Millicent's Project

                                                   Millicent's Project      

 

Millicent put the finishing touches on her makeup and arose from her vanity to admire herself in the full mirror. Her short satin skirt hugged her ample bottom like a second skin and her silken top teased her nipples with her every move. She did a little turn on her four inch heels in order to gauge the total effect.

 

She pranced and posed admiring how the tight pink skirt and matching heels were complimented by her loose white blouse. It was sheer enough to let her braless breasts show through in the proper light but still retain a hint of mystery. Her necklace, bracelet and earrings were all of crisp white diamonds that graced her with an aura of reflected light.  Her honey blonde hair was cut in a geometric style that curved around her patrician features. Her nails and lips glistened with the same pink hue as her shoes and skirt. She was very pleased with what she saw and even licked her lips in admiration of her own reflection. All that remained was the fitting of her stockings.

 

She settled into a wide leather chair that was but one of the amenities available to her in her large bedroom. She used the intercom to call her sissy maid and ordered a brandy.  In short time Pansy pranced in wearing a short frilly skirt.

 

Just as he entered Millicent slowly spread her legs in a manner that was sure to reveal the very pouty crux of her silky knickers. Her newly trained sissy wobbled a bit on his heels but was able to firmly set the tray on her side table and kneel before her. She sipped her brandy, crossed her legs and allowed the snug skrt to ride high on her thighs to ensure that she would have Pansy's rapt attention.

 

"Pansy, do you remember your lessons?"

 

"I think so Miss," said the shy sissy.

 

"Pansy, are your eyes wandering beneath my skirt?"

 

I*m er.. sus.. sorry Miss,* stammered Pansy as he dropped his eyes to her feet.

 

Millicent had taught him that viewing her feminine charms was a privilege and reserved only for those times when he was allowed to stroke his boyclit in tribute to her beauty. She commanded her sissy/slave to raise his eyes to her face. Her deep blue eyes captivated him at once and her glossy lips spread into a smile that gave the impression that she was on the verge of doing something very naughty. Ordinarily such an affront would have resulted in a red assed sissy sitting in her closet for several hours. Tonight, however, was very special and she wanted Pansy fresh for the festivities.

 

*Hmm, well, we shall see wont we? You will be very sorry indeed if you fail me on

this special evening.*

"Now, I need you to fit my stockings while I finish my drink. There's a new pair on

my dresser."

 

Staying on his knees, Pansy found the fresh packet of stockings and lay them at Millicent's feet. He removed one pink pump and kissed it before carefully setting it aside. Next, he kissed her pretty pink toes and then begin to fit the first stocking. They were sheer white stayups with a lacy tops adorned with a thin silver filigree. Starting at her toes, Pansy gently placed and smoothed the stocking all the way up her leg. As he began to fit the lacy top around her upper thigh his hands were only inches away from the silky gusset of her panty.

 

Millicent raised her leg quite high just daring the sissy to get distracted from his task and fixate on her sweet Vee. Though his hands trembled, and he kept fluttering his eyes, Pansy was able to fit both stockings while drawing only an occasional disapproving look or raised eyebrow from his mistress. He replaced both pumps with a reverent kiss on the toe of each and sat back in a kneeling position.

 

Millicent took another sip of brandy and critically appraised her creation. His hair was ok. It had grown quite long, had been dyed blonde and styled with coy little ringlets. The lush makeup around his eyes and collagen injections to his bright red lips made him look like the perfect sissy bimbo. His short shiney skirt  barely covered him from neither front nor rear. His little apple breasts showed signs of growth and Millicent was pleased to see that his enhanced nipples were sticking straight out.

 

She was satisfied that her project was near completion. She slid her right foot forward and, with the toe of her pump, raised the hem of Pansy's garment. She smiled in triumph. Just as she had anticipated, his boyclit was engorged to its full five inches. She advanced her foot a bit further, paused to light a cigarette and began to gently tap the toe of her shoe on Pansy's swollen penie.

