Christeen: I let her do this

 Another story about Chris inspired by a Christeen's artwork posted on SweetAndyLatex's Patreon:  https://www.patreon.com/posts/christeen-on-57472738

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I let her do this

 

Chris felt awful.   Another sleepless night.   Another night spent tossing and turning.  He’d probably slept more than he thought but he’d woken several times in discomfort.  He would have to tell her.  This couldn’t go on.  Why did he agree to it?  Today had to be different.  Today, he was going to put his foot down.  

 

As soon as he heard the heating come on, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  He needed to feel comfortable if he was going to say what had to be said.  He took short, dainty steps, like he’d been trained, to avoid tugging at his ankles.   Chris flipped on the light and stepped inside. He shivered as his feet met the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.   He went  back to his bed and put on his mules.   His heels clicked on the floor as he sat down to pee.   He made his mind up about what he was going to say.  Today was the day it ended.  He composed the words in his head.  He mouthed through them in silence until he’d got them just right.  He looked down as he wiped and dried his device with toilet tissue.   His toes peeped beyond the Perspex strap of his mules: he really did like the new shade of pink that Auntie had tried on his toenails yesterday.  

 

Back in his bedroom, Chris slipped on his shortie white negligée.  Gingerly he stepped out on to the landing.  It was still cool but he could hear the house and pipework start to creak as they warmed.  He knocked on his Auntie’s door.   This was it.

 

“Yes.”

 

“It’s me, Chris.”

“Yes, obviously.  Come in.”

 

The curtains were still drawn and his Aunt had not turned a light on.  “Good morning, Auntie.”  Despite the darkness, he knew exactly where to tread towards her bed.  He was going to say his piece and then go, although not before he’d retrieved the keys to his device and his hobble.   They had to come off.

 

“Good morning, darling.   Have you brought a cup of tea?  That’s so sweet of you.”

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Coffee?”

 

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Oh, just you.  That’s still very nice.”

 

“Auntie, I want to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling?”

 

“I’ve been meaning to say this for some time …”

 

“Yes?   What time is it?”

 

“Six-thirty.”

 

“Gosh!  So early.”

 

“Auntie, I feel ..”

 

“Oh honey, how thoughtless of me.   The heating will only just have come on.  You must feel cold.   Come into bed and talk to me.”

 

“But Auntie, I was trying to say…”

 

“Well say it to me when you’re in bed.”  

 

“I think I’ll find it easy to say here.”

 

“Don’t be silly, darling.  You must be cold.”  A hand reached out and touched his.  “You’re shivering.”   Chris had to admit he was shivering but probably more quivering in trepidation about what he had to say.  “Come on dear, get in.”  His Aunt’s hand pulled him forward.  Chris stepped out of his mules and slid under the light duvet.    “At least you’re in your negligée.  Let’s get you warm.  Lie on your side dear.”  Chris felt his Auntie wrap himself around him. He felt the warmth of his Auntie against him and her hot breath on his neck.   “Isn’t that better darling?”

 

“Yes, Auntie!  But I was trying to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling.  You can say it as we snuggle.    Now let me remove your ankle hobble, it’ll allow me to get closer. I don’t think we need the leg spreader this morning if we’re going spoons.”

 

“But Auntie …”

 

“Yes?   What size would you like this morning?” 

 

He was lost.  Again.  Helpless.  How could he resist his wonderful Auntie?  How could he ever say no?  Not when his Auntie was so lovely and so loving. 

 

“And over breakfast we can think about what you are going to wear today.   Remember Amelia’s coming today.”

 

“Amelia?”

 

“Yes, Amelia.  The buyer.   She wants to look at our bridal collection.”  

 

“Oh, yes Amelia.   Oh!  Oh!”

 

“Just relax, honey.”

 

“Oh, Auntie!   Ooooh!   Aaaaah!”

 

“There.  Isn’t that nice honey?   Now what did you want to say to me?”

 

“Aaaaaah!   Aaaaah!   Aaaaah!   N..n…n…nothing, Auntie.  Aaaaah!”

 

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sweet. I’m sure that got you nice and warm.   You know you don’t need to ask.  I’m always here for you.  Are you sure you didn’t want something?”

