I have a 24/7 Nanny now! A big strong statuesque mercilessly strict German girl. Purportedly 18. Anna is 6'2" barefoot (I'm 5'6"). We sleep together. Naked, of course. Make passionate love. I was constipated again this morning. Farting furiously. Leering at Anna's large luscious bare feet & toes, lubriciously arched & bunched in black strappies. Anna bent me over. Plunged both fingers fully UP my wazoo. Wriggled them inside. Upon removal, her fingertips were brown. She washed them, as I clenched. I pooped plenteously. She then gave me my Morning Spanking. I sobbed piteously as Anna Bathed me. Here I am in Sissy School. Anna took me in my Sissy Stroller for a Monthly Checkup. I laid naked and supine, legs wide, on this. I wear Peep-Toes for Sunday Temple Worship Services. Sandra's Mother often strips me barefoot naked in the Vestibule.

This is me glaring at naked male relatives. I began handling my daddy's Bathroom functions in middle school. And still do, occasionally. Like your typical Sissy, he slept naked and alone. I hired a very strict 24/7 Nanny for him. The big German girl is 17, 6'2" barefoot (he's 5'6"). Very strict about his poops. They sleep together. Ingrid enjoys daddy's prodigious penis. As do I. As well as his copious Cums. She and Mother recently took daddy to our local Sissy Beauty Salon. Naturally, the Hostess stripped him barefoot naked. Daddy boasts F-cup Torpedo Titties, with wide brown pebbled aureoles and thick 1.2 inch Teats. The Stylist sat him on a Beauty Chair. Easing his fabulously fat fanny onto the thick 9" Vibrating Dildoe. The Ladies went to lunch. Sissy Beauty Treatments are nose-to-toes affairs, and take hours . Daddy emerged looking lovely. I was busy with Richard. He'd been snippy lately, and needed reminding of his...

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! A wicked new cane sliced the air. Mavis farted in terror. Amos gave her Twice-9. Of the Best . Each deliberate stroke elicited ululant screams. Raising yellowish-purple welts from sulci to Fannychub top. The grizzled stableman has "done" Mavis for decades. Nearly 24 years of utter agony .    Drenched in sweat, she panted, gasped, snorted, whinnied. A stableboy parted her trembling Fannychubs wide. Exposing a large pink deeply-sunken, tightly-clenched anus. Amos applied a generous dollop of orange ointment inside. She croaked as his huge prickhead entered. And slowly slid in. He fully withdrew, started again. I squatted at her face. Red, swollen, sweaty, snotty, drooling. Lord Ashcroft carried her indoors. I gave her a 2.5 liter Enema.

A peculiar leather riding saddle draped over a wooden 4-strut sawhorse. Beside it, a tall stool. "Left foot first, milady. If you please." Mavis stretched her leg high, heel on stool. Straining her thick plump body to its limit. A series of loud shameless farts ensued. Amos chuckled. Thrust a filthy crooked middle finger into Mavis' painfully parted rectum. She shrieked, emitting copious snot and spittle. It flowed slowly down her face. "Heh heh. Them was Poop Farts, they was. Use the manure bucket outside. Horse suppositories as well." Mavis scuttled away. Pooped prodigiously. Amos wiped her with an oily rag. She assumed the previous stance. He tied tight leather cords on her big toes and thumbs. Placed her across the saddle, affixed them to the struts.  It had a chin rest with head straps. Mavis' face affixed firmly forward. "Open that pretty mouth. Get a taste of what's comin' to ya, fore and aft. Do it nice 'n slow ...

Lord Ashcroft stripped his eldest daughter Mavis, 40. She plodded barefoot naked thru the dung and mud to a nearby stable. Mavis has an extraordinarily large rump. With 3+ inch sulci. Her chubs shuddered like puddings. A wrinkled old codger ( tautology! ) in the Bridle Workroom was making boots for his great-granddaughter. She wears them - nothing else - for Milking Sissies. He looked up. Grinned. "How much this time, lass?" "Your discretion, Amos." He drooled, grimaced. "You'll suffer much, sadly. Over the saddle now, girlie. I must cord your big toes and thumbs to the trestle legs, mustn't I?" "Yes, sir." He shuffled forward. "Wait a tick. Wait a tick. I should finger your fine plump twat first, shouldn't I? Like always?" Eyes blinking, tears. Humiliation. Terror. "Yes, sir."   

I've been sucking and fucking men practically since puberty. Sandra's Daddy, a Master, had me All4's a lot. Still does, actually. Her constantly changing Lovers do me too. But the Englishmen fucking me here are different. They're Romantic . They treat you like a proper gurrl . And their Cums!!! My tummy distends  afterwards. I tiptoe naked to Governess for Enemas, blurrrppp-ing huge Cum Farts all the way. Lord Ashcroft is smitten by Sandra. She spanks his son, Cyril. And sleeps with the lad. Here she is, waiting for Lord A. to lick her luscious bottom. Sandra says his greedy tongue goes into her rectum even deeper than me! This is an English girl with her Groom. Her twat needs a shave.