itsmeganprincess: Amber’s New Toy (Part 6)Sissy fiction by MeganprincessJimmy woke up in the m
itsmeganprincess: Amber’s New Toy (Part 6)Sissy fiction by MeganprincessJimmy woke up in the morning to a soft knock at the bedroom door. Walking across the room to open it, the feel of the soft, silky pink panties and lingerie top caressing his body reminded him in no uncertain terms that he was now a she. At least as far as Amber was concerned. And there his best friend’s bratty little sister stood in front of him. All smiles. She was standing there in what she slept in: matching pink Hello Kitty sleep shorts and top. Her eyes twinkled like a cat playing with a helpless mouse.“Good morning princess! Did you sleep well in my girly canopy bed? Did you feel pretty sleeping in your lingerie? Did you dream about hot boys kissing you?”Still half asleep, Jimmy didn’t respond. So Amber kindly prompted him. Lifting his chin with her fingertips so that their eyes locked onto each other, she hissed:“Remember your manners, Jennifer. You respond to me either with a ‘yes, maam’ or a ‘yes, Miss Amber.’’Jimmy was not a morning person. Not at all. And it was perhaps this that made him suddenly grow tired of the whole game. The little runt was playing treating him like a complete pansy. He was going to stand up for himself right now. Pulling his chin away from her fingertips, his voice raised in frustration and exasperation, he replied churlishly:‘No. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m done.’Fast as a streak of lightning, Amber pounced. She firmly grabbed Jimmy’s ear and led him, head pulled sideways, stumbling and surprised by her quickness, to her makeup table and pushed him down into the chair facing the mirror.‘Oh, you’re not doing this anymore, are you? You’re done, sissy? Look in the mirror, Jennifer, and tell me what you see. I’ll tell you what I see. I see a little pussy in panties and lingerie.’Then she reached over his shoulder as he sat and a tapped a button on the open laptop on the makeup table.‘And guess what? This is what everyone else will see if you do not obey me and show respect to your new owner.’The incriminating webpage Amber had designed popped up on the screen. The vivid pictures of the sissy posing in a pretty dress. Pictures of him playing with Barbie dolls on the floor. The video of him prancing around with a purse in the crook of his arm wobbling in high heels with full makeup on and ribbons in his girlishly styled hair. The reality of his situation confronted Jimmy with full force. Amber could see it in every detail of his face as his bottom lip slightly trembled in shame. She began to speak again:‘So, you see, sissy, I will say when this is over. Not you. You are my little prissy toy. I make the rules. And you WILL obey me. Now say ‘yes, Miss Amber, I will be a good obedient girl.’ But make your voice nice and soft and high just like the girl you are.’Eyes downward, staring at his painted fingernails laying uselessly against his bare legs beneath his panties as he sat in the chair, the defeated sissy complied in a very convincing female voice:‘Yes, Miss Amber. I will be a good obedient girl.’A laugh escaped Amber as she listened to her victim’s new girly voice. Sealing his own fate once again. She had secretly recorded the audio for later use if necessary.‘Now, little missy, I think you should be punished. Shall I spank you with my hairbrush? No. Wait. There are things that need to be done around here. I have a better idea. Stay here. Hmm. I better keep you busy. This may take me a few minutes. Here, take one of my notebooks from school and this pink pen. I want you to write 100 times ‘I belong in panties and high heels and lipstick. My name is Jennifer. I am Amber’s sissy. I must obey Miss Amber.’With this, Amber flew out of the room, excited about her newest brainstorm.She returned about 20 minutes later just as Jennifer was completing her assignment. Three pages were filled front and back in pink writing. Line after line of enforced humiliation. But Amber saw yet another chance to break Jennifer down more.