Being a Sissy for Viv Ch. 04

"I'll be just as excited ma'am. Embarrassed, but very excited." I paused gathering my thoughts and a little bit of courage.

"I'm a sissy panty boy and I can't help but get excited being made to wear a pretty frilly outfit. Especially when my sexy Mistress is dressed in such a wonderful outfit too."

There was a pause to Viv's teasing. She had obviously noticed what I thought had been my furtive observation of her and the outfits she wore every day. Now I had told her outright that I found her sexy too. It hardly seemed a revelation to me, but I had been picking up clues that Viv was not as confident in her Mistress role as her outward appearance indicated. Maybe the thought that she brought more to the relationship than just the excuse for me to dress up all pretty had not really registered with her.

"You just want to wear my lacy black lingerie," she replied after few seconds, her tone more uncertain.

"And I want to be your personal sissy maid Mistress, helping with your - desires ma'am. Like when you forced me up your skirt on that first night, that was so exciting too."

Viv was silent but she had taken several deep breaths. Her hands resumed their soft gentle fondling of my erection in their panties. Helping a Mistress with sexual excitement obviously came with being a sissy maid. I understood now that Viv had not fully realised that was something I was looking forward to as much as being made to wear such pretty frilly outfits for her.

"I'm old enough to be your mother Chrissy."

"Age doesn't really affect how sexy you are ma'am. I'd love to wear your Mistress outfit, but I'm just as excited seeing you in it too."

"I see," was all Viv said, apparently preoccupied with her own thoughts for quite a few seconds.

"Well Chrissy. I may let you wear my Mistress outfit one day, but for now, pink sheer and frilly is what's on today's agenda." We both smiled at the 'today's agenda', a private joke from those intense days at work.

Then suddenly her hands and the warmth of her body were gone. I felt a moment of disappointment before realising they had another task. They were on the zip to my dress, leisurely pulling it down.

I tried to wait patiently as the back of my dress slipped apart, wondering about her thoughts as the black straps of my bra were exposed to her view. The zip stopped just above my matching panties. One of her fingers now traced the same route, slowly from my neck, over the bra strap and down to where the zip stopped. Then there were two hands inside my partially open dress tracing each of the shoulder straps slowly and carefully down my back. They reached the cross straps and continued their exploration forwards under my arms until they reached the full satin bra cups and were cupping and weighing my breasts once again.

She pushed against one side of me. "Turn around Chrissy, I want to watch in the mirror," she whispered hoarsely. Together we manoeuvred so I was facing the mirror. Her body was against mine once more, her blouse covered breasts firmly against my now bare back. In the mirror the outline of her hands, working at cupping and fondling my breasts, were clearly visible under my partially open dress.

"Pull your dress off Chrissy. Let your Mistress see what bra you decided to wear for her." I did as I was told, the top half of my dress falling away to reveal my pink satin bra cups under Viv's fondling hands. I watched Viv's face in the mirror, her eyes were intent on watching her fingers torment my breasts. Squeezing, cupping, stroking and caressing the nipples, small but obvious even through the satin bra cups.

"Very clever Chrissy, pink satin with black, half way between sissy and sexy."

"Thank you Mistress," I said, that pleased feeling once more seeping into my thoughts.

"Take your dress off Chrissy. Let your Mistress see the panties you chose to wear for her."

My hands slowly reached to the dress caught around my waist and forced it over my hips. Viv moved away slightly to let it drop to the floor in an untidy ring covering my heels, but her body was moulded against my panty covered backside as soon as the dress was gone.

In the mirror Viv's eyes roved up and down my body and the black and pink lingerie set I had so apprehensively and carefully put on two hours before. My thoughts were still uneasy, years of being Viv's male work colleague still made it embarrassing to be stood under her watchful gaze wearing only women's underwear. The embarrassment and my uncontrollable excitement peaked as Viv's hands moved down my body focussing both our attentions on the large bulge in the satin fronted panties.

I could hear her breathlessness as her hands carefully gripped the sides of my panties and pulled them up tight, outlining the excitement that was now dominating my thoughts and feelings.

"I've so been looking forward to seeing my panty boy all excited in his pretty panties," Viv whispered in my ear.

I gasped as her hands smoothed over the satin covered bulge. Then felt just the tips of her fingers tormenting the raging hardness beneath. I was desperate to feel her hand holding and squeezing and pumping, but there was only the very lightest of touches. Maddeningly frustrating.

"Come on Chrissy, tell your Mistress what she wants to hear. Then beg her for what you want. For what every panty boy wants." I breathed deeply as Mistress Viv's fingers continued to distract my thoughts with their teasing.

"I'm a sissy panty boy Mistress." I took a long slow breath, forcing myself to concentrate on replying to my Mistress. "I get all excited wearing pretty feminine panties for you."

"Yes Chrissy. You're a very excited panty boy."

"Yes ma'am so very excited just wearing my bra and panties and stockings for you." There was still a dull embarrassment inside me, a far cry from the raw peak it had been that first night as I was forced to admit my desires out loud to this woman twenty odd years my senior. Now the embarrassment almost seemed to drive my excitement. Like so many others had discovered, the very wrongness seeming to provoke even greater excitement.

"Embarrassed ma'am. But too excited to stop myself."

"Mmmm, go on Chrissy, tell your Mistress what you want."

"I want to cum in my panties Mistress. I want to make them all wet."

"Yes Chrissy so humiliating isn't it. A grown man like you, wearing such pretty sexy lingerie just so his Mistress will let him make his pretty panties all messy."

"Please Mistress," I panted.

"Please let your sissy maid cum in her panties ma'am. Please," I managed after a few deep breaths. I was so excited now, that only a short time of Viv's teasing separated me from having wet sticky panties.

Then suddenly Viv's fingers were gone. Unable to help myself I groaned in frustration and disappointment. Viv chuckled at my reaction. Her hands absentmindedly cupping and holding my breasts once more.

"Later Chrissy, if you're a good little sissy, I promise you will have plenty of messy panties to wash later on."