Though this story is complete, you might find it better to have first read the earlier chapters.
You will have understood from my own activity, that I have not been entirely sexually innocent as a dove.
In the case of Bianca, I attempted to encourage sexual abstinence, but this only resulted in sexual frustration. For Bianca, this sexuality had demanded occasional release.
As for Jeannie and Kath, solutions to their regressive behaviors were both resolved by sexual encounters. They remain sissies, but the issue is, should the true sissy retain innocence?
These are the issues I have explored in my lectures, and here follows a precis of my lecture on the subject, and the ensuing discussion.
I refer to chapter 5 for the qualities of a perfect sissy.
However it must be recognized that we are dealing with adults, who are either desirous to return to their childhood, or in some cases, have reverted to childhood ways involuntarily. Most of you sissies present fall into the former category, but the key issue is that underneath it all you remain physically adults. Try as you will, you cannot turn back the physical clock!
Thus all adult sissies, as I label you, bring with you the baggage of your previous sexual experiences. You may suppress those sexual feelings, but under the surface they are bound to exist. Whether they are latent, waiting to burst forth, or whether they can remain hidden and suppressed is the issue we are exploring.
I believe that it is possible for some of you who exhibit a powerful sissy desire to eliminate all sexual desire, but others of you will find that very difficult and probably impossible.
For those accredited sissies who would like to participate in our sissy experiment in this field, I will invite you to stay behind, so we can flesh out the details as it were. For those who do not wish to join in, and for the non sissies among you, I will report on our findings in my final lecture in the series in two weeks' time.
The group comprising this experiment consisted of five volunteers from our earlier researches.
A - male aged 26, acting as a baby girl aged a few months.
B - male 19, in the guise of a seven year old girl.
D - male 22, she likes to be a girl of four
V - female 38, plays being a baby of a few months.
Z - female 22, loves regressing to be a seven year old.
The aim of the experiment: to see if the group are resistant or not to sexual desires.
The plan: meet the following evening and spend the night as a group, discussing the question in as great depth as we can, my role as observer and facilitator, being to enable those who felt the need for sex, to express their emotions openly. However the following rules were agreed by the group:
* No nudity permitted, except when the person or persons concerned expressly revoke this clause.
* No forced behavior- no one allowed to impose themselves physically on any other. With one exception, as the last rule.
* Honesty from everyone, no acting a role.
* Everyone to keep a log of their feelings and make this freely available for a plenary session the following evening.
The first task was to honestly go round each member to say what their attitude to sissy sexuality was. This was vital in knowing where each one was coming from, and might go to.
I had envisaged the group spending the night in one dormitory on campus. I felt this was easiest for me to observe, and safest for all those involved. However all five felt, and I had to yield to their decision, that they would be less inhibited if, after a preliminary warming up hour, they spent the night in pairs, that would be, they felt, the best method of testing the hypothesis. On reflection, I felt they could be correct, and I promised to arrange two rooms for the pairs. However, as this would leave one person having to drop out, it was suggested that a sixth person be found to make three pairs.
They all looked at me.
I said I wanted to be the observer, objectively analyzing each relationship, in any case, though I am not anti sissy, I am not a sissy, so I would undertake to find a sixth sissy volunteer.
The night of the experiment was a dark and sultry one.
We sheltered in the warm main meeting room, with a summer storm brewing outside in the hotel where the group had decided to assemble. I had organized three bedrooms, one for each pair, each with a double and a single. I had not organized however a volunteer, I could not find anyone who would agree to take part, whom I knew to be a sissy. So very much against my better feelings, I had come along as the sixth sissy.
We all wore sissy clothes.
I had a white pvc blouse and a red pvc skirt, perhaps not very sissy, but the others all looked pretty sissy stunning. I half apologized for my own appearance, my excuse was I hadn't been intending to join in, only watching. But to avoid any disappointment, I would do my best.
I first reiterated the rules agreed previously, and everyone promised they would conform, with dire consequences to any who didn't. We all brought two hundred dollars, this was to have paid for expenses, but I had obtained a college grant for hotel bills, so we decided that the twelve hundred would be returnable and shared to all those who had kept our rules.
Our pleasant task was quite enjoyable. Deciding on pairs.
Physical age was one idea, or another better one was sissy age.
Did we want pairs to be mixed sex? Lot of discussion on that.
I suggested that each person's attitude to sissy sex was a key factor.
The best criteria involved all these.
We took it in turns to talk frankly about how we felt.
D and V were very much of the view that sex had no part of their sissiness, D was very adamant about it.
The other three felt that sex had to be part of their sissy experience, B and Z were quite definite on this, maybe as they were of an older sissy age.
As for Professor Anastasia, I said I would try and be a real sissy, but my thoughts were not as yet properly formulated. On the whole I wanted to side with the no sex group, and as this made three for and three of us against sissy sex, that was my stance!
We were closer now to getting into our pairs. But B came up with one other idea. He suggested the pro-sissy sex group have a five minute discussion together, and the other three of us, likewise.
We spent our time discussing who we fancied pairing off with! That was the other group's main preoccupation, apparently, for when we reconvened, their proposal was that it would be more realistic and sensible if, as far as possible, the pairs were compatible and each member of the couple liked the other.
So we evolved this idea.
Everyone secretly write down the name of the person that they would most like to share with, also provide a second and a third choice, preferably, but not essentially, from the other group of three. You also had to indicate your sissy age, and in the event of a tie, same sissy age would be relevant.
As the leader, I was asked to examine the choices and see if the pairs could be matched from this data.