 

"Pansy, you have not commented on my outfit. Don't you like it?" she asked.

 

Pansy raised his eyes as the elegant woman smiled, drew gently on her cigarette, and crossed her legs again. This time he heard a soft hiss as the movement of her legs caused her sleek stockings to touch.

 

His answer was heartfelt. "Ooh, yes, Mistress. You look beautiful."

 

The lovely woman was exploiting his every fetish. His boyclit had jumped at the touch of Millicent's shoe and now, as her sharp toe toyed with his full balls, a drip of his pentup sissy juice fell silently onto the vamp of her sexy pump. It did not go unnoticed.

 

"Pansy, are you leaking? You naughty sissy! Lick that up right now and go get your penie corset. You will not embarrass me before my guests.'

 

Pansy was pained by the tone of her words but could plainly see that he had soiled her lovely shoe. He bent low and licked the clear fluid from Millicent's pump and then scampered away on his knees to find his chastity sleeve.

 

When  he returned Ms. Millicent was chatting on her cell so he just knelt there and waited until she was finished. She then had him stand as she fitted the penie corset

around his small but excited prick. The base of the device was a wide band that encircled his balls and pulled them from his body. A satin sheath covered most of his straining cockette. It was then laced with a thin pink ribbon that Millicent pulled tightly leaving a cute little bow just where the bulb of his sissy clit poked out of its constraint like a ripe little berry.

 

"Pansy, as you know, I'm expecting guests so make sure all is in order and then go kneel in your punishment corner. I haven't forgotten your wandering eyes nor your sissy drip. You are so lucky my pumps weren't suede."

Millicent then gave the tip of his puffy berry a sharp flick with one manicured nail and ordered him downstairs.

 

"Once Pansy had meekly minced away Millicent parted her legs and touched herself.  Her panties were moist but she was certainly not thinking of Pansy.  No, it was thoughts of Ashley that made her want to bring herself off right there. She did delight in training and using her docile sissy but now she would use him to get what she really wanted and that was dear little Ashley.

 

Tonight was Ashley's birthday and it had taken all her charm and persuasion to coax her young friend into a social gathering. Millicent had wanted to get inside the girl's panties and feel the pretty coed's sexy mouth sucking her pussy from the moment she first saw her.

They had been suitemates at college for only two months before cruel fate had thwarted her plans.

 

ONE YEAR BEFORE:

 

Having obtained her B.A. Millicent had stayed through the summer to begin  her thesis in Behavioral Psychology. She had been working late at the library and it was near closing time when a clearly tipsy girl had wandered in. She had heard the heavy clump of the girl's chunky platforms as she approached. Finally, she had raised her eyes to see who was making so much noise. Standing before her was a disheveled girl dressed in tight white shorts and a short red tee that barely covered her breasts.

 

"Hi," said the girl, "Are you Millicent? I really need to find her."

 

"Yes, I'm Millicent, but I'm rather busy here and, by the way, who the hell are you?"

 

"I'm Ashley and I'm a transfer from Cloverton, Nebraska. My bus was late because of an accident. The dorm office was closed so I couldn't get a key but a nice girl told me I might find you here." "I'm your new suitemate."

 

Millicent curtly closed her laptop, gathered her books and led Ashley to their shared suite. She feared the perky but clueless girl would be a hinderance to her studies and quickly laid down rules regarding Ashley's duties as a suitemate. Dispite her misgivings, the girl did prove to be responsible. She cleaned after herself and did not disturb her needlessly. The exception being on weekends when Ashley would knock at her door then bounce in to model her chosen outfit for the evening and ask Millicent's opinion. She was always dressed very sexy. Short tight skrts, tubetops, and cutoff shorts that left half of her bottom bare were typical. Ashley desperately wanted to shed her small town image and fit in with the young sophisticates at school.

