Chapter 2 Two Surprises
“Is this my surprise?”
“One of them, darling.”
“How did you know?” The satin is the exact same shade of yellow as my lingerie. I’m going to look stunning.
I gasp at her answer and she doesn’t even need to use words.
All it takes is her hand tightening on my ass, the feeling of her squeezing my bare cheeks, her finger slipping down the line of the thong to my sensitive hole.
It electrifies me. Her power over me is so casual, her command simply assumed.
To her, I am simply April — and she’ll use me however she wants.
“You’re going to look so pretty in that.”
“Don’t you think I do already?”
“I don’t have to let you wear it if you’re going to be sassy with me.”
“Who else would look as good in it as me?”
I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Sassy girl. Where’d all that nervousness go?”
“I must have left it behind with my pants.”
“Should I make you put them back on?”
“No, I want to wear this.”
“Then,” she says, giving me a spank somewhere between teasing and punishment. “Get dressed, get ready, and then come find me in the parlor.”
I start to turn, but she snatches my arm before I can.
With surprising strength, she pulls it behind me, twisting it just short of painfully.
My hand finds the wetness between her legs and it makes me gasp and twitch in my panties.
It’s a dark thrill to know how turned on she is just from seeing me and knowing what she plans to do to me.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she whispers. Then she disappears out of the room with nothing more than the click of her stilettos.
She’s barely out of the room before I snap up the dress and pull it against my chest, relishing in the satin-soft touch and the delicious swish of the silky layers.
The sunny yellow matches the shade of my lingerie so perfectly they might as well have been made for each other.
Desire crosses with anxiety as I step into it and heft the weight up my legs.
The lace-trimmed hem and underskirts teases against my stockings until I settle it in place.
I feel gorgeous in it. I can only hope that Jane feels the same way.
The ivory petticoat swings around my hips, each layer pleated and ruffled until they’re nothing more than a cloud of effervescent white.
Floating above it is the yellow satin of the dress.
It’s split down the front, the skirt arching away on either side to expose the petticoat and — I realize with a shiver — provide easy access to my panties.
Pale blue ribbons criss-cross up the front, each studded with pink rosettes.
My arms emerge from enormous translucent balloon sleeves tied with floppy blue bows.
The whole outfit is so short that my legs seem to be three times their usual length — and my panties are on full display.
But it’s not my appearance that makes my heart flutter and my cock twitch beneath the silken layers.
It’s not even my surprisingly girlish reflection, emphasized by the pink layer of gloss and twinkly eyeshadow Jane applied to me.
It’s what I find next to the dress, with a lipstick-kissed note nearby.
A vibrator.
“Get yourself ready the way a girl does,” the note reads in beautiful calligraphic handwriting. “Don’t take your panties off. And don’t have a little sissy accident.” It smells like her perfume.
It feels like it gives me a shock when I pick it up.
To hold something so intimately feminine and to know what I’m expected to do with it makes my legs shake in anticipation and anxiety.
It’s like every fantasy I ever discussed with her, every late-night sexting session transformed into something real.
If it wasn’t so exciting, it would make me sick with how overwhelming it is.
I sink into a huge, overstuffed chair in the corner and spread my trembling legs.
The dress is so short that I don’t need to gather it up in my arms to have easy access to my panties.
My cock is still throbbing beneath the pale yellow lace.
Lace and silk and ruffles surround me in feminine perfection.
I look so pretty like this. I can’t wait for the Lady Jane to see me.
To take me.
I gasp at the unexpected strength of the vibrator when it springs to life in my hand.
I’ve never used one before — I’ve never even seen someone use one before.
My cock is already straining against the silken yellow confines of my panties.
Slowly, my arm trembling, I run the vibrator down my satin bodice and into the voluptuous eruption of my skirts.
Even the touch against my chest is enough to make me moan.
When I finally slip it down between my stocking-covered legs, it makes me squeal.
The touch is powerful and intensely pleasurable, made only more so by the knowledge that this is how Jane wants me: with my legs pulled back to reveal my pretty panties, but knowing I’m a good enough girl to leave them on as I tease myself for her.
I run the curved tip of the vibrator up and down my throbbing shaft, reveling in the girlish pleasure that washes through my body.
It doesn’t take long for my entire body to start shaking, my skirts dancing around me and my head falling backwards against the chair.
I imagine what I’d look like to anyone who walks in: a stunning sissy aching for their touch. To be used the way I know I deserve.
It takes strength to overcome the agony of stopping.
My heart thuds in my ears as I switch the vibrator off when I feel the precipice of my orgasm.
There’s a wet spot at the front of my panties, and I can’t help touching and swirling it as I set the toy back on the table.
That touch alone is almost enough to make me cum, but I fight the pleasure down.
Because I’m a good girl. Because I want to make the Lady Jane happy with me.
Because I only get to cum with permission.
My legs are still shaking as I make my down the hallway towards the ornate parlor, heels clicking on the floor, fingers brushing across the complex floral wallpaper and heavy wooden wainscoting.
I pause just outside the pair of pocket doors to steady myself for what’s about to happen.
I can only imagine the position the Lady Jane will be in as she waits for me.
It’s something I’ve fantasized about a hundred times before, and now it’s finally real.
She’ll be there, excited to finally have me as the sissy she wants, and I’ll be able to serve her the way she demands.
With a deep breath, I push open the doors, then barely manage to stifle a scream as I see what’s waiting inside.