I took a quarter of an hour sorting thru each person's details.
A and V were both adult babies, and paired off very nicely.
The others were harder to sort.
B fancied me, he wrote, but so did Z!
D evidently relished the challenge of B. These were the two with the polar opposites in views.
As for me, I don't think I'll reveal what I wrote, as all of this was really secret!
Our discussion on same sex pairings led me not to have B and D together or myself with Z, so I put D with Z. So that left me with B.
The pairings agreed, after the six of us downed a final drink, we made our farewells, with a rendezvous back here tomorrow at the same time.
B, alias Chas, told me he liked to be known as Candy. He clearly hadn't lied when he wrote that he fancied me. He was pushy, within our rules, but soon understood I wasn't the pushover he had expected. What I didn't reveal was that I thought Candy was pretty dishy too, in her pink cotton dress with symmetrical small pink flowers covering the entire chest area, and with similar flowers in white lace bordering the hemline round her upper thighs, and round the tight neckline. The long pink sleeves flowed down her arms, with similar lace ends. Underneath, easily visible was her plain pink panty made of a shiny satin.
But I was too cute to show her my feelings.
Her opening line as we settled in our room was which bed would I like. The single I replied. You can have the big one.
"You can join me," she smiled, "I am not allowed any naughty business- unless you agree."
But I snuggled in my single. "We can talk," I invited her, "that's how we should start."
So we talked a little about ourselves, she angled the conversation round to sex and the sissy, and made her view quite transparent. She loved dressing up, but it had to climax in an ejaculation to make it really worthwhile.
"That's one view," I allowed, "but surely if you are nominally seven, as you say, that doesn't really add up."
"No," B conceded, "I hadn't quite thought that thru. Perhaps I should be older."
"But isn't innocence a key component of the sissy?" I pushed home my advantage.
"Er, yes Professor Anastasia, could I pretend I am only nine? Then it would be reasonable to think of myself as an innocent sissy."
"Okay, but I'm not having sex with you."
B's face fell. "Let me think some more. Meantime, how about yourself. I'll be honest and say that maybe it's your own clothing that is too adult, you're at an unfair advantage with your adult look. You'd turn a lot of mature heads, you would."
I blushed, secretly pleased.
"I think you should wear something more sissy."
I told B I hadn't been able to find something at short notice.
He showed me an on-line store that was local. He'd used them once before, and explained they could do a special delivery from their stock items.
We perused their sissy dress section. There were over thirty available in my size.
"You choose," I ended up, "they all look pretty sissy to me. Choose one you like."
We chatted for half an hour about sissy sex issues, and B had come up with an interesting approach, when very surprisingly to me, a knock at the door announced my dress was being delivered. A little like ordering a pizza, only this was my sissy outfit.
I went into the shower room and disrobed. It was even hotter now, despite the lateness of the hour, a thunderstorm was inevitable. My pvc dress I folded neatly, then put on my dress. It was a school uniform! Dark green and contrasting white, the only uneducational part of it was this large dark green satin bow on my chest. Socks were hooped in the same colors, while for shoes, B had selected dark green bootees, not much use at a real scholastic establishment, but maybe B was expecting I'd learn plenty here tonight! There was a wig to complete my ensemble, with short ginger hair, but tied at the back in two long plaited pigtails. I would have preferred a more babyish look, but I liked myself, and my appealing appearance seemed to be the perfect complement to B's nine year old.
I think I saw B repress a wolf whistle as I returned to our room clutching the golden teddy that comprised a welcome bonus to my parcel, and I nipped smartly into my bed.
I was ready for sleep, but fascinated by the game B had outlined to me. I lay cuddling teddy, and watched B, very resolved that watching was all I would do.
"I think you ought to at least let me admire your dress," B began. "I think it only fair that I should be given the chance to change your view on sex and the sissy too."
"Okay," I agreed, "but that's all I am gonna do!" And I turned back the bedclothes so my oddly out of place uniform could be seen by B.
"That's better, now you can lie back with your tiny ted and admire me, little schoolgirl," he smiled. "I'm gonna pretend I'm a sissy with her mamma."
We had agreed while waiting for my dress that this was permissible. A rule on no role play referred only to deliberately taking a stance regarding sissyness that was alien to you. B had explained he wanted to play at babies with his pretend mamma.
"That's a good girl, Candy," exclaimed the pretend mother. Lie down in bed while mamma tucks you in." B curled up.
"Oh, Professor Anastasia, while I can make up this dialogue with my mother, could you kindly pretend it's you who are my mother? I promise I won't ask you to do anything at all, only speak. Please."
I thought for a while. If I played at B's distant mother, that would surely make his sexual desire towards me less? I nodded.
"Thanks- mamma! What I'll do is call you mamma when I want you to answer me. Okay?"
I understood. I thought I saw where this was leading. I was ready.
"I'm in bed now." B lay on the double bed lying facing me. "I feel sleepy, but mamma I feel all funny. I'm shaking."
B did appear to be shaking. I suggested tiredness was behind it.
"No, I feel very strange, like I've never felt before. My body is all tensed up and I feel all restless. Mamma, why am I getting all hot?"
"Perhaps you have a temperature darling. You do look flushed."
"It's my willy mamma, I think it is hurting. It is making me all strange."
"Er, well put your hand lightly round it darling. Tell me how it feels."
"It seems hot, mamma."
"Is it floppy?"
"Oh yes, but it feels boiling now, I don't know what it means mamma."
