Übersetze den Text in gut leserliches deutsch: "To Denise’s surprise, upon entering the living room, she saw that Lydia Cane and Fifi were still present! They had been joined by Aunt Cheryl, Ms. Carson, Cousins Ronda and Sharon, as well as future mother-in-law Tina Goodman! They all clapped as Denise was led to the center of the room for a modified version of a “Silky Milking Ceremony.” The first order of business was to dress Denise in a pink, plastic “Milking Pinafore” and matching “Milking Bracelet” complete with obligatory bells, sent by Mrs. Silk’s mail order service.
Once that was completed Fifi assisted her to a stage-like, pedestal area. Fifi put on her own milking bracelet, with glove, and then set a table with, lotion, a champagne glass, and a seven bottles of perfume with bulb atomizers. Candles and fragrant incense were lit, music started, and the lights turned down as Fifi began to serve wine to all the ladies.
Denise was quite scared, so her Mistress calmed her by saying, “Close your eyes angel, let down your hair and touch yourself. Sway gently with the music. We all know you need to be milked honey and we are going to let you do it yourself.” Just then a spotlight lit over Denise and she was enveloped in a beam of pink light!
As she began to milk herself, eyes closed, the ladies chatted. Denise could barely hear them over the ritualistic music playing on the stereo system. Barb had chosen it and the group was called, “Valerie Van Isis and the Lady Slippers.” They were an all female group, predominantly lesbian with a couple of bisexuals.
They used a mixture of kettledrums, bells, chimes, and various stringed instruments, (dulcimer, mandolin, harp) to create a lovely blend of rhythmic minstrelsy. Along with their harmonious vocals, this produced some really wonderful melodies. Dulcet tunes such as “I Love You Girlfriend,” “Woman to Woman Passion,” “Sexy Sisters,” and “Feminine Peace” floated through the air.
As the songs played, the ladies got up, one at a time and approached the very aroused sissy. Each woman, in turn, picked up a different perfume atomizer and sprayed the now dancing and swaying sissy from head to toe. The scents used were lavender, arnica, patchouli, sandalwood, honeysuckle, and lilac. Mistress Barb used her favorite perfume, Shalimar, to put her own touch on her personal sissy.
Each lady announced, “I anoint this sissy with this lovely scent and implore the Goddess Isis to put this sissy at peace with her new found girlishness!” Everything seemed to add up to get Denise very close to climax! The cloud of perfume surrounding her! The music. The utter helplessness of her plight! She whined slightly as she was having a little trouble coming.
At a pre-arranged signal from Barbara, Fifi, moved a chair to the right of Denise, and then knelt on the pedestal to Denise’s left. Holding a pink tinted crystal champagne glass in one hand, Fifi used the fingertips of her gloved hand to begin applying a creamy lotion to the head of Denise’s penis. Denise gasped, then looked down and smiled and winked at her new sissy sister.
Denise mouthed the words, “Thank You,” as Fifi puckered her lips and blew Denise a kiss. Just then a smiling Lydia leaned over and whispered to Barb, “This is perfect. We’ll get all the emotion drained from her this weekend. Sunday night she’ll be as limp as a dishrag and demure as a daisy for her ladies club debut. The girls will adore her,” she said to the proud Mistress Barbara.
Denise could take no more. Gasping and panting, the bells on her bracelet and Fife’s tinkling rapidly, she took a huge breath and screeched, “Mistress Babs! Mistress Babs! Oh my! I’m coming Mistress Babs!! Oh no! I’m coming!! Come she did, as Fifi caught every last drop in the champagne glass!
Good thing too. Lydia hated sissy cream being spurted on her tiled floor, though it was easy for the sissy to lick up. No rug hairs in the teeth either! Lydia was thoughtful that way. Of course Denise had to be helped into a chair and Fifi used a warm washcloth to clean her sissy clitoris off.
Then a toast was drunk to Isis, and Mrs. Silk. It wasn’t until all the ladies had kissed Denise on the forehead, that she realized the glass she had drank her “Shirley Temple” from, (the ladies drank champagne) had been the same one she had spurted into. The ginger ale had masked the salty taste.
Denise spent the entire weekend in the same way Christina did, waiting on her Mistress and wearing whatever outfit she was told to wear. Monday afternoon, her hair was shampooed, set and then dried. After drying it was done in little girlish banana curls.