A Walk in the Park

Visiting Aunt Val to see her new sissy, Geraldine, Gerry for short, and
take her to the Nancyville Sissy Park for the afternoon. Aunt Val
retired and donated Georgie her old sissy to Public Service. It was a
wonderful warm and sunny day for a visit to the Park. On the way to
Auntie's sissies and their owners were out promenading and shopping all
along the way. No vehicles are allowed in this section of Nancyville
except for the little electric trolley with several open cars in tow.
There was quite a bustle in the warm weather. The sissies for the most
part wore either miniskirts or hot pants with alter tops, or tubetops,
some had sports bras, and a few wore open blouses tied at the waist.
Several wore no tops. One caught my eye because of his pert puffy
breasts. Obviously his owner was showing him off. As always there were
sissies with no clothes at all except for sandals. They were usually
being punished and forced to parade around naked in the shopping area.
They almost always had reddened bottoms and walked with their heads down
in shame.

I walked up the steps to Auntie's townhouse and rang the bell. The door
opened and Auntie was standing, super fashionably dressed as always with
her arms out wanting a hug. She pulled me into her large bosom, grabbed
my behind and gave me a wet kiss before forcing her tongue into my
mouth. She knew this turned me on and there would be no time to proceed
to the intended conclusion of such an introduction. She was a big tease.
Letting me go she thanked me profusely for taking Gerry off her hands
for the afternoon. Since he was new she did not want to leave him in
Sissy Day Care yet and thought it too cruel to keep him caged up for the
day.

I heard the door close, turned and saw Aunties new perfect Sissy. He was
terribly cute, thin and so young looking in his plaid, pleated
miniskirt with a tailored open silk blouse. Just three buttons cinched
it above the navel. He was so delicate, his boy breasts and stomach so
softly defined. Strong musculature is frowned upon in a sissy. He was
wearing knee socks and saddle shoes. He had diamond stud earrings and a
diamond choke that made his alabaster skin look translucent. I could not
detect even a hint of makeup. His pale blue eyes and short blond pixie
style hair made the perfect schoolgirl.

Aunt Val told him to show me his panties and he lifted his dress to show
me his pearly white silk panties with Souvenir of Nancyville Sissy Park
embroidered on them. She said she still had them from the first time
she had brought Georgie there. I could see Gerry's little package
testing the stretch of the panties. I would soon be seeing everything as
sissies were allowed no clothing in the Park. She then lamented on how
she had to let Gerorgie go but though he was a good worker he had lost
his enthusiasm for his duties and he was starting to get saggy. Public
Service always needed good workers she said cheerily, gazing at her new
acquisition.

With a goodbye kiss to Auntie Val and admonishment from her that Gerry
had not yet been broken-in, I took Gerry's hand and we walked out into
the sunshine. We strolled casually towards Sissy Park and as we got
closer the street was becoming more crowded. The sissies got louder and
more exuberant as we approached the gates. In the Park they would be as
free as they would ever be in Nancyville. Along the other side of the
street many nude sissies with chastity devices and plugged were
hurriedly being escorted to Sissy Day Care adjacent to the Park. Their
owners needed to get to work or run errands without a sissy in tow or
had trysts with lovers where sissies were of no use. I produced Gerry's
pass and we were separated. He would have to check his clothes and since
this was his first time visiting the park be inspected and oriented to
the rules. I waited in anticipation of her exit from the building.

Gerry appeared even more delicious than I imagined, her hipbones
slightly apparent accentuating the softness of her belly descending to
her genitals. I was delighted that he was circumcised and though flaccid
he was larger than expected, larger than Georgie had been. This excited
me. His diamond earrings and choke had been removed and he was wearing a
pink plastic collar with "Gerry" stamped on it. This was a practical
matter as sissies in the Park especially on a day like this would be
getting wet. His face was slightly blushed; I am sure from what he had
been told in orientation. I took his hand and we started out.

