New! Mi Maestro’s Intern

Priscilla Bouffant 

Carlito, a recent college grad, naive as to worldly ways, is lured into a web of seduction by his paragon in financial enterprise into being the feminine girlfriend of his Alpha Male boss. 

Chapter I: The Pampering

    I was certainly perplexed, as I sat in the top salon and spa in Atlanta, while Madame Hannah put the finishing touches upon my makeover. The very perceptive, top cosmetologist within the metropolitan region, paused as she noted my puzzlement. 

    “Is something troubling you, Carlita?” Ms. Hannah asked, expressing just a smidge of mild annoyance. 

    “Not especially Madame. Though, as you are inquiring, I imagined that Señor Vega would prefer a more girlish look for me?” I asked, quizzically. 

    The haircut and styling I’d been given was truly not what I’d expected. I had imagined myself in a “Graduated” or “Stacked” Bob. Instead my hair had been “Done” in longish Pixie Styling, with a deep undercut in the back and a longish full head of hair on top. The full head of hair on top was swept forward and across my forehead, to the right, with capacious bangs and plenty of “Lightly Teased” volume on the top and sides.

    My lips were indeed full, plump and painted with a Coral Pink gloss. I’d recently begun lip “Plumping” and had just experienced my 3rd treatment when I received my Pixie Cut.  I also wore a set of large Gypsy hoops at the lobe of each pierced ear. 

    My brows, however were not thinned and waxed. They were full, though shaped, penciled and dark, just as my dyed, Dark Brunette hair was. I’d also had a lighter tinted splash of Auburn recently added. 

    And though my “Almond” eyes had been enhanced with cosmetics, I still felt as if I appeared, facially, as more boyishly effeminate, than girlishly feminine. 

    My shiny, pale blue, Sateen blouse with the high collar and the exaggerated “Pussy” bow did little to enhance my tiny, pubescent, hormonally induced, “Baby-Girls.” Even wearing shiny, black, satiny Palazzo slacks and “Kitten” high heels exaggerated my “Femme-Boi” look more than anything too very girlish.

     “Renaldo sends all his Femme-Bois to me. I don’t believe he would fault me for informing you that he considers you a ‘Keeper’ of sorts, and very, very special. He pays me very well for my efforts. His gratuities are always quite substantial. In keeping with his exacting standards I can inform you assuredly he prefers his Proteges to resemble effeminate Femme-Bois prior to them ever passing as fashionable Girly-Girls,” Madame Hannah explained. 

    “Maestro Renaldo insists that your effeminacy be highlighted as opposed to your soon to be flowering girlishness, at this stage of your transformation,” Ms. Hannah insisted. 

    "Yes ma’am. I’ve been told that by Ms. Elspeth, El Señor’s social secretary,” I agreed nervously. 

    I was doing very little to conceal my overtly effeminate appearance, if the truth be told. Just prior to Ms. Hannah using a fluffy barber’s shaving brush to dust me off and powder the back of my neck, I stared into the large vanity styling station mirror in front of me. 

     I had very casually placed my right hand at shoulder level with my longish fingers spread. My wrist was “Fairy-Like” in it’s “Limpness, with my shiny, pearl-white nail extenders exhibiting my recent manicure.                                     

    Until only recently I’d never, ever considered myself as being either Bisexual or Homosexual. I certainly had reasons for “Daddy Issues" and being a “Mummy’s Boy" though. My father had left my mother, older sister and myself prior to me even turning two years of age.     

    During High School as well as College I dated girls regularly. It wasn’t until I’d become an Intern at Vega financial under the Patronage of the Maestro himself, Señor Renaldo Vega, that I recalled certain confusing feelings I’d on occasion experienced during particular double dates.             

    

     (Just Above is One of my Fave Photos of me, taken at Salon Bouffant, prior to my first interview at Vega Financial. Ms. Priscilla Bouffant my stylist and the salon owner is standing in the background)

    One of the young ladies I’d taken out when at Columbia Business College had a very close Best Friend that enjoyed dating men from the various athletic teams. I wasn’t puny, but hardly an Adonis. My full adult height was just less than Five Feet and Ten Inches tall, though as a “Runner” for exercise and fitness, I did weigh a very svelte 145 pounds or so.

    When ever one of those athletes would compliment me on the fitness of my frame, and refer to me as being “Trim,” I’d tend to feel “Giddily” flattered. I didn’t understand it then, but once Señor Renaldo Vega began to pay me accolades, especially on my looks and appearance, I’d find it very difficult to hide my delight and enthusiasm. 

    Renaldo Vega had been my business idol since my Freshman year at Columbia. I was ecstatic when my application to intern with him in Atlanta was accepted. That Vega Financial & Real Estate would subsidize my relocation was terrific. 

    After my first week of employment,  Señor Vega spoke to his Executive Assistant Melanie, concerning the arrangements for me to attend shopping trips with her in order for me to benefit from my Wardrobe and Grooming allowance. 

    “In fact Melanie, as Carlitos is now my personal and private intern, why don’t I join the two of you?’ El Señor requested. 

    Beginning with that shopping trip and then, later, on a trip to Ms. Hannah’s salon and spa, Renaldo Vega embarked upon a systematic stratagem to assert his resolve upon my everyday lifestyle. Almost immediately he focused upon my “Trim Figure” at the boutique and saw to it that my “Outfits” were to be, form-fitting, chic, elegant, fashionable and very stylish. 

    While at Ms. Hannah’s salon, Señor Vega insisted that my hair, skin  and nails be done in a fashion that would appear sophisticated, striking and sassy. I do know that I felt very, very attractive when I left the salon dressed and coiffed impeccably, with my tresses perfectly lustrous, and on Señor Vega’s arm.

     From that day forward I accompanied Renaldo Vega wherever he went, whether it was around the office, to staff meetings, lunch, “working weekends” at his estate, and even out-of-town business trips. It was during a corporate venture to Miami, that he informed me that Melanie, his current Personal Executive Assistant was being promoted to an Executive Associate Account Manager position.

    “I’ve already decided that you will be replacing her, was my Personal Executive Assistant, Carlitos. I desire to keep you very close to me, by my side, and in my innermost circle of trust,” Renaldo smiled as he touched the side of my face and peered deeply into my dark, “Almond” eyes.

    “I’m truly honored, Mi Maestro. I really don’t know how I could possibly thank you or repay you for your generosity and kindness. Besides this promotion, you pay the mortgage on the lovely, upscale downtown Condo you’ve provided for me,” I blushed. 

    “My entire wardrobe has been provided by you. Even my wonderful pamperings at the salon and spa go on your corporate credit card. I really believe I should do more for you, Señor,” I gushed. 

    “Hmm. Possibly you can and you will, darling Carlitos. Maybe I can think of a way for you to recompense me. Possibly even this evening?” Renaldo added, cupping my chin and then touching both sides of my face gently. 

    After a room service dinner, Señor Renaldo opened a bottle of Courvoisier and lit a carefully rolled joint of Sinsemilla Marijuana, which had been dipped in a tincture of Opium and then allowed to dry. Normally even when El Señor and his Executive Assistant Ms. Melanie smoked the marijuana, or even Señor Renaldo along with his Live-in Social Secretary Ms. Elspeth imbibed, I would pass on smoking.

    However, this evening seemed so very special. I was about to be promoted, even though it was to be to a traditionally female position. The atmosphere seemed so especially relaxed. Señor was wearing his black satin pajamas. I was wearing a pair of Sateen Pajamas in a Mauve shade that Señor and Ms. Elspeth had picked out for me. We’d both just showered and the Cognac tasted so rich and full. 

    As Señor and I sipped the refreshment he held up his glass, saying, “A toast to your promotion Carlitos. A toast to our new union and relationship, that is about to evolve. To us together along with Vega Financial and Realty.” 

    I took a sip of the Cognac and then a nice long “Pull” on the joint as he offered it to me. Then I held in the smoke as long as I could. As I coughed it out I took yet another sip, this one larger, of the Cognac,  before repeating the process once again with both the marijuana and the beverage. 

    I was certainly very high. My eyes were glazed over. Everything seemed brighter and bolder, especially colors. Then Renaldo Vega slid over on the couch, put his arm around me, and offered me a drink from his snifter. 

    “Please drink from my glass, my so very lovely Carlita. Then we should kiss, to begin to seal our very romantic relationship. Sip, my gorgeous lover and enjoy it, enjoy me as well,” Renaldo said as I helplessly took a drink, and then succumbed to his advances as he kissed me upon my waiting lips, and held me to his body with his very strong arms. 

    My head was spinning. My passion was beyond my ability to control it at all. For the very first time, Renaldo had called me by the very pretty, and exceptionally feminine name of Carlita. He’d referred to me as his lover and was treating me as such in a very romantic way. I so very desperately desired to tell myself that I was not Gay or Bisexual and that I should stop what I was doing. However, it was beyond obvious, that I was enjoying the passionate moment, to the very fullest, that could be humanly possible. 

    By then, Renaldo had pulled down my satin pajama bottoms enough to have taken hold of my hard penis. He used the dripping pre-ejaculate as a lube to carefully stroke my swollen member. 

    “Touch me, my pretty little, Fairy-like, lover. Touch my cock. Feel it,” Renaldo whispered to me throatily. 

    “Yes Señor,” I said.

    “No, no no, my Precious Princess. I am not your señor. Not now. When we are alone and intimate such as this, I am Renaldo or Renaldo Darling. You may however also refer to me as Master or Master Renaldo, if you feel so submissively inclined,” he added.

    “Yes, of course, Renaldo darling. And yes, you are my wonderful Master also,” I whispered sensuously as my slender fingers encircled his stiff, fattened cock. 

    I had yet to even consider his sex organ in my mouth, let alone my rectum. Though I’d not felt at all unsettled by his frequent references to me in the very feminine, such as Princess, Carlita, Fairy-like, or Pretty.  As I moved my fingers up and down the shaft of Renaldo’s penis I used the Pre-Cum as lube. 

    “I have a very nice plan as to masturbating your penis with my fingers inside your rectum. You’ll really enjoy it darling. For now however, why not take my cock in your mouth and give me a nice blow job?” Renaldo asked.

    “I’ve never done that Master Renaldo,” I gasped.

    “Yes but you’ve been given a blow job haven’t you? Of course you have. Just do to me what you enjoy being done to you. Now kneel on the soft carpeting and lick and kiss my balls, then do the same to the tip of my cock. Then suckle my balls with your mouth. After that take my penis between your lips. I’ll direct you,” Renaldo said as I knelt.

    “Oh. Good. Very nicely done my delightful Sissy-Boi. Very nicely done, indeed. Such nice sweet kisses. Oh yes, you suckled my testes perfectly darling. Yes. That’s perfect. Lick up and down my shaft and then take me in your mouth. I have the feeling you are going to become just the best little cocksucker I have ever known,” Renaldo gasped as I began to pump my head up and down upon his stiff, wet cock.

    It would not be until later when his fingers entered my rectum that I even thought of him Butt-Fucking me. As I continued to suck his  penis, I looked up into his eyes so adoringly. I was really, truly enjoying giving him pleasure. I was certain my Almond eyes were “Doe-Like” as I stared into his. When he wrapped the fingers of both hands into my recently shampooed hair, I knew he was very close. 

    “That’s it honey. You’ve got me good now, my sweet-lipped Pansy. Swallow my love,” Renaldo said as his Love Organ jerked spasmodically and spurted jets of semen into my mouth. The salty taste was much more prominent than the taste of his pre-cum. I failed to swallow very little, and as he pulled me up to cuddle with him, he took a tissue and wiped at the corners of my mouth. 

