Turned Sissy By My Lesbian Girlfriend Part 3: Eager to Please

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And have you managed to train Rita into becoming the sweet lesbian sissy daughter of all my dreams?" I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regular long sessions at our local fitness center. She lived alone, at the outskirts of our small town, in a renovated farmhouse and taught Math, Physics and PE at my High School. Mmm.. lovely... with the right treatments you'll grow a great pair of tits for me and my friends to play with.. and you do love to have your stiff sissy nips played with and teased, don't you girlie?" The implications hit me, there and then: My Mother was undoubtedly part of this plan to make me a sissy and must know not only of my Granny Mistress, but also of Miss Johnstone! I had been subjected to a subtle plan of seduction set into play by these three dominant women! And my Mother was going to molest me and keep me dressed as a sissy slut! She was a lesbian and wanted me as her lesbian subservient daughter to satisfy her lust and desire! Miss Johnstone was dressed as she was on the previous occasion, only her blouse was lilac. She wasted no time in dressing me up as Rita and asked me whether I had practiced with the Maryjanes and worn my sissy panties. I answered truthfully that I had practiced every night and that I had worn the panties except for one occasion where I had gone to the local swimming pool.

She laughed. "Ah, well - I'll make allowances for a sweet lesbo sissy girl in love. For you are in love with me, are you not?"Normally Grandma, on weekdays, would dress me up in very tight, frilly underwear and a schoolgirl outfit and we would spend some hours doing homeschooling. The female anatomy, history of women's fashion, make-up and manicure, hairdressing, lesbian pulp fiction; such subjects were our focus and I strived to do my best.

I was thus very excited and dripping sissy juice when we were finished, and this naturally gave rise to a severe spanking, with a hairbrush, or a leather paddle, from my Mistress. After having thanked her for my punishment, we would then dress for the day. My room had, like me, been feminized, and all my male clothes hidden. Pink and red were the dominating colors now and stuffed toys and dolls has replaced the previous Star Wars collection. During warm up and all the way through the Pilates exercises, Grandma would remind me of how to behave correctly by using a riding crop. Sometime gently teasing me, sometimes slapping my bared nipples or bottom, sometimes rubbing my imprisoned sissy clit. She would carefully instruct me in the rules that she had laid down for me. She would stand behind me, teasing my imprisoned nipples and constrained clittie whilst lewdly kissing my ears and reinforcing her regulations for sissy lesbian Rita. She wasted no time, and managed, just a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday, to arrange extra tuition for me, telling my mother that I had great potential but that I needed to be taken specially care off. My trusting mother readily agreed, and I found myself, one chilly winter afternoon, walking to Miss Johnstone's house for a Saturday afternoon of extra tuition. Not knowing what the formidable woman had in store for me, I was eager to spend time with the object of my secret desire. She kept me at it for almost an hour, by the end of which I was much more comfortable with my high heels, but also has very sore feet. Thus, as my body became progressively more aroused, the mature woman teacher increased the intensity of her seduction. She suddenly kissed me, right on my inexperienced mouth, and her exploring tongue took possession of my lips and oral cavity as her clever hands explored my shuddering body, teasing my nipples and murmuring seditious words into my impressionable young mind.

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Oh, Mommy... I ... I missed... I... I loved you so...", I managed, haltingly, almost incoherently and totally overcome. Then Grandma joined us, and we stood, a close family cluster, and hugged whilst my tears gradually decreased. Oh, Rita! You're such a naughty girl! You little sissy clit is leaking into the nice panties! You'll have to spanked for that! Come here!" She stood behind me and teased my hardening nipples with her fingers, pinching and pulling through the tight top. There's actually a reason that high heels makes a sissy girl attractive! The visually lengthen the leg and force the calf muscle to pop out. The higher the heel, the more your bottom and tits are pushed out, giving you a stunning silhouette! I'll gradually increase the height of your heels, but for now: Practice!" I did not know when mother was to return, so I was totally unprepared when she arrived, late on a Saturday evening.

You are welcome, sweetie. Now come here and let me comfort you a bit before we finish your dressing and feminization" And I missed you, beloved Mommy", said my sexy Mother as she at last turned at looked directly at me. It will become much more natural to you with practice, and I'll keep you in line and working diligently on your walking with this."This ritual invariably made my sissy clit very, very stiff and leaking and it took my utmost not to touch it and get some release. Practice your walking always, my sweet sissy. Take care to be sexy when you walk. Every woman should notice you and be excited." She gently pulled the flimsy, lacy panties up my legs and patted them is place. They were small and very tight, hugging my hips and nicely outlining my slightly fleshy bottom. My small plums and stiffie were confined in a silky prison and Miss Johnstone's fingers teased and tapped what she consequently called my sissy clit, so a small wet spot appeared at the very tip. Oh... does Granny's little darling sissy want to cum... Hmmm? Does sweet Rita want a nice sissy cummie...?" Look at me, little Rita. Look at Mommy! Yes - what a sweet sissy slut you have become. Oh, sweetie! Mommy's panties have been all wet and juicy from thinking about this all the long way home! This is my dream fulfilled! Oh, Rita! I love you so and will take such good care of you, together with the nice Miss Johnstone and your wonderful Grandma! Come, darling, kiss Mommy like a true sissy lesbo slut!"

There, there little darling. You took you spanking very well. Now thank me for delivering your deserved punishment by kneeling and kissing my hand and thanking me verbally." Then we would practice my girly persona out at a few malls, and Granma would take great care in her instructions: After having calmed down a bit, I then posed for Mommy and Granma, still with my hands cuffed, but with my make-up repaired a bit. I showed off my spanked bottom, my stiff nipples, my feminine walk, whilst especially Mommy touched and teased my body and praised me for being a good obedient and sexily feminized sissy daughter. Oh... the sweet sissy is all excited! Her little sissy clit is stiff and wet... Mmmm .. such a juicy little tidbit!"I spent an additional excruciating half hour walking in front of Mistress Johnstone as she corrected my posture and steps by diligent use of the riding crop on my tortured posterior or on my upper thighs. I was crying silently by the end of it, and my feet were hurting terribly, but I was starting to get the hang of moving comfortably as a sissy girl in my schoolgirl clothes and high heels. She intensified her kisses and caresses and kept whispering how lovely I would look as a girl and how much she would like to make sweet love to me as Rita, a lesbian slutty High School girl. I was defenseless and docile let her take me to her bedroom, where a lovely schoolgirl outfit had already, conveniently, been laid out on the large double bed. She sat on the bed and I stood in front her as she rapidly undressed me, and once in a while kissed my naked flesh or willing mouth. I was not allowed to touch my sissy clit or nipples in any pleasurable manner. "You are MY sissy girl, Rita. And you must not pleasure yourself! That is my special duty and privilege. Do you understand?" My clittie was restricted in very tight panties, and additionally secured with a small leather ring around the root, causing my little organ to be almost always partly erect. I was spanked every night, just before falling asleep, just to remind me who was in charge, and because it pleased my Mistress Granny. She was convinced it would help my sissy dreams and true enough: All my dreams were now of being subjected to severe discipline from both her as well as from Miss Johnstone and a number of other faceless, mature women.