Julian quite naturally – some might say altogether too naturally – carried on in front of the large dressing mirrors. In truth, except for a few disconcerting details, his sailor outfit was one that he had dreamed of ever since he could remember.
His revelry was cut short by an awful sound coming from the next room. It was a sickening 'thwack' followed by a loud squeal. Two more 'thwacks' and squeals followed. Then silence.
Terror returned to Julian as he recalled Auntie Jane mentioning something about caning her maid, Giselle. Was that her 'urgent need?' he wondered.
Then came a long moan followed by, "Aaah, yeeesss! Right there. Mmmm."
Even a dim witted, hormone besotted sissy could now figure out what Auntie's urgency was.
"But could dressing me have turned her on more than it turned me on?" he questioned. "Geesh, what kinda people are they?"
Then terror, "I guess she really does mean that stuff about punishment! Well, she said practice walking, so I'd better practice! Flappy arms, limp wrists, small steps – okie dokie, if that's what the woman, errr, 'Ma'am' wants, that's what she's gonna get!"
It was a very enthusiastic prancing pansy that greeted a slightly flushed, but still very much in-charge Auntie Jane when she returned to fetch her new pansy project.
"Well-well, aren't we into the swing of things? Auntie Jane said upon entering the room. "Keep your elbows in at your waist and slow down your arms a bit. Show some girlie grace. However, I must say that even a Canal Street strumpet couldn't outdo your hip movement."
"It's time to leave for church. We're going by boat, as practically everything here at Lake Orenda is done. See wasn't I just so thoughtful in dressing you in such a cute little sailor's outfit?
"The Lake is actually quite secluded and is in one of the last full hundred-sections, or 64,000 acres, of the Adirondack Mountains still in private hands. You might be interested to learn that 'Orenda' is the Iroquois word for 'magic power.' My family has been coming here for well over a century. Residents are carefully screened for - oh, how shall I put it? Well, 'selective interests' seems to fit.
"Follow me, my little cumquat, your public awaits."
Julian was lead out into the hallway for the first time, past a much disheveled Giselle who handed Auntie Jane a large hat, and down an ornate wooden staircase to a great entrance hall with two massive stone fireplaces on either side. Trophies of too numerous to count game kills adorned the walls. The floor was highly polished fieldstone. In the front was a set of large doors opening to a porte-cochere where a dwarfed, and seemingly inappropriate, golf cart sat.
"They call this a 'camp,'" marveled Julian. "This house could take up three of Mummy's Park Avenue triplexes!"
Auntie Jane indicated for Julian to climb aboard, pausing with a slight smile on her face as she tied her hair-protecting hat about her chin to watch him seat himself. She was not disappointed. When Julian sat down, Mr. Wigglie changed position in the most provocative manner, causing the young lad to squeal in the highest pitched voice imaginable.
Giggling, she took the drivers seat and plunged the accelerator down to the floorboard, causing twin geysers of gravel to rise from the rear tires.
"Even in a frippin' golf cart she's a terror," Julian thought as he held on for dear life. Mr. Wigglie was having a field day. Had it not been for the life threatening aspect of Auntie Jane's driving and simply trying to keep in his seat with his little straw hat in place, Julian would have gushed sissy creamies for the entire trip to the boathouse, which turned out to be a modest little structure that could easily dock half the U.S. Navy. Off to one side was a sizable seaplane hangar. On the other side was a lower slip with a vintage 1931 Chris-Craft twenty-two foot triple cockpit custom runabout. On its stern in flowing gold script was its name, "Pouf Bunny."
What boy was left in Julian thought that it was a really neat boat. The looming sissy in Julian worried about messing his hair and losing his pretty straw hat. The self-preservation in Julian wondered what this mad woman would do in a high powered boat.
What he failed to consider was Mr. Wigglie.
Auntie Jane helped him down into the front right seat before casting off the lines, slipping out of her five-inch heels and settling into the pilot's seat on the left. She was delighted that once again a sweet sissy squeal quite involuntarily came out as he sat down, but knew the best part was yet to come.
As Julian settled into the supple, but somewhat thin, green tucked and roller leather upholstery, Auntie Jane kicked in the big Chrysler V-8 engine. Its throaty roar was soon surpassed by the vibrations that seemed to channel themselves directly to Julian's new and improved fanny friend, Mr. Wigglie.
