The Making of a Sissy - Part Seven SeXStoRY

As Sandy pulled into the drive of Aunt Jane’ s house, Tara turned from the front passenger seat and eyed the forlorn looking sissy seated centrally between her two s****rs with some satisfaction. “It’s a good thing your friend can stay with you tonight to console you; of course I’d have done the same if she were not staying.” She and the s****rs who sandwiched Bella, all sniggered sarcastically at the sheer comedy of the thought. Bella maintained a look of hopeless nonchalance as she gazed aimlessly through the window as Sandy applied the handbrake. The s****rs alighted from the vehicle with barely a gesture of thanks to their driver, and strutted round to the front door. Bella and sandy smiled at each other with relief and followed on after Bella had retrieved the s****r’s beach gear, as was one of the duties expected of her. Sandy was treated to a coffee and a chat with Jane, while Bella loaded the washing machine with everyone’s swimwear; she was allowed to eat with the others and then given permission to disappear to her room with Sandy. The two embraced and giggled as soon as the door was closed behind them. Bella then retrieved the phone from its hiding place and set it on the wooden bedside table, so that its buzz would be audible if anyone called. The two stripped off and squeezed into the shower together; their salty bodies in need of refreshing. This was a thrill in itself for Bella, as she had not seen another t-girl in the flesh; she had managed to find a few on the s****rs’ computer on the odd occasion she had found herself alone with it for a moment or two, but having a like person near her filled her with a sense of belonging for the first time; she now had living proof she was not unique, and Sandy was full of self-confidence; proud to be just the way she was. Sandy smiled as she noticed Bella gazing down her cock whilst she shampooed. “Mine’s bigger than yours!” She joked, making Bella blush at the realisation that she had been staring rudely. “That’s ok k**, I’ve been looking at you too; you are so pretty, a real catch for that Adam. You’ll see my Carl tomorrow; I’m going to have to keep him on a leash, his eyes will be all over you.” Sandy giggled once more as she held the shower head over Bella and washed the lather from her soft white body, but stopped giggling and then stroked her bottom softly, biting her lip as she viewed the still visible evidence of the caning. “That’s ok.” Bella said softly. “I actually enjoyed it in the end; I can’t help but be submissive, I can’t stop thinking about how Adam will be with me; he seems so soft and caring, but I often fantasise about being tied and gagged by him, I’m so mixed up.” Sandy squeezed her as she turned off the shower and patted her down with a soft fluffy towel. “You’ve no need to worry; he’s nice and physical, if he could see you now it would bring out the a****l in him. When you’ve got to know him, just tell him what you like; he’s sure to accommodate you. Besides, I promised him copies of some of the more risqué pictures that Roberts takes of you tomorrow.” Bella’s jaw dropped and her face was enveloped in a gaping smile; she snatched the towel from Sandy and held over her crotch to hide her excitement at the thought. Sandy laughed. “He’s so obviously in love with you, but there’s definitely a horny a****l inside him too. I want you to relax and really let yourself free in front of the camera tomorrow; you just think of giving yourself to Adam and Roberts will be delighted with the results, I’m sure.” As soon as they had dried off, the phone started to buzz and creep across the table. Bella froze at first; Sandy pushed her toward the table. Bella shivered as she sat on the soft bed and looked bewildered as she said ‘hello?’ Sandy smiled as Bella’s face softened immediately she heard the one voice she really longed to hear. Sandy sat at the dressing table and tended her hair to allow Bella as much privacy as she could, taking a peep in the mirror now and again, to view the starry-eyed contentment of Bella as she cooed sweet nothings to Adam. When they eventually ended the call, Sandy came over and dabbed the tears of joy from the sweet sissy’s cheeks. She looked up at Sandy. “Oh how I’m looking forward to some more vodka tomorrow! I’m so happy!” Sandy sat by her and cuddled her. They packed Bella’s favourite, raunchier things, ready for the weekend then slipped into bed together, giggling like ten year olds as they talked about the weekend; within 20 minutes they were both sound asl**p. Across town in his large residence, Roberts prepared his equipment under the poolside lights in the warm evening air. He checked his photographic gear and props; his cock rising as he sorted the silky cords, gags and handcuffs, thinking of which would suit best that pretty sissy. He was just as excited as the girls, as he imagined that sweet little bottom, raised in the air submissively. Bella kept everything crossed as she went downstairs with Sandy on Saturday morning; she could not believe that her Aunt Jane would really let her go, she expected her to smile wickedly at her and tell her it was all just a tease. Her stomach churned as she attempted to eat some toast; this just to appease her aunt who would not have her go without eating anything; she was very strict with her, and would ensure she did not become anorexic and unattractive to possible suitors. Bella was in a cold sweat as Jane watched her finish and then turned to Sandy who was happily on her fourth slice with honey. “I trust you to be my eyes with Mr Roberts; I know you have no influence over him, but he will not risk anything improper while you are around. Please have Bella back here by 8pm Sunday.” And with that she strolled out to the garden and sat reading a book. Bella nearly choked in her efforts to swallow her last corner of toast; Sandy smiled, licked her fingers clean of the honey and rinsed her hands. “Let’s go then k**, what are you waiting for?” The two picked up their bags, Bella almost falling over hers in an effort to get through the door. They put the bags in the back and got into the car; Bella staring into the rear view mirror, her heart racing as Sandy turned out of the drive with her aunt’s house disappearing behind them. As the car drove out onto the open road Bella yelled with sheer excitement. Sandy nearly ran over a cyclist, she was laughing so much. Bella’s little cock stiffened involuntarily and her balls tingled as the car swept up a palm lined avenue and a huge white Art Deco house with green tiled roof loomed up before them. As they drew up, a smiling Roberts appeared and helped them with their bags; he took them through a plush marbled hallway and up a curving staircase with wrought iron work typical of the early thirties. Both he and Sandy showed her the room she’d stay in; with Sandy of course. “You two slip into something comfortable then come down to the pool for a drink; I expect you’ll want a swim later, it’s going to be a warm one.” He watched the sissy bend and put her bag down as he closed the door; his cock bulged as he descended the stairs; she was within his grasp now, If only he could find a way. The two came downstairs. Both wearing saris of a fine sheer material over their naked bodies; they giggled as they sat next to Roberts, who poured them generous drinks. Bella’s nipples were prominent from her sweet round breasts, partly because the morning air was still a little cool, partly because of sheer excitement; this was to be an eventful day in the sissy’s life…