The Jewel Of Epicene – Chapter 2

The banister in the stairway had been artfully wrapped in matching white satin and lace while every other step was graced with a bountiful bouquet of white tulips at each side.  As Sir proudly steadied His prize with His hand at waist height, her tummy fluttered as a thousand butterflies filled her insides.  Each step required the utmost precision in her high heels.  She loved how their jingle echoed through the hallway with each delicate step.

She mewled as her sex continued to involuntarily ooze into her panty liner.  She knew, from previous experience, just how little absorbency it offered her feeble body.  Sasha could only pray her panties could manage to contain her dribbles long enough.

Once at the base of the stairs, Sir grasped her by the chin and turned her head to the side and upward to face Him.  “Be a good girl and wait in the room down the hall until we’re ready.  Be a good baby-girl for me, okay dear?”

The phrase ‘good baby-girl’ was one of the first phrases from her involuntary training Sir had forced upon her subconscience.  Its purpose was so devilishly simple and yet so exquisitely powerful.  She felt His hold envelop her being as a mixture of dopamine and oxytocin surged through her body.  These naturally occurring drugs are released during sexual intercourse and provide us the amazing experience we all come to crave.  Sir has mastered the art of using His captive’s body against their own self-interests.  Deep down, Sasha knew she didn’t want this, and yet she was powerless to resist His very presence as the drugs exhausted her cortisol, the stress hormone, and left her feeling content, relaxed, and sociable.  With His expertise, He could placate even the most indignant sissy. 

Inside, the room was just as opulently decorated as what she had already seen.  The large chandelier commanded its presence as light filed the room via the massive floor to ceiling mirrors that filled each wall.  Sasha first made her wat towards the French patio doors that revealed the rows of white wooden back chairs that lined the courtyard.  There must be over two hundred people outside she thought. 

As her gaze studied the plethora of people outside, her eyes met with a single individual looking back at her through the glass.  Just like a small child, she bashfully turned around to hide her timid face from his peering eyes.  As she spun in place, Sasha quickly lost her balance and feel to the floor with a loud thud and feminine yelp, but not before her hand grasped a nearby table lamp and brought it crashing down with her. 

The poor girl landed in such a way that her derriere was put on display for all the outside guests to see.  With her petticoat flipped up and over her head, her knickers and garter straps were all anyone could focus on through those spotless French doors she had cleaned just yesterday.

Sasha’s eyes teared as she became overwhelmed with emotions.  As she cried motionless on the ground and hidden beneath her petticoat, she heard a pair of footsteps fast approaching.  With her hands buried in her face the lady quickly put Sasha’s petticoat back into its proper position before raising her head and pulling her hands from her face.

“There there, Sasha.  It’s okay, dear.”  The soothing woman’s voice was so tranquil and calming for poor Sasha.  “Can you tell your Aunt Debbie what happened here? Aunt Debbie removed her gag, giving Sasha her first opportunity to speak.

Sasha quickly wiped the tears from her face and desperately tried to stifle her sniffling nose before speaking.  Thank goodness her makeup was waterproof.  It was a lessor her Master had learned early on.

“I… I was looking outside when… when… when a man looked right at me.”  She desperately held back her tears while struggling to finish her sentence.  “He startled me, Aunt Debbie…”

“Oh Sasha, my dear!  Everything is okay.  I’m sure he was simply admiring your beauty!  Now honey, go play with your coloring books on the desk over there and I’ll get this all cleaned up.”

With that, Aunt Debbie re-secured the gag deep into her mouth before she helped Sasha back to her feet and gave her a light pat on the bum as she watched her mince over to her coloring books. 

Sasha colored away as time passed unknowingly to her.  After an unknown amount of time, her coloring was interrupted when the door to the room burst open and a large group of people came storming in.  The laughter and cheering filled the previously silent room as nearly half a dozen women entered.  Sasha was taken aback by the beautiful dresses they each wore.  Each had a matching off the shoulder neckline dress in a light lavender color with a beautiful lace bodice, a ribbon defined waist, and slit skirt.  Were those bridesmaid dresses?

During their frantic giggling session, one of the girls caught Sasha sitting at the desk and immediately squealed in excitement.

“Oh my god!  Everyone, it’s Sasha!”  The group quickly fell deafly silent before an uproarious cheer filled the air once more.  The group quickly encircled poor Sasha, picking her from the chair and placing her on her feet in the center of the room.

“She’s adorable!” said one.  “I hope my flower girl can look so beautifully cute someday soon!”  said another.  As they continued to praise her good looks, Sasha furrowed her brow in confusion as the realization of what the second woman had said hit her.

“Flower girl?”  Sasha spoke in perplexed confusion while looking down at her white dress. 

If I’m the flower girl, then who is…  Before she could finish the thought the door opened once more and a woman in a white dress much prettier, opulent, expensive than hers entered the room clutching a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

… the bride?

The Jewel Of Epicene – Chapter 1

She awoke to the sound she had come to dread.  In an instant, the sheets were flung off the bed while the timer counted down from 600.  Numbers were a difficult subject for her vapid sex filled brain to decipher anymore.  All she cared for was pleasing Sir. 

She had laid out her attire the night before, as she did every evening, in an attempt to save herself valuable seconds the following morning.  The timer read 550 as she plucked the panties from their hanger.  The display of her clothing was just as important to Sir as when it adorned her feminine body.  The slippery satin sent a chill down her spine while the white lace tickled her thighs.  They had a special naughtiness only those most intimate with her would come to realize.

