoe until I met her gaze. Clara nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, yes. She was quite the obedient sissy. Did everything we told her to." Mistress's eyes never left mine as she spoke. "And you enjoyed it, didn't you, my little sissy?" She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear me say it. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress." She reached down, her fingers tangling in my hair as she forced my head back, exposing my throat. "And what did you enjoy the most, hmm? Being filled with those big dildos? Licking that clerk's pussy? Or maybe it was the humiliation, being paraded around in those panties and that girdle." I swallowed hard, my body responding to her touch, to her words. "All of it, Mistress. I loved it all." She smiled, her grip tightening in my hair. "Good girl. I have a special treat for you tonight. But first, you need to show me how much you appreciate my gifts." I looked up at her, my eyes wide with anticipation. She gestured to the table behind her, where a variety of toys lay spread out. "Choose one. And then, you're going to use it on Clara while I watch. Show me how well you've learned your lessons." I hesitated, my eyes scanning the array of toys. Clara stepped forward, her voice a sultry purr. "Come on, sissy. Don't be shy. I know you want to. I saw how hard you were in those panties. I saw how much you loved it." I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up a thick, ridged dildo. Clara's eyes gleamed with approval as she stroked my hair. "Good choice. Now, come here and show me what you've learned." I moved towards her, my body already responding, my cock hardening in my panties. Mistress watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and approval. She could see the hunger in my eyes, the need to please, to serve. And she knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember. Clara turned to face her. Her skirt was tight and short, and her legs were so long and smooth. She leaned forward, her hands braced on the table as she presented her ass to me. I could see the wet spot on her panties, the outline of her pussy lips. I reached out, my fingers tracing the lacy edge, feeling her shiver at my touch. "Go on, sissy," she purred. "Show me what you've got." I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her ass inch by inch. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I could see her pussy, glistening with her arousal, her lips swollen and red. I reached out, my fingers tracing her folds, feeling her moan at my touch. I looked up at Mistress, seeking her approval. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Lick her, sissy. Make her feel good." And she smiled and touched herself. Clara moaned, her body pushing back against my face as I began to lick, my tongue tracing her folds, circling her clit. She tasted sweet, her juices coating my tongue as I lapped at her pussy. Behind me, I could hear the rustle of Mistress's skirt, the soft sounds of her touching herself as she watched. I could feel her eyes on me, her approval spurring me on. Clara's moans filled the room, her body writhing as I licked and sucked, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking her slowly, deeply. I could feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I knew she was close, her body on the verge of exploding. And I wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. So, I reached forward, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing and circling it as I licked and sucked. And with a cry, she came, her body shuddering, her juices flooding my mouth. I lapped it up, my tongue never stopping, never slowing, as I brought her down from her high. Behind me, Mistress moaned, her own orgasm rippling through her as she watched. I turned to her, my face glistening with Clara's juices, my body aching with need. And I knew that tonight was far from over.

Mistress said "You've been such a good little Sissy today, doing everything we asked it's time for give you some enjoyment. Let's see if you can come with Clara sitting on you face and me sitting with your little girlie clit in my pussy.

Mistress's voice was a low purr, dripping with lust and command. "Strip, sissy. I want to see every inch of your pathetic, little body." Clara stepped back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she watched me comply. I stood, my hands trembling as I began to undress, piece by piece. My clothes dropped to the floor, a puddle of fabric at my feet. I stood naked, my small cock and girlish breasts on full display. Mistress's eyes roamed over me, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "On the floor, on your back," she commanded, and I obeyed. Clara moved to stand by my head, her eyes locked onto mine. She straddled my face, her pussy hovering just above my mouth. "Remember, sissy," Mistress said, her voice sharp. "You're not to move unless I tell you to. Understand?" I nodded, my breath hitching as Clara lowered herself onto my face. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my tongue in her pussy. But I didn't dare move. Mistress watched, her eyes gleaming with lust as she straddled my hips, her pussy hovering over my cock. She reached down, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling it until I was whimpering beneath her. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she impaled herself on my cock, taking every inch of it inside her. I moaned, the sensation of her tight pussy around me almost too much to bear. She began to move, her hips rolling and grinding as she fucked me. Above me, Clara moaned, her body grinding against my face as she used me for her pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I struggled to hold back. Mistress's eyes were locked onto mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she fucked me harder, faster. "You may come, sissy," she commanded, her voice harsh. "Come for me. Now." And with a cry, I did. My body convulsed, my cock pulsing inside her as I came. Above me, Clara cried out, her body shuddering as she came too, her juices flooding my mouth. Mistress followed soon after, her body trembling as she rode out her own orgasm. And as we all came down from our highs, I knew that this was just the beginning. I was their sissy, their plaything, and I lived for their pleasure.