Literotic asexstories – Donna's Sissy Pt. 04 by skinnysailor,skinnysailor
“Yes, of course. How are you Janet?”
“I’m well, thank you.” Turning to Donna. “Is this part of her training, dear?”
“Sorry Aunt Janet. Marie, you will address my aunt as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Janet’. Understood?”
“Sorry Mistress Janet.”
“Would you like Marie to make tea or coffee before she brings in your bags?”
“How about a drink instead dear?”
“Yes, Marie, two vodka tonics, then bring Aunt Janet’s bags to the guest room and put my car in the garage.”
“Yes Mistress Donna.”
Oh my, Aunt Janet sure doesn’t travel light. It took two trips to hump all her luggage to her room.
In the middle of the week Mistress Donna told me her aunt was coming for a visit on the weekend.
“But isn’t this the weekend you’re going to Montreal?”
“Well, I’m not going ’till Saturday afternoon. Then you and she will have all weekend to get to know each other.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sweetie, Aunt Janet is going to look after you while I’m away.”
“Look after me?”
“Here’s your key. Get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a while.”
“Mistress, all Mistress Janet’s bags are in her room.”
“Thank you dear. Come join us. Get yourself a drink if you’d like.”
“Thank you Mistress.” I got myself a rye and ginger and sat on the love seat across from the couch where they were sitting.
“Aunt Janet was just telling me she’s flying to Paris after she leaves here.”
“That’s a lovely maid’s uniform.”
“Thank you Mistress Janet.” I blush.
“Yes, isn’t it? The white ruffles accentuate the teal velvet. And the square neckline shows off Marie’s boobies.”
“I wondered if they were real.”
“Yes Forty four ‘D’ cups. No more falsies for my sissy.”
“Dear, finish your drink and go start supper.”
We ate together. Janet, or ‘Mistress Janet’ as I was to address her, as guest, sat at the head of the dining room table. This was the first time I got a really good look at her.
Her face was thin. Not gaunt, but thin, with high cheeks and a thin straight nose. Thin lips with bright red lipstick. subtle makeup. Ice blue eye. her silver hair was swept around her head in an elegant do. Her jewelry consisted of pearl earrings and a single row short pearl necklace. Her thin fingers were elegantly expressive as she talked. Her dove grey pleated skirt and jacket over her cream silk blouse was understated, but left no doubt she had a voluptuous figure.
I wondered what she was thinking a few times when she smiled, looked into my eyes and tilted her head slightly sideways.
“Why don’t we go into the den while Marie does the cleaning up?”
“Good idea. So Donna, tell me about this trip to Montreal.”
“All finished, dear? Come, kiss.”
I bent down and kissed my beautiful Donna’s lips.
“Don’t forget Aunt Janet, dear.”
I thought a quick kiss on the cheek, or a chaste peck on her lips, but quick as a snake her hand went behind my head and pulled me to a very hot kiss. Then her hand relaxed. She smiled and looked me in the eyes, then looked down at my boobs, then still smiling, back to my eyes. Was that a tip of tongue? I blushed.
“Go on up dear.”
“Yes Mistress Donna.”
My keys were on the vanity. I undressed, removed my stainless rod cock cage and showered. I chose my knee length pastel yellow satin, puff short sleeve nightie.
I was almost asleep by the time Donna came to bed. She wore her pink satin shortie nightie. She snuggled up to me.
“I’m going to miss my Marie so much.” Kiss. Snuggle. “I ran into doctor Clark. She wondered if you wanted the final step?” She fondled my balls. “Do you want a vagina, dear?”
Control my panic. “NO. No, I don’t dear. I want to keep my stuff.”
“Good. I was hoping that’s what you’d say. I think we have the best of both worlds. Don’t you?”
And with that she slid down,and I was soon growing hard in her tender care.
We shared a nice slow sweet fuck, then cuddled to sleep.
In the morning I left my Donna sleeping. I locked on my pink plastic cage. leaving the keys on the vanity. I pulled up my pink lace panties and my pink underwire bra. I chose my red with little white polka dot swing era style below the knee skirt and long sleeve red satin blouse. On my feet were my burgundy round toe three inch heel pumps.
I went down to the kitchen and started the coffee perk.
“I thought I smelled coffee. Is it ready?”
“Good morning Mistress Janet. It’s almost done.”
She was wearing an ankle length silver satin long sleeve robe. It’s long sash was loosely tied so I had a good view of her swaying boobs. On her feet were spike heel fur trimmed black slippers. Her silver hair flowed across her shoulders.
“How do you like your coffee Mistress?”
“Like a good cock. Black.” She let out a throaty laugh. She stoked my cheek. “You have such a sweet blush, sissy. I’m going to enjoy you.”
“Um.Um. Ah, the coffee’s ready. Here.” I poured her a mug and set it on the table.
