itsmeganprincess: Amber New Toy (Part 8)Sissy Fiction by MeganprincessAs Amber sat the sissy in fron
itsmeganprincess: Amber New Toy (Part 8)Sissy Fiction by MeganprincessAs Amber sat the sissy in front of the vanity mirror in her tight little jean shorts and top and started rummaging through her makeup, Jennifer, forgetting herself, spoke up with her old boy’s voice:‘Do we really have to keep doing this?’‘Umm excuse me, princess? You are to call me Miss Amber. And use your pretty girl voice at all times with me. Now try again, Jennifer.’Amber stood behind the chair, hands on hips watching her victim over the shoulder in the mirror, and a slight smile was evident when she heard the high-pitched voice again:‘Miss Amber, can we please stop?’‘No, Jennifer we can’t. You are my toy. My doll. You will obey or be exposed. Think of the video and pictures I have of you now in your pretty little maid uniform. Want me to send copies anonymously to your parents? Maybe spend the next few weeks trying to convince them that your best friend’s little sister somehow made you wear it and prance around and clean? You aren’t frowning in any of the pictures. Now hold still. Let’s do your foundation, sweetheart. Watch how I do it, Jennifer, so you can do your makeup on your own. See? A little dab of foundation on your chin, nose, cheeks, and forehead and then we take your little beauty blender and rub it in nice and evenly. Never forget to blend at the neck. What comes next, Jennifer?’‘Umm. My powder, Miss Amber?’‘Yes. Good girl! Grab the big brush and gently apply it over your foundation. I am so proud of you. So…what color of eyeshadow would be best for you considering your pretty outfit? Think about it, baby girl. What color are your shorts and top? Don’t worry about your pink nail polish you can always pick a new color for that.’‘My shorts are blue and my top and heels are pink, Miss Amber. So, I should wear either blue or pink eyeshadow to match?’‘Oh my God, you are too sweet! Tell me what color eyeshadow you want to wear, Jennifer.’‘Blue.’ The sissy said not very enthusiastically.‘Not good enough sissy. Now try again. Ask me nicely for your eyeshadow, Jenni.’‘’May I please wear blue eyeshadow today, Miss Amber?’‘Good girl. Yes, you may. Close your eyes and let your babysitter do your pretty eyeshadow. Very good girl.’This took a few minutes as Amber layered two different tones above each other on the sissy’s eyelids. Something in the sissy began to rebel again as Amber hummed and brushed blush on his cheeks:‘Please Miss Amber, please stop. I don’t want to play anymore. I don’t like it.’With mock surprise Amber replied in a condescending voice:‘Oh, the sissy doesn’t like, does she? Hmm. Does sissy like her pretty panties? Does sissy like sleeping in pretty silky nightgowns? Does sissy like when I kiss her neck softly and sweetly like this?’Here, Amber seductively kissed Jennifer just behind and below her left ear. Speaking with warm breath into her captive toy’s ear. Purposely arousing her doll. Trailing a finger down the pansy’s bare arm exposed by his sleeveless top.‘Okay, Jennifer. Let’s see how much you don’t like it. Let’s see how much you don’t want me to put this pretty mascara on you next.’And she slowly waved the narrow, shiny tube of mascara in front of the excited sissy’s increasingly flushed face with one hand while gently resting a soft flirty hand on the knee of her feminized playtoy. A hand that crept sexily up the shaven inner thigh of Jennifer up toward the hem of the tiny tight shorts she now wore.‘Undo your pretty shorts, Jennifer. Now! Show me your panties, girl. Unless you want another spanking? Good girl. Just stay sitting and lower your pretty shorts to your knees. Oh my, you have a little wet spot in the front of your panties even with your pantyliner in. Are you sure you don’t like this, sweetie? Positive? Bet I can make you beg for your mascara. Let’s try, shall we?’And Amber took the unopened tube of mascara and ever so gently traced it from the outlined tip of the sissy’s clear hard tiny cock to the base and then back up again. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she saw his legs slightly tremble and watched the little circle of precum double in size.‘Feel good, sissy? Want me to stop? Maybe we should stop. After all, you don’t like this.’He didn’t have to say anything as their eyes locked with Amber standing over the chair where he sat feeling something new. They both saw it in the sissy’s eyes but he felt it. A desperation. An urgency for Amber NOT to stop. At ANY cost. At ANY humiliation. He just wanted her to rub that tube over and over his excited body right there.