Almost immediately a fine looking woman in a white lab coat and only a
short lab coat and spiked heels approached us. She noticed Gerry was new
and offered a free prostate exam. I willingly volunteered him mostly to
see his reaction. She took his hand and led him into a cordoned off
area, in full view of the public. She had him stand before a small
wooden table about 2' high and with her arm gently bent him forward
until his head rested on the table. She nudged his legs apart with her
foot and a service worker came up with a tray. She took a glove and
snapped it on her hand and dipped it into a jar of lubricant. She then
slowly worked the sissy's rosebud before burying her finger to the max.

I saw Gerry grimace. She told another worker with a clipboard that the
prostate was small and smooth, healthy. Without removing her finger she
asked me if she could take a sissy cream sample for her data research
and without hesitation I said of course. Still with her finger up the
sissy's bum, she helped him up onto the bench. He was now on all fours
and turning red in the face. The worker with the tray stepped forward
and she dipped her ungloved hand into the lubricant and began smearing
Gerry's sack with it. An excited crowd was forming to view the
procedure.

She slowly moved her hand up and down the boy's scrotum slowly and
rhythmically. She whispered something into his ear and Gerry started
moving back and forth onto her finger. She smiled and no longer moved
her hand but let the boy fuck her closed fist. I saw his fast shallow
breathing and his shoulders and breasts were turning red. He moved
faster and faster. Another worker was holding a small wide mouthed
beaker to the end of Gerry's penis and then -Spurt. The sissy came,
spurt after spurt filling the beaker. A sigh permeated the crowd and
applause broke out from the ladies and giggles from the sissies. The
Doctor finally pulled her finger out from his behind, held up the beaker
and remarked about the incredible volume, praising Gerry. A worker
cleaned the sissy and the Doctor helped him off the bench and gave him a
peck on the cheek. She told me I was fortunate to have such a fine
sissy.

We stopped at the refreshment stand to replenish Gerry's energy. Only
water, fat free skimmed milk and some low sugar fruit juices in plastic
sippy cups are available for sissies. No alcohol is allowed to sissies
in public. I had a large variety of beers, wines, liqueurs and mixed
drinks to choose from. I ordered a beer and a skimmed milk. The drinks
were served by a public service sissy, a sippy cup of milk and one rice
wafer and a stein of beer and Spanish nuts for me. The Nancyville
Authority is very strict on sissy diets and exercise. In public settings
sissys are allowed no meat, starches or sugars. Only Salads A, B, and C
are served in any restaurant to sissies. A is a lettuce based vegetable
salad, B is a fruit salad and C is a warm vegetable salad. No desserts.

In Sissy Day Care very restrictive meals are served to protect sissies
from gaining weight. Sissies are strenuously exercised in aerobic and
flexibility routines as stamina and flexibility are prized traits due to
the sexual nature of demands required of them. Weight training and
resistance training are strictly prohibited to sissies though their
owners regularly work out with this type of equipment. Sissy owners tend
to be quite strong and their sissies though fit are quite weak. Upon
entering Public Service all sissies are castrated so they need less
supervision. Privately owned sissies must be attended always by their
owner or surrogate owner (as I am with Gerry) and private owner may only
have two sissies or hire women to supervise more. One woman may only
supervise two sissies at most.

In the Public realm teams of castrated sissies are supervised by a woman
and an electronically collared worker may work on his own but is
remotely supervised. In the park there are many collared workers under
video surveillance. Subgroups of males are strength trained to do hard
physical labor such as delivery and construction work. They live in
barracks or in wards on the work site as in the Park. It is a
considerable expense to own a sissy. There are licensing fees, and
inspection fees and the laws protecting sissies from abuse such as being
left unattended in homes, caging is allowed for up to four hours.

Many women strive to own a sissy. That is why Day Care is so popular as
the sissy is fed and exercised to meet semiannual check ups. Sissies
give great pleasure to these women. They are trained to be excellent
cooks, to do housework and can lap pussy hours on end. They provide
entertainment in small settings. All sorts of perverse pleasure is
derived by controlling them and commanding them to do the most sordid
things to each other. Today I am having the pleasure of a fine sissy
under my command and it thrills me. I can hardly wait to get Gerry in
private. Aunt Val allows the benefit of certain sexual pleasures from
her sissy to me in her presence such as oral sex on my pussy and tits
but Val herself is even more gratifying than Gerry would be except for
extended sessions of carpet munching. More later about Nancyville
culture and history. Now I hear the siren song of the Sissy Carousel
calling.