"From where I am, it looks okay under your pretty panty. Put your hand inside and feel it again."
"I've done that, it seems even hotter now! What is happening mamma?"
"I think perhaps you're starting to grow up, my little sissy. It was gonna happen one day, and it seems to be this evening!"
"But what can I do mamma?"
"Jus' lie there darling. Try an' enjoy this feeling of hotness." (I was forcing myself to not explode myself!)
"If you say so. I wanna burst, it feels so boiling, mamma."
"I know darling, but don't worry. Maybe it's this very hot weather. Just fondle your willy a little. But turn your back to me please, I don't wanna see. Jus' tell me what you're up to."
"I am doing what you told me. I am swishing my willy round and round. Up and down, up and down. It feels very very nice mamma."
"Dood dirl, enjoy yourself darling."
"I am, I do like it! Ooh, it's feeling funny. It's going all firm. It feels different somehow, it's getting longer and harder, what's it doing mamma?"
"It's part of growing up sweetie, do you like it?"
"Ooh yes, but I feel so hot still, I'm gonna burst!"
I listened as Candy lost herself in the thrill of the rubbing.
"Mamma, I can't keep this up any more, why am I feeling like this?"
"Don't worry my pet. It's what we call masturbating. It's part of growing up, but you can still be a sissy of sorts.
You look as though you are having lots of fun!"
"Mmm, I am, it's so hot, so hot, will it go on for ever mamma?"
"Sometimes we wish it could, but in the end darling, you'll be back to normal. All you have to do is let out some fluid, and you'll feel better."
"Like a wee wee mamma?"
"A little, but don't force it out, it'll come when it's ready. You will feel it when it's ready to burst out of you."
"I think it is nearly ready. I wish it would come out, I'm feeling so hot!"
"Try masturbating, that is rubbing your willy more fiercely. Is it still big and strong?"
"Ooh yes, it is like a red hot poker, it is like a red red... I'm feeling it get even bigger mamma!"
"Dood dirl. You're ready to come! Enjoy yourself darling!" If I was tempted to get up and watch, I had to tell myself.... No, no, no!"
A flash of lightning and a huge clap of thunder thrust into Candy's emotions and as I looked at her writhing form, she burst visibly with a huge sigh. She turned over to face me and smiled. "Mmm, thank you for helping me, mamma!"
"I didn't do anything really. Do you feel better now?" As I looked at her, I could clearly make out her shining satin panty, shining with its new cummy wetness.
"Mmm, yes, though my panty is all soaking. I think my willy has gone smaller again now mamma."
I was pleased, for it meant B was unlikely to trouble me for a while. "Willies do get smaller, and it doesn't feel so hot now does it?"
"No, but it's all sticky!"
"That's called the cum, darling. I'll tell you about that another time. Are you very wet?"
"I am. It's on the sheet too. Can you bring me my spare panty in my bag please?"
As it was safe, I did so. But while I was up, B leapt into my warm bed and covered herself.
"Thank ooo, mamma, you can have the big wet bed."
It was a mean trick, but I handed the dry panty to B. I grabbed teddy and made my new home in a damp bed. I found it arousing, feeling the new cum soaking the sheet, but I controlled my thoughts well, and cuddled teddy and bid B goodnight.
B asked me to stay uncovered so my school uniform could be admired, and I in turn could enjoy her pretty dress. How long we stared at each other, I cannot be sure, but I for one, soon drifted off into slumber.
The storm had subsided when I was awoken by I knew not what. B seemed to be snoring lightly. But that wasn't what had disturbed me. I felt irritated at waking up in the darkness.
All was silent, there was a calm in the air, yet inside my heart was pounding. I had been dreaming of the conversations with Candy, and had been reliving her experience of feigned sexual enlightening. It had brought to my mind, recollections of my own first awakenings, one warm sultry night on a berth on board a cramped little riverboat. As I stretched my legs on the bare sheets, I found a new patch of that cum, and this time, with no B to see me, I didn't want to fight the emotions within.
I turned over away from B, my hand contacting another patch of wet. This patch however was silky-like. I felt it. It must be B's cummy panty that had been discarded!
In a flush, I picked it up, I wanted desperately to play the game that Candy had played, so I pulled down my panty and pulled up B's wet one! It was gorgeous to the touch as I caressed it. I wanted it to engulf me.
I found out afterwards that B had left that panty there deliberately, and was awake, hoping that I would fall into his trap. If I'd known he was watching, I certainly wouldn't have gone on!
But that cummy panty was too much for me.
Mamma, I heard myself saying to myself, why am I feeling like this? Who put this wet panty on me? Why is it so wet? Why is it so sticky? Mmm, but it feels nice mamma.
I longed to thrust my fingers on my clit and up my passage, but I hesitated to thrust his panty with its hot cum inside me, so I asked my imaginary mamma what I should do.
You can look at Candy, she seemed to say, lying on her bed.
So I turned to look at the form I thought was sleeping. Lick your thumb, I imagined her saying, and lift up that panty. I thrust my wet thumb inside so it trembled on my pussy, and I felt a hot surge of my cum emerge as I stared at Candy's silky panty, on which his soft willy was outlined.
I remembered B's excitement as he masturbated himself, and soon I was panting with desire too. What shall I do, I asked my mamma. Dood dirl, my pretend mamma whispered to me, you know what to do, don't ooo darling? I felt my thumb soak in my own wetness as I joyfully pushed it ever so slowly inside me. As it reached its furthest push, I sighed. Mmm. Out it came, all nicely impregnated. Remove your panty, mamma ordered me. I'm afraid I forgot her advice after that in my fever. Over my head, I draped the cummy panty and into my mouth I poked my wet thumb.
