Black Breeders

Black Breeders

s pause I opened the door fully. Almost tripping as I manoeuvred unsteadily in my heels to let Viv step inside. I closed and locked both doors behind her, trying to suppress the thought that I was visible to anyone in the street as I did so. With the house once more firmly secure against prying eyes and the inclement March weather I turned to greet the woman who had invaded my sanctuary. Her long, knee length winter coat was still buttoned up and one of her hands was absent mindedly attempting to sort out her wind blown hair. But her eyes were locked on me, slowly eyeing me up and down with a blatant curiosity. Generally on a first visit to a strange house attention is drawn to look around, investigating and surveying the layout, the décor, the furnishings. Mistress Viv’s eyes were so far only interested in her sissy. Even though I was more pretty than sissy in my long pastel dress, Viv’s interest and curiosity were obvious. I was suddenly very self conscious. Stood in the one place I could usually be certain I would be undisturbed i

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n my femininity, now being scrutinised by my new Mistress. I was unsure what to do with my hands, eventually they folded across my breasts. The very act of them folding so far up reminding me I was wearing a satin 40C bra with generously filled cups. Viv seemed to smile at my nervous indecision. Her hand stopped its attempt to straighten out her hair and did a twirling motion. I breathed deeply and slowly turned on the spot. Acutely conscious of her gaze but already feeling an undeniable pleasure and excitement caused by her scrutiny. Well, well, well Chrissy you do look pretty. I had been prepared to be disappointed, but you do look wonderful, were her words as I finished my slow twirl for her. I smiled inside. Unnoticed beneath my fears, a part of me had been nervous that I would fail to meet my Mistresses expectations. The raw edges of my inner turmoil were smoothed a little. Well then, are you sure you’re ready for today? she asked in her normal conversational tone. I nodded, realising that this was almost as big a moment as t

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hat first evening. The first evening had been accidental revelations when we had both been tired from several weeks of long hours at work and more than a little wine. Now we were both fresh, very sober and had had several weeks of thinking about the relationship we were about to take a step further. I looked her in the eyes and nodded. A certain tension seemed to leave her face. Your going to take my coat then are you Chrissy? she said with a wry smile as her fingers worked the buttons loose on her heavy coat. I quickly moved to help her but stumbled in my high heels after a half step. When I’d recovered my balance Viv already had her coat half off and I stopped dead as I looked up to see what Viv was wearing underneath. Just as Viv had a few minutes before now I had eyes only for my Mistress. I’d studied Viv’s work wardrobe for several years. It was generally smart but on the casual side, invariably with muted colours and the occasional smart blouse and suit for when we had external visitors. The difference with how my Mistress h

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ad chosen to dress was astounding. She wore a high buttoned blouse in a vivid red. It was quite opaque, but tight fitting enough to make out lacy bra cups beneath. Her skirt was black, mid calf length and as tight as her blouse. Patterned red stockings with black two inch heels completed her clothing. Work Viv only ever wore plain stud ear rings, not the long gold dangling ones she wore now. I also noticed more make-up, uncharacteristically bright red lipstick to match her painted finger nails and faint a presence of heavy perfume. To my eyes it was a perfect blend of elegant sexiness with restrained sophistication. Excitement mounted inside my panties as my eyes travelled up and down what was no longer an older female work colleague but my Mistress enjoying her own sexuality yet still cautious about being too revealing to her new sissy. However, the obvious hardness of her nipples through the lacy bra cup and the tight red blouse showed that her desire was just as intense as my own. As I took her coat and hung it carefully in the

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closet I realised that for all our differences, age, gender, and dominance submission we were also very similar, two people with strong hidden desires suddenly finding that their dreams may be within reach after all. Eager to experience, yet desperate to overcome our fears and anxieties lest we force the pace too fast and loose what the future promised. Well then Chrissy, let’s have your hands behind your head and your chest pushed out so I can see my sissies‘ breasts. You’ve had enough looks at mine over the years, now its time for me to look at yours. I did as commanded lifting my arms above my head, my latex breasts pushing out my dress for Viv’s viewing. She eyed them for a few seconds before she took a step closer and her hands came up to touch them. Squeezing, gently cupping, and appreciating the weight as her fingers and thumb explored first the edges of my bra cups and then the small but pronounced nipples. My eyes couldn’t help but go to her breasts and my thoughts were on what it would feel like to have my hands doing t

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he same in return. My fingers roving over the bright red material of her blouse, feeling the hidden bra cups and her aroused nipples. Well, using my panties to stuff out your bra had a certain charm, but these are a much more exciting option, she said as her hands continued to weight them as best she could. Of course more pronounced nipples would be more appropriate for my excited little sissy, but we will have to make do with the more obvious excitement won’t we Chrissy? she asked as one of her hands smoothed its way down my dress to softly explore the bulging panties it hid from her direct view. She took a step closer, her breasts just touching mine as her hand stroked the excitement between my legs. My panties twitched under her fingers as the sensations rolled over me. The intimate warmth of her body only inches away, the rich red lipstick, the smell of her perfume and that twinkle in her eye. I’m sure were going to have a wonderful time Chrissy, she whispered and gently kissed my cheek. I smiled inside once again as my hardne

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ss strained for release from its satin prison. Then her closeness and warmth were gone as her face adopted a more Mistress like look. My hands dropped to my sides. Did you get all your sissy things out as I instructed? I nodded as I tried to settle into a submissive attitude that was unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. Viv took a step to the side and landed a slightly more than playful swipe at my backside. No head nodding Chrissy. I want to hear your voice. I want to hear you when you’re being submissive to your Mistress. Is that clear? Yes ma’am, I replied remembering too late Mistress Viv’s desire to hear me as I asked or even begged her to let me be her sissy. Well, you are quite pretty as you are Chrissy, we will have to see about some make-up shortly and these nails will be painted, she said taking my hand. Of course your toe nails will always be painted from now on too. Her eyes met mine looking for my reaction as she insisted on another small portion of control and feminisation. I met her eyes, but a note of anxiety entered m

y mind at the thought of having my toe nails painted. It was similar to the apprehension I’d had when Viv had told me I would only be wearing panties to work. I tried to calm my inner concerns. Reminding myself I had now been wearing panties every day for several weeks. No one had found out. Surely painted toe nails were even more discrete. Good girl. Now are your sissy things all ready for your Mistresses inspection? Yes Ma’am, I replied after only a slight hesitation. Well, let’s see your pretty things then. After lunch your Mistress is going to take you from girlie boy to sissy slut. I started up the stairs, holding the banister firmly and placing my heels very deliberately on each step with Viv following behind. The worries about having painted toes largely replaced by concern over my Mistresses reaction to the large collection of sissy pink items I was about to show her. By half way up however a new thought intruded. Viv’s eyes were only a short distance from my backside as we climbed the stairs. I smiled slightly and couldn‘

t help but hope that my panty line was visible through my dress. Maybe I really am a bit of a slut I thought to myself. At the top of the stairs I stopped and turned to look at her. This really was the inner heart of my sanctuary. The place I was al

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