‘Ready to beg to be a girl? Ready to beg for your mascara? Did that feel good, sissy? Are you gonna be a good girl for Miss Amber now? Convince me.’Such begging and pleading to become a girl were never heard before as Amber held the sleek aluminum pink tube of mascara just about Jennifer’s straining, leaking cock in her panties. Amber was relentless as she mimicked the up and down motion she might continue to perform if the sissy could be convincing enough. Her eyes sparkled and shined as she listened to words of shame and humiliation pour out of the pansy’s mouth:‘Oh, please, please, please, Miss Amber make me be a girl. Teach me to be a cute girl. Please, will you put my mascara on me so my eyes can be extra pretty? I will be a good girl. I will be a good obedient girl for you, Miss Amber, forever. Please can I wear the mascara? I will wear any clothes and makeup and do anything you say for the rest of the weekend. I will be your slave. I will kiss your shoes or your butt or I don’t know but…please, please, Miss Amber…’And his new girly voice trailed off as a tiny tear mixed of desperation, horniness, frustration, and humiliation welled up in his eyes.‘Aww precious girl. My slave forever huh? Kissing my ass? So sweet. You really must like wearing makeup and pretty clothes, Jennifer. You really must love having mascara put on you by your new babysitter. Want Miss Amber to stroke you more with the shiny pink mascara tube, Jennifer? Hmm? If you do, then look in the mirror. Good girl. One eye at a time. Let me pump the brush into the mascara one time. There we go. Now I will hold the brush just under your eye like this. Now blink, sissy. Blink again. Good girl. Feel it on there? Feels heavy right? Now the other eye. Good girl. Look in the mirror. So pretty. Bat your eyelashes, Jennifer. I think my little girl deserves a reward. But only if she promises something in return. Promise you will model in my girl scout uniform afterwards?’The sissy would have promised anything at this point. To wear her cheer uniform. To wear a tutu and dance like a ballerina. Anything, if she would just stroke him more with the mascara tube like before. So he softly said with his girliest voice, as she looked him directly in the eyes with satisfaction:‘I will be a good girl and model and pose for you in your girl scout uniform, Miss Amber’With that, Amber slid the brush applicator back into the mascara tube inches away from the anxious pansy’s face. The sissy didn’t know where to look now. At his knees were the tiny blue jean shorts with colored flowers on one leg. The entire front of the little panties were covered in precum. He had never been so excited. He had never even cum before except in a wet dream which isn’t much like anything but waking up in a puddle with a slight memory of something unusual happening while asleep. He could tell this would be much different. And Amber was picking up on all of this. She had never felt such power. Such incredible power over a boy. An older boy. Her stupid older brother’s best friend. And here he sat completely at her mercy. Every part of him belonged to the girl now as she leaned over and let her hot breath tease his soul through his ears as she spoke:‘Look in the mirror, Jennifer, as I do this. Look in the mirror. I want you to say something over and over in your prettiest voice as you look at yourself. As you look at your pretty makeup. And your pretty blouse. As you feel the fabric of your little panties. As your painted toes curl in your high heels. Start saying “I am a girl.”With this, Amber began gliding the tube of mascara up and down the front of the sissy’s panties while she heard the slow repetition of Jennifer’s new mantra being spoken in a voice interrupted by little moans:‘I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl.’Amber began the teasing with the barest of pressure applied downward. Light as a feather she stroked agonizingly slowly up and down. Up and down. Rolling the tube between her fingers up and down against the wet panties and the stiffness just beneath. Then she bore down a bit harder as the words from the throat of the sissy grew more and more desperate with excitement. Listening to sissy Jennifer repeat the words ‘I am a girl’ and stare dazed into the mirror at his own fully made up face while the brat he used to tease brought him to the brink of explosion. Sensing the end was near, Amber whispered in Jennifer’s ear as she increased the strokes and pressure of the mascara tube up and down the front of the white lace panties with little hearts and