    “That was wonderful, my Prissy, Boi-Lover. Now I must pamper you to a climax. Come to my hotel bedroom and kneel on the comforter,” Renaldo stated as he pulled me along. 

    As I knelt, on the comforter, on all-fours, he pulled my pajama bottoms completely off. He knelt at the side of the bed. He took two lubricated fingers and began to massage the inner walls of my anus. With his lubricated left hand he encircled my still-hardened Dick. I began to sigh and my breathing picked up. 

    I knew I would not last very much longer without ejaculating. He then said, “Tell me how this feels, Sissy Carlita.”

    “Oh it’s just very amazing, Renaldo my lover. Oh, when you touch my prostate I get the most wonderful chills,” I admitted.

    “Just imagine how it would feel, if indeed you were on your back, with your gorgeously shaped legs wrapped around my torso and I was fucking your ass with my hard penis,” Renaldo said.

    “That will come later of course. Another time. Once we have your rectum stretched and properly conditioned. I’ll have Ms. Elspeth, my social secretary, show you how to cleanse yourself and begin wearing anal plugs on a daily basis,” Renaldo added, mysteriously.

    Simply imagining being fucked on my back, just as any true female would be screwed, gave me an exciting burst of sensuousness. So much so that I began to buck back and forth as Renaldo Finger-Fucked my asshole. As I pushed and pulled against his two fingers and pumped against Renaldo’s hand with my penis, I began to screech and gasp. 

    “Oh my wonderful loving Master, I’m ejaculating! Please don’t stop, Renaldo darling,” I gushed as my ejaculate spilled all over the comforter. 

    We later fell off to sleep. The following day as Renaldo gave our presentation to the Miami clients I felt unusually at peace and very sated. 

    In the days that followed, back at our Atlanta office, the attire that both Renaldo and Ms. Melanie suggested I wear became increasingly, Garishly Effeminate. The quite large Pussy-Bows at my neck, left nothing to anyone’s imagination as to me possibly “Coming Out.” 

    The affection I showed towards Renaldo hid nothing as to what may have happened in our suite of rooms in Miami. The fact that I was now Renaldo Vega’s “Personal, Private, Executive Assistant gave credence to the rumor that I had “Slept my way,” into that position. 

    But I didn’t care. I not only had my “Idol's” support and attention, I now also had his affection. That weekend at Renaldo’s estate, Ms. Elspeth gave me my very first enema and douching. After cleansing my anus Ms. Elspeth had me shower after coating me with depilatory from the neck down. 

    Then she had me take a scented bubble bath in a tub filled with hot water, bath salts and bath oils. Once I’d bathed, plus shampooed and conditioned my hair, she had me towel off and apply moisturizer and powder to my entire body. 

    It was then, she presented me with the kit of Vaginal dilators or “Butt” plugs. She explained that I’d increase the size of the plug every week or so, adding, “Not only will these prepare you to be taken anally by a man’s penis or a woman with a Dildo, these will also aid you in walking very sexily with a provocative wiggle to your soon to be shapely ass.” 

    Ms. Elspeth had me kneel upon the bed in my boudoir on all-fours. Then she lubed my rectum liberally and did the same with the smallest of the plugs. She slowly inserted the plug with an “In-and-Out,” circular motion.

    “There. I’ve met, assisted and spoken intimately with a few other Femme-Bois that Señor Vega has mentored. They all have told me that he is very gentle and caring when he ‘Takes’ his Sissy-Bois  sexually. And please, don’t be jealous at the mention of other lovers, Carlita,” Ms. Elspeth paused.

    “El Señor confides in me frequently.  And, on more than one occasion he has described you as a true ‘Keeper’ and Very Special. He has plans to both cultivate you as well as grow the relationship. He thinks very highly of you, dear,” Ms. Elspeth divulged to me. 

    I sat at the vanity in the room of the Vega mansion, which had been designated as my “Boudoir” whenever I stayed overnight at Señor Renaldo’s behest. 

    “I’ll be doing your hair up, in either a Fancy Updo or a Ballet Bun. You may wear the Kimono you have on with some heels if you like. As long as you’ll not be going out in public I can put a little more makeup on you than you would wear at the office. In public, the Señor prefers his Sissies to appear as effeminate Femme-Bois more so than Girls, when they are early in their stages of transformation,” Ms. Elspeth informed me. 

    I’d been wearing a soft-white waxy lipgloss at the office, with my nails slightly elongated with extensions and painted with a clear glossy polish. I used a touch of eyebrow pencil and some smoky shadow to enhance my eyes. Only recently, on a trip to Ms. Cecile’s boutique, did my Master, Señor Renaldo ask Ms. Cecile what could be done to more clearly define my waistline. 

    “I have some some lovely, Corselets in stock that can be pre-laced and then fastened with the Front-Clasps. As Carlita’s waist circumference narrows, a monthly re-lacing is usually all that is required,” Cecile remarked. 

    So from then on, very regularly, I have worn a truly snug corselet that trimmed my waistline quite dramatically. Accessories such as Corselets, Rectal Plugs and dangling earrings that tickle a Sissy’s neck, are constant reminders to look and act effeminately, as well as clearly realize that I am undergoing an intensive transformative process. 

    As Ms. Elspeth carefully applied my makeup she said, “It is best to allow Ms. Cecile at the boutique, Hannah at the salon, Melanie at the office and myself, to assist you in possibly enhancing the pace of your transformation. We’ll drop little hints to Maestro Renaldo and possibly accelerate your Feminization along.”

    “For you to remain silent as to the tempo of your emasculation is the proper path on your part. I just might be able to come up with something that could assist El Señor to see just what he is missing,” Ms. Elspeth added mysteriously.

    As Ms. Elspeth propelled me into Renaldo’s parlor, I felt like a Sissy Protege. I’d stood in front of a full-length mirror in my boudoir, and peered at myself, just prior to Ms. Elspeth saying, “Come along my dear. Your Master awaits you. You are truly lovely.”

    What I observed in that mirror was startling. My tresses were in an upswept, sleek, shiny, tallish Ballet Bun. The shine came from the Lavender scented Coconut Oil that Ms. Elspeth had saturated my locks with prior to her combing and brushing my hair into the tall elevated bun I now displayed. Large, Golden, Gypsy Hoop earrings adorned my pierced ears. 

    On my feet I wore three-inch, red, Sandal style, High Heeled pumps,  with ankle straps. I was sexually attired in a Lilac, Maria Chenille,  Lingerie Romper with intricate lace paneling, and a sweetheart neckline, along with a keyhole tie in the back. 

    My perfectly applied, light, taupe foundation was set off with just a hint of pink blush. My eyes had been enhanced with Burnt Sienna shadow and Kohl mascara. It was my lips that were so inviting and striking, painted with a double coat of Plum Lip liner and a bold, Indigo lipstick. 

    With a butt plug carefully implanted in my rectum my hips swayed and wiggled as I entered the room and smiled shyly at Master Renaldo. The way he looked at me made me blush thru my foundation. Renaldo motioned for me to circle the room.

    “I want to see my new Femme-Boi mince with his ass swaying. Lovely. I can tell that my delicate, Fairy, Bitch-Boi is wearing a butt plug, Ms. Elspeth,” Renaldo stated. 

    “This parlor is a large enough area for you to model for us Carlita. Circle this area around us, darling. In the spirit of being upon the runway or catwalk, place one hand on your hip like this, please? And hold your left hand limply, such as this, as you sway your hips,” Ms. Elspeth instructed me.

    I circled the room prissily, my right hand held upon my hip, my left elbow tucked into my side. The fingers of my left hand were spread, and my left hand and wrist were flounced in an effeminate manner. I took tiny, nearly babyish, prissy steps, my heels softly clicking on the carpet. Between the very narrow three-inch heels, and the plug in my rectum, my ass wiggled and bounced with my dainty gait.

    The soft touch of my Gypsy Hoops, tickling my upper neck was femininely enticing to me. Then Ms. Elspeth said, “Enjoy the fashion show Maestro Vega. I’ll leave you two lovers to have your fun. Saturday Brunch will begin at ten.”

    As Ms. Elspeth exited the room, she set my clutch purse down upon a lamp table nearest the sofa. It contained my cosmetics for any touch-ups. My makeup skills had been improving. Ms. Elspeth had already cautioned me that soon enough I would need to carry a larger purse in order to have room for Tampons and Lubricant. 

    “Come and sit upon my lap, my lovely Carlita. Allow me to hold you in my arms,” said my Master.

    I sashayed towards Renaldo. I turned as I reached the sofa and lowered myself onto his lap. He was at least 4 inches taller than me.  and probably a very masculine, well muscled 190 pounds. As I slithered into his lap and snuggled against his chest I turned slightly towards him. I felt so very diminutive within his manly embrace.

    Once he wrapped his strong arms around me, I turned to face him, very bashfully. I then extended my arms and wrapped those around his neck, sighing. I puckered my lips, asking, “May I kiss you?” 

    “Of course. Your lips are beautifully plump, especially when they are painted so wonderfully,” Renaldo told me.

    “Well thank you so very much, my kind sir,” I teased as our lips met in a warm wondrous kiss.

    Our tongues intertwined. I felt so very special. When we separated after a long sexy French kiss, I told Renaldo boldly,” I’d love to suck your cock right now. And I can’t wait until my rectum is ready to do other things with you, my love.” 

    ‘Yes. Of course. You may use your mouth on my cock whenever you wish,” Renaldo said to me, as I slipped off of his lap and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. My hands then went to the waistband of the exercise pants he was wearing. 

    I took his pants completely off. As I cupped his balls with my freshly manicured fingers, I took his cock lovingly into my mouth. I looked up into his eyes with the adoration of a slave-boy to his Master. Then I began to suck his dick with the fervency of a worshipful lover. 

    As I swallowed his penis it occurred to me that it did not matter to me, whether he presented me to the outside world as his exotic, womanly, Latina, Principessa, or his limp-wristed, flamboyant, sissified, Pansy-Boi. 

    If indeed he preferred me as his Femme-Boi, than that was Renaldo’s decision to make me... as my Master. I was his to control, dominate and subjugate. It was up to me to serve him as slavishly as I possibly could manage.

    And if I ever wore a wedding gown as his Boi-Bride then I would wear that gown happily and graciously, and embrace my duties as his Boi-Wife. As Renaldo spurted his ejaculate into my mouth, I gobbled his sperm greedily and lustfully. And I gladly and patiently awaited the day when this wonderful cock of his would invade my rectum.

    I dearly wished I would always belong to him. 

Chapter II:  To Serve in Blissful Subservience 

    Upon the day that I made the above referenced visit to Ms. Hannah’s Salon and Spa, described at the start of Chapter One, I’d undergone some interesting changes. I now finally possessed a set of growing “Bumps” upon my chest that Renaldo enjoyed playing with. 

    Ms. Elspeth who was giving me the twice monthly injections, and had secured from her GYN, the Estrogen Tablets I took daily, referred to my new “Bumps” as my “Baby-Girls.” It was more than exciting when Renaldo both fondled and sucked on my plump nipples. 

    I’d left for the salon that Friday morning from work with Ms. Melanie. After my hair was “Done,” my nails were polished and my face was painted, I became very surprised when I reached the lobby and Master Renaldo was awaiting me. I stopped in my tracks, so surprised. 