Next came the garter and thigh highs.  Eagerly she slid them up her hairless legs until it settled into place around her waist.  Early into her training, she found it difficult for them to remain in place.  Fortunately for her, Master had an answer to every problem.  The special vitamins given to her each morning made sure her derriere and hips grew outward to further accentuate her beautiful form.

The corset was a permanent fixture of her appearance.  Its unforgiving strain had already reduced her waist by a frightful six inches.  She had to be mindful of its presence, as short successive breaths were now involuntary.  The days of filling her lungs with a deep breath, or performing any strenuous activity were a forlorn memory.  Daring so would risk fainting, or worse.

The brassiere quickly became her favorite article of clothing for the relief it so eagerly provided her petite frame.  It didn’t take long for the vitamins to expand her bosom to a back breaking 28G.  Sir had always insisted she take the natural path to femininity.  As such, implants were strictly forbidden.  Her mammaries were a trophy of His to display, and a warning to those that cross His path.  She adored playing with them.  Their sensitive areolas stood at attention as she tweaked them in the mirror.  Her panties now wet with the lust for Sir to…

The timer chirped as it read 300.  Had she really wasted so much time fondling her breasts?  Her vacuous head hastened to finish in time for her Master.  Failure was never a pleasant experience for her.  He demanded absolute perfection from his girl, yet had drained her of wit so He could teach her His ways, and she loved the lessons Sir taught her.  Oh how she loved when she was brought to her knees and…

200 left.  She quickly pulled the petticoat up and secured it at the waist.  Its many layers of cotton and chiffon trimmed in lace gave her the dainty prissy look He so admired.  She twirled while admiring herself in the mirror.  She loved how it bounced with each step and provided passerby’s a peak underneath when she bent over. 

150 to go.  Almost ready, she confided in herself.  The dress lowered from above as she stretched her arms skyward.  It was masterfully crafted to her exacting proportions.  Sir demanded each article of clothing shape her body to perfection, and the dress was the crown jewel of her ensemble.  Today’s was brilliantly white and featured layers of glittery tulle, metallic lace bodice, and a darling heart cutout at the back, and a preciously cute satin sash secured with a bow.  Why you ask?  Why would any girl wear an elegantly adorable, made to measure white dress?

100.  The timer continued on.  The matching opera gloves were slipped into place on her dainty and silky smooth arms.  The electrolysis made that an ever lasting certainty.

80. The collar was locked around her neck.  The tag, front and center, read ‘Pathetic Pansy’.  It sent jubilant shivers down her spine each time she heard the words.  Certainly a pavlovian response by now. 

60. The heels were displayed to her for the first time.  An overtly feminine pair of sparkling white ankle strap 5” heels ensured she was seen with each step as their bells announced each mincing step she would soon take. The locking latches ensured her dainty gait late into the evening without remit.

50 seconds.  The machine worked feverishly as a cloud of makeup and hairspray engulfed her head while it masterfully primped and pampered her into a thing of feminine beauty.  Mascara, blush, lipstick, foundation, and eye shadow.  It was all done to His exacting standards, just as it was every morning.

30 seconds.  While the makeup continued in haste, her nails were encased in acrylic and masterfully painted in pink.  They were a thing of elegance and perfectly contrasted next to her white dress.

10 seconds. Without hesitation, a phallic object thrust into her pillowly lips.  A moan escaped her lips as it slid past her tongue and teased the back of her throat.  She was no stranger to objects in her orifice, and had experienced this one enough times to know it was an exact replica of His.  She couldn’t speak a word, and yet she still murmured ‘Thank you, Sir.’ out of respect and adoration for her Master.

Lastly came the veil adorned with pearl clusters to form tiny flowers on the two-tier pencil-edge tulle.  It affixed to her hair and teased the small of her back with its length.  She had only seen them in pictures until just now.  Any anxiety she may have had was subsequently placated with its presence.  She now knew, without doubt, what today’s special occasion was.

As the timer expired, she sashayed over to her pedestal located at the foot of the bed and waited for Him.  The jewel encrusted gag brilliantly sparkled between her seductively parted lips.  He was sure to ravage her, she mused.  She quickly found her form once atop the pedestal.  Feet together, hands at her side and fingers splayed outward just as she had been taught so many months ago. 

Once the door opened and He entered she masterfully performed her required curtsy.  Placing one foot behind the other, she bent her knees and pulled the hem of the dress outward while bowing her head.  She didn’t dare look at him while performing her submissive duty.

Sir studied her for a moment to admire the beauty that stood before him.  Months of work had led to this moment.  She had endured so much to reach this point.  Her mind and body were ready.  The trials and tribulations had all been worth it, she could see that now.

As his hand caressed her cheek, she wanted nothing more than to submit fully to Him, her Master.  She desperately wanted to tell him as such, yet the gag ensured she remain in demure silence.

“Are you ready?” He asked with a passionate lust only a real man could attain.

She nodded as her innocent doey eyes took in the most handsomely dressed man she had ever seen.  Her sex dripped with desire at what was soon to come.

“Then take my hand, Sasha.  Lets make you mine forever.” 

Her dainty and soft fingers grasped his burly hand.  The soft satin gloves made her feel like a proper woman, if just this once.  As He helped her down from the pedestal on which she stood, the sissy could feel the last remnant of her previous life twitch in her panties as a small pool dribbled from its tip.  Thank goodness, she thought, Sir had the presence of mind for her to wear a liner this wondrous day.