I want Gerry to experience this carnival ride. Sissies are lined up for
the ride. The Carousel has 12 animal figures. Beautiful carved topless
females form the center with calliope music emanating, are calling the
sissies to ride the animals of the sea world. Arched Orcas, Dolphins,
Seahorses, Narwhales and other creatures make up the carousel from the
top of the creatures a saddle with a peg form the seat and there are
stirrups on the side for mounting the large enameled figurines. Gerry is
mounting a dolphin. I can see he is pretending to be seated from the
strain in his thighs and calves. He is really straining to keep from
seating himself on the peg, but as the Carousel starts to move the
stirrups drop and the sissy is now impaled firmly on the peg with no
traction to move up.

I saw his expression of surprise when the stirrups dropped. Some sissies
squealed as the Carousel turned faster and faster, the creatures moving
up and down. Gerry's eyes started to glaze over; I heard tell the pegs
vibrated. All the sissies were hard, several sissies shot their loads.
Gerry was fully extended but was trying desperately to maintain control
as he had been trained. The ride slowed and stopped. Gerry dismounted
still hard. As the sissies filed off the Carousel a team of service
workers hosed down and scrubbed it. The pegs were wiped to sterilize
them for the next group. The sissies went through a sort of car wash.
First they were soaped, then rinsed and then blow dried.

As they exited they were bent over a bench and inspected and smear of
lubricant was applied to their rosebuds with a gun. The stainless steel
nozzle sterilized after each application. Gerry was hyperventilating to
keep control when I took his hand and had him sit on a pegged bench. I
sat next to him. He seemed very distracted. I placed my hand on his
upper thigh letting my little finger caress his sack. That was too much.
He spurted half way into the path. Fortunately no women were walking by.

A service worker came forward with a bucket and cleaned the path and
then approached Gerry to clean him off. I heard the worker thank Gerry
for the spectacle, I recognized Georgie's voice. I looked to see how he
had changed. Obviously a piece of him was missing. But he had a crew cut
and had gained some weight probably from the hormones and drugs used to
make the workers docile and compliant. He recognized me and asked if
Gerry was my sissy. I told him yes not wanting to tell him Gerry was his
replacement. He said she was quite pretty and if it had been the old
days he would have fucked her silly. This was an insolent remark but
with all that happened to Georgie I let it pass.

He was spending too much time with us and a tall woman supervisor in a
blue uniform wanted to know what was going on. I told her I knew Georgie
before and we were talking. She rebuked #32 as she called him and told
me he was working and that his visiting hour was the first Sunday of the
month from 8PM to 9PM. Georgie said I am sure I'll see you mockingly.
The supervisor immediately tasered him and told him to report to closest
discipline station. Gerry was shocked to see all of this and tears
formed in her eyes. The supervisor then chastised me for fraternizing
with public servants and gave me a warning. Punishment for someone like
myself if found guilty would be to sexually service female supervisors
for an evening, an obvious incentive to find fault. I told her I was
sorry and it would not happen again, thinking how bitter her snatch
would taste.

I dried Gerry's tears and told him not to worry. We set out on our next
adventure. A dildo race was about to start. This was a contest inspired
by a late 20th century cartoonist named Kami Tora. There were ten long
benches with increasingly longer and wider dildoes spaced about 18
inches apart up the length of the bench, 12 in all. The contestants were
required to seat themselves on each one before proceeding to the next.
There were judges to make sure the sissies were completely seated before
moving on. A disqualification was worse than losing. A disqualified
contestant was bent over in a stock and all the other contestants fucked
him in order of their finish in the race.

The winner could choose any contestant after third place to fuck. The
third place finisher received a blowjob simultaneously from the winner's
choice. Second place finisher could choose any of the other losers for a
blow job. All the acts were publicly displayed. This was no contest for
Gerry to enter but I think we both enjoyed watching when the start horn
sounded and the contestants waddled up the benches and squatting over
each dildo. They moved really fast at first but then as the dildoes got
larger the race slowed. It practically stopped before the last two
enormous dildoes as the contestants hesitated before moving on. They had
no choice.