Having licked it, I thrust it back inside my flushed vagina, and as I swirled it inside me, my mouth opened to suck the cum on the panty. Orgasm was an understatement. I was so like the thunder and lightning writhing over the bed with the sensation of sex.
Applause from adjacent bed stopped me in my lustful tracks.
As we left next morning, I had to admit B had triumphed. I had been very wary of his sexual advances, and in that respect, I was the winner, but B had proved that for me at least it is impossible to have no sex in sissyness.
D and Z, the strongest minded of the pairings had discussed long into the night, but said they were both strong willed enough to agree to differ in their views, and did nothing, so they said. So D won that one.
As for A and V, they were very frank and honest at our follow up session. They'd enjoyed wetting their diapers, they'd enjoyed swapping diapers, they'd enjoyed having sex as well, so you might say they'd come off best of all.
At that meeting, I had to be honest about my own evening. Mainly 'cos B had got it on dvd! It was pretty sensational watching me talking to my teddy, thrilling with my contortions, my head sticky, my body pulsing, my vagina bursting with cum!
My view on Sex and the Sissy is therefore, that in general, our adult sissies cannot deny their own sexual adult feelings, and it so much depends on their experience there, that the sissy factor is almost incidental. However if sissyness be especially a desire to return to innocent girlish childhood, there is no place for A and V in the true sissy world.
After thrashing it out, we decided that the older sissy might be on the fringe of sexual awakening and that what B captured that evening is the ultimate and final sissy experience. As such, a true sissy can be allowed to forget it ever happened, revert to sissydom, and maybe later go thru the whole happy awakening experience anew!
Chapter 8: Professor Anastasia's Practical Guide for the Conscientious Nanny.
Following my experiments, I have devised an outline plan for those of you who are nannies (mummies), professional or personal, that you may find helpful in dealing with your sissy.
To make it as vivid and clear as possible, I am describing an actual sissy encounter (please note that passages in brackets are my comments designed to illuminate and hopefully encourage your development into the perfect nanny). Please note that this describes a male sissy, it needs adapting in some places, for female sissies. I should add that ground rules must have already been established before any session commences. And also that this is absolutely only to do with an adult sissy.
1. Introduction (this is for a eight hour session)
"Welcome Miss Tara, please come in, and settle yourself in our sitting room." (This is for those entertaining clients. A pre-session room is very useful, so that your sissy can acclimatize, freshen up if need be, and feel relaxed.)
"Nanny will be back in a moment with your dress. Just wait quietly for me on the settee."
2. Preparation
I bring in a white dress, embroidered with lots of small woolly pink elephants, a blonde wig with flowing locks, and a large disposable diaper. (My sissy is aged eight, and it is still possible to wear diapers at this age, as Tara certainly likes to do. Note that it is important that nanny selects clothing at first, to establish her control, but later a choice may be offered as a reward.)
Tara's own clothing is removed and put to one side. The old Tara has now gone, and as a proper welcome, I sit next to her on the settee and let her naked body rest on my lap. We establish contact to cement our bond.
Following this preliminary happy union, I ask her,
"Lay on de mat darling, so nanny can put ore wittle diaper on, in case we have any wittle accidents."
"Yeth nanny."
"That's a dood dirl, Tara. Jus' lie there while I powder ore bum and make ooo smell lovely."
"Thank ooo, nanny." (Obviously non diapered sissies miss out on this nice foreplay. Bath time is a possible alternative.)
Then it's time for Tara to sit up, while I pull her sweet dress over her head. Before we tie up the belt, her wig is popped on. I add some pink bootees, then get her to stand up to complete the picture with a little kiss. I show her what she looks like in a long mirror.
"It'th lovely."
"Nanny is so pleased, Tara. Now follow me to ore special room."
Tara skips behind me happily into her room.
(The nursery should be equipped with dolls, and cuddly toys, plenty to choose from as rewards. Of course we must have a cot- or a junior bed- and changing facilities, potty if required, medical creams etc as necessary.)
3. Wee Wee
I sit on the adult armchair and show Tara that she is allowed to sit on my lap.
"Dood dirl, Tara!"
We cement our bond further as we watch a dvd of a tv programme together. (Reading a story is an excellent alternative, but I recommend watching the program The Night Garden, made by the BBC, as a means of settling sissy down in the right frame of mind.)
"Did oo like that Tara?"
"Yeth thank oo, nanny, pwease can we see another?"
"Well, as oo've been so good, I'll say yes, as long as oo pwomise to go stwaight to bed after."
"I will nanny."
Nanny lets Tara suck a drinking bottle filled with warm milk as they watch the second show. (Physical breast sucking is something some nannies offer, but I only feel it is right as a very special treat. It depends how much, if any, physical contact is acceptable.) Tara has a second bottle, and a third, and is pretty full, and ready for cot by the time the program has finished.
"Tara's yawning, isn't she?"
"Yeth, nanny."
"Then it's time for a wittle sleepy time. Let's get ooo to bye byes."
Tara slips into her cot. "Are ooo nithe and dwy still?"
"Yeth nanny." (You may like to put nightclothes on, but I like to see my sissy in her best day dress.)
"Here's ore little comforter darling."
I hand my baby a little stuffed silk cushion that is her own. It is shaped like a heart. It smells of her, cos I use it to wipe off her little 'weewee accidents,' and I keep it for each occasion she spends her time with me. It smells nicely of her old wee to remind her of her happy times here.
