Subjugated Step Sissy

Part Two

By Miss Priscilla Bouffant

(Sissy Ronnie/Rhonda’s adventures with her step mom and the Cassandra Sisterhood continue. What ever will she do?)

Six: The four T’s, or Tied, Teased, Trained, and Transformed

Note: We left our Rhonda lashed in a styling chair at the salon in her stepmother’s home. Her face, eyes and lips are just so gorgeously, and lavishly made up! Her hair is up in hot rollers. The stylist, Nanette, was in the process of masturbating our little “damsel in distress.” Let’s have Rhonda tell us what happened...

I knew I was nearing the apex of my pleasure. Nanette actually began to nip me on my nose with her teeth and give me little kisses on my forehead. When I turned to kiss her back though, she warned me, “No, no princess. You look straight ahead at your pretty reflection. I’m running this show.”

Suddenly I erupted with a breathy, “Oh no!” Shivering and shaking I writhed in pleasure, squirting my juices into a warm, wet washcloth Nanette had provided, having used the hot roller tray to heat it. She milked me to the last drop. As I smiled, she cleaned me up and put my slacks, penis pouch and panties back in place before she began to remove the rollers form my hair and comb out my hairstyle.

“Thank you so much Miss Nanette,” I said politely. She smiled and said, “That little exercise will be our secret.” She needn’t say more. Taking each small brush roller and pin out, she handed these to me, to put back in the tray case. She began to finger style and pick comb each curl until I had this cap of tight ringlets atop my head. After she applied some hair spray she added a small red bow on the right side.

She let me look at myself for a while before freeing me from my tight cape encased prison. I looked like a real sissy now, but at the moment I had been too chastened for any rebellion. I allowed Nanette to put me through some walking practice and such before we went to find my “mother” and Ginny. At least I felt relaxed.

They were both in the living room, so Nanette announced me before we entered. I did my very best to contain myself, while doing a prim sashay prance about the room as Nanette narrated my clothing, such as “Miss Rhonda is wearing red spandex slacks and velveteen anklets. Her hair is done in a bubble cut by Miss Nanette.”

Mother and Virginia smiled as I was finally presented to them. “Do you like the cut, color and style ...