The audience groaned along with the contestants as they sat on the last
two dildoes. After the first three contestants finished the race was
called to the relief of the rest and to keep their bumholes a little
tighter for the winner. The losers moved over to a showing bench and got
on all fours for display and to be chosen as prizes for the finishers.
It was quite exciting to see. Many owners were letting their sissies
play with each other in the audience during the race. I think Gerry was
as distracted by viewing them as much as by the race. There was spurting
everywhere and service workers were all over cleaning up. Gerry had his
six inches standing straight out again. I pretended I didn't notice as
we moved on.

We stopped at another refreshment stand. It was warm out. I ordered
another beer and a juice for Gerry. Two women sitting near us were
holding hands and rubbing their knees together under the table. Their
sissies were standing drinking from their sissy cups both with hard-ons
from watching their mistresses. The women stopped and looked a little
embarrassed. They called over a woman supervisor and asked if their
sissies could be escorted to sissy Day Care. We overheard the women had
just met and wanted to retire to one of their flats without their
sissies. They pulled out chastity devices and butt plugs from their
purses, slapped their sissies' penises repeatedly until they softened
and locked them up. The sissies bent over and were plugged.

The matron attached leads to their collars and led them off. I told
Gerry that the women displayed selfish behavior because when you bring a
sissy to the park it should be his day. They should have at least let
the sissies wank each other off to get soft but of course women rule. I
was getting Gerry on my good side. Not that I needed to but I preferred
a willing sissy unlike Aunt Val who enjoyed confronting a rebellious
nature. I wasn't sure why she had acquired Gerry who unlike Georgie was
always testing authority and paying the consequences. Gerry seemed so
eager to please and obviously well trained. At the Park release was
allowed anywhere, anytime but he was still sporting his full erection
and I am sure was ready to spurt with the slightest extra stimulus. I
enjoyed seeing him holding back. I was sure he couldn't hold out much
longer. I was going to take him to Copulation Station next. Knowing he
didn't have his Breaking-In Ceremony yet I could not enter him but we
could watch. If he didn't blow his wad there, I would take him to
Masturbation Station and enter him. I doubt if he would make it to the
podium before giving up his sissy cream.

At Copulation Station sissies entered a large holding pen and were
herded into one of two tunnels where they filed in a single line. They
could not see anything but a light at the end. The lines were formed
randomly and they had no idea who they would be paired with. One sissy
from the right and left ascended the podium. A scantily clad female
referee tossed two coins if both came up heads the sissy to the right
would be the fuckee, if both came up tails the sissy to the left would
assume the position. If the coins were mixed, the referee would toss
again. On the podium there was a raised bed platform. The fuckee could
assume one of three positions, on all fours, on his back with his legs
spread and pulled back or in a fetal position.

The sissies had already been greased for either role in the tunnel and
in anticipation were almost always fully erect and ready by the time
they hit the stage. Rutting was almost immediate. The fucker was
required to withdraw and spurt on the fuckee and then lick him clean. It
was great fun to watch. I was holding Gerry's hand and it was hot and
sweaty. After watching several bouts, we moved on. He was taking short
deep breaths again. I knew he was ready to spurt when I entered him at
Masturbation Station. I saw him disappear in the tunnel and appear
several minutes later on stage with a tall dark skinned sissy with small
breast implants.

She was very exotic with sloe colored almond shaped eyes and large lips.
They both had six inch erections though the other girlyboy was thicker.
They were guided to center stage each by a young girl and were directed
to kiss and lick each others necks. They were pushed together and the
more experienced dark sissy did what came naturally and started rubbing
cock to cock. Both came simultaneously. She dropped to her knees and
licked Gerry clean. Gerry's hands were on her shoulders steadying
himself from fainting. The girl got up and gently guided Gerry to his
knees where he cleaned the Dark princess expertly. She turned to leave
the stage but Gerry held her back at the thighs and buried his head
between the girl's cheeks.