"That's it. Cuddle ore comforter and have a dood sleep darling. Sweet dreams ooo'll have...."
Tara awakes after a couple of hours rest. The milk contains a mild drug that loosens the bladder.
"Oooh nanny, me hath woken up feelin' funny. Me can't help weeweeing, mmm, that'th better."
"Dood dirly, Tara. Nanny will change ooo." (Some nannies may want to punish an eight year old wetting herelf, and this is quite in order, smacking or a cane, but I only smack Tara if she wets herself when she wears no diaper.)
"Is that better?" I remove the wet object, and let her kick her legs in the air, as I dry her bum with her comforter.
4. Naughties
"That's nithe, nanny, when you dwy me down there." My towel has been wiping her sensitive parts.
"Oooh darling, your willy is quite big today! What's up with my little sweetie?"
"Me don't know, but Nanny ith making me all exthited when she toucheth me. Ooo've made me feel all funny nanny. What is wong with me?"
"Nothin' at all sweetie. It's just that even the nicest thiththies have to gwow up some time. It looks to me as though ooo are startin' to gwow up a wittle."
"What does that mean nanny? Can't ooo look after me no more?"
"Of course I can darling. But you need to start to learn some new things."
"But what things nanny?"
I place my hand on her willy. (Some nannies may want their sissy to do this. It's also quite stimulating having nanny hold sissy's hand, guiding it to do what she instructs.)
"Ooo see, Tara, even bestest thiththies have to gwow up a bit. Ooo are wemembwing when ooo started out ore little life.
It beginth with a willy gettin' hot like ores is."
"It'th quite big, nanny. Why does it get so big?"
"It wantth to make another thweetie like ooo Tara."
"How doth it do that nanny?"
I jerk her willy up and down once. (Or nanny tells sissy to do this gently.)
"That'th how we start, my little Tara. Then ooo can wub it up an down some more if ooo like."
"Can ooo show me nanny? I don' know how."
"Of course I will, darling. jus' lie back an' relax oreself."
I softly rub the giant willy till Tara starts to display her tension and pleasure at the sensational excitement.
"Mmmm, nanny, I like dat wery much!"
I stop and she looks at me frustrated.
"So this is the first step in gwowing up, sweetie. There's a lot more which we will have to teach ooo."
"Pwease tell me nanny, tell me now!"
"Ah, well some of it is for when ooo are much much older Tara."
Her face drops.
"But let's jus tell ooo this much. When ooo get wery wery excited, ore willy lets out what we call cum, and that's the last part of what ooo can learn today."
"Where does it come out nanny?"
"Well, it comes out here, where ore wee wee pours out." I show her the reddened hot tip that is aching for release.
"I'll have to tell ooo another time where it goes. But would my baby like to find out if she is able to make any cummy stuff come out today?"
"Do ooo think my willy can, nanny?"
"I think so darling. Do ooo wanna twy?"
"Yeth pleath, nanny."
"Lovely Tara! I'll take off ore dwess, so ooo can feel more comfy."
I take off her dress while softly encouraging her with 'ooo'll like this darling,' and 'are ooo feelin' wery exthited?' And my naked Tara lies on her bed and I show her what she should has to do, as she watches her willy grow even bigger as I masturbate it slowly and deliberately.
I try and prolong the process as much as possible, so Tara can enjoy it fully.
When she is ready to climax, I cease rubbing and show her the lubricating drips trickling from her willy.
"That thowth darling, ooo are weady for de cum to come out."
"Ooo, nanny, I think I can feel it inthide me wantin' to come out."
"Yes ooo are weady all wight! I think we'll let it splash on ore tummy, so keep watching wery carefully this nex nithe bit. Are ooo weady?"
"Ooooo yeth pleath nanny!"
After all those slow gentle rubs, I know she is bursting. Now I grip her willy and this time the rubbing is so fierce that she cannot resist the pressure even if she had ever wanted to do so. She starts to shake as her body prepares to prove she is 'gwowing up.'
With a little scream she sprays out her silver cum, it sprays so strongly that it scatters as far as her face and she swallows that eagerly, most down her bare chest, on her tummy and with a final surge dribbles over her satisfied willy.
She lies right back and enjoys wallowing in her cummy mess.
Footnotes:
Some variations for future occasions. It's incredible, but somehow Tara has always forgotten what thrills she learned with me last time! Sissies need to be taught over and over, it's amazing how they forget!
Masturbating can be done in so many sissy poses that you can provide your sissy with all kinds of different experiences.
Try whichever grabs:
1. Keeping dress and panty on. Ideal for longer sessions, when sissy must wear the cummy panty for the rest of the time. Or she might even take a rest and wake up a new sissy, so of course she may need to be taught how her panty has become all cummy.
2. Not changing sissy after her weewees before the climax session begins. The lubricating of the wee can make sissy very excited, whatever turns her on. A few sissies find an extra joy learning the Facts when their panty is full of poo too.
Other ideas which can be combined if wanted with the above, are:
3 Sissy sucking her thumb, as she is given her lessons in the Facts.
4 Sissy being smacked, she's too young to learn the facts yet, but is so nosey nanny has to smack her, before reluctantly and painfully revealing the Facts.
5 Extra Good sissies can be allowed to suckle nanny as she instructs them.
6 More kinky, is letting sissy lie in front of a large mirror to watch as well as listen.
All these ideas, you can see will help your little sissy, but always remember that Tara is an adult sissy who has been feigning her innocence. Some sissies can do this so well, that you can even believe you are getting them to release these exciting feelings for the very first time, but that only makes the game more intense. For sissies: Try being a truly innocent sissy and very very gradually build up to your moment of truth.