    He looked so very composed and handsome. He was dressed in business casual, unlike what he’d worn to the office that morning. I now spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings at the opulent Vega  estate in Roswell. The other four evenings I stayed at my luxury condo in the Midtown District of Atlanta. 

    That morning, on the drive to the Salon, Ms. Melanie had informed me, “I spoke with Ms. Elspeth. I’m thrilled to tell you that you are now physically ready to entertain Señor Vega sexually in any manner you might choose.”

    That thought entered my mind as I entered the salon lobby and saw Renaldo there. Something else occurred besides me being surprised. Something that had been happening for the past few weeks. As Renaldo peered at me, it was as if he was looking through me as well as deep within me.

    I could almost sense that he knew all of my thoughts, my feelings, my desires and my very innermost secrets. As I looked back at him I became light-headed as well as nearly tongue-tied and my tummy fluttered, childishly. I somehow composed myself and said, “Oh, Señor Vega. Such a very pleasant surprise. I thought that Ms. Melanie was coming for me?”

    “Well no Carlita. We aren’t returning to the office, your condo, or my estate. Your things are all packed and we are ready to be on our way to a long weekend at a Private Resort located on Jekyll Island. I thought we’d surprise you.”

    Ms. Hannah who was directly behind me said, “Well Señor Renaldo. What do you think of the makeover we just gave to your very Pretty Boi?”  

    “Carlita looks absolutely glamorous, Hannah. Truly fabulous. Come along, Carlita,” Renaldo said as he assisted me into my black velvet,  sequined, Bolero jacket, with white pearl buttons and a vampire styled  collar. Then he took my arm and led me to his vehicle, with me daintily holding my white, leather clutch bag, tightly to my bosom.

     In the anticipation of pleasing Renaldo with anal sex, I’d been given a larger clutch by Ms. Melanie. The new clutch bag, would not only hold my makeup for “touch-ups,” but the additional lube and tampons for any rectal-sex festivities.

    Then Renaldo added, as he opened the front passenger door for me, “You are such a very beautiful boy, my Carlita. So stunning. I cannot wait to show you off to the other members of my private club when we arrive at Jekyll.” 

    As we began the nearly five hour drive, I turned to Renaldo, and set my hand on his thigh, saying, “I have a surprise for you, my wonderful, handsome Master. Your Femme-Boi will be able to entertain you with his Boi-Pussy this weekend.”

    “Well, that is exceptionally fantastic news, my sexy, darling, Fairy-Boi. That will make this weekend even more special than I’d already planned it to be. We can do some really hot fucking in our cottage. Keep your Sissy Pussy nice and warm for Daddy,” Renaldo said.

    “Oh yes Master Daddy. You Femme-Boi wants your penis is his asshole so very, very badly. Please Master Daddy, Fuck your Sissy-Boi until he screeches and your large cock brings tears to his eyes,” I practically begged, I was so excited. 

    “Oh yes, I can do that and more to you, my Pretty Pansy,” Renaldo agreed.

    About an hour into the drive Renaldo began to tell me a bit more about himself and began, “We’ve both been staying so busy at work and having such a fantastic time getting to know one another, that I feel truly remiss about not revealing to you, more about my relationship with my family.”

    “Renaldo darling, I haven’t mentioned anything about my mother and sister either,” I agreed. 

    “My grandmother who helped raise me, lives in Spain on the Costa Del Sol, full-time. That is where I was raised until my mother and I moved to the Atlanta region. Mother visits with grandmother from late March until early September. Then she returns to the estate in Roswell from Early September to late March,” Renaldo explained. 

    “She has a suite on the south end of the first floor of the mansion.  It’s complete with kitchen and dining area, along with beds and baths for guests. You seem open-minded enough for me to tell you that she resides there with her Feminized, Male, Sissy Maid, Hildegarde, whom she usually refers to as Hilda, or Hildi,” Renaldo informed me.

    “Oh my. That’s so very interesting. Does Hildi appear as a female full time?” I asked.

    “Yes she does,” Renaldo added. 

    “How wonderful for her,” I said.

    “You see, Carlita, my mother and grandmother are both members of a Militant Feminist and Female Supremacist Society named the Cassandra Sisterhood. They are both very well connected politically in   Malaga where they reside in Spain, as well as in Atlanta. In fact they are both at a higher level in the Sisterhood, referred to as the Cassandra Coterie.” Renaldo explained.

    “That is why, when my father became abusive it was quite easy for them to have him arrested and jailed. Plus when mother and I moved to Georgia, it was a very smooth relocation, and her getting established in business there, went perfectly. You’ll be meeting both mother and grandmother, this September when they fly to Atlanta,” Renaldo informed me. 

    “And that is what my membership in this private resort is about. I became so very impressed with how much the Sisterhood aided us when I was younger, that when I became wealthy, I decided to make substantial regular donations to them. Thru mother and grandmother I was gifted with an Associate Membership,” Renaldo added.

    “There are other males, that in one way or another, thru family contacts, who have attained the same status. Sort of like Warlocks in a Wiccan Coven,” Renaldo laughed, as my body felt eerie chills. 

    “One thing you will find at the resort is that Females-in-Charge are quite prevalent. Members of both the Sisterhood as well as the Coterie strongly adhere to the belief that when the males in their relationships are seriously errant in some way, that the Female should be the leader in the pairing, and the male should be subjugated,” Renaldo explained. 

    “That will generally lead to the male being made subservient thru Feminization and Emasculation,” Renaldo added. 

    “I see nothing wrong with that. Not that I’ve been errant in our relationship. However I am the submissive Beta, and I am effeminate and sissified as well. And you are the strong, Domme Alpha,” I offered.

    “You’ll also see that all of the servants here at the Resort are feminized males. Nearly every Hairdresser, Masseuse and waitress are Emasculated Sissies,” Renaldo continued.

    “That’s almost cute as well as ironic. After all, a number of waiters, stylists and massage therapists in Atlanta are Homosexual, Sissy Queens. Sometimes I think that a few of them should be wearing dresses, makeup, and high heels,” I teased. 

    “This resort is where my mother met and hired her Sissy Maid, Hildegarde. Hildi was working as a maid. Mother rented her for an evening, for her to prepare and serve a dinner for mother and a woman, whom mother had met and was having a brief ‘Fling’ with,  while vacationing,” Renaldo stated.

    “When Mother’s female lover left in the morning, after breakfast, Hildi fell to her knees in the living room, and swore her undying fidelity and obedience to my mother, if only mother would hire her as a live-in maid. Hildi was under contract to the Sisterhood, but as mother was a Coterie Member, arrangements were made to transfer ownership to her,” Renaldo explained.

    “Ownership? Really?” I asked.

    “That is the only method of fealty that the Sisterhood or Coterie believes in or tolerates,” Renaldo noted. 

    “Honestly, I believe that it sounds as if your Mother and Hildi have the perfect relationship. A Sub and a Domme. What could be better? In fact, as you well know, I’m your Beta-Boi, bitch. And you are my Maestro. And our bond works quite well,” I said.

    “Well both grandmother, Francesca, and my mother, Marisol, will certainly enjoy your very bold, open-mindedness. They are both looking forward to meeting you in September. I’ve told them much about you,” Renaldo admitted.

    “Oh my. Your Mommy and Grandma know of our romance?” I asked.

    “Well yes, they know we are a couple and that I am very fond of you. They know of my very particular tastes in Boi-Lovers and they have always been very supportive of me,” Renaldo stated.

    “I’m embarrassed that I have not told either my mother or sister about us. All they really know is that I work for you. That takes care of that. After we return to Atlanta I’ll be calling them and ‘Coming Out’ as people say. They most likely won’t be surprised. I was always a Mummy’s boy,” I admitted. 

    “My mother, Sierra, and my sister Feliza, both frequently had me serve as their clothes model when they altered gowns or dresses for dressy, social affairs. Then they would tease me about wearing makeup, jewelry and heels, and doing my hair in order to get a realistic look for them,” I giggled. 

    We were going to arrive at the Coterie Resort during dinner. So Renaldo asked, “Would you want to rush to freshen up prior to dining at the Club? That would be as opposed to stopping at a restaurant on the way, or getting room service at our cottage? Then I can show you off at Brunch, the next day.”

    “Hmm? I think it would be sexy to get room service. Then we could take our time eating and enjoy fucking and sucking at our leisure. And I dearly love when you speak of showing me off. And please do choose my outfits, and instruct me on how you want me to do my hair and makeup to please you, Master,” I added subserviently. 

    I was impressed when we reached the gate and Renaldo handed his Club, ID card, to the female security officer.

    “Ah yes. Mr. Vega. You have been upgraded to the Castillo Especial, ascribable to your points standing. Once you are through the gate, take the next left on Winthrop Glen Way. Number 7 is three units down, on your right” the young lady said.

    “And I am to relate to you, Señor, that the Sisterhood appreciates your enormous support sir. And Mr. Vega, room service is open for you and your Darling Pansy-Boi, on a 24/7 basis,” the young lady said.

    “I was going to recommend our salon, but your Pretty Boi-Toy appears to have just stepped out of a beauty parlor,” the Security Lady suggested. 

    I didn’t have time to really look over the “Castillo,” bathe, get into something comfortable, or unpack anything. I simply wanted to eat and fuck. Other than remove my cute Bolero, kick off my “Kitten” heels and remove my lacy anklets, I was just sitting down when an adorable Sissy Maid brought our light, evening fare. 

    As Renaldo and I sipped our white wine and nibbled on our crisp Fish Tacos, I became nearly mesmerized as Renaldo described his mother, Marisol Vega, setting up the real estate business which he eventually evolved into an International Financial and Realty Conglomerate. 

    Of course it was an interesting story. However it should not have had the spellbinding, hypnotic affect upon me that it really did. Just prior to me practically drifting off, wholly entranced, I heard Renaldo whisper, “Darling, why don’t you retire to the very 1st bedroom on the left, down that hall? I want you to completely undress and remove your butt plug. I’ll place the dinner cart outside the front door.”

     “Then lay upon your back and await me. Take your brand new clutch bag with you. I’ll be with your very shortly,” Renaldo said, in such a calmly compelling and fascinating voice.

    “Of course darling. This will be such a magical evening for both of us. To me, this is the dream of a lifetime about to come true,” I said, my penis dripping into my panties. 

    By the time Renaldo entered the boudoir, I was naked and on my back. The lights were dim and I had lit a honeysuckle, scented candle. My penis was becoming hard just thinking of Renaldo’s cock fucking me in my ass. As of then, at 22 years of age, the mid-range, estradiol dosages I was taking had yet to fully effect my ability to maintain any sort of erection. 

    Renaldo, now also naked, laid down beside me, and embraced me as I turned to him. After an eager French kiss he tweaked and then sucked my nipples, as I fondled his cock. I so very badly wanted that cock deep, deep inside of me. But first, Renaldo desired it to be in between my painted lips.

    “Suck me off and get be nice and sloppy wet. As you lick and suck me, close your eyes and realize just how much you want me to fuck you,” he stated. 

    “Oh yes, my Master. Anything you so desire from me. I am your Femme-Boi cock-slut,” I gushed as I slithered down to face his penis. It was always so deliciously salty. I took his glorious piece of Man-Meat in between my lips. He rested comfortably with two pillows beneath his head. 

    I knelt upon the edge of the bed, with my head between his thighs, sucking his gorgeous, hard cock. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he had reached to a bedside lamp table to open my Leather Clutch-Bag and remove a tube of lubricant. 