"Oooh, Auntie Jane!" Julian squeaked out. That v-v-i-br-br-braa-tion! Oooh myyy!"
"Oh, Julian," a laughing Auntie hooted back, "stop being such a sissy! Oh, but then, that is precisely what you are. Enjoy the ride and do mind your cute little sailor's hat."
Julian was almost adjusted to the vibrations and starting to enjoy the ride when they reached the open water past the boathouse's cove. Then Auntie Jane opened up the throttle and the large inboard leapt above the choppy waves.
For the next fifteen minutes Auntie Jane was serenaded to sissy squeals and squeaks that even overcame the roar of the big engine.
"I just hope I cinched the petal tight enough to keep him from squirting." Aunt Jane thought. "But, oh well, it wouldn't be the first time a sissy had a gooey front in church! Canon Cheshire Cockburn would pretend not to approve and at the same time be playing pocket billiards under his vestments."
Approaching a small island, she at last slowed down and allowed Julian to gather himself as she approached a long dock in front of a classic little stained shake-covered mountain resort chapel. At the end of the dock were two strapping teenage boys in white shorts and crisp knit polo shirts who were helping a group of people from their boat.
The boys looked so normal to Julian, which caused panic about his brazen sissy sailor costume. They landed on Julian's side of the boat and one of the boys reached down to help him out. Julian held his slender right arm with wrist bent and was lifted out of the boat in one powerful motion to land squarely in the arms of a very handsome, athletic young man who was about twice his size. Julian's turned his face upward and looked up into the boy's eyes not at all sure of what to do next.
"And you must be the new sissy," the dock boy said with an amused smile. Stand to my side while I get Miss Bichier out of her runabout."
Stepping partially into the boat and again offering his hand, he said, "Good morning Miss Bichier. I hope you had a pleasant trip over. Your sissy appears a little distraught."
"Oh, hello, Josh," Auntie Jane replied with a broad smile as she tossed her hat into the immediate aft cockpit. "Well, at least I had a lovely ride over. You know how high strung these sissies are! High speeds tend to terrify them, and the slightest little 'wiggle' in their delicate lives just seems to set them off."
Holding her heels in one hand and Josh's strong hand in the other, Auntie Jane gracefully stepped out of the vintage inboard on onto the dock. Handing Julian her coral silk shoes, she said, "Julian, be a good little sissy and help Auntie Jane into her heels.
"Yes, that's right, kneel down. We all know how sissies adore high heels, especially in pretty pink silk."
Julian was, of course, mortified by this new humiliation, but simply could not take his eyes of the beautifully formed shoes with their curved French-style heels.
In was only the addition of another pair of boys dock shoes that broke his fixations of the shoes. An even greater embarrassed sissy finally completed his task and rose to be greeted by yet another Mr. Wigglie invasion, which brought on a brief sissy yelp.
Once he focused, Julian saw that Auntie Jane, Josh and the other dock boy were all chuckling at the hopelessly effeminate sissy. His cheeks turned almost as red as the rouge highlights upon them as he looked down in shame as his feet. In doing so, he made a discovery that sent a chill up his spine.
The new boy had a gigantic erection under his white shorts!
And he could not take his eyes off it.
And it was noticed.
"Julian, dear, it's rude to stare, even if you find the object so interesting," Auntie Jane said with sarcasm dripping from her frosted coral lips. "Perhaps an introduction would help.
"Julian, this is Jock - one of the boys helping out this summer. Jock, this is Julian, my new sissy in training. Julian, I believe you have already met Josh."
Julian, still blushing, just stood there with his elbows to his sides, wrists limp and twisted a little to one side, whilst rubbing his knees together as he moved. He looked up from his lowered head with a lock of his flaxen hair covering one eye and said, "Hi Jock and Josh."
It was sheer pansy poetry in motion, but that Jock was a living Adonis.
Before verbal responses could come from the boys, the church bell peeled out and Auntie Jane took Julian by his arm and said, "We must be on our way, mustn't keep the Canon waiting. We'll see you boys at the garden party after the service."