Of course if you are a Naughty Sissy, nanny may even have to explain about making babies.
Chapter 9: Happy Ending
It was while I was doing these occasional jobs as a nanny to selected clients who I liked the look of, that I had the surprise of my life.
For stepping into my large house as a potential client was none other than Shirley!
Hers was a sad story, her business ruined by that client suing her. She wanted a shoulder to cry on, and I was more than willing to oblige. I empathised with her problems, having gone thru that time of near scandal myself, before the enlightened university created the professorship for me. But she insisted she was here to see me in my professional capacity. I did tell her that I was only used to entertaining male sissies, but I glimpsed her old dominance as she looked straight into me with eyes begging for her wish to be granted.
No, she did admit our attempts to turn her into a sissy had failed. However what had occurred had made her gradually become very interested and absorbed by sissy things, she was feeling a desire, almost a burning passion to know what it is like not only to be treated as a sissy, but to actually experience acceptance as a sissy. Before, in that experiment, she had resisted, now she want to embrace the sensation.
I had to yield to that appeal, and we fixed up an evening session.
As that day dawned, I found myself increasingly distracted as I gave my usual lectures on sissydom. I hope my students didn't notice my mind was racing ahead to when my client called on me!
I was determined that I would be objective, as I had learned my lesson after my earlier painful experiences. But what Shirley had said, echoed on my own mind, I was no sissy, and yet I had gradually taken on sissy customs. At first, it is true, to get others to be sissies, while I observed. But, like Shirley, I longed to experience it properly, fully, completely. I had suckled Shirley, my body shook as I remembered that feeling I had long put to the back of my mind, but now was she really wanting to become a real live sissy? Was I? My mind couldn't cope with all the pressures, as the long day dragged on. But though the clock seemed to have all but stopped, the time did come at long last for me to finish my work, grab a bite and make for home.
What should I wear? What I usually did for clients? What would I give her to wear? Would she come? I changed my mind a hundred times, and was still undecided about almost anything and everything when the bell announced my client was here. Yes, I told myself, as I marched unsteadily to the door, yes, I will be objective.
Perhaps she was being deliberately provocative. She had a lilac pvc top, zipped at the front, but half unzipped, a black skirt and black stockings. I muttered a welcome and a joke, something, I think, about being "a little too gwown up."
"Wait here on the settee," I said ushering her into the waiting room, following the usual drill. "Nanny will get ooo some pwoper thiththy clothes."
I choose a sissy pink dress, embroidered with a covering on the front of lots of little bows. Plus a disposable diaper.
Shirley sits still as I pull off "those nasty gwown up clothes," and I sit next to her letting her naked body rest on my lap. Her black hair droops over my knees, and she is still, almost lifeless, awaiting my movement. I force myself not to do more than gently stroke her back. Her little bosoms are squashed in my crotch.
"Lay on de mat Shirley, so nanny can put ore wittle diaper on."
"Yeth mummy."
"Call me nanny, pwease, darling."
"If ooo say tho, nanny."
"That's a dood dirl. Lie there while I powder ore bum and make ooo smell nice. I think later ooo must have a bath darling."
"Thank ooo, nanny."
I pull her sweet dress over her head. She looks a picture.
"It'th lovely."
"Nanny is so pleased. We'll get ore diaper on next." I have to resist my urge to be fondling her before I pull it tight round her middle. "Now follow me to ore special room."
Shirley crawls behind me happily, diaper bulging in the air, into her cosy room.
Once Shirley is tucked in, I offer her the drinking bottle filled with milk. After sucking contentedly until it has all gone, there's a yawn.
"Time for a wittle sleepy time. Let's get ooo to bye byes. Are ooo nice and dry thtill?"
"Yeth nanny."
I hand my baby a brand new silk cushion as her comforter.
"That's it. Cuddle ore comforter and have a dood sleep darling. Thweet dreams."
Shirley is lying awake in her cot, when I look in a couple of hours later.
"Have ooo been awake long, my darling?"
"A wittle while, mummy. I mean nanny. I was thinking what else ooo do for sissy customers."
"Well, we will check your diaper, then I expect you'll need a bath. Another diaper, then we will finish the evening with a sissy stowy."
"But I heard ooo did other things?"
"Yes, that's for a longer session. There's only time for what I said tonight."
Shirley's face fell.
"Pwease make it longer, my session, pwease."
"No, sorry, it will be eleven o'clock anyway, that's quite late enough."
"Pwease, pwease, nanny."
"Besides, I've got two lectures tomorrow. So I'm sorry, and don't ask any more or I won't do anything else tonight for ooo!"
Shirley's looks spoke volumes. But I congratulated myself on being objective.
"Shall Nanny change ooo now?"
"All wight, sowwy nanny." She looked so very crestfallen.
I pulled off her diaper which was ever so slightly soiled. As soon as it was off, she let out a wee that fell on her open diaper.
"Sowwy, nanny."
I removed the old diaper and dried her front with her comforter. Some toilet tissue wiped her messy bum clean. Then I wiped more tissue over her little pussy and I felt myself forcing myself not to come. It was hard, real hard. I felt hard also. With an effort, I picked her hand and led her to the bathroom.
"Let's clean ooo up in here," I indicated the bath I had already filled. I pulled off her pink dress and she daintily jumped into the warm water.