    When he became “Ready” he said, “On your back, my Sweet, Sissy-Boi. It is time for you to lose your anal Virginity. I am going to fuck you as I would any, slutty, Girl. I may not present you publicly as a female, but you will fuck me as if you were of the feminine sex.”

    I laid on my back with the same two pillows under my head and neck that Renaldo had rested upon as I slurped his penis. He lifted my slender, shapely legs to rest upon his hips as he lubed his penis. He then oiled my eagerly awaiting rectum. As he slowly slid his cock into my clenching anus I gasped. 

    “Oh my darling Master Renaldo, please take me and fuck me senseless, like the Pussy-Boi Bitch that I truly am,” I begged. 

    “You are such a hot slut my dear Carlita. I love that you beg for me to screw you into blissfulness. I know you have dreamed of this moment and will crave my cock inside your ass always,” Renaldo said as he rocked back and forth and screwed me into a complete stupor. 

    “Oh please my wonderful Master. Hold me. Take me into your arms. I am your’s to ‘Bone’ to your delight,” I again implored him with my arms outstretched.

    “Come to me, you Sissy, Bitch-Boi, Slut,” Renaldo said, as he pulled me to him and bounced my lithe body up and down upon his cock. I would actually climax first, my Cum splattering all over my flat tummy. But then, Renaldo would erupt soon after, filling me with his very manly seed. I screamed with even more fervency than when I had ejaculated. 

    As we finally consummated our desire for each other, I began to sob and whimper effeminately, my head buried into his manly chest.  He slowly laid me back onto the pillows, as our sated bodies separated. I reached for my clutch bag, to retrieve a tampon, to plug my ass. I wanted his seed inside of me as long as it could stay there. 

    In the morning I showered and waited for Renaldo to instruct me on how to dress, coif my hair and apply my makeup for him, when he “Showed me off” to his fellow club members at Saturday’s Brunch. 

    I wore white lace panties with both a matching brassiere, and lacy white anklet socks. I then put on a a Lilac, Long-Sleeve, Mini-Dress Romper, with an oversized “Pussy” Neck-Bow. I slipped on a pair of dark, three-inch, high-heeled pumps. My ears were adorned with a set of large, Gypsy hoops. 

    I sat to do my hair and makeup. I enhanced my eyes with dark, Sienna and Kohl shadow. My plumped lips, I coated with a very earthy red with gold shimmer, by Runway Rogue. I added a soft pink blush to my cheeks. I added a slight, “Teasing” to my side-parted, longish Pixie and used an “Extra-Hold” spray to keep it in place. My nails were already done in the same Lilac shade as my Romper. 

    As we entered the dining room and were seated, a “Mature” lady looked over at our table and “Finger-Waved” as she smiled at Renaldo. Renaldo nodded and acknowledged her by saying, “So good to see you Mater Helena.”

    “Mater” Helena rose from her seat, without speaking at all to the younger female she was seated with, and walked to our table. The waitress who had been approaching our table paused and stepped back, politely.

    “Well. Señor Renaldo Vega. And to what do we owe this honor, you overly handsome and incredibly masculine Warlock?” Mater Helena asked, as she extended her hand with a limp wrist, obviously for kissing. 

    Renaldo politely stood, and complied with her obviously “implied” request, as he took her hand by the edges of her manicured fingers and chivalrously kissed her hand and replied, “The honor is all mine, Mater.”

    “And who is this adorably feminized Sissy-Boi?” Mater asked. 

    “Ah, this is my lovely Carlita. Yes, isn’t my darling Sissy-Boi absolutely gorgeous? Carlita darling, please properly present yourself to Mater Helena,” Renaldo said, as he motioned for me to stand. All in the same motion he opened his hands with his palms upward. I then knew he expected me to do a “Femme-Boi” style curtsey which I’d been taught by Ms. Elspeth. 

    I stood and executed a very effeminate bow from the waist. Then I took hold of the brief hem of my romper and did a slight, but obvious Sissified Curtsey, “Dip” of respect for the Mater.

    “Oh, just so very lovely. Carlita would make a perfect Boi-Bride as well as a Boi-Wife for you Señor Vega. I can just see, this little Pansy now, fluttering about the kitchen, dining room and parlor at your estate. Maybe you’ll only allow the little Swish to wear panties, bra, heels and an apron around your mansion?” Mater Helena said with raised eyebrows. 

    After brunch we returned to our Casita. As we entered the atrium, and Renaldo had closed the door, he took hold of me and aggressively pinned me against a wall, forcefully kissing me.

    “You need to get undressed and onto the bed for me Carlita. You are far, far too lovely at present for me to leave you Un-Fucked, for even a brief moment longer,” Renaldo said, as he ravaged my fat lips with his firm, manly, kisses.  

    When Renaldo at last released me from his strong masculine arms, I immediately tossed my head back smiling, and mince-marched as I wiggled my ass into the boudoir. My high-heels clicked noisily and demonstrably as I sashayed to the bedside where I stripped to the buff. I then laid upon the bed, awaiting the arrival of my masterful lover. 

   Renaldo wasted no time, joining me, naked upon the bed. He then took me into his arms, and French-Kissed, me, his tongue probing deeply within my mouth. I was overwhelmed and breathless in response to his aggressiveness and forcefulness. 

    I could feel to the depths of my spirit his desire for me. As I gasped I admitted to him, “I really became very aroused when you showed me off to Mater Helena and anyone else who was present and staring at our table at the Brunch. I felt as if I were such a helpless, Sissy-Bitch, just so totally under your strong control and fully on display.” 

    “Oh but you were and are, my sexy Carlita. And you will become my Sissy-Bitch-Boi-Bride as well as my subservient Boi-Wife. We simply need our families’s approvals. My Grandmother Francesca and my mother Marisol must give their blessings as well as your mother Sierra and you sister, Feliza,” Renaldo pronounced. 

    “Then we may be married in an official Coterie ceremony, and you will at long last become my dutiful Boi-Bride and my Slavish Boi-Wife,” Renaldo promised.

    “Oh that sounds so very wonderful my powerful Master. Will you discipline and punish me should I ever fall short of your expectations?” I sighed prettily. 

    “Of course I will, you naughty, silly bitch. I’ve often wondered what sort of screams you might emit if I whipped you with a Cat?” Renaldo smiled. 

    “Oh that sounds so very delicious I am dripping from my boy-clit,” I gasped. 

    “You’ll do more than drip when I am done with you today. Kneel on the rug and suck me while I sit upon the side of the bed,” Renaldo ordered. 

    I knelt and took his already slick, hardened cock into my mouth. My lips formed a perfect suction upon it. My tongue licked the salty pre-cum from the tip of the penis, as my wonderfully slender, French-Manicured fingers played with his balls. 

    As much as I desired for him to blow his load of cum in between my puffed and blushed cheeks, I knew that I preferred his seed to be spurted between the cheeks of my plump ass. As he became rock-hard he motioned for me to stand.

    “Turn around, with your back facing me. Then lower those round little ass cheeks down upon my cock, Sissy-Boi,” my Master Renaldo instructed me.

    He lubed his penis as well as my butt-hole and took hold of my sylph-like waist. Then, with his strong hands firmly pressing upon my hips, he pushed his cock in and out of my well-oiled ass as he perfectly positioned me onto his cock. I gasped sexily when I felt the full length of his ultra-masculine penis enter me. 

    He then gripped my pubescent, but growing tits, as he bounced me up and down upon his stiff prick. I flexed my Boi-Puss as I jiggled upon his man-meat. My “Cockette” was as stiff as it could possibly become. When Renaldo’s penis began to explode I reached down and gripped his thighs. 

    Tears filled my eyes as his ejaculate filled my insides. Then I felt my penis spasm as I began to eject my sissy-juices. I released a soft sob and an effeminate, fairy-like screech. As Renaldo squeezed my tits I begged him, “Oh please, please hold me darling and don’t let me go? This moment is so very perfectly precious to me.” 

    Later as he held me in his arms I was still shuddering and shaking. I licked all over him and promised, “I want to devote my life to your desires, Master Renaldo. Please do allow me that privilege.”

    I then slept the amazingly satisfied sleep of a sated Sissy-Boi Concubine. 

Chapter III: The Magic and the Power of the Coterie

    The “Engagement Soiree” was into the second hour. I was dressed and coiffed somewhat more femininely than usual, but that was the desire of Mater Marisol, Renaldo’s mother. I’d quickly become her personal “Fashion Doll” and our shopping trips and salon appointments had become her favorite pastimes.

    When I’d initially asked Renaldo if I looked “Too Girly” for him, upon my first shopping and salon adventure with his mother, he’d answered, “If Mother Marisol is pleased, then I am satisfied, Carlita.”

    It had always been Renaldo’s desire that I appear publicly as his overtly, effeminate, Sissy-Boi lover. Upon that initial event with Mater Marisol, I’d stood before Renaldo in a hot-pink, minidress, with a ruffled hem, cuffs dripping in lace, a fussy furbelow, matching pink pumps and a clutch purse, with my tresses in a top-curled “Updo.” 

    As to my family’s reaction to my overt effeminacy, my mother, Sierra, and my sister Feliza were hardly surprised when I had called them one evening, and informed them that I was now the effeminate, Sissy-Boi lover of my wealthy, handsome, manly employer, Renaldo Vega.

    “Oh Carlitos, you always were a Prissy Mummy’s Boi,” my sister Feliza giggled.

    “Feliza is so very correct, Carlitos. You were a very natural, Beta,  Sissy-Boi, and we are overjoyed that you have found your true self, as well as a strong, rich, handsome, masculine Alpha man to care for you," Mother Sierra explained. 

    Both mother and Feliza had flown to Atlanta a week after Gran-Mama Francesca and Mater Marisol had arrived from Spain. By then Renaldo had rented my condo to someone else and I’d been moved into my own boudoir at the Vega Family mansion. 

    Along with all that, a sort of “pecking order” had been established. I was to refer to Renaldo’s grandmother as “Gran-Mama Francesca.” It was a very subservient, European manner of addressing her. As for Renaldo’s mother, she preferred a “Coterie” manner of title-ship. I was to call her “Mater Marisol.”

    Mother and Feliza were so amused that they both decided to have me call them “Dearest Mother Sierra,” and Most Darling Sister Feliza.” 

    Along with the new manner of addressing these ladies, I was to also “Curtsey” when addressing them. Both Mummy and Feliza were indeed intrigued as to Mater Marisol’s attempts to dress and coif me more girlishly.

    Plans for me to marry Renaldo were discussed and finalized among the ladies, and a “Engagement Soiree” was planned. 

    Along with the ladies I was taken to the salon the very morning of the planned event, to prepare me for the Soiree. Mater Marisol had already picked out the “Ensemble” I’d wear when I’d be publicly betrothed to her son. 

    The guests at the Soiree, were all members of the Cassandra Sisterhood or the Cassandra Coterie. There were the usual, very haughty, overly confident female members at each level of the Society. As well, there were also the male members, who were large donors to the Winthrop Foundation, in the very same “Associate” category of membership, which Renaldo now enjoyed.

    Whether female or male, Mater, Grand-Mater or Maestro, the Cassandra “Insiders” were accompanied by either their “Femme-Bois” or their full-blown, thoroughly emasculated and feminized, Sissified, Girly-Girls. 

    There were also ladies in both the Sisterhood as well as the Coterie who were Lesbians who preferred submissive, Female “Femmes” as their partner of choice. 

