Thread: Sissy Princess Among Thieves [dani_honey & Reydan]

The succubus' teasing gibe about pleasing orcs made the effeminate teen recall his encounter with the orcish sailor. Specifically, the feeling of his big, thick thumb nestling between his ass cheeks and pushing against his little pucker. The memory was so vivid and distracting that it made the tottering boy almost stumble in his cute wedges. Aah, w-what am I thinking?! I'm still the prince! the girly highborn's pride resurfaced, clearing his jumbled thoughts. T-that's right, I'd never stoop to doing anything with a smelly orc! Obviously, such a thing was unthinkable a member of the royal family, having an orcish liaison? Pleasuring orcs barely befitted cheap whores, let alone the Sunn heir. Sam followed the woman into the bedroom, his pretty eyes lighting up at the sight of the painting. She's pretty! the boy said with an innocent smile, admiring the big-titted black beauty. For some reason, seeing her voluptuous form made the boy wonder what it would be like to have breasts. Sam blushed as he pictured himself with a pair of round, firm boobs, but that wasn't all he imagined a pair of hands a man's hands, large and rough cupping them from behind. Lost in the fantasy, the teen's pink nipples stiffened under his dress. The sound of the jingling coin pouch flitting towards him brought the boy out of his reverie, but he was too slow to catch it in time with a faint thud, it bounced off his shoulder and slumped to the floor. Giving the woman an apologetic look, he bent down to pick it up. Fortunately for her, the clueless boy who had his back to her had decided to bend at the waist instead of the knees, providing the succubus with a lovely view of his plump rear. The petite prince's skirt was just barely long enough to hide his assets from her penetrating gaze. If the evil demoness had her way, the young boy would no doubt be spending a lot more time in such poses face down, ass up. Seeking to store his latest acquisition, Sam opened his cute, pink handbag, but, contrary to his expectations, it wasn't empty. The purse contained a full make-up kit compact, liquid mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner , which could be used to achieve any number of steamy, slutty looks. Among the cosmetics was a tube of frosty pink lipstick, which looked like it was made for the prince's pouty, pillowy lips the inviting color would be a perfect way to let men know what his mouth was for. For his pretty nails, there was a glossy, blush pink nail polish its lovely shade striking a balance between innocence and feminine beauty. There were other items of note as well, but the boy didn't know what they were for. A purple ball, tied to a black, leather and chain-link strap, peeked out from the purse. Not realizing that its purpose was to silence disobedient sluts, Sam mistook the ball gag for some innocuous toy. He also struggled to understand what the clear, glasslike butt plug he spotted was used for its thick, tapering shape gave him no indication that it was supposed to be inserted into sissies like him, keeping them plugged when they weren't being used by men. The see-through plug would allow anyone to peer inside of him while his tight little asshole was being stretched open. The handbag's previous owner was clearly a whore, but the more things change, the more they stay the same... Stowing the pouch inside, the boy quickly closed the purse, but not before the succubus, who had come up behind him, managed to get a glimpse of its contents. Mm? the boy tilted his head inquisitively when the woman led him to the strange mirror. It seemed out of place, somehow, but before he could figure out what was bothering him about it, she asked him an unexpected question. I he hesitated. I've thought about it, s-sometimes... It was hardly surprising that a boy as feminine as Sam would have some confusion regarding his gender. Being forced to dress like a girl wasn't helping it was easy for the line between disguise and who he really was to get blurred. Still a teen, the prince's identity and sexuality were quite malleable with a bit of guidance, the succubus could awaken his inner sissy. The boy watched as the mirror's murky surface became clearer, forming an image. It felt like he was watching a picturesque scene in some giant snow globe. The more he looked at it, the more the world beyond the mirror beckoned him. Sam took a tentative step, and then another, all the while the succubus massaged him with her tail as if to say 'good girl'. The boy extended his leg, touching the mirror with the tip of his cute shoe it sunk in without resistance, sending ripples along the watery surface. He felt the demoness' hand on his lower back, half patting, half pushing him, until his whole body was swallowed up. It was a disorientating experience, and the boy felt disconnected from his senses. After a while, however, he could hear a woman's voice. Blinking his eyes, he found himself looking up at a tall woman. She looked the part of a madam, and the commanding presence she exuded made it clear that she viewed her girls as little more than property. Her voice slowly came into focus...