I covered her with soap as she lay there like any good baby. The outburst earlier was forgotten as I cleaned her neck, then her front. Her tiny breasts made me quiver as my hand cleaned them. This was so very hard to resist.
"Ith mummy all wight?"
"Yeth dear, jus' a wittle tired." I continued cleaning sissy, but I had to avoid her other sensitive parts, for fear I was feeling too sensitive! How did I stop myself plunging into that foamy bath with her?
"That'th better, now oo are nithe and clean, we'll dwy ooo, and sit an watch a thiththy stowy together."
"Thank ooo mummy. Can I wear a nithe new dwess pwease?"
"Of course, darling," I smiled as I dried her body. I left most of her front, and asked her to wipe that dry, while I fetched her whatever dress she wanted. It was a good way of avoiding any more erotic contact.
"Have ooo still got that gween flouncy dress with ruffles and dolls on?" she called out casually. It was one of the first sissy dresses I remember I had seen her in.
This time she really wanted to embrace it. She looked a treat too and as we cuddled together on the sofa to watch The Night Garden, I half hoped she'd make her earlier request to stay again. No, to be honest, I really wanted her to ask. But she sat in my lap seemingly contented. Finally, I spoke, as the program neared its end.
"Ooo've been a wery dood dirl, Thirley. Mummy will let ooo stay the night if ooo wish."
She looked at me.
I waited for her answer. She sat, seeming to be absorbed in the program.
It ended, still without her speaking.
She got up.
Was she going home?
"I'm wet, mummy." With no diaper, her silken pantie was soaked, Now she mentioned it, I could feel my lap was wet also.
"Mummy will have to change us both afore ooo go home, darling."
"Thank ooo, mummy." She still hadn't answered my query.
I fetched her comforter and dried her front.
"That's weally nithe, mummy, when you dwy me down there."
I not only needed to wipe her sensitive parts, I wanted to.
"Oooh darling, your fanny does look very wed! What's up with my little sweetie?"
"Me don't know, but Mummy ith making me all exthited when she toucheth me. Ooo've made me feel all funny mummy. What is wong with me?"
"Nothin' at all sweetie. It's just that even ooo nithest of nithe thiththies have to gwow up some time. Ooo are startin' to gwow up a wittle."
"What do ooo mean mummy? Can't ooo look after me now I'm gwowin'?"
"But of course I can my darling. But ooo do need to start to learn some new things."
"But what things mummy?"
I place my hand on hers.
"Ooo see, my darling, even bestest thiththies have to gwow up a bit. Ooo are wemembwing when ore mummy started bwingin' you to life. That beginth with a willy gettin' hot."
"What'th a willy mummy?"
"Well, I can't tell ooo too much now, but it's big and strong, like my thumb here."
"Why does it have to get so big?"
"It wantth to make another thweetie like ooo Thirley."
"How doth it do that mummy?"
"Well, that's for when ooo are much older, darling. But I'll thow ooo, if ooo want, how ooo can pwepare for that."
"Ooooh, yeth pleath, mummy."
I mould her thumb so it is pointing to her fanny. Then grasp her wrist.
"That'th how we start, my little Thirley. We start by lettin the pwetend willy cum wight into us."
"Can ooo show me nanny? I don' know how."
"Of course I will, darling, jus' lie back an' relax oreself."
I softly grip her wrist and allow her giant thumb to push on her fanny ever so slightly. Shirley tenses with pleasure and expectation. It makes me come over in a hot flush too. I calm myself:
"So this is the first step in gwowing up, sweetie."
"Mmmm, mummy, I like dat wery much!" Her thumb is being made softly to tickle her clit.
"Of course, there's a lot more which we will have to teach ooo."
"Pwease show me mummy, show me now!"
"Ah, well some of it is for when ooo are much much older Shirley darling."
Her face drops. Of course I want to show her more!
"But let's jus show ooo this much. Ooo'll luv it."
I had been pressing her thumb ever so much more firmly on her fanny. Now I thrust it in. She takes it with a cry of excitement. Oh yes, she's done this before, she is pretending of course.
"Do ooo think the willy is nithe, darling?"
"Mmmm, mummy." She relaxes as her thumb massages her passage, caressing her clit. She sighs and seems in heaven as I guide her hand. Suddenly she is guiding me to stir her into a frenzy. She is cumming! I feel her ooze over my hand on her wrist in her thrill.
"Lovely, mummy! I luv ooo."
"Oooo look tho nithe in ore gween dwess darlin'. I think ooo are a pwoper thiththy now."
She lies in her mess, happy, looking at me.
"Thank ooo for thowing ore wittle thiththy how nithe it ith. But I think ooo are weady to be a weal thiththy too, Anathtathia!"
I nod shyly. "I'll take off ore dwess," promised Shirley, "so ooo can feel more comfy. Would ooo like that?"
I nod once more, and she takes off my dress as I become ever hotter, more than I'd ever felt in my life.
"I think ooo are feelin' all exthited?' And I lie on her bed in her pool of wetness and I am glad. It's lovely feeling that old excitement of hers touching joyfully my bum.
"I will thow her what ooo should do, Mith Anathtathia."
She is staring at my naked clit.
"Oooh darling, you're so wed dere! What's up wid my wittle Mith Anathtathia?"
"Me don't know. It feels funny dere mummy. Me is aching down dere."
"Don't worry my sweet Anathtathia. Ore achin' tellth me ooo wanna be a mummy like me! Thum time even the bestest of best thiththies have to gwow up. Tonight ooo are startin' to gwow up."