“Thank you sissy. Pour yourself a cup and come sit.”
“Thank you Mistress.
We sat and sipped in silence for a bit.
“And tell me, sissy, are you no longer ‘Mark’ at all?”
“No, Mistress, After Mistress Donna’s father’s estate was settled, she decided we didn’t need my income and I could be her full time wife/maid.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet. And are you happy with that arrangement?”
“Oh yes! I came out to everyone, and Mistress Donna knows exactly what I need.”
“And you know what your Mistress needs. Isn’t that right, sissy.”
“There’s that sweet blush again.”
My whole face was then on fire.
“What are you two talking about?”
I jump to my feet. “Good morning Mistress Donna.”
“Good morning dear.” We kiss. She looks stunning as always in her smoky blue trousers and pink cotton ruffle front blouse.
“May I get you a coffee, Mistress?”
“Yes. Thank you dear.” She sits at the kitchen table with Janet. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. that’s a very comfortable bed.”
“I’ve still some prep work for Mondays meeting, so I’ll do that,…thank you dear,” I set down her coffee, “I’ll do that, after breakfast, and after she’s had her breakfast and cleaned up, Marie can give you the tour of the house.”
Mistress Janet had dressed by the time I finished. She wore a knee length dark blue sleeveless pencil skirt dress with a scooped collar line over a long sleeve round collar cream cashmere sweater. Pointed toe, block heel, tan pumps were on her feet, and her hair was back up in an elegant swirl.
She held out her right hand, palm down. I bent over and kissed it.
“Do you have a collar?”
“Yes, a collar sissy, to show you’re owned.”
“Mm. Oh well, never mind. So. The tour.”
After showing her around the house, I unpacked her bags under her direction.
After an early lunch Mistress Donna pulled on the jacket to her pantsuit and declared it was time.
She wore her natural mink jacket, Mistress Janet her lynx cape, and I wore my favorite fur. The silver fox my Mistress bought me all those years ago, my first fur. When I was just learning to be a lady.
The ladies sat in the back and talked as I drove us to Pearson Airport.
Then it was a quick kiss on the cheek outside ‘Domestic Departures’ and “Be a good girl for Aunt Janet.” And she was gone.
I know it was only for a few days, but it still choked me up.
“Sissy, do you have your credit card in your purse?”
“Good. Put this address in the GPS.”
It took us to a high end equestrian supply store.
“Good morning ladies. May I help you?”
“Good morning. I’m Janet DeVreis. I spoke to a Ms. Ward last week.”
“Hello, I’m Louis Ward. Your order is ready. Please come this way.”
We went through a curtained doorway at the rear of the show room.
“Hold this.” Mistress handed me her fur cape.
“Sizes can vary a bit, so I’ve got a few for you to try. These are a size six.”
Mistress tried several pair of shiny black spike heel riding boots before deciding on which ones.
“Now, here are the three style of riding crop.”
Mistress Janet chose a red woven leather one with a little square flap at the working end.
“And, finally, this.”
“On your knees sissy.”
‘This’ was a wide pink leather collar with a locking latch at the back and a big gold ring at my throat. Mistress stroked my hair after locking it in place. “Good girl. Stand up. Careful with my cape.”
“Is there anything else I can interest you in Ms DeVreis? We have an exclusive show room for discriminating clients like yourself.”
After showing Mistress some of the special items in the windowless locked show room we returned to the front of the store.
“While Karen wraps your purchases, how will you be paying?”
“Give me my cape, sissy, then give Ms. Ward your credit card.”
I’m not sure if she thought she was calming my nerves as we drove home, or what.
“My first husband Reggie was quite a bit older than me. He called me ‘his princess’ and always looked after me so well. The jokes were so cruel, when he died, about older men marrying young gold diggers. Some of his married friends even tried hitting on me shortly after the funeral. Can you imagine?
“My second husband, Jay, was my age. I let him keep his job. It paid well after all, but I just didn’t have the control of him. When he decided he wanted a divorce I had no leverage, really.
“That’s why I approve of Donna keeping you home. You’ve been out off the work force for a while, so it’d be hard to leave. Right sissy?”
I nodded. I couldn’t imagine leaving my Donna. Ever.
“Well sissy,” I guess Mistress Janet is never going to call me ‘Marie’, “Lets get a look at your wardrobe. I can’t tolerate my sissy maid dressed so casually.”
“Get undressed, bra too, and put on this one.” She selected my black satin mini maid dress. It’s scooped neckline barely covered my nipples. and the white trim drew the eyes to my boobies. It’s fluffy crinoline lifted the skirt out. She selected my garter belt and white nylons. “Wear these” she tossed my most extreme black ankle straps onto my bed.
“Re-do your makeup. I like my sissy looking slutty. I’ll be in the den. DON’T dawdle!”