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For his first attendance upon the Housemaster my friend, Rustle Sweeting, was dressed by Matron as a delightful little girl. He wore lemon silk panties with pretty lace panels at both legs, with frills and ruffles across the back of his babyish panties.

Instead of a blouse and sissy pants like me, he was smothered in layers of lovely girls petticoats from his shoulders reaching down to his hips, with oceans of frothy lace spreading outwards at the level of his waist. Poor Rustle. He cried bitter tears as he was dressed in a girls' party dress in lemon satin, with ever such a wide collar of smooth white satin round his shoulders edged with a satin frill, while a deep sash of white satin fastens into a big bow at the back of his waist. Matron fussed over and petted him without mercy and Oh how lovely he looked with his lips so red and kissable and his shoulder length blonde hair in soft curls! He looked so adorable I could have hugged and kissed him there and then.

We were brought into Mr. Bullins apartment, held in each hand by Matron Tightcuffs. The Housemaster is a big man, usually very gruff with boys but on these occasions very friendly. He inspected each of us in turn as we sat on his knee, checking our blouse and dress buttons, feeling our panties, and checking that the skin of our bare thighs was soft and perfumed properly. While he was doing this, we had to tell him how girlish and sissy we really are, speaking and moving in the way Matron teaches all the Sweetboys in her Saturday afternoon Feminine Behavior lessons. Ah, those afternoons! Matron's lovely niece Caroline is often there and she simply adores boys in skirts.

Unfortunately Mr. Bullins wanted me to sit on his knee while Matron fastened Rustle into his girlie chair. It was a high chair, with Rustle's white gloves fastened down by his sides out of the way and his knees fastened well apart at the sides of the chair. He sobbed
quietly while Matron pinned the front of his dress and petticoats up, and Rustle's lemon silk panties were revealed for Mr. Bullins and me to look at.

There was a pretty point stretched out at the front of the boy's silk panties, revealing his unwilling excitement and confusion.

And I must confess there was a point in my panties as well, because Mr. Bullins had loosened my satin pants and slipped his hands inside so that he could feel all over my little panties as I sat on his knee. He seemed to like it as I became ever more restless, sliding my pantied bottom desperately on his lap as my peeny became more and more helpless in his fingers, and I grasped his arms feebly in an effort to defend myself. The big man chuckled and said I was a " dainty little thing." I wished my sissy feelings had not made me so weak!

"Behave yourself boy!" says Matron, pulling my arms behind me and holding them there so that my bloused breasts are at Mr. Bullins' mercy. "Let the Master examine you!"
I whimper with worry as his hands fondle my breasts through my blouse, and soon he is unbuttoning my pretty pants and slipping them down onto my bare thighs, so that my panties are exposed for everyone to see my helpless excitement. My peeny is so very hard and stretching my panties outwards and upwards in a most embarrassing way.
Matron Tightcuffs brings poor Rustle's high chair very close, so that our bare knees are just inches apart, and she insists that the blubbering boy will confess to Mr. Bullins why he is so erected inside his pretty girls' panties.

"Oh sir, it… it's because I am wearing this lovely satin DRESS, sir… It makes me feel like a GIRL. It's so PRETTY--- !"

Mr. Bullins begins to breath heavily as he feels my cock swelling even more in his fingers inside my silky panties as I wriggle on his knee between his strong arms.
"Tell Mr. Bullins and this other stupid little Sissy what pretty parts of your dress make you feel so soppy, Rustle," orders Matron Tightcuffs as she pretties his wide satin collar around his shoulders and tucks and plucks his lovely puffed sleeves at his shoulders.
Rustle starts to cry as everyone watches him in his crimson embarrassment.

"Oh dear (sob, sob), I … I feel so girlie in a party dress with… with little girlish buttons at the back of the collar… going down to… to the waist of my dress. And my dress collar… it's… it's a GIRLS' collar, all shiny white satin, with a frill all round the edge. I am so like a little six-year-old girl! Ohhhh, boo-hoo-hooooo !!!"

Mr. Bullins is enjoying the boy's misery, and instructs Matron to add to it.
"Sissy Rustle needs to be made even more baby-girlish, Matron. He is crying like a pathetic little baby girl. He must be dressed like one." Mr. Bullin's voice is thick now and his eyes are staring at poor Rustle's bulging panties. His fingers keep toying with my peeny, making me gasp.