The audience gasped at the improvisation. The usherettes didn't quite
know what to do. The tall sissy didn't move forward, in fact she backed
up onto Gerry's tongue and performed a little wiggle. A Supervisor
appeared and pulled the sissies apart and they were led off stage to the
applause of the audience. When I met Gerry at the exit after his
cleaning I noticed his bottom was reddened and he told me the Supervisor
took him over her knee and spanked him. He told me she said she enjoyed
the show as much as anyone but she had to maintain rules in case there
was a complaint of independent sissy behavior. It was a mild spanking
and afterwards she kissed him. Gerry seemed proud. It was all quite
amusing. I really needed to find out more about this sissy of Auntie
Val. I was developing a great and inappropriate affection for him.

He was quite calm now after this third spurt of the day. I asked him
about his past. I knew Aunt Val had purchased him from a broker from the
outlands. He told me where he grew up men and women were equal in rights
and he was raised as a normal boy until age 12. He had only recently
discovered girls and masturbation. One day while walking home from
school, he was abducted and brought to a remote farm. He saw the men
being paid by an elderly woman with long silver-white hair dressed as a
man. He was stripped and quarantined in a small cage for several weeks.
He had lost track of time. He was collared; allowed out daily for
feeding from a bowl on the floor, exercised by being tethered to a
treadmill, bathed by one of two women dressed as nurses with their
garters showing from short dresses.

They were both well endowed and their breasts were straining to burst
out of their tight uniforms. He was taught to use a chamber pot and
squat like a girl in their presence. He was masturbated five times a day
sometimes while still in his cage. In the evening he was layed out on a
table and the nurses would open their blouses and let him suckle while
they wanked him. Otherwise he was completely isolated. He became
addicted to their company. They told him resistance was futile and that
if he obeyed and respected his superiors he would be well taken care of
otherwise he would be severely punished. He told me, he saw no reason to
resist yet. One day he was bathed and oiled in and out and seated at a
mirror. He hadn't seen himself in some time. His blond hair had grown
longer.

His hair was cut coiffed like the Dutch Boy ads he had seen. His skin
seemed lighter and so smooth. He thought he looked like a girl. A new
young girl only slightly older than him came into the room. She wore a
plain black short sleeve oriental dress with slits up the sides exposing
her thighs. She wore red brocaded satin slippers. Her face was made up
like an oriental porcelain doll with defined rouged circles on her
cheeks and a blood red heart shaped lips. She applied coloring to his
lips, eyes and cheeks, had him stand and reddened his breasts and
backside. His nails were clear lacquered and his leather collar was
removed and replaced with a satin choke with a bow on one side. He got
excited looking at himself being transformed.

The girl told him that was a good sign but he had to learn to control
himself and that he was never to touch himself-ever. She had him get on
all fours and wanked him into the chamber pot. She had him put on a
short silk dressing gown. He was then escorted through a long hall with
life size photographs of nude boys that looked very much like him. His
escort opened a door into a darkly lit room with an oriental carpets and
bronze sculptures of nude pubescent boys and girls in all sorts of
poses, paintings of orgies and all sorts of erotic art. He looked all
around trying to take all it in. He saw the two nurses, their white
uniforms glowing in the darkened room. He heard a voice, "Gerald, come
here sweetheart."

He followed the voice and saw between the nurses an old woman, as old as
his grandmother seated in a red leather upholstered chair. She was
wearing an open dressing gown like his and her saggy breasts were
exposed. She had her legs crossed sitting to one side. She had small
young girl's feet. She had long silver and white hair done up most
exquisitely. He stood in front of her. Gerry told me he was so scared
at this point he had a shriveled up penis .Gerry continued his story.
The old woman smiled at him and told him she had an eye on him since he
was eight and would be a perfect candidate for her training school. She
said he was such a lovely boy.

She opened his gown and sighed. She told him to turn around and he felt
her hand caressing his buttocks. He heard her say - Yes. Her hands
guided him around. She brought her hands down to his penis and caressed
it. It swelled immediately. She turned to the two nurses nodding
approvingly and told the young escort to bring him to her bedchamber. He
was escorted down a long hall and then up a set of narrow stairs. He
learned later these were the backstairs for the servants use. Again
oriental carpets on wooden floors dimly lit with sconces on the walls,
on the right was an ornate door with three carved naked women dancing in
a circle.