    At the salon, Mater-Marisol had Ms. Hannah give me an over-stylized, heavily teased and lacquered, side-parted, Bouffant-Flip in a very dark, brunette shading, with a light touch of auburn highlighting. An oversized, Black bow was fastened to the side, opposite the “Flip.” 

    Once at the mansion I was tightly corseted and dressed in a two-toned, pink and white, double-tiered form-fitted mini-dress. The top of the dress was done in a long-sleeved, Bolero-Style, blousing, with a stylish, ruffled collar all in white. The upper tier, and the hem were also dripping in ruffles and colored in a hot-pink. My hosiery was a sheer, natural color and my high heels, were black, four-inch and ankle-strapped.    

   (Just below is a photo of me in the salon lobby prior to our retinue leaving Ms. Hannah’s Salon, and on our way to the engagement party.)

     

    My ear-lobes were enhanced with long, dangling, jeweled pendants. My makeup was strikingly vivid with deep, dark, shiny, crimson lips, rich Sienna blush and dark kohl on my eyelids and highly arched brows. A swooping, exaggerated, flipped-up bang, swept from right to left across my forehead, and gave my right eye a “Ditzy,” “Peek-a-Boo” look. 

      My tresses shone with a gleaming shimmer, and were prettily scented.  The sheen and lovely fragrance was the result of my stylized locks being misted with a Lavender infused coconut oil. 

    I was given a shiny, white, leather clutch, and told to hold it in front of me with both beautifully, French manicured hands. If I was “Fetching” drinks or snacks for my future “Husband” I was to tuck the clutch to my side with my left elbow. 

    The event was catered, though “Hildi,” Mater Marisol’s Sissy-Maid, served the Vega “Family” including Mummy and sister Feliza, with the exception of Renaldo, whom I waited on. 

    Throughout the event, prior to the formal ceremony, Renaldo was “Congratulated” by all the Maters, Grand Maters and Maestros present. Each and every “Sissy” in attendance, was prompted to approach me, curtsey to Renaldo, and shower me with their “Best-Wishes.” 

    Midway thru the 3rd hour of the Soiree, Mater Marisol rang a “Maid’s Call Bell” and announced, “If everyone could follow me into the Grand Ballroom, my mother, Grand Mater Francesca, would like to officially complete the Betrothal of my Son, Renaldo, to his Femme-Boi, Carlita.” 

    I linked arms with Renaldo and we entered the ballroom, stopping and standing directly in front of his Grandmother. Once everyone else had entered the ballroom, Gran-Mama Francesca placed her hand upon one of my shoulders and said, “And you, our very lovely, subservient Sissy, should kneel and bow your head until you are staring directly at the pointy-tips of my shiny, high-heels.”

    “Sister Sierra, the mother of our blushing, future Boi-Bride, may I have the engagement band? Thank you dear Sister. My wonderful grandson, Renaldo. Do you accept this engagement band from Sister Sierra, as her token of transferring her dominance of Carlita fully into your hands?” 

    “Yes I do, Grandmother,” Renaldo agreed.

     “Very well. Now hand me that lovely diamond, would you please, Grandson Renaldo? Now, you, the Sissy-Boi Carlita. Look up at me, from your kneeling, servile position. Look into my eyes. There is no reason to fear me unless you have disobeyed me. Raise your left hand. Do you, Sissy, Femme-Boi, Carlita Angelique Evangelista, humbly accept my Grandson’s offer of Betrothal?” Gran-Mama Francesca asked. 

    “Oh yes. Gran-Mama Francesca. Please allow me the honor of becoming engaged, to one day be wed, to your Grandson, Renaldo Vega, whom I dearly love to the depths of my spirit,” I sincerely gushed. 

    “With this diamond engagement ring, I grant you that honor, Carlita. You have my permission to rise and receive a kiss from my Grandson,” Gran-Mama Francesca said.

    I felt as if I were in a dream-like state of consciousness. As I stood, obediently, Renaldo’s muscular arms encircled and embraced my fragile, sylphlike frame. I’d been dieting obsessively. I desired to be able to fit into the tiniest bridle ensemble that I possibly could. 

    My nearly 5 feet, ten inch body, now weighed a very svelte, 125, sexy pounds. I looked up dreamily and adoringly into Renaldo’s dark-brown eyes. As he kissed me forcefully, his tongue encircling mine, my hands could only barely and gently finger the sides of his ass. 

    I felt as if I could fly. My heart beat in a fluttery, birdlike rhythm. When our lips parted I gasped softly, “J’Adore, Mi Maestro. I give myself to you in body, mind and spirit, my love.” 

    The June date of our wedding, for the following year, was then announced. My Mother and Feliza would soon fly home to New York and would return not only for the wedding but for the Holiday season. Gran-Mama Francesca would be flying back to Spain, and would return to Officiate the Marriage Ceremony. 

    However, Mater Marisol would be staying at the mansion a few weeks more, prior to joining Gran-Mama Francesca in Spain. She believed that the responsibility of training me to perform the duties of the perfect Boi-Wife for her son, was of the utmost importance. 

    While the guests drank toasts to our happiness, Renaldo and I slipped off to my boudoir, for lovemaking. Not that anyone wouldn’t notice that we were no longer present at the party. I felt so very girlish and feminine, as we made our way to my boudoir. My future husband’s right arm was around my slim waist, and his hand was cupping my right ass-cheek. 

    It would be very difficult for me not to feel girly and femme, with the way that Mater Marisol had me dressed, bejeweled and coiffed. I did so adore being shown off as Renaldo’s pretty Femme-Boi Sissy. However it appeared that Mater Marisol felt that ideally, her son’s Bride-to-Be should be displayed as a true Girly-Girl. 

    Though Renaldo preferred showing me off as his future Boi-Bride, for the time being, he was comfortable keeping his very determined  and powerful mother contented. Once Renaldo and I were inside of my boudoir, he closed and locked the door. Then his arms encircled me and he pushed me up against one of the rear posts of my four-posted bed. 

    “Oh Cara-Mia, my delicate, effeminate Sissy-Boi. Your plump ass looks and feels so very Fuckable to me. Why don’t we get you lubricated and you can then suck me until my cock is slick and wet. Let’s get these lovely clothes off of you, and Daddy will fuck you while you wiggle your ass wearing those tall, high-heels,” Renaldo teased.

    “We’ll be careful with your attire. If and when we return to the Engagement Party, we won’t want our guests thinking that I fucked you completely into submission, do we my Sissy-Pansy, Femme-Boi, and future bride?” Renaldo added. 

    “Oh my wonderful Daddy I don’t care how I look or whether or not you make a mess of me. You may shoot your load into my hair or my face. I don’t care if your Cum is dripping from my tit nipples. I am your’s to ravage until I faint. There. Now I am naked except for my heels. My butt plug is out. Would you enjoy tying me to the bed post while you fuck my ass until I scream and pass out, my Love?” I asked. 

    “No you pretty Sissy-Boi. On your knees first so you can suck your Daddy. Then we’ll think about tying you up like a Harem-Boi, Eunuch who is about to be whipped,” Renaldo said, as he rested his hands on my shoulders and I knelt, demurely, with my lips and mouth at the level of his cock. 

    I took his cock lovingly, into my soft, smooth, scented hands. My gorgeously, French Manicured fingers fondled his ballooning balls. The tip of my tongue encircled the head of his cock, as I tasted his salty, pre-cum. My tongue, next, licked his balls. Then I took a deep breath as I took his lovely penis in it’s entirety into my mouth. 

    I loved sucking my man off. I adored it when he blew his entire load into my mouth. I knew on that day, though, that his very next load would go up into my anus. I wanted to make Renaldo’s penis, sloppy, dripping wet, where my drool was dripping onto the carpet. When he was at long last rock hard I knew it was time for me to be properly fucked. 

    “Oh please my Master, fuck me now. Make me your slave and screw me until I am begging for more,” I quivered.

    “Stand and face the bedpost, slave. I’ll slather my cock first. What do you have for me to tie you up and gag you with, my pitiful, chemically castrated, Eunuch Whore?” Renaldo said gutturally.

    I loved it. Being debased verbally like that made me wet. “I have some scarves my Master,” I simpered.

    Renaldo had me grip the bedpost and snugged a scarf around my wrists before tying it tightly to the bed post. Then he pulled another scarf tightly across my mouth as he told me to bite down upon it. As  he slid his lubed cock into my asshole I pulled futilely against my tight bonds. I wouldn’t be going anywhere. 

    As I attempted to speak through my gag all that resulted were some muffled blubbering. Renaldo slid his penis in and out of my rectum in a rapid, precise, rhythm. I mewled through my gag as I pumped my ass back and forth in order to match the rhythmic stroking of his cock. I was mentally and emotionally overwhelmed sensuously.

    I was bound up and gagged, as if I were some sort of Harem Slave. My strong, manly male lover was ravaging me. My ultra, Hyper-Submissiveness was staggering. I could feel leakage from my penis, chills were running up and own my spine, and my head was spinning. I was in Sissy, Femme-Boi Nirvana. 

    As Renaldo’s penis swelled, his hands left my waist, where he’d been lifting and lowering me. He then squeezed my growing tits and my nipples. I whimpered and slobbered thru my gag. As I felt his firm, male member expanding, I could feel my much smaller “Boy-Sized” penis begin to drip.

    In his excitement, Renaldo really began pounding my Sissy, Boi-Pussy. I then attempted to scream through my gagged mouth, in my eagerness and passion. All that I was able to emit was squelched garble, and the spittle that drooled thru my gag. 

    As Renaldo pumped his warm semen into my anal passage I began to whimper in frustration as I wanted to screech. Soon I had tears dribbling down my blushed cheeks as my ejaculate ran down my legs. When Renaldo had completed climaxing, he went to a drawer in my bedside lamp table and removed a Tampon.

    He had screwed me often enough in my boudoir to know very well where I kept my Girly hygiene products. Once he’d inserted the tampon into my rectum he removed my gag. 

    “Oh, that was so fabulous, Daddy. You are such an amazing lover, my Master. You can leave me tied here to the bed if you like,” I gasped.

    “No, my dear, sweet Femboy. We can clean up and rejoin the party,” Renaldo insisted. 

    By the time I had redone my hair and makeup as well as dressed myself there were only a few party goers remaining. I clung to Renaldo’s arm protectively, as people congratulated us, as well as thanked us for inviting them. At one point Renaldo nudged me and said, “Our mothers want your attention. I think they want to speak to you, Carlita?”

    I minced to where Mother Sierra and Mater Marisol were standing and smiling. Mater Marisol was the first to speak.

    “Well my dear Carlita. I can see from the look upon my son’s face and in his eyes especially, that you took very good care of him in your boudoir,” Marisol stated to my surprise as she leaned over and whispered conspiratorially to me. 

    Before I could respond, my mother took hold of me and pulled me to her, adding, “And that is what any bride or wife does for their man. They take care to see that their Master is properly sated, my child.”

    That evening I was so exhausted that I didn’t bathe, set my hair or remove my makeup prior to changing into a nightgown to go to bed. I made certain however, that the following Monday morning I was well “Put Together” when Renaldo and I arrived at the office. Every employee there, especially the females, whether or not they’d been invited to the engagement party, were ready to congratulate us, and of course, they wanted to see my Diamond. 

    I wanted to look my absolute very best. Once again, I clung possessively to Renaldo and leaned needily into his chest. I’d worn my hair “Up” and made certain my makeup application was very seductive. As to Mater Marisol’s explicit instructions, I was to dress very femininely at the office at least two days each week, followed by one day each weekend at the estate. 

