The Weekend Sissy Gurl:
Taken By Two Alpha Men While His Mistress Wife Instructs

J.S. Lee

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This is a work of fiction. All chracters are 18 or older.

He stared at himself in the mirror and loosened the tie that had been choking him all day, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off the loafers, he already felt more relaxed. Once his dress pants were off and the boxers that he had been leaking into all day were folded and shoved in the bag, he was free. David gently pulled up the pink, satin panties that he had brought especially for this weekend and exhaled in relief. Daphne could come out and play.

 

Daphne shaved her body daily, keeping her skin silky smooth for her Mistress was a high priority, Mistress Amelia was stringent about girls taking care of their bodies. She rubbed the pink lotion on her legs and arms again, soft, little girls got cuddled much more often.

 

The breasts that Daphne used in her bra were a sad reminder that she had none of her own, but once the pink bra was hooked into place, her curves were worth it and she reminded herself of Mistress' promise, perhaps if she were a good girl and served well, one day the prosthetic breasts would be real and hers. She touched herself gently over the bra and could see the gel-like nipples protruding through the fabric. She could only imagine right now what it would feel like to have a mouth gently sucking on them, but just the picture of it, a tall, handsome man with his lips wrapped tight around her hard, pink bud, Daphne's head thrown back in ecstasy and her clittie shuddering from the sensation, it was almost too much for her.

 

No point in letting herself get carried away right now, there was much more work to be done and Mistress Amelia would punish her for being tardy. She slid the white slip over her head and buttoned herself into the dress, black with white polka dots, a fitted waist and a short, full skirt that showed her long, lean legs. Once the white thigh high stockings were pulled up, Daphne was careful to make sure that the seams were straight in the back as Mistress had taught her, she strapped on the hot, pink heels. They were the one slutty indulgence that Mistress had allowed and once glance in the full-length mirror on the wall made her gasp. The price that she had paid for being allowed to wear those was entirely worth it.

 

She swirled the foundation on with both index fingers, the way Mistress had shown her, tapping the blush brush gently she gave herself rosy cheeks. Mistress Amelia said it should look like she was flushed from an orgasm, not like a whore, Mistress had been so kind to transform her from a common tart to a lady. Well, Daphne wasn't sure if all of her behavior could be described as ladylike and when she remembered what Mistress forced her to do for the shoes, she actually needed no rouge.

 

A little eyeshadow made her blue eyes pop and the false eyelashes that she fluttered instinctively whenever an Alpha male looked her way almost completed her, the only thing missing was the pink, shimmering gloss that Mistress liked to see on her full, pouty lips. When Daphne was done applying it, she puckered and kissed the air, as she'd seen Marilyn Monroe do in pictures. She wondered if it were true, did gentlemen prefer blondes? She was about to find out.

 

The wig was almost platinum, long curls down the back and she carefully fitted it over her short, brown hair. Daphne brushed it carefully the way she had been taught, shaking out the curls that touched the tender skin on the back of her neck, the hot blond in the mirror was about to take a stroll. Everything was back in her bag and Daphne unlocked the bathroom door.

 

A man pushed it open immediately and she screeched, she wasn't ready for someone to just barge in and her heart was in her throat when the dark-haired man walked in. He looked at her quizzically at first, then a slow smile spread across his handsome, dimpled face, "aren't you in the wrong place, Miss?" he asked in a deep voice.

 

Daphne cleared her throat, her high-pitched voice cracked sometimes when she was nervous, "I guess so, I got confused," she giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

 

"Well, you should come in the men's room more often," he spoke to her, walking backwards slowly to the urinals, obviously attracted, he didn't want to turn away. "You're very pretty," he seemed embarrassed suddenly and turned to face the wall, his hand reaching the front of his pants, Daphne heard him unzip.