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By *eka OP TV/TS
19 weeks ago
Manchester |
Part Seven
Meeting Lucile
The End Of The Beginning
Eventualy coming around to realizing the brzzzzhmmmming was the sound of my slender, toned, silky smooth left thigh being fucking tattood!!!
The blushing shock, terror and raging anger i felt at waking there, that afternoon to realise this was not atcall simple or easy to compute or accept. Mistress Lucile sat cross legged, looking as aloof and magnificent as ever. Chatting cordialy to the heavily built, and heavily tattood, large, very hairy man redesigning my left leg was a feeling unlike any other. Shock. Arrousal. Anger. Fear. Intrigue... Words fail me now as they did then to accuratly describe how i fealt. Such an intense feeling, the realizing of real submission i dare suppose. That i never even noticed the physical irritation of that bastards inking needle. My awaking paid crushingly little attention by either of them. In Indian ink, dashed appropriatly and only with shades of hot pink. The words 'Mummys sissie' had been etched in very large swishy writing, forever onto my body. Without in any way my real concent! Wrapping around the flesh about or just above where a hold up stocking top would finish. The letters adorned by scantily clad trans ladies in scantily attire. 3 or 4 inches high, and dressing me forever perminently from just below the pert cheek of my bottom. The full round of my high upper left thigh.
Speechless. We then left that god forsaken inking parlour. After slinking back into the silken stockings and heels 'Mummy' had, had me adorn. Which was my last recall prior to slowly waking up on that hairy 'artists' bed! The only garment covering my lingerie and strictly tightened, corset clad body being a black leather jacket with faux fur trim. Which i mincingly struggled to scrunch far enough down to hide the tops of my stockings. Still please remember, with my complete body, including eyebrows and scalp completely baldingly smooth. Which was soon, next to be 'remedied'. The countless, countless times... and i had.... that i had dolled myself up to the nines alone and dared dream of this. The couple of 'outings' prior to 'meeting' Mistress Lucile did not in any way prepare me for the utter and absolutely real, uncompromising shame and humiliation of walking in broad daylight looking as i did. Thanking heavens for small mercies... Which was, i was quickly to learn to be a 'sissies' lot. At least Mummy gave me a leapord print scarf to hide the rather strikingly unusual smoothness of my head, and helped me re apply, and rather tastefully too, my lippy and make up before we walked. Mummy strutting gleefully, me mincing behind ashamedly. Totteringly trying to keep up, with even the tiniest amount of elegance and dignity in those platformed 7 inch stilletoe ankle boots was no easy feet at all.
Without speaking more than a half dozen words we had soon strutted to arrive at a busy 'salon'. Without delving too yaawningly into the detail of my obvious incredulous embarrassment. Within a couple of, or a few hours both my ears had been pierced twice. Large silver hoops hanging from my lobes, and matching studs higher up each ear. I had undergone the severe humiliation of cononic irrigation. Then full body lazer hair removal. Once stripped to my teensy ting black G-stringy knicks. Revealing to anyone looking close enough, and everybody tasked with 'helping' me most certainly did! My being chastised rather mercilessly. My toes and fingernails manicured and painted. My fingers also given new false 'shlack' nails. The tip of my now sissy tongue had also been pierced, fitted with another silver hoop. Giving me, i was very soon to learn a fresh lisping accent to my allmost every sylabul. The crowning 'glory' of that afternoon though. Possibly even beyond my new inking was the new hair i had, had gelled into place. Apparently state of the art, real female hair that would now, somehow weave itself into the folicles of my scalp to grow as if it be my own natural hair... Somehow...? The first night we had chatted Mistress Lucile, Mummy new how i had forever always desired long scarlet locks. Well now i had them! Lengthy enough to brush and sway over my corseted cleavage where it left uncombed. It was a beautiful slut red color of scarlet had i been given any choice i would in all honesty have chosen myself.
So. By the time we returned to appartment 411. Around 24 hours after first arriving, i was now a full, tattood, chastised, hairless, sexy as fuck, smooth, collared scarlet sissie. Mummys sissy. Frightened to even contemplate what Mummy Lucile had planned for me next.
To be continued....
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