 

“Well, Auntie.  I was wondering about my device.”

 

“No, Chris.   Sorry.   Not that.  You know it’s Locktober.  Just relax like a good girl and enjoy it the way you’re meant to.   I wonder whether we ought to have Lockovember for you too, if there is such a thing?  Again.”

 

“Oh, Auntie, no!  No, Auntie!  Oh, Auntie!   Oh!  Oh! Oh! Aaah!  Aaaah!  Aaaaaaaaah!   ”

 

“There you go.  Twice.  See you couldn’t do that if you weren’t wearing your device.   You’d be done in seconds.  Now let’s see if you can manage a third before breakfast.”

 

Chris tried to spread the meringue of his dress and petticoats to sit comfortably.  After breakfast, Auntie had painted his nails the same colour as his toes and chosen a matching lipstick too.   His hair was up in a bun with a little tiara.   Auntie had said she wanted him to try the new bridal wear designs.   She wanted him to show off this dress in particular to Amelia.  She’d teasingly promising a bridle if he refused.   What would Amelia think if she found a ponyboy rather than a bride?  

 

“You’re so pretty this morning, sissy boy.  Try telling me you don’t feel more feminine wearing a gown like that.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

You’re lovely when you’re naked, Chris.   But you look fabulous in a nice dress.   And you’re positively glowing.   And we both know why.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

“No need for a hobble now you’re in the bridal satin shoes with six inch heels.  Aren’t you a lucky boy?  What do you say, Chris?”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”

 

“That’s right, Chris.   A sweet sissy boy and a lovely pretty girl.”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”    Chris knew it was hopeless.  He still harboured his thoughts but kept them locked away inside: ‘I go to bed thinking - never again, but then every morning I let her do this to me anyway.   But she’s so lovely.   How can I say no?   Why would I want to?  I'd do anything for her.   If only she would undo my device.   I’m sure I’d behave.  But she is so beautiful.  And three times.  Oh my!   It was so wonderful.'   Chris was glad he was sitting down since he could feel his knees go weak at the memory.   He never knew that he could experience such joy.  She had been so wonderful this morning.   He was her girl.

  

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They Will Come - sequel 2.8

Below is the eighth part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see Andy's original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html). 

 
The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html   

The previous part of the sequel,  2.7 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-27.html.

They Will Come 2.8

  

The Doctor walked down the corridor carrying her medical bag with its extra side pannier and approached Andy’s cabin with trepidation.  She hoped that he had been able to do his duty.  It had been a big ask of the youngest Commander in Star-Corps.  Enormous physical endurance would have been required and it was impossible to estimate the psychological stress and pressure on him.  He was probably exhausted.  Drained and exhausted.   But at Zero Hour Minus Three she needed something more from him: a few last finishing touches.   At least she had the quiet satisfaction of knowing the Administration Deck was cordoned off and that the section for Sissy Affairs was totally secure.   Maintenance had even installed temporary toilet facilities as well as a fridge with more protein drinks close to Ensign Beauchamp’s desk.

“Please come in quickly,” said Andy on the intercom as the cabin door slid open.   The Doctor stepped hastily inside and was greeted with a sight that would stay with her forever.  Ensign Beauchamp was facing her.  She was lying prone across the Stockade with her wrists attached to its sides by stout leather cuffs. A padded metal posture collar kept her head up like an alert bitch.  The Doctor could just see that she was kneeling on padded rests supporting her shins and that her ankles were similarly cuffed and restrained.  Her commanding officer was stood behind her.   The Ensign looked bedraggled and almost drunk.  But Beauchamp wasn’t looking at the Doctor: her eyes were rolled backwards so that only the white was visible as her head nodded like a toy dog. A red ball gag filled her mouth with drool trailing and forming a little pool on the floor.  Streaks of mascara had run down her cheeks and pink lipstick was smeared across her face and chin. 

Standing between Ensign Stephanie Beauchamp’s splayed legs, Commander Watson was swaying backwards and forwards. The Doctor could only see the upper half of his body.   He was attired totally differently from the previous day.   He was wearing a little pink latex bra held in place by silver chains as a halter and by several more dangling from a large ring attached to an inch wide stainless steel collar. The ring hung down and covered the area where his Adam’s Apple should have been. Large silver hoop earrings hung from his lobes.  The bra matched his eyeshadow and his lipstick; even his cheekbones had a pink blush.   