 

While she worked away on her thesis Millicent began to look forward to seeing Ashley in her brazen outfits and felt a growing attraction to the free spirited girl. She constantly thought of seeing her naked and of kissing her. It was all just a fantasy until one night the girl had come home so drunk that she had fallen in the hallway.

Millicent heard the thud, helped Ashley to bed and undressed her. She felt she was doing a good deed but could not deny her arousal as she peeled off her roomies clothes. Those firm midwestern breasts, flat tummy, and long legs were enchanting.  She looked at the groggy girl for a long time then slid in beside her. She held the girl from behind and cuddled her. She began to move her pantied pussy along the curve of Ashley's ass until she silently climaxed.  Her bedmate was so gone that she didn't even notice.

 

Millicent arose early, as usual, and began to prepare breakfast. She was just about to bring Ashley some coffee to awake her when the still groggy girl shuffled into the kitchen wearing only her panties. She looked at the floor and began to sniffle. Looking at Millicent she began to cry.

 

"Oh, Millicent, I think they raped me. I only had one drink and now I can't remember anything." "My pussy and ass are so sore. They may have really hurt me."

 

Millicent had taken her immediately to the clinic where it was confirmed that Ashley had been raped. There was plenty of DNA evidence but with Ashley's lack of memory there was no one to compare it to. They went home where Ashley curled into a little ball on the sofa and refused to move or talk or eat. For a week she drank only water or juice and then announced that she was dropping out of school.

 

She took a job at a local deli and moved into a small room above the store. Only rarely would she admit even Millicent into her messy room. When she did she would hug her friend and sob silently into her breasts. Millicent was well aware of the hot little tears that dripped into her cleavage and made her want to smack the little tease until she could make her understand how much she loved her.

 

Then, one day, Ashley talked more than usual.

"I really love you Mil but I can't get over what has happened. I really hate boys and men. I spit on every sandwich I serve them. Once, I even peed in a guy's beer,"

"If only I could get even and do even worse things to them than they did to me maybe I could move on and tell someone very special how much they really mean to me." With that said, she kissed Millicent's cheek and returned to her tiny bed.

 

Millicent left that day with a mission in mind. She would give her sweet little darling the revenge she needed. Campus gossip was more reliable than most news services and within a month she had her target in sight.

 

Peter was  a cocky but skinny frat boy. He would never be a jock but being a frat lackey allowed him to hang with the cool guys, help them cheat on tests and serve drinks at their parties. Millicent had approached him as he sat in the aboretum just staring at the orchids.

 

With girlish flattery and feigned fascination at his every word she had invited him for dinner. Peter readily accepted and was easily drawn into Millicent's sensual web of seduction, deceit, and ultimate revenge.

 

She began to lace all his drinks and food with female hormones and psychotropic drugs. She would tease him to distraction but refused to fuck him. She did encourage him to go down on her and, if he did well, she would stroke his cock until he came. At first she had him do it into tissues and then into her hand which she made him lick clean. The hormones were having their effect and as he became more docile she stopped touching him at all. After he had licked her pussy she would let him jerk off on her feet. She began to make him feel guilty about the mess he had made and soon had him begging to lick it up.

 

So it was that over six months she had turned Peter into Pansy. After Spring Break, he too had dropped out of school and now spent all his time mincing around Millicent's apartment  cooking, cleaning and doing her laundry. Millicent continued her studies and had incorporated her experiences with Peter into her Masters thesis which she titled  "A Psychological Perspective on Sexual Fetish and Gender Indentifcation."  As Peter became Pansy she noticed that his gradually diminishing cock would still stand firm on certain occasions. It seemed that he loved to see her in heels and short slinky dresses. It intrigued her that his penie would jump whenever she lit a cigarette and had even found him listening at the bathroom door while she tinkled. Yes, her project had gone quite well and would make a fine gift to Ashley so that she could vent her rage against men.

 

Millicent extinguished her cigarette and stood again before the mirror. She closeted her memories of things past and having, once again, assured herself that she looked beautiful she went downstairs to check on Pansy's progress and await her guests.