    Mater had placed Ms. Elspeth in charge of booking all of my salon appointments and boutique shopping excursions that would take place on weekends and my days off. Ms. Melanie was given the same responsibilities for the days I was at the office. Renaldo agreed to these terms, though he interjected his own boundaries as to my appearance. 

    “Anytime I have top clients and other important customers that I want to impress, I want my Carlita to be presented as my Sissified  Femme-Boi, mother,” Renaldo insisted. 

    Renaldo never really “Gave in” to Mater Marisol. He humored her idiosyncrasies and respected her. However, Renaldo knew how to handle women. With his good looks, his suave manner and his tall  masculine build he’d been charming ladies his entire life. 

    I had never truly realized it but there were a number of females in the office that had been relatively “Carrying a Torch” for Renaldo’s affections. A few felt it was safe to “Came out” to me after the engagement to marriage was formalized. I was relaxing in the break room during lunch one afternoon, with a small group of both female Admins as well as lady, junior account managers, when Kendra became the 1st girl to bring it up.

    “Well Carlita, there are more than a few of us that really envy you darling, for being the one to finally catch the eye, the interest and the Heart of Renaldo Vega. You should be very proud. He has dated models, heiresses, actresses and entertainers. However he’s marrying you, darling,” Kendra said.

    “I mean it’s all over the Society, Entertainment Trade, and Gossip papers. He could have any female on Earth, that he desired, and he chose a Prettified Femme-Boi who worked as his Executive Assistant. Admittedly you are one of the most gorgeous Femme-Bois I have ever laid eyes on, Carlita. Tell us what your secret is. Please?” Kendra implored.

    I had just touched up my lipstick. I glanced at my lovely, manicured and painted fingernails. I smiled as I held up and viewed my fabulous Diamond engagement ring. I checked my compact one more time and “fluffed” my stylishly curled hair. I could see that the rest of the girls were staring at both me and Kendra in surprise. 

   “Kendra, that is such a sweet compliment to pay me, girlfriend. I don’t know if you noted it though, but there were several other men at the engagement party besides Renaldo, who were with their Femme-Boi Wives, Concubines, and Courtesans,” I stated.

    “I would imagine that just as Renaldo did, they found out there are distinct advantages to having a Femme-Boi as a lover, a marital partner, or as a ‘Kept’ Paramour. You see Kendra, for starters, we Femme-Bois, never say no, to anything. Whether it’s sexual or otherwise,” I smiled. 

    “We wear our hair, our makeup and our jewelry the way that our men want us to. If they buy us Seven-Inch high heels, we put them on immediately, wear them until they take us to bed, and thank them profusely for such a thoughtful, wonderful gift,” I added.

    “If they are willing to pay for us to get Collagen infused, ’Cocksucker’ lips, we readily agree, and yes, we then beg them to let us suck their cocks with our pretty, plump, new, fat lips. We widen our rectums with anal dilators so they can screw us, and if they want us to get bigger tits or have SRS we don’t hesitate. What’s not to love about that, Kendra?” I asked.

    “If our men prefer us to be slender, we diet. If they enjoy us being Full-Figured, we ‘Plump’ up. Our men dictate what we do. We make few if any decisions on our own. I was absolutely thrilled when Ms. Melanie received that fabulous promotion to Senior Account Manager,” I said.

    “You know why? Because I would then be right at Renaldo’s side, every moment, displaying the fact that I would do his bidding no matter what he expected me to do. I consider Renaldo my Master. All Femme-boys think of their men in that very same manner. How many genetic females are willing to do anything close to what a Femme-Boi will do to please his male lover?” I asked. 

    “Sissies like me, and other Femme-Boys, don’t play games. We are there for the taking. For the right man, it’s hard to pass up. I have no designs on Renaldo’s business, his estate or his wealth. I don’t even care to become a partner in his business. I am fully content to remain in the background as his Personal Executive Assistant,” I continued. 

    “I’ll sign any pre-nuptial he places in front of me and will be thrilled to be his loyal, subservient wife. It’s worth it,” I winked.

    I looked directly at Kendra and I could see she was blushing modestly. She also looked surprised and was definitely in thought. Looking around the room I could see that none of the girls had departed from the room, though, more than a few were truly, deeply blushing, as well as possibly immersed in thought as well.

    What I’d just suggested was true. “Modern” Career Women were not about to give regular blowjobs to their male lovers. Some would possibly do so on Valentine's day, their man’s birthday or maybe on the anniversary of their wedding. They also weren’t about to “Doll-up” around the house on weekends.

    “Comfortable” Flannel Pajama’s were likely their bedtime attire and they certainly didn’t wear tall, high heels as a matter of course. Plus not too many would put their hair up in curlers on a Saturday morning to look “Hot” for their men when they returned home from the golf course in the afternoon. 

    “Wow. I’m impressed Carlita. We all are. You really put it all out there. You didn’t sugarcoat a thing. Thanks. Let me give you a hug, girlfriend. We’re still all very envious. I know I am,” Kendra smiled.

    I got to know Kendra and the rest of the office Ladies, who were in the break room that day, much better. And they got to understand me that much more. I knew my plans were now, to invite as many of the Ladies in the office as possible to the wedding, and have Kendra help me to chose the Bridesmaids, from the same group.

    My Sister Feliza, would of course be my Maid of Honor. But I thought it would be the correct thing to do, to have a number of the women from my workplace in the wedding party as my Bridesmaids. 

    As to planning the wedding, I realized that my only real duties would be to show up at the wedding, looking very, very pretty, say my vows properly and submit to my new husband’s sexual desires upon our honeymoon. 

    Ms. Melanie, Renaldo’s former executive assistant would be putting together the caterers, photographers, the announcements, as well as the invitations. Mother and Sister Feliza would be shopping with me for my Trousseau. Ms. Elspeth, Renaldo’s head housekeeper and social secretary would assist with putting together the wedding party and rehearsals. 

    Ms. Hannah’s salon staff would be doing hair and makeup for the Bridesmaids, Mummy and myself. Mater and Grand-Mama would be using their Coterie contacts for any ceremony details. I was thrilled I’d have very little input and very little to do. 

    On the drive to the estate, from our workplace, I asked Renaldo if there was anything I could do to relieve some or all of the stress that just might have built up during the workday. 

    “I could give you a nice handjob or even a blow-job right now my darling,” I offered. 

    “Oh Carlita, my darling, loving, future Boi-Wife. You have already made me the happiest man upon the Earth. I cannot imagine the joy I will feel when we are wed. You may do anything you wish, my dear. Simply the touch of your hands, fingers, lips or mouth upon my sexual organ is the most phenomenal as well as sensual thrill I have ever been privileged to experience,” Renaldo effused. 

    It was such a lovely soliloquy for my lover to express. It could have been the hormones, or quite possibly it was simply my innate, Effeminacy and Sissiness. However I began to sob, and nearly burst into tears as my Effeminate emotions overcame me.

    “Oh my Renaldo. Oh my darling, where is my purse, when I need it? Oh here it is. I must find a hanky or a Kleenex, my love. Oh that was just so sweet of you to say that dear. I could just feel your love, my Master. Forgive me for being such a Pansy, my Prince. Oh, I’m going to need to fix my makeup,” I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes and attempted to compose myself. 

    “There now. Oh Renaldo. You say such lovely things to me and sometimes my emotions just run wild. I believe it is from the Estradiol dosages and my ever increasing effeminacy. Please forgive me, my love,” I simpered. 

    “Oh, darling it’s perfectly okay when your effeminate emotions become beyond your control. You know darling, my mother as well as your mother and sister, seem to be competing, to steer you further and further towards very feminine apparel, coiffures, jewels and makeup applications. That could be directing your emotions further and further to overt girlishness,” Renaldo opined. 

    “Once again, my dearest lover, you continue to be so very sweet and understanding. Renaldo I need to suck you off, to refocus myself. Would you allow me that honor?” I asked as I rubbed his crotch. 

    “Yes? I knew you’d understand,” I added, as I unzipped his slacks, and pulled them down slightly along with his underwear. I leaned over the console and took hold of his penis, also fondling his testicles. Once I’d wrapped my wet, red lips around his cock, my body, mind and spirit began to experience the sensation of becoming aligned with one another. 

    I was just so needy at the moment, and sucking Renaldo’s cock was just what I desired to center me. I was gobbling his dick. I didn’t care. The feeling of his member becoming stiff and hard in my mouth gave me chills to the tips of my Pink toenails. I was dribbling in my panty, which made placing a Tampon there that morning all the more sensible. 

    Just as Renaldo groaned and gasped, I felt his cock swell to climax proportions and his ejaculate streamed into my mouth. As I swallowed every drop that I possibly could, I could feel Renaldo’s Audi Sports Car lean to the right as Renaldo took the exit to the Causeway that would lead us to the private road and electronic entry gate to the Vega’s Manor Home. 

    As I cleaned Renaldo’s penis off, pulled up his underwear, and finally zipped and buckled his slacks, I began to fix my face, lips and tresses. As I carefully took great pains to prettify myself I said, “If after dinner you feel stressed at all, I’ll give you a bath and then a massage. And if you care to, I could take you to my boudoir and we could play a sex game or two. What do you think, my lover?”

    “What sort of sex game, do you have in mind, my Sissy-Boi Princess?” Renaldo asked. 

    “Oh I don’t know? Maybe we could play, Let’s tie up, gag and Rape the Prissy Femme Boi?” I shrugged.

    “Oh Carlita, I do adore your detailed imagination,” Renaldo opined. 

    “Thank you for your gracious compliment, my King,” I said as we pulled up to the long, wooded drive that ended at the estate house.

Chapter IV: Renaldo’s Obedient Pet

    I just loved sashaying thru the Atlanta Airport, especially when I was in “Femme-Boi” mode. My Mother Sierra and my Sister Feliza were flying in for the holidays. I had been keeping to the understanding I had with Mater Marisol who was now in Spain.

    Two days a week at the offices of Vega Financial and Realty, I would be attired as a Girly-Girl.  Additionally, I would pick one day each weekend to portray myself as a very feminine girl. 

    For this particular week I’d chosen Monday and Tuesday to dress girlishly, as Renaldo had important clients coming in Thursday and Friday and insisted I appear as his Saucy Femme-Boi Admin for those meetings. Naturally he also introduced me as his Fiancee and Future Bride at those conferences.

    Saturday I’d went to the salon in preparation for my family’s Holiday visitation. I’d dressed very Girly as I wanted to make a striking impression as a Femme-Boi as we strolled to the airport. My hair looked sensational. 

    It was “Done” in a very sleek, shiny, braided ponytail, which fell from the top of my head, off to the right side, and touched the turtleneck collar of my snug fitting, Pink, fluffy, Angora sweater. My Ass-hugging slacks were jet black Capris, which matched in color my four-inch, sandal style high heels. 

    Just below my turned down collar was a layered pearl necklace. I had three sets of varying sized, Gypsy style earrings in my pierced ears, from midsized to very large, African “Slave-Style,” Hoops. 

    My makeup was done in a very striking, vivid, exaggerated style, which accentuated some of my sharper, “Boyish” features. My cheekbones were very heavily blushed with bright Magenta toner. Runway Rogue, “Plum Passion” lipstick really enhanced my Collagen fattened lips. 

    It was my heavily darkened, high-arched eyebrows that really gave me a heightened, Androgyne appearance. I could tell that most of the people that stared, couldn’t discern whether I was a highly feminized boy, or the “Butch” partner in a Lipstick Lesbian relationship. 