ribbons:‘Mmm feels so good to be a cute girl in panties. Jennifer is such a good girl. Such a pretty girl. Jennifer wants to cum in her panties like a good girl. Pretty, sweet girl in her makeup. Jennifer loves to wear powder and eyeshadow and mascara and lipstick. She loves to wear cute shorts and skirts and high heels. Good girl. Sweet, pretty girl for Miss Amber. Cum in your panties for Miss Amber now, Jennifer’Sticking her tongue in Jennifer’s ear at these last words, she pressed down hard with the tube and rolled it up and down as fast as she could. The precum and the fabric of the panties were so slick that the increased pace and pressure combined with the words she teased into his ear and the words he spoke into the mirror as he gazed in a sissy daze at his feminine reflection in the mirror…caused Jennifer to erupt into her soft panties. Jet after gushy jet. The pansy’s entire body convulsing and shaking after tremors shook his entire frame. All that could be heard in the room were the moans of a little feminized princess and the mantra of “I am a girl” fading into an incoherent babble as Amber stood over her broken toy. The sissy was ready for anything now. Her cellphone had been on the makeup table, secretly set to record video the entire time. Amber glanced toward her closet thinking about the pretty uniform waiting there to further humble her little sissy prisoner even further. She pulled the sissy to his feet:‘Did the little baby girl have an accident in her pretty panties? Does she need new panties? Yes, she does. Let mommy find a pretty new bra and panty set for you and then we will change you into your adorable girl scout uniform’Jennifer stood blushing but a look that Miss Amber gave her made her obey a silent command to strip. Jennifer’s mind was a jumble of thoughts too confused to separate. Amber then led the nude pansy by the little pinky to her dresser. As the bratty young girl rummaged through the drawer, she remembered something.“kneel behind me Jennifer and softly plant kisses all over my butt while I find something appropriate for you to wear under your uniform. Kiss the pockets of my cute floral jeans and the seam and all around my butt, sissy”As Jennifer obeyed, Amber searched, and finally found what she thought would do nicely for her obedient ass kisser. She turned and looked down at the kneeling sissy.‘Now kiss me in front. Good girl. Right in the middle of my pants.’She grinned down at Jennifer and stroked her hair like a puppy and then held up a pair of panties.‘These should look just adorable on you, Jennifer’Kneeling, Jennifer looked up as the little girly panties were waved in his face. They were light purple with little flying fairies all over them. A tiny rosette adorned the center of the top of the panties which was edged with the same white lacing that wrapped around each leg. A moment later Amber twirled a matching training bra before throwing it at Jennifer and demanding that she put them on immediately. Once pantied and in her training bra, out came the girl scout uniform. This one was a simple pleated turquoise skirt worn with a plain white top featuring cap sleeves and a peter pan collar. The tall socks matched the skirt the sissy was soon zipped into and then he was put into a pair of white sneakers. The finishing touch was when Amber attached a little delicate sash around Jennifer and began to aggressively tease her captive pansy: asking if she was all ready to go outside. To sell cookies. Door to door. And wouldn’t she enjoy knocking on doors and asking men to buy girl scout cookies from her while Amber watched from the sidewalk? And didn’t some of the boys from school live in the neighborhood and some of the girls, too? She wondered aloud what they would think when they saw Jennifer in her pretty new uniform? Maybe they would want some cookies or maybe they would want something else from such a pretty girl. Amber kept up this stream of teasing and taunting and humiliation as she put Jennifer’s hair in little pigtails once again and dangled baby blue ribbons (to match her eyeshadow and skirt) from them:‘Maybe you would rather wear my old Brownie uniform, sissy? Hmm? I mean, I am basically your babysitter now which kinda makes you a little girl. Want to wear a pretty brown dress and a little green vest and matching beret? Little ankle socks with lace ruffles and shiny Mary Janes with a low heel?’To Be Continued….Reblog/like and leave comments to show you want more. Princess creates these stories only to make that little wet spot appear on the front of your little girly panties as you read, sissy. -- source link