As Auntie Jane and Julian made their way across the lawn to the chapel, Jock's eyes lingered on Julian's rear, and he said, "Can you believe that sissy ass? He even has mini tits! And those lips!"
"Well, before you blow your load, you'd better tend to Miss Bichier's boat or your ass will be hers in a way you do not even want to consider!" Josh cautioned. "She is so not a woman you want to cross!"
The Chapel of the Epiphany was a late nineteenth century relic of the great robber baron fortunes. Beautifully constructed from local stone and timber it bore all the marking of an earlier, grander age. That it managed to stay perfectly intact despite 'progress' was a testament to the chosen few who looked over the Lake.
They were the last of the parishioners to enter, something that was, of course, completely calculated. Not only were the others seated, but the surprisingly large organ had stopped playing in preparation for the clerical entry processional. Both Auntie Jane's high and Julian much lower heels clicked across the polished slate floor, the tiny jingle of Julian's peenie ring was as clear and the carillon chimes in the steeple. Worse, they were headed for the very front pew!
Although the chapel was small with only about fifteen pews on either side of the main aisle, the walk seemed to take forever to the fanciful fairy. He could literally feel the eyes burning through his sides and back from the fancy ladies, gentlemen and exceedingly well turned out older children in attendance.
Almost on cue - and perhaps it was - the processional music began just after Julian once again squealed as they sat. When they rose and turned to towards the narthex, more eyes were upon them, or more precisely Julian, than the entering clergy attendants.
"Be proud of the sissy that you are, Julian." Auntie Jane hissed. "The very last thing you need is to embarrass me.
"And hold you handbag over the anchor on the front of your shorts. Maybe it will hide some of the dampness down there."
Poor Julian's face, already rosy with shame, turned scarlet as the processional reached the mid way point to the altar. It was then that the flummoxed milksop took notice of it.
The procession was led by four acolytes, two seemingly identical boys and two girls. The identical looking boys were bearing crucifix and flag whilst the girls bore scriptures and gospel. All were dressed in the frilliest vestments he had ever seen.
The Bambi-eyed boys' cassocks were made from shiny pale blue chintz. About their necks were broad, high Anglican ruffs. At the hems of their cassocks was a row of frills that attached to a lower hanging silk undergarment. Their soft white surplices were made from very light organza and lace that literally floated about their diminutive bodies.
Julian thought he saw traces of bulges in the lower, forward part of their cassocks as their surplices glided over the undergarments, but rejected it as simply unbelievable.
The approaching boys glanced at Julian with more than a passing interest. One even pursed his lips whilst staring directly into Julian's eyes. As they passed, a totally disbelieving Julian was sure that both boys had very stiff sissy poles. Then he realized that his very own twinkette was literally at the bursting point.
Say it ain't so!
Julian's cheek color passed scarlet.
The two girls were dressed in similar outfits, but with pink, much fuller cassocks. They looked at Julian with a disapproving sneer reserved for boys whose behavior was deemed unacceptable. In turn, they were followed by the parish rector, Canon Cockburn, dressed in a black cassock, starched white surplice and priest's stole.
The Canon was a handsome man in his mid-fifties who could have come from a film studio's central casting office. He epitomized the stereotypical Episcopalian rector with a full mane of salt and pepper hair, bushy eyebrows and a slightly ruddy patrician face. His demeanor suggested a privileged life that included an elite New England boarding school and an Ivy League university.
The not-so-small bulge in his cassock suggested something else.
The service was thankfully routine and without incident. Not surprisingly, they used the 1928 Book of Common Prayer and the 1940 Hymnal. It even appeared to be an erection-free zone. The service was one that Julian had known his entire life. The congregation may have been very kinky, but they also loved their Anglican religion; however they, or the Canon, chose defined it.
As the recessional formed in front of the rood's chancel, one acolyte boy winked and the other again slightly pursed his lips at Julian. The girls again sneered and the Rector's growing erection pointed the way.
The parishioners, by local tradition, left row by row, beginning with the first row and, hence, Auntie Jane and Julian.
"Julian, I expect your finest sissy mince down the aisle. Anything less will get you publicly spanked on the church steps!" Auntie Jane whispered in a tone clearly not to be trifled with. "Small steps, elbows locked to your waist, purse daintily held and wrists limp. Be sure to smile at all the communicants. They all want to meet you."