‘What’s this, sissy? Why are there not little hearts over each ‘I’? You are to always be super girly and cute. Don’t you know that? Come over to the bed and lay over my lap.’This was so unfair. She hadn’t even told Jennifer how to write the humiliating lines in the notebook. She had only said what to write and to use the pink pen with the fluffy little topper. Now she was leading him by the hand over to the bed where she sat on the edge and pulled him over her lap facedown. Lifting the pink silk babydoll top enough to expose Jennifer’s soft panties, Amber began to rain down hard slaps to his butt. Alternating between the cheeks, Amber spanked harder and harder until her hapless sissy squirmed at first, and then whimpered, and then finally cried real tears while begging for the punishment to stop. This seemed to satisfy Amber. She had woken up confused about her own feelings. Confused about why she had kissed Jennifer the night before. She needed some outlet. Tormenting this little sissy seemed like a good idea and, anyway, it was fun wielding this much power over one of her older brother’s friends. When she finally allowed Jennifer to stand back up, she chuckled to herself as the sissy softly rubbed her spanked, pantied ass and furtively wiped away a tear. Sensing her complete control and mastery over this pansy, she decided to offer no respite:‘Now walk over and pick up the things I dropped by the door and lay them on the bed, sissy. Is your little butt sore? Are you humiliated by getting spanked in pink panties by me? What would Brody say if he saw what just happened? I bet he would tease you about being a wimp. He would definitely wonder how you could be such a pussy as to let his little sister make you wear panties and then spank you until you cried and begged. Oh my God, look at you blushing!! So cute!! Aww!! Good girl. You will just have to make it up to me and then maybe I will be sweet to you again, Jennifer. Lay the things on the bed and let’s look at them one by one.’Arms full, Jennifer dumped the pile of stuff on Amber’s bed.‘Good sissy. Let’s start with the clothes. Hold this up and tell me in your new girly voice what it is Jennifer and describe it in detail.’Hands shaking slightly, Jennifer held up the item and inspected it.‘Umm. It looks like a maid dress, Miss Amber. It’s pink with like a white built-in apron thingie on it. It has like a heart cutout in the fabric above where…where my boobs go. It has like an inch of white lace stuff on the bottom edge that sticks out.’‘Exactly. Good girl!’Over the next few minutes Jennifer was forced to elevate his own humiliation by describing and gushing over white, six inch high, heels and white stay-up fishnet stockings. A frilly white headband. Duster. Lace gloves. Rubber work gloves. Satisfied with Jennifer’s performance, Amber threw a set of matching black panties and bra at the wimp cowering in front of her. Jennifer had become the very picture of submissiveness. In her hands the bra and panties felt almost weightless. They were so sheer and delicate. Only the bottom half of the bra and the center section of the panties were the true color of blackness. The top of the bra and the sides of the panties were mere wisps of delicate, feathery, laciness that were almost see-through. Amber openly took pictures of her as she put them on. Shortly thereafter Jennifer was in full uniform and carrying the duster as she stood on the tallest heels she had worn yet – a bit unsteadily and fully aware that revolt was no longer an option. The short hem of the pink dress exposed the tops of her thighs in the space between where the fishnets began just over her knees. Her darling white lace mesh gloves reached to the middle of her dainty, hairless, forearms. She wore bright red ‘fuck me’ lipstick and her eyelashes were heavy with mascara. Her hair was brushed to swoop down in a long flirty wave over one eye. The hairband adorned with lace ruffling perched perfectly at the top of her head. She was led out of the room to a closet down the hall where brooms and mops and cleaners awaited her. Amber took great delight in handing her a list of chores to do.‘And now, maid, before you start your new job, go downstairs and make my breakfast. I will have cereal and juice and toast. You will serve me here in my bed from a tray and attend to me. Run along sissy. No. Wait. Tell me how happy you are to be my maid. Don’t forget your girl voice. You will always speak to me using your girly voice from now on or get punished. Now begin, sissy.’‘I am so happy to be your maid and serve you, maam. I will be a good girl and do all of my chores.’‘Hmm maybe later I will teach you how to curtsey to your superiors properly. Go make my breakfast, sissy bitch. Careful going down the stairs in your pretty high heels, precious.’The echo of Amber’s words and the devastating giggle that followed haunted Jennifer as she walked out of the door. It was slow going making her way down the stairs in high heels and every time she looked down, the sight of the dainty maid’s dress she was wearing mortified her anew.To Be ContinuedReblog/like and leave comments to show you want more. 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