    At times Renaldo placed his hand on my lower back, just above my “Bubble” butt and people must have leaned towards us as a convincing Gay Male couple, with me as the Femme. Then when I placed a kiss on my Sister Feliza’s cheek as she disembarked her flight, the onlookers must have considered that I was the “Dyke” and Feliza the “Femme” partner. 

    When my mother saw me, she raised her eyebrows, and said, “So today must be a Femme-Boi day?” 

    “Yes Sierra, doesn’t Carlita look so very exotic?” Renaldo asked. 

    On the way to the Vega estate my mother asked, “Renaldo, could you recommend a Photography Studio that could do a Photo and design a family Holiday card of me and my two children?”

    “I do, but there wouldn't be any reason to go into the studio. I’ll have the photographer come to my estate. And as far as hair, makeup, nails and wardrobe are concerned, I can have Ms. Hannah, Carlita’s hairdresser come to the residence, along with a few members of her staff. And Ms. Elspeth can assist with any changes in attire which you need,” Renaldo offered graciously. 

    “Carlita, I intend to send the Holiday Photo cards to all of our friends and relations. Along with a letter announcing your change in sexuality as well as your impending marriage to Renaldo. In fact, I’ll be sending a card with the same photo and letter to your father,” Mummy announced. 

    “What? You’ve been in touch with my Father?” I asked in surprise. 

    “Only through an attorney who I contacted with connections I now have thru the Cassandra Coterie. Contacts which Marisol and Francesca lined up for me in Westchester County,” Mother said. 

    “He’s doing quite well. Both he and his very much younger 3rd wife. She’s younger than your sister and only slightly older than you, Carlita. She’s some sort of heiress to a very large vineyard and winery fortune near Carmel, California. It must have been quite a surprise to her to discover that her older husband had abandoned his 1st wife and family nearly two decades ago,” Mother smirked. 

    “I received 15 years back child support for you and your sister, Feliza. Plus the same amount of years in alimony. Both payments were made with interest,” Mother laughed. 

    The day that the photo for the Holiday card was taken, I was dressed in a Pussy-Bow, Long sleeved blouse, with ruffled lacy cuffs and a black and grey, houndstooth blazer. I wore dark hose and matching, black, three inch heels, with a Cream colored knee length hobble skirt. 

    My French Manicure was done in pink, with white, tips and I wore matching Coral Pink Lipstick, blusher and eye shadow. My eyebrows were done in a soft brown. 

    Instead of wearing gaudy hoops in my ear lobes, I’d attached two sets of pearl studs, a set of small hoops, and some dangling, Blue Topaz teardrop shaped pendants. Mother had insisted I look very “Sweet, and Delicately Feminine” for the photo. 

    “Not one Iota of boyishness will be permitted, Carlita,” Mother Sierra insisted.

    However, it was my hair that would define me that day as a meek, submissive, prim and proper, future House Wife. I really wasn’t aware at all that Mater Marisol and Gran-Mama Francesca had a personal Home Salon in the private wing of the estate where they resided with Mater Marisol’s Sissy Maid, Hildegarde. 

    Apparently, “Hildi” had been sent to Salon Classes so that “She” could do the hair, makeup and nails of her Mistresses. Renaldo insisted that the salon be utilized for our hair, makeup and Mani/Pedis  for the Photos to be taken. Mother Sierra discussed my hairstyling at great lengths with Ms. Hannah.

    “Hannah, what would you suggest? I want Carlita’s tresses to truly define her as a Dutiful, Subservient wife,” Mother announced.

    “Well then Sierra, I would recommend something classic from the 1950’s. We could go with the very glam, Bouffant Swirled, Upsweep. Or the very demure Bouffant Flip. Oh I know what you’re looking for. What not a Poodle Do? Yes. Let’s get your darling Sissy-Son, dolled up with an adorable Poodle Cut Stylization,” Ms. Hannah said, gleefully.

    My Brunette, colored hair was shampooed, and then carefully creme rinsed and hot oil conditioned. I was going to have a “Spot” Body Wave put in. My hair already had a slight loose wave to it. The Spot Perm would actually give a portion of my hair more curl. Ms. Hannah combed through my hair and sectioned it off. The sides and back would retain my naturally soft wave. 

    Once the back and sides were carefully sectioned and “Slicked” back, Ms. Hannah began to roll the hair on top of my head, very tightly upon wave rods and waving papers. Then after she “Wrapped” the perm rods tightly with cotton, she applied the pungent Waving Solution. 

    I’d had my hair colored in salons, ever since I’d become Renaldo’s Femme-Boi. Hair colorings always had a strong Perfumed scent. But that was nothing compared to the odorous aroma of Permanent Waving Solution. Especially when I was finally seated under the warm hair drier. 

    While I was under the dryer, Ms. Hannah gave me a Magazine to read called, “Femme-Boi Bridal Dreams.” There was an article in the mag which documented the history of the 1950’s Poodle “Do” and it’s current growing popularity among Femme-Boi Brides and Wives. One Boi-Wife, named “Chantelle” was effusive in expressing his adoration of his Manly Husband. 

      “It is truly a Personality Defining Hair Stylization for an Effeminate, Sissified Boi-Wife like myself. It just simply Screams that I Belong to my Manly Husband in Body, Mind and Spirit. It allows everyone to realize that I have indeed made my Man, the Center of my universe. Does that sounds as if he Owns me? Well yes he does, own me. Why not? Yes, I am his Chattel,” lisped “Chantelle” an amazingly Svelte, Limp-wristed  Sissy-Boi. Chantelle’s very Strict Husband even went so far as to have the Sissy closely monitor his Calorific intake, so that he could always shop in the  Sylphlike “Junior Miss” department of any boutique. 

    The photo of Chantelle was truly amazing. And yes, there was a photo of Him looking into a vanity mirror, Fussily “Patting” the Top Curls of his sensational “Poodle Do” with the tips of his extra-elongated French Manicured fingernails. 

    Being under the warm salon dryer was truly discomforting. The scent of the perm lotion grew stronger and really began to irritate my olfactory senses. And the hair wound so very tightly around the wave rods grew even tighter with the application of heat. 

    What a relief it was when Ms. Hannah turned off the dryer and escorted me to the shampoo sink for a rinse and the application of the Perm neutralizer. When my hair was finally styled, the curled waves were piled atop my head and sprayed stiffly in place with a heavy application of Breck, Spray Net Lacquer.

    (Renaldo took the above photo of me looking out of the windows of the Atlanta offices of Vega Financial. In the photo I had just had my Poodle Cut trimmed and modified to a shorter, cuter and more manageable stylization.)

 

    The back and sides were brushed back and brought together behind my head, and pinned in place with a fastener attached to a pert white bow. The photographer then took numerous shots and poses of me with mother and Feliza. Everyone agreed that the best selection for the Holiday Card would be a photo with me seated and cuddled between mother and Feliza. 

    Of course we were all three smiling, and mother and Feliza were both looking very happily at me. I was looking straight ahead with the palm of my left hand resting on the Knot of my Pussy bow, and my Diamond Engagement ring was clearly and prominently displayed on my beautifully manicured ring finger. 

    Next mother read out loud for everyone, the letter she was going to send as a Holiday Greeting, within the card. Of course it began with her wishing everyone a Joyous Holiday season. Then she brought everyone up to the current status of our family. She told everyone about her new job as an Office Manager at a major law firm.

    Next she told everyone of Feliza’s new boyfriend, as well as that Feliza was now managing a Merle Norman Salon and Spa. Finally mother clued everyone in as to my “Coming Out” as she described it. That news read as follows: 

    “The biggest change is our family has occurred with my son, who is now referred to as Carlita. Yes his name was once Carlitos. And if you haven’t already guessed, the pretty Brunette seated between my daughter Feliza and I, is my very Sissified Son, Carlita. Carlita was always a very  effeminate boy, so it was no surprise to either Feliza or me when Carlita ‘Came Out’ as a Fairy-Like, Sissy Femme-Boi,” my mother began. 

    “There are times when Carlita is dressed the way He prefers, and it’s very difficult to determine if he is an Ultra-Effeminate Boi or possibly the tough Butch in a Gay Female Relationship. Carlita has a fabulous job in Atlanta as an Executive Assistant, with Vega Financial and Realty. Happily, he has fallen in love and is now engaged to be married to the CEO of the Vega Corporation, none other than the very wealthy and masculine, Renaldo Vega himself,” mother continued. 

    “This very happy couple will be married in June at the Vega Estate outside of Atlanta Georgia. Carlita loves boutique shopping and simply adores having his hair, nails and makeup done at a Beauty Parlor. As you can see he is a true Style Queen. He even insisted on having his hair permed and styled into the Classic 1950’s Poodle Do for our family holiday photo.” Mother ended her letter.

    Though I’d never known my father, I somehow realized that the Photo and Letter during the Holiday Season was mother’s ultimate revenge for him deserting us. 

    That evening at bedtime Renaldo came to my boudoir and said, “Don’t touch your hair darling. It looks fabulous. If anything, enhance your makeup. Then put on your tallest Marabou Heels and a negligee. We’ll smoke some Hawaiian Weed, drink some Peach Brandy and we’ll enjoy some lovemaking.” 

    “So. You do enjoy me as a Girly-Girl?” I asked, patting the curls of my Poodle Do.

    “It’s different, and fun now and then. But realistically when we are married as well as when I am showing you off, I want people to know that you are my Femme-Boi. Always Remember. I fell in love with Carlita, the Femme-Boi,” Renaldo insisted.

    “Oh Renaldo my lover, you have this wonderful way of making me feel so very special,” I gushed, as I dove onto the bed and kissed his mouth, with my creamy, red lips.

    “That is because you are very special, my effeminate, girly-boy,” Renaldo added as he pulled me to his chest with his very strong, exceedingly manly arms. 

    I swooned just as any Swishy, Sissy-Boi would, when being overpowered by the sensual manliness of his very masculine lover. I could feel the rock-hard erection belonging to my lover, pressing against my slender thigh. 

    I reached with one hand to grip it, to feel the meaty strength within it. “Shall I suck you my love?” I asked.

    “No, my sweet Sissy-Boi. I intend to lay upon my back and you may ride my cock as you would the penis of a breeding stallion,” Renaldo stated, to my excitement.

    I giggled so prissily as we lubed up. Then I slowly lowered myself onto Renaldo’s meaty pole. It slid into my anus ever so delightfully. I locked my fingers within the fingers of his strong hands. Then I began to pump my ass up and down on his cock. With each and every bouncing stroke I made, I would gasp, sigh, and effeminately coo, as if I were an overtly animated Lovebird.

    I began to squirt my gooey spunk onto Renaldo’s abdomen, just prior to Renaldo raising his ass off of the bed and popping his hot load into my rectum. As I dribbled and his heated ejaculate streamed inside of me, I let out a series of hugely Effeminate, Girlish, Screams. My body shuddered, until at long last I collapsed in a fairy-like swoon on top of Renaldo.

    I momentarily laid there until I felt his lips upon mine. I opened my mouth to hungrily receive his tongue. “Oh yum. Oh yes, just so yummy,” I cooed. 

    “Oh wow that was just so very good. Oh to just think I’ll be marrying you and you’ll be doing that to me all of the time,” I giggled.

    Yes. I’d be marrying a man. Something I’d never dreamed I’d be doing. I’d be wearing a gown, makeup and high heels, with my hair freshly done. 