His hands were gripping the Ensign’s waist.   His eyes had been closed when the Doctor entered but now he opened them and looked hard at her. His eyes remained fixed on the Doctor who returned his stare.   Their eyes locked together.  Neither spoke. Despite his exertions the Officer still looked immaculate.   He started to rock faster and his breathing became louder and he began to pant.  

Ensign Beauchamp began to moan through her gag. “Again, again,” she seemed to be squealing.

After a several minutes staring into the Doctor’s eyes, the senior officer juddered and emitted a groan.   Ensign Beauchamp yelped with ecstasy.

“Oh Stevie, you’ve not cum again?  You naughty girl."    Andy smiled at the Doctor as he unbuckled her ball gag.  "You’re creating such a mess.” 

“Sorry, Commander.”

“I'm afraid she keeps cumming, Doc.  It must be the angle.”

“Not to worry Commander.   It’s good to know Ensign Beauchamp hasn’t found the experience too much of a punishment.  Her prostate is clearly in good working order.   They must’ve trained her well at The Academy."

“Yes, they certainly did,” replied Andy.

“Does the Doctor arriving meaning that’s the last?” asked a downcast Stephanie.

“I’m afraid it does, Ensign,” replied the Doctor.    “We just need a few final finishing touches.”   The Doctor opened the side pannier on her case that contained her special sissy supplies.  “I think a 50 millimetre should be sufficient. The Doctor put on a pair of black latex gloves.  I doubt that lube will be required after all the Commander’s efforts but just in case.   If you could just move to the other end, Commander, while I make Ensign Beauchamp secure?”

Andy stepped carefully from behind Stephanie in short measured steps.   He shuffled his hands along Stevie’s naked torso to steady himself.  As he exchanged places with the Doctor, the Medical Officer gasped.  Her Commanding Officer presented a vision of perfect femininity.  Pink sissy femininity.  He was naked except for his lingerie: complementing his little bra was a wide pink latex suspender belt with multiple garter straps holding up pink polished latex stockings.  The reason for his tiny steps and balancing became obvious: his toes were pointed down like a ballerina’s as if he was permanently en Pointe and ready to pirouette. He was wearing shiny pink knee-high boots with thin shiny shafts of pink supporting his heels.  The Doctor thought he looked adorable: sweet and delicious.   She could easily understand why he had graduated summa cum laude in the founding year of Star Corps’ Sissy Academy with perfect scores: scores unmatched since.  It was clear to her why he had been a favourite of the Rear Admiral at Star Base and, if the rumours were correct, the Rear Admiral’s wife too.   There was hope.

As Andy took tiny tottering steps on his eight-inch dagger heels, with one foot stepping gingerly in front of the other the Doctor asked, “Why ballet boots, Commander?”

“I found I could rock most easily on them when I was inside Stevie.  I only needed my ballet points and one other point of support,” he smiled and looked down: his erection was already starting to revive.  “And they made me feel the most feminine and vulnerable.  They were a present from the Rear Admiral.  They left my hands free to do other things.”  The Doctor looked downwards as Andy moved away.  She could just see the pink flange of a butt plug protruding from the Commander’s pert bottom.  She could guess what his hands might have been doing to help his femininity and suspected he hadn’t just been dreaming about Stevie during his ordeal.

The Doctor delicately levered apart Stevie’s tight buttock cheeks.  Slimy liquid was oozing from her anus.   The Commander had been very thorough.  

Stevie crooked her neck back and stared upwards at her commanding officer towering above her and whispered, “Am I gaping?”

The Doctor leaned forward and whispered in Stevie’s ear, “Yes, honey, you’re gaping nicely.  Did you enjoy it?”  

“I loved it,” mumbled Stevie in a soft drawl.  “He fucked me so much.”

“Hush, Stevie,” said Andy putting a finger to Stevie’s lips.  