Talk about a mortified mince!
"After you, my dear," said Auntie.
"Yes, Ma'am!" said the sissy.
"You had best be good. No, 'exceptional,'" said Auntie. "Make your Auntie Jane proud! Or pay the price at the chapel's steps!
"Frankly, I cannot decide which I want more."
And he did - more in a trance than with conscience. Almost by rote, as if he had been at this long enough to acquire rote, which of course, he had not.
Maybe it was natural?
Refined, elegant people smiled at him; he smiled at the terribly elegant people. Men seemed a bit ungainly as they sought to reposition themselves. In some ways it was just like being back at his own Park Avenue parish.
Women seemed to sense play with a new toy. Their older children, only over eighteen years olds were welcomed in church for this service, looked at him with expressions varying from lust to disgust.
Well, a prig is as a prig does...
The irony was lost on practically everyone.
Julian smiled and smiled. Mr. Wigglie just wiggled. All was fine until Julian found himself face to face with a canopy restored cassock worn by Canon Cockburn and the exit door. Quite by instinct Julian offered his free hand and performed a little near-curtsey dip.
"How utterly charming, Jane. What is this fair fellow's name?" he said.
"You old fart, Chessy, you perfectly know this is Julian, my new sissy charge for the summer!" spat out Auntie Jane with a smile that would have made a pit viper proud. "And he's off limits, for at least the time being.
"And I will expect you over at my camp tomorrow morning for further 'enlightenment' on this subject. Your pathetic woodie during the service was a disgrace worthy of a taste of some finer Adirondack birch saplings! Poetic, isn't it? I'm sure your will be punctual, but then you always are...
"Meanwhile, you do have you little acolytes, but then at least half of them clearly would not mind Julian in flagrante, and the other half can't wait to see him to skirts! I'm sure one of the little trollops will rub your nub by then end of the day, but don't you dare fuck with my day! Julian's flagrante delicto is MY scene!
Got it, Rev?
"Yes, Mum," the defeated man responded, his eyes glued to a curious engraved signet ring on Auntie Jane's finger.
Auntie ended the exchange with, "A wise choice, Chessy. We all know your history... We women now run this parish for a reason. Another piece of wood from you in church, and I will personally chain saw it off!"
"Yes, Mum," responded the consummately crimped Canon.
Epiphany tea on the lawn was more of the same. Thinly veneered patrician elegance vainly attempting to cover over the most carnal and kinky desires to little or no benefit.
The younger, under eighteen, children were marshaled off to the rectory that was distant from the church lawn where the congregants met to take tea. Each one secretly was assessing the possibilities for the upcoming week, if not the remainder of the day. The new sissy was very much on their agenda!
Auntie Jane surveyed the options, already knowing the predetermined ending. A sissy should begin with sissies. And the sissies she had in mind were changing out of their liturgical vestments. The rest of the lechers, male and female, could wait for Hades to freeze over for all she cared.
In the end this was her lake and her sissy toy.
Soon enough, the two boy acolytes arrived at the party, freshly changed out of their vestments. Holding hands, they made a beeline to Auntie Jane.
"Good afternoon, boys," Auntie said in greeting. "I know you're dying to meet Julian. Isn't he just yummy in his little sailor's outfit?"
"Yes, Miss Bichier, and he is adorable," they responded in unison.
Julian wanted to sink into the lawn, but then noticed that both boys were dressed as outrageously as he. Both wore pink patent mary janes and white frilly sissy socks identical to his. They also wore shorts like his, but made from black velvet and with pink heart-shaped peenie bibs buttoned to their fronts and matching pink sashes about their slim waists.
Julian could not fail to notice that their little 'hearts' were beating at a very intense rate. But then his little 'anchor' was trying mightily to weigh its bib mooring.
Busy bibs all!
Their white blouses were made from heavy chiffon and had full long sleeves ending in lacy French cuffs with pearl fasteners. Their long, perfectly manicured nails were done in a soft pink frosted color that Julian had failed to notice in church. Both wore large pearly rings and smaller pearl bracelets. Each carried a purse similar to Julian's but with pink bows attached.