The young girl opened the door and he followed her in. A huge bed was
situated in the middle of the room with four carved posts and a canopy,
gauze curtains fell to the floor. On one side were two small steps and
an opening in the curtains. The young girl led him to the steps and took
his gown off and told him to lie on the bed on his back and wait for
Mistress Sabine. The ceiling of the canopy was mirrored but the lighting
was too dim to see more than his form. He heard some noise and the old
lady's voice telling Candy, the young girl to remove her clothes and
join them as she might need assistance with the virgin boy. By this time
his pole was sticking straight up. He saw Candy assisting the old woman
up the steps onto the bed.

Candy seemed flatchested for a girl. The woman guided her breast to his
mouth. He suckled hard at her nipple. It felt different from the full
breasted nurses but still very pleasant. She told Candy to handle his
first spurt, and he felt a warm wetness engulf his member. He could not
believe his masturbatory dreams had come true and he was actually
fucking a girl. Then he felt a tongue swirling around his cock and teeth
gently nibbling. He realized he was getting a blow job not a fuck. He
felt a finger around his anus. In it went.

Het told met he shot his load immediately. He heard the Mistress
whisper, "Fast and quick like a jackrabbit, but you will learn." Candy
was licking him clean and the Mistress told her to kiss him. He opened
my eyes to see her beautiful wet lips approaching with his mouth
slightly open, she plunged her tongue deep inside. He tasted slimy sperm
and began to choke. She sucked his tongue back into her mouth and she
pulled him over on top of her when he felt a boner and realized he was
soft. He pulled back. "You're a boy." Yes, the Mistress said but more
than just a boy. She told him not to resist and to think how much
pleasure he had just received. She said Candy would take him to where
his wet dreams took him. She told him to kiss Candy's cock. "But I am a
boy," he persisted. "Yes, but you can become so much more than a lovely
boy if you let yourself." She prodded his head to Candy's cockstand,
with tears in his eyes he sucked on his first cock. Mistress Sabine
urged him on, telling him how much pleasure he was giving Candy and that
Candy was experiencing wave after wave of near-orgasm, that women could
experience orgasm after orgasm but the nearest men could achieve was
near orgasm until they spent. She was telling him as Candy arched and
pulled back that Candy was trained not to spurt until ordered to do so
and that he would be trained likewise.

She told him to get ready to swallow as much as he could and told Candy
she could let go. He tried hard to swallow as mush as he could but he
gagged as he swallowed and drooled. Mistress Sabine congratulated him
and said he did well for his first time. He was still crying from mixed
emotions of shame and accomplishment. She told him to lick Candy clean
and that he must always clean up after himself. On all fours he was
licking Candy's belly and the Mistress moved over her face and lowered
herself onto Candy's mouth and rocked back and forth with a low chant of
moaning. She took his hands to her breasts and then she pulled him up
and kissed him with her tongue plunging deep to the back of his throat.
To his disbelief he was getting hard again with this ancient woman. She
had him lie down and transferred her slit from Candy's to his mouth. It
was wet and hot.

He went on telling me this exciting tale. He naturally slipped his
tongue in as far as it could reach. He felt Candy's mouth on his cock
again and bucked and arched and licked and sucked. It took longer but
still he could not help himself and spurted. He felt Candy swallowing
every last drop. He slowed down with his tongue but felt a finger
entering him. He didn't know whose nor did he care. Mistress Sabine told
him it was not over and just because he had come he must continue giving
pleasure until told enough. He kept licking and plunging his tongue in
her snatch for what seemed like an hour when she finally dropped off his
face and let out a sigh. Candy was on her other side and took his hand
and laid it on Mistress Sabine's pussy along with hers. He heard the
steady breathing of sleep and fell asleep himself.

This is how he first learned that pleasuring women was to become his
primary purpose. Later he learned the alternatives as well. Still later
he learned many things from Mistress Sabine's schooling before being
purchased by Auntie Val and brought to Nancyville. Gerry told me he had
1001 stories but that I probably wouldn't be interested in listening to
a sissy like him. I didn't tell him but his story excited me and I did
want to hear more of his tales as much I wanted to tell him tales of
Nancyville.

THE END

By Lise Blonde