    Once the holidays were over, the wedding planning really got into full gear. Until my mother and sister, along with Mater Marisol and Gran-Mama Francesca arrived at the Vega Estate, Ms. Hannah, Ms. Elspeth and Ms. Melanie had been handling all of the details. But the last few particulars, such as my gown, the bridesmaid’s gowns and our hair, would all be decided by the immediate families. Though, Renaldo would have the final say as to how I was coiffed, made up, and attired.

    Renaldo went along with Mommy, Feliza and me to look over my gown choices. I saw the gown I wanted. It was off the shoulder and the hem fell to just below my knees. It also had an built-in, inner skirt that fit snugly around my legs, the very same way a hobble skirt would surround my thighs. 

    It would limit my steps to a nearly babyish, tottering, Sissyish,  “Mince.” The gown also hugged my smallish bosom. With a waist-cinch in place it would also flatter my slender waist. I would have more of a Sissified, Boyish figure than that of a female, which was just what Renaldo desired.

    Renaldo also accompanied us to Ms. Hannah’s salon where he helped me choose my hairstyling. We wanted my hair to be short, to once again, along with my heightened makeup, emphasize my Sissified, Femme-Boi features. I was to be an obvious Boi-Bride. 

    They day of the wedding, after I’d been dressed and coiffed, Renaldo inspected me. “Perfect. Everyone will know that you are my Femme-Boi Bride, Carlita,” Renaldo stated.

     As “Mother-of-the-Boi-Bride” Mummy Sierra had been the one to choose the wording of the invitations. She’d done quite well, and Grandmama Francesca and Mater Marisol were really quite pleased. 

    "You are cordially invited to the ceremonial unveiling and collaring of my Effeminate Son, Carlita Evangelista (formerly Carlitos Evangelista), as he marries his lover and Master, Renaldo Vega. The ceremony will take place at the Vega estate, and will be conducted by the Cassandra Coterie Grand High Priestess, Grand Mater Francesca Vega. Please join us,  and witness this important rite of passage as Carlita becomes Renaldo’s Boi-Bride and Wife.”

     I made my way into the large tent that had been set up for the wedding. My eyes were focused solely on my Husband-to-Be as he stood at the Ceremonial Stage. Mummy was on one side of me and my Sister Feliza at the other. 

    I smiled dreamily and prettily, as my shortened, dark tresses and my three sets of earrings tickled my neck. The gown perfectly surpassed my pubescent breasts to give me the desired, Boyish bosom which pleased Renaldo so very much. 

    The tall, four-inch high heels and the inner, hobble-skirt gave my hips such a darling, Swishy-sway. As I took the most delicate of Sissyish steps possible, I held my bouquet of Pansies in my left hand and I held my right hand limply, with my fingers spread in the most obvious “Fairy-like” manner. As we reached the Ceremonial Stage, my mother and sister each rested a hand on one of my shoulders. Mother than stated, “Kneel, my darling Sissy-boi.”

    I did as I was told. I’d already informed  the invited guests from our workplace that the “Cassandra Wedding Ceremony” which was to be conducted, would be Unorthodox, when compared to a conventional nuptial. 

    “Ladies, Gentleman, Cassandra Members, Family, Friends and Esteemed Guests. Welcome to the Marriage Ceremony of my Grandson, Renaldo Vega and his Femme-Boi Bride, Carlita Evangelista. I will now ask my Daughter, Grand Mater Marisol to Collar and Leash my Grandson’s Boi-Bride,” Grandmama Francesca stated. 

    I lowered my head as Mater Marisol fastened a soft, lacy collar with a snap, behind my neck. She then attached a leash to a link at the front of the collar. She handed the leash to my sister Feliza. 

    “Carlita. Do you vow to obey and supplicate yourself to Renaldo? Will you always submit to his wishes in all matters? Will you become his dutiful wife and wait on him as would a humble Sissy-maid and servant?” Grandmama Francesca asked.

    “I agree to all of those duties as my sworn obligations, Grand High Priestess,” I said.

    “Very well Sissy-Boi. Renaldo, do you agree to treat Carlita as you would a helpless child, care for him as you would a ward and charge, and protect him from all harm?” Francesca asked.

    “Yes I will.” Renaldo stated.

    “You may rise, Sissy Carlita, and look at your Master. Please hand the Sissy’s leash to Renaldo. With the powers vested in me as a Officer of the Courts in the State of Georgia, and the position of Grand High Priestess in the Cassandra Coterie, I pronounce you Master and Sissy-Bride. You may now kiss your Pretty, Sissy-Boi Bride, my dearest Grandson,” Francesca pronounced.

    I melted into Renaldo’s arms as he pulled me to him. I swooned like a school-girl in love. The outside world seemed to slip away. I only barely heard the cheering and clapping, as our mouths locked and our tongues entangled. 

    I felt as if I were walking through a blur, throughout the entire reception. It wasn’t until we boarded the Corporate Jet and I snuggled into Renaldo’s firm chest that I felt that I could finally breathe deeply. In fact it wasn’t until the pilot announced that we could unfasten our seatbelts that I giggled, “Oh my. Where are we going darling?” 

    “To a private island off the Georgia Coast located among Georgia’s Golden Isles. I own a vacation home there. Occasionally both my Grandmother and/or Mother use it,” Renaldo stated. 

    When we landed, we were met by a well-muscled driver of a limo, that referred to Renaldo as “Don” Renaldo. He drove us to the vacation home where Renaldo carried me across the threshold and held me up off the floor, as he kissed me and my feet wiggled helplessly in the air. 

Chapter V: Femme-Boi Wife, at Last

    We were settled into the lovely vacation cottage. As we’d imbibed in food and beverages at the reception, we simply undressed and lay on top of the bed. I wanted to take Renaldo into my mouth and he shook his head and rolled me onto my back.

    Next, he began to do something to me, he’d never done prior. I’d bathed thoroughly and douched my rectum before I’d dressed for the wedding. Renaldo now hovered over my genitals and began to play with my penis and balls. 

    “Oh Renaldo. How so very lovely. Oh. Oh my. Is that your tongue? Oh how very special. Oh goodness, your finger is in my rectum. Oh Renaldo, what a fabulous thing to do on our wedding night,” I gasped, ever so prissily.

    Renaldo was not only licking my smallish penis and testicles, he was finger-fucking my rectum with two lubed fingers. 

    “Relax my darling. If you can of course. Your asshole is your Boi-Pussy and your genitalia is your Femme-Boi Clitoris. I wanted to save the very best for this evening of lovemaking, after our wedding,” my Masculine Husband said. 

    “Oh Renaldo my love. Oh you are driving me wild. Oh gracious me. Such a fabulous surprise for our honeymoon night. I’ll treasure these moments forever my love,” I cooed, my hips squirming and my legs wiggling, crazily. 

    I could hardly last very long at this rate. As my tits had grown, my genitalia had shrunk. Yet, my bosom was still delightfully boyish and smallish, so I could still become modestly erect, in spite of the Estrogen I’d been given. At this juncture of Renaldo’s amazing stimulation I was ready to pop.

    “Oh my wonderful lover. Please do not stop. I’m going to explode very, very soon,” I gasped, as I grasped the comforter, desperately. 

    And then, I screeched as the sperm spurted from my penis. As I ejaculated, The fingers of one of Renaldo’s hands griped my penis and slid up and down, jacking me off. Two fingers of his other hand slid in and out of my ass.

    My ass pushed wildly against those two fingers, and I humped my pelvis up off of the mattress as I panted. When I was finished climaxing Renaldo lay by my side, kissing my face and playing with my thick, dark hair. 

    I reached down and felt his rock hard cock, saying, “Oh baby, you are ready, aren’t you, my Big Boy? Oh sweetheart, can I lay on my tummy? You exhausted me with that fantastic orgasm you gave me.” 

    I laid, face down, my head resting upon a big fluffy pillow as my man slid his lubricated erection into my anus. He propped my ass up with another fat, fluffy pillow and really began to screw me right into the mattress. I not only held tightly to my head pillow but began to bite that pillow as I pushed back against his strong pelvis. 

    I knew I was so spent that I couldn’t possibly Cum again. But I knew my Alpha lover was going to literally explode inside of me. Just that very thought, after my amazing climax, put me at complete peace. Renaldo had that special ability of making me feel completely whole, and that I would always be his to fuck.

    As his pace increased I simply leveled out soulfully to receive his warm manly seed. I could feel his strong Alpha hands firmly gripping my shoulders as he drove his hard rod in and out of my anus. And finally I heard Renaldo grunt, and his hot seed streamed deep inside of me. My eyes closed as I sighed and I collapsed into my pillow. 

    The bed seemed to absorb me, my thoughts began to whirl, and my conscious mind ceased to stream. When I next had a clear thought, Renaldo was rubbing my back with one hand and fluffing my hair with the other. 

    “Why don’t we shower together and slip underneath the sheets? In the morning, after breakfast we can go to the beach,” Renaldo said.

    “The beach? Can we fuck on the beach?” I asked.

    “We certainly can. It’s very private. There is a dock and a jetty on each side. 

    “Well darling. Then I’m all in,” I said, kissing him on the lips. 

    My Renaldo was certainly full of surprises in the days that followed our wedding. When we returned to the workplace, a good two weeks after the wedding, he’d had Ms. Melanie rearrange the placement of our office spaces. 

    With me as his Personal Executive Assistant, our offices had been side by side with a connecting doorway. Now, we’d been moved to another area, where I had been placed in an outer office, and his Executive Office was behind mine. Anyone wanting to enter Renaldo’s office had to pass through mine. 

    “You are now the Keeper of the Gate, my love. Anyone with a meeting or appointment with me, must pass through you,” Renaldo announced. 

    That certainly made me feel very special.  There were times when clients had a significant meeting with Renaldo, and he might briefly be on the phone with someone else, and they might need to wait in my office for a brief period. I was frequently inwardly excited or very flattered, when handsome men flirted with me or showed a romantic interest in me.

    A few, I realized, actually mistook me for a pretty female. Though others, who knew me to be Renaldo’s very effeminate Sissy-Boi wife,  still found me attractive and sensuous enough to come on to me in an obviously sexual manner.

    I also recalled shortly after we returned from our honeymoon, having a conversation with Heather who had just been promoted to the position of the Assistant Director of HR.

    “Oh Carlita darling, I just simply adored the wedding. You looked just absolutely gorgeous love. Such a very, very sexy Boi-Bride. We could all tell how happy you were, and how much in love you and Renaldo were,” Heather began.

    “And you were so very correct when you told us that the Cassandra Ceremony would definitely be somewhat unconventional. I mean darling, you were on your knees wearing that cute, ruffled Slave Collar, you Precious Sissy. I mean really, Girlfriend? And those vows? Now, you very well know that very likely, no Genetic Female on Earth would ever agree to Slavishly wait on her husband hand and foot as would a Maid or Servant Girl,” Heather gasped and rolled her eyes. 

    “Seriously Love. But for a Femme-Boi such as you, that’s all part of your life as a Boi-Wife, isn’t it Doll?” Heather asked. 

    “Well yes it is Heather. It certainly is. And it’s why men, like my husband, more and more, look for Boi-Wives, that are exactly like me, dear. Wait one moment Heather. Renaldo? Yes darling. She’s right here. We were just chatting about the Wedding. You can go right in Heather. He’s off the phone now,” I said, as I turned off my cell.

    “Silly girl. I dearly hope you don’t lose your new Boyfriend to a sexy Femme-Boi, that is just like me,” I thought, as I filed my nails and then made my next Hair Appointment. 

 The End 

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