Their blouses, themselves, buttoned up the back with many cloth covered buttons and had ruffled high collars about which were very broad pink bow ties. The full sleeves continued to their shoulders and joined a flat top extending down to just above their pointed nipples, where gathered fabric took over before being neatly tucked into their sashes.
They wore makeup similar to Julian's, but had creamy pink lipstick that matched their nails. Both had beautiful brown eyes and very full, but still boyish light brown hair with cute pink bows pinned to one side.
Auntie continued her introduction, "Julian, these delectable little sissy morsels are Austin and Chauncey. They're twins and like to do everything together."
Turning to the twins, she continued, "Now boys, I want you show Julian how pretty sissy boys like you properly greet each other. Why don't you go first Austin?"
The boy on the right nodded, stepped over to Julian wrapped his arm about him, looked straight into his radiant blue eyes, smiled and then proceeded to give him an increasingly deep and long kiss.
Julian's body went limp before regaining first a tingle, and then a rush of sexual energy the likes of which he had never experienced before. It was heaven on earth. Soon he was fully responding, their young, lithe bodies intertwined, each feeling the other's strident twinkie.
A shameless performance, but neither boy cared a whit. Neither did anyone else except Chauncey who wanted his turn at the new sissy. Every 'gentleman' present had a least one hand in his, or someone else's, pocket. The ladies, most of whom were seated, re-crossed their legs.
To one side, Josh and Jack watched with the keen eye of a hawk watching a young bunny emerge from his hole. "If he kisses like that, imagine..." Jock sighed.
Eventually the sissies parted and returned to staring at each other with unbridled lust. As if out of a dream Julian heard clapping and realized through his besotted brain that the people were applauding him. However, before he could even blush, Chauncey charged and went directly to deep, body rubbing drool exchange.
Within two or three nanoseconds Julian was again in la-la lustland. It was not until several moments later that Auntie Jane steeped forward and separated the two lusting lads.
"Well, Julian, you certainly seem taken by the boys. I know that you are no stranger to other boys - wasn't it with that Kinderwurst boy whom you played those naughty games a couple of years ago?"
"How could she know about that?" Julian wondered.
For several months he had a 'secret' childhood dalliance with a schoolmate named Kevin Kinderwurst. Outside of the initial 'I'll do it to you, if you do it to me,' it always seemed that Julian always performed the latter, but rarely enjoyed the former. There always was reason for Kevin to leave once his creamies departed his plums.
Auntie cut short Julian's growing embarrassment with, "Boys, why don't you take Julian for a walk down along the lake shore and show him the sights? I know these teas sometimes are tedious for you sissy boys."
"Yes, Miss Bichier," the boys chorused.
"I'll mind your handbags, but first I think you boys might tidy up your faces."
The boys had powdered and reapplied their lip gloss, with each twin helping Julian with the finer touches.
After Auntie Jane collected their handbags with a sly smile and bade them to "Run along and have fun," each twin took one of Julian's hands into theirs and began skipping their way towards the water.
Skipping was a whole new event in Julian's relationship with Mr. Wigglie, and in no time he was squealing in true soprano tones. Reaching the water's edge and slightly out of breath, Austin said to his brother, "Oh, Chauncey, I think Julian is playing host to our old friend Mr. Wigglie. He must be in a desperate state!"
"The poor dear!" replied the nearly drooling twin. "Let's walk down to the old dollhouse; the younger kids are all up at the rectory.
"This way Julian."
The three sissies carefully walked, still hand-in-hand with Chauncey in the lead, Julian in the middle and Austin in the rear, down a path along the lake for about a quarter mile until they came to a miniature replica of a Victorian gingerbread house.
"Isn't it cute," said Chauncey. "The sissy girls love to come here and play with the dolls, not to mention their own dollies. There's nice soft carpeting and a lot of silky cushions."
"Let's go," offered Austin with his proud pecker pointing the way. "Time we gave this sissy some relief!"
"Oooh, yeeesss!" was all Julian could pant out.
He was completely in the thrall of these two beautiful boys and wanted to give as good as he was sure he was going to get, unlike that boorish Kevin Kinderwurst - plus these boys were seriously cute!