"Do ooo mean mummy ooo won't look after me no more?"
"No, no, I will still be ore mummy for ever an' ever, my darling. But ooo I do need desperwately to teach ooo some new facts."
"But what mummy? And can I weally still be ore baby thiththy?"
"Of course darling," and to suit her words, she lifts her dwess, pressing my lips to her boobs. "But ooo see, my darling, even bestest thiththies have to gwow up. Ooo are wemembwing when ore mummy bwought ooo to life. It beginth with a willy like dis gettin' hot."
As I lie in her lap, of course I know all this, but in our game I lie innocently suckling, while she produces from her handbag an inflatable dildo.
"What ith a willy, mummy?"
"Well, it's all big and powerful." Mummy fills the object with a tube of fluid, so it turns from a floppy balloon to a floppy sausage shape. Then it is inflated to a fuller size, so the liquid swishes round inside, strong and firm. Mummy licks it. I think she likes that. It is now coated with a glistening wet film.
"What ith dat mummy? Why does it have to get so big?"
"It wantth to make another thweetie like ooo Thirley."
"How doth it do that mummy?"
"Let'th thow ooo how we start, thweet Anathtathia. We ask tde willy to cum wight into us. I'll show ooo wid dis big dildo if ooo wish."
"I wish dat vewy much mummy. Pwease can ooo show me how? I don' know how."
"Of course I will, darling. Jus' keep suckling mummy, and relax."
She grips her dildo and allows it to caress my fanny ever so slightly.
Tense with pleasure, sucking mummy very firmly, I wait for my next lesson with heightened expectation.
"So here is the first step in gwowing up, sweetie."
"Mmmm, mummy, I love dat wery much!"
"Of course, there's a lot more." I feel the big thing pushing a little more strongly on my fanny, which bristles with anticipation.
"Pwease show me mummy, show me now!"
"I will my darling. We can't have ooo achin' like this, can we? Ooo'll luv it."
I collapse with a spasm, as I feel the thing brush my clit, pushing its skin as it thrusts deep inside me with a sudden jolt.
"Ith the willy feelin' nithe, darling?"
"Mmmm, mummy, mmmm."
I love the massage of my passage, the deep sense of joy caressing my clit.
"When ooo are weady, what happenth ith that willy squirts what we call cum inside ooo. I think we are nearly weady for the cum to come out."
"Ooo, mummy, it's making me ache even more inthide me, I wanna feel dis cum."
She is frantically pushing the dildo, withdrawing the dildo, turning me into a boiling fever of pent up release.
"Yeth ooo are weady all wight! Do oo weally wanna get dis cum all inside ooo now? It's for making wittle sissies!"
"Ooooo yeth pleathe, I wan' it weally badly mummy!"
She is banging like a hammer, the dildo pressing up into me, stirring me into a complete frenzy. I am bursting! I am cumming!
All over I am shaking. "Yeth, ooo are gwowin up," smiles my mummy.
My whole body squeezes that gorgeous dildo wetted by my cum, that makes it slide ever more happily even further up my passage. I feel her fully squeeze the giant thing so I enjoy it ejaculating its contents deep into my body. Empty, it plops out, in a sea of fulfilled desire.
"Lovely, mummy! I luv ooo."
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Chapter 10: Postscript, and The Future of Sissydom
After the events of the last chapter, I realized it was Shirley I had always loved, and we were soon married, but maybe this was the first sissy marriage in history? It was a splendid day, with both of us in matching long white flowing dresses, covered with white petals, Jeanette our sweet bridesmaid.
I terminated my post as Professor of Sissyology. It was with some reluctance, for I was disappointed to miss out on the many other areas of sissy research I had in mind.
But I was pleased my class of twenty all passed their sissy module, one with top marks.
I wanted someone like Lianne to take over my post, but sadly it was not to be. But for me, I do my 'researches' in "pwivate" with my Shirley. Perhaps I will write it down sometime. Look for us when we are in town together! Sometimes we are both "young thiththies" and make a fine sight walking hand in hand. Other times, and at home, we take it in turns for, say, a week at a time, to be mummy and sissy. You might think it's getting to be a married couple's routine, but we find it plenty fun, and Shirley is so good at thinking up new ideas, we never grow stale. As for me, I might give Shirley an extra big "suppwize" one day soon also.
So, to widen my tale, what does the future hold for the sissy community?
As I write in 2014, it seems to me that there is still a lot of prejudice among the general public.
In general, men regard other men acting as sissies as unmanly, whereas women may be more tolerant, but believe there is a stigma attached to the whole process.
The main difficulty with public perception is the absolutely right horror of pedophiles, that somehow sissy activity is maybe related in some vague way with it. It is not. It's the polar opposite. However there is a clear need to educate people about this, to put the positive aspects of sissyness, its goodness, its striving for beauty, for perfection, that should be welcomed by all decent people. Sissyness never forces itself on others, yet sissyness lies currently in backwaters thru public ignorance of its true meaning.
Again, sissyness is unrelated to gay issues. But just as the gay lobby have pressed and generally succeeded in winning over public opinion, the sissy faction needs an outspoken unofficial leader who will promote all things sissy in a positive light.
It is a fact that the sissy world is expanding and that in itself will win not merely more adherents, but an acceptance that sissy is mainstream. Let's hope that day will dawn before too long. Meantime, whatever brand of sissy you are, may you enjoy your sissy life as much as I, ex Professor Anastasia, do mine!
*** Kisses... THE END ***