Matron picks up a large bonnet of lemon satin, lined throughout with rich white satin, and with deep white ribbons over the top, trailing in streamers at the front. She fits it over Rustle's hair as he weeps and blubbers helplessly, and does the ribbons into a huge yellow bow at his left cheek.

"This is a pretty bonnet for a cry-baby girlie," she smiles at him. "See, it has lovely girlish buttons sewn into the smooth lining, all round the deep wings, so that you can see your pretty white bonnet buttons while you are looking at Mr. Bullins and soppy Simon here."
Then she fastens a very pretty bib of pink and white rubberized satin round his neck, as wide as his shoulders and frilled round the circular edge. Across the bib it says: "I am a little Sweetie".

Matron fastens the bib into a big bow at the back of Rustle's bright yellow satin bonnet.
"Isn't he a lovely little Sweetie, Mr. Bullins," she smiles, tucking and arranging the front edges of his bonnet from behind so that the Housemaster can enjoy seeing how horribly embarrassed and tearful the boy is in his bonnet and dress. As I look at the wriggling and bleating 'girlie', I am overcome by delicious emotions of sissiness and girliness. I try to fight it but its no use. I desperately want to become Mr. Bullins Panty-boy.

"Oh sir," I cry, sliding lower on his knee in my blissful sissiness, "I must be a frilly Sissyboy for you, sir… I want to be more pretty and soppy like this awfully pretty girlie."
The Housemaster pulls me back up on his knee and chuckles.

"You are already as pretty and as cute as can be, you silly, perverted little blouseboy. But you need to be got ready for kissing your Master!"

He indicates to Matron, and soon she is fastening a special 'sissy collar' round my neck inside the collar of my blouse. It is in crisp pink and white stripes, and it stands up around my head, taller than my hair, with two long points in front of me.

"Sissy blouse boys need sweetly buttoned punishment collars," explains Matron Tightcuffs, describing the rows of pretty white pearled buttons along the inside edges of my dreadfully embarrassing collar. It is buttoned up the front of my throat, then Mr. Bullins slips me off his knee and stands in front of me. We can all see the strain his trousers are under and I blush with pleasure to think that my sissiness has helped to excite him so much.

"Well Sissy Simon!" says Matron. "Don't you want to see Big Daddy?"

"Oooh yes Matron!" I gasp and begin to unbutton the master's flies. I reach into his shorts and my fingers touch the fat hardness of his cock. It’s so hard and big I give a little girlish squeal. I can just get my slender fingers round the shaft to pull it out into the open air.
"OH SIR!" I cry as the enormous organ, dark and deeply veined with lust makes me swoon with sissy longing.

"Oh sir… Sir, PLEASE may I kiss Big Daddy sir… PLEEEEEEEEASE !"
I fall on my knees and holding me by the pink and white collar, the Housemaster pulls my eager mouth towards the big, velvety, purple knob. My tongue gently licks it all over while he gives a series of low moans. I withdraw a little to moisten my lips and look up into his eyes, which are almost closed.

"Take it sweet sissy-boy!" he moans thrusting it forward. My mouth opens and I devour the whole knob

Mmmmmnnggg mmmmph nnnnngggg!

Gently and reverently my lips slide inch after inch down the rigid length of the Housemaster's cock and it disappears into my sucking mouth and down my throat.
Meanwhile Matron is displaying poor Rustle for the Master's added pleasure. His lemon silk panties are pulled down to reveal a small but perfect little penis standing up hard against his tummy.

"Sissy Rustle is so excited by his lovely, frilly feelings Housemaster. I think he wants you to feel the hardness of his pretty little penis. Is that not so dear?"

"Y-yes please Sir," Rustle manages to say before breaking into more sobs.
Mr. Bullins leans forward and I feel myself buried in his crotch as I continue sucking on the huge column of meat. As I imagine him feeling Rustle's sweet little cock between his fat finger and thumb I feel his other big hand sliding into my panties and finding my own hard peeny again. I wriggle with pleasure as his fingers toy with my sissy little person and it makes me suck harder on Mr. Bullins' cock. Matron must have pushed Rustle's head forward because I hear the Masters lips smack against his and a loud kissing noise as the big rough man devours his sweet sissy baby-girl and then the Master is cumming in my mouth and its a gushing torrent of thick, hot cream and I start to cum too as I gag on the stuff and gulp it down.

I feel I really have become one of Mr. Bullins' Pantyboys now.

The End