They entered the dollhouse through a small, but manageable door to enter a room that they were able to stand full erect in. None being over five foot-six inches helped considerably.
"Group huggies!" proclaimed the twins again in unison, and all three boys seemed to melt together with lips, hands and body rubies going everywhere. Kissing was a true passion to all three. The sheer electrical energy generated amongst the three boys could have powered the Empire State Building. Moans and sighs abounded as the boys succumbed to the most natural urges.
"I want you," escaped out of Julian's mouth during one particularly long moan.
"Which one, silly?" came back from Austin. "Why not try both? Then Chauncey and I will take you on the sissy swoon of your life. And we true sissies ALWAYS return the favor!"
Julian just wanted to inhale these lovely boys in that very special way sissies do. And those little beating hearts were adorable. So, on his knees he went as the twins began undoing the little buttons securing their pink peenie bibs.
What came out was one of the prettiest things Julian had ever seen: two of the most perfectly shaped, symmetrical, erect, peenies on the face of the Earth - both weeping little sissy tears of joy! They were quite a lit larger than his tiny toy and so ripe for quality loving.
Better yet, they were wrapped like the fanciest of gifts in fine, frilly peenie petals!
"Sooo suckable," Julian sighed in a swoon before he greedily took the first into his mouth, neither knowing, nor caring whose it was. The taste, feel and even smell were delicious! Once he cleaned that lollipop, he turned to the other in a frenzy to consume cockette. The twins hugged one-another as they tweaked each-other's needy nipples. Without a word said, both knew that the prospects for the summer had become instantly better, even though both realized that young Julian was destined for frocks and girlie things.
Neither did they deny the young poppet's mouth its creamie rewards. First one, and then the other feed their hungry little chick the boy nectar he so needed in copious quantities.
All three boys took a moment to recover and then Chauncey leaned over and gently laid Julian over an assortment of soft, fluffy cushions. The main course was about to be served.
Austin's mouth came down on Julian's sweet cummy lips in a lip-lock that stirred both boys' souls while Chauncey finally achieved 'anchor's aweigh,' by unbuttoning Julian's peenie bib.
"Oh, Austin, his petit peenie's perfect!" Chauncey squealed. "Sooo pink and cute!"
"You be sure to show him how it's done," cautioned Austin as his mouth went down on Julian's succulent left nipple right through his sailor's blouse, caring little for the lipstick marks he was leaving.
Neither did Julian who was currently residing in sowette heaven. Such sensations were things beyond his most prurient dreams. Chauncey was fully descended upon all of Julian's peenie petal-proffered little jewels.
Never had Julian felt anything remotely akin what these experienced sissies were doing to him. If his pretty little mary janes and sissy socks were off, one could have seen sparks gapping between his toes.
Julian spurted in a way that would have made the Old Faithful geyser look like a cheap squirt gun, but the double team onslaught continued unabated as the twins switched positions. The heady aroma of sweet sissy juice was everywhere, and the second act was just beginning as the twins changed positions.
Austin had raised Julian's legs over his shoulders and was doing things with his tongue that Julian had never dreamed of while Chauncey pulled up his blouse and was directly attacking his throbbing nipples with a ravenous mouth. Soon, Chauncey had the side of Julian's shorts undone and had snaked his hand down to make contact with the infamous Mr. Wigglie - a 'friend' with whom both twins were intimately familiar.
The main event was about to begin - Julian's trip for to a far distant universe where he had never been, but soon would be a frequent visitor, if not resident scholar.
Chauncey deeply kissed the besotted cumquat as he gently teased Mr. Wigglie's base. As Julian entered a deeper swoon, Chauncey descended on the poor poppet's nipples with renewed ravage while his hand began to move Mr. Wigglie in and out of Julian's sissy hole.
Austin put his Hoover-mouth on super suck and Julian was launched into outer space, not to reach full trajectory until he landed on Planet, or Asteroid as the case may be, Pluto.
And a very noisy landing it was because Julian turned out to be a bit of a screamer.
Back at the terribly proper Epiphany Chapel tea all heard Julian's 'landing,' although not a person acknowledged it in word. Wet or gooey under things were quite another matter.
Thus was Julian's introduction to Lake Orenda's recreational activities.