“Ensign Beauchamp, you’re a credit to Sissy Academy.   Now Stephanie look up.    I’d like you to look at your Commander.  Isn’t he pretty?”

“Yes, Doctor,” said Stevie raising her head.

“Isn’t he the prettiest thing you’ve seen?”  

“Yeth,” lisped Stevie in the submissive manner instilled in her at the Academy.

The Doctor reached between Stevie’s legs and grasped the Ensign’s floppy penis: so stiff yesterday when she started sucking her Commander, it now hung limp and useless, trailing wispy fluid from its tip.   Prostate sissygams and anal orgasms had depleted and tired her.   “Have you been cumming like a good girl for your Commander?”

“Yeth.”

“A few times?”

“No.  Lotsth and lotsth,” the Ensign said dreamily.

“Well it’s time for a little more.  I just need to find your prostate,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor’s fingers penetrated her, “and give you a final helping hand.”   

“Oooh,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor touched the little walnut nestling against the wall of her rectum.

“I’m pleased to report that you have a very heathy prostate, Ensign.  Keep looking at your Commander.”

“What are you doing, Doc?” asked a curious Andy.

“Just milking her.   We have to make sure she’s empty.”   Stevie moaned as the Doctor started to gently massage the little nodule.  “There’s a good girl.   Keep looking at your Commander.  Think of him inside you.” Stevie’s penis hung flaccidly as the Doctor warmed to her task.  “Commander, please come closer to Ensign Beauchamp.”   The vision in pink tottered forward.  “Closer still, please.”   Andy’s groin was in front of Stevie’s face.  Stevie’s tongue was stretching forward.   “You may want to feed her again.”

The Doctor paused momentarily to wind the crank and lower the Stockade to a more suitable height.  As Stevie’s mouth gratefully closed around her Commander, the Doctor’s left hand tried to stroke and rouse the Ensign's floppy cock.    However she concentrated her efforts on Stevie’s prostate, pressing her finger slowly back and forth along the slimy wall and massaging the engorged walnut within.  Stevie still didn't stiffen in the Doctor’s hand but she cocked her head back and sucked furiously while Andy, steadying himself on Stevie’s shoulders, had started to rock on his ballet points.   

The Doctor stared at Andy, who gazed back deep into her green eyes. "You did such a good job on this girl, you seem to have left her impotent.   You'd think she'd been on a milking machine or that the Engine Room had wanked her to her exhaustion."    

"Sorry, Doc."

"That was a compliment, Commander."   She gave up trying to revive Stevie's enfeebled cock and instead her hand closed around the sissy's balls and pulled hard on the cuff of her scrotum.  The Ensign squirmed and fluid started to leak from her cock. “Let it all out Ensign.   Satisfy your Commander.  Return all the compliments he’s paid you today.”    Andy’s eyes were beginning to roll; his hands moved to the back of Stevie’s head to make her reciprocate on the shaft of his ramrod piston.   Stevie started to convulse as an assgasm finally overcame her.  “Keep it coming, darling,” the Doctor said as she continued her incessant massage on the Ensign’s prostate.     Andy was now cumming too and his semen flooded into the Ensign’s mouth.  Stevie did not gag.  Andy held her head tight against him and she willingly pushed her face hard against the senior officer’s pubis so that his cock extended down her throat.  She did not want to waste a drop.   Still the Doctor continued her milking.   She only stopped when Stevie stopped cumming, leaking or even dripping, and her head dropped in exhaustion.  

“Thank you Ensign.  Well done.  And thank you again, Commander, please go back to the table.   I’d normally say breathe out and relax but I don’t think you’ll need to.”

“And now I’m going to need to plug you, Ensign.  We don’t want any of the Commander’s fluids going to waste, do we?”

“No, Doctor.” 

 “Oooh!” whelped Stevie.  Her head went back and she gulped, swallowing down the last remnants of cum in her mouth, as the Doctor inserted a bulbous black rubber butt plug.   

“All done,” said the Doctor.

“It’s cold,” moaned Stevie.

“Sorry but it will only be for a few moments.   It’ll soon warm up.  At least it’ll stop your bottom leaking since it’s likely to take a few hours before your gape closes.”   

end of part 2.8.  To be continued.