Sissy Sitting

Time for some sissy captions!!!!

The Indian Prince 3

Third part of the series is here! i know i have been really late in posting these, but college has been really hectic these days. But i am free now and am working on it day and night hehe...

If you want to read the previous parts of the story here's the link: 

PART 1

PART 2

Anyway enjoy the story!

THE INDIAN PRINCE 

PART-3

After about half an hour of walking in the sky scrapping pink heels of pain Bhaskar was getting efficient in walking in them while Shadia gave him pointers of how to keep one foot in front of the other and to have shorter strides.

All of this made the king’s bubble butt not only protrude outward but the heels also made him sway those hips as he walked.

As he was practicing there was a knock on the door, the guard gave Shadia the message that Bhaskar was summoned in the court in front of the Warlord.

“Remember this is all for your country, never forget that my king”, Shadia said as she hugged the once mighty hero and reapplied the lipstick on his lips, readying him for the crowing ceremony of the new king.

Bhaskar’s pert breasts heaved as he took deep breaths while walking towards the courtroom where the ceremony was to be taken place.

As he and Shadia with the other handmaidens reached inside the court the crowing ritual had already begun.

  As the golden crown was kept on his head the people gathered there chanted the name of the new king. “All hail Simba!”

The commander of Simba’s army settled the gathered people as he started to announce all that came under Simba’s new kingdom, “And finally my dear king I present to you the most valuable gift of them all” said the commander as he raised his hand and pointed towards the crowd. As Bhaskar saw through is vail he realized with others that the finger was being pointed at him.

Shadhia lightly nudged Bhaskar to walk up to the throne, which he reluctantly complied. 

The crowd was a mixture of people who laughed at the feminized former king and men who were filled with lust at the very sight of him as he swayed through the crowd. But Bhaskar could do nothing but walk slowly towards the throne.

Simba stood up from his throne as a grin formed over is now clean shaven face, which made him look quite handsome.

“Oh I will surely enjoy this beautiful gift my dear friend”, Laughed Simba as he sat back down on the throne and ordered Bhaskar to sit on his lap. There was no way he was going to do that, Bhaskar stood there not moving.

“Remember Bhaskar anything…you said you would do anything for me” he said with a maniacal laugh. “Or you can stand there and watch me destroy your kingdom.”

Knowing that he had no choice but to obey what he said he slowly moved towards the warlord. As bhaskar reached near him and stood there with an expression like asking the earth to swallow him. He could feel Simba’s eyes undressing him even more.

Slowly Bhaskar sat down on the lap and felt the very warm manliness that terrified him to bits.

“You have quite a big and soft ass for a king bhaskar”, laughed Simba as he felt the plush ass of his biggest enemy on his lap with one hand while the other hand rested on her soft waist, sitting reluctantly knowing that he was fully defeated. “But owner of such a beautifully feminine body doesn’t deserve a manly name as ‘Bhaskar’, hmmm what should we call you...”, thinking out loud Simba said it loud enough for the whole court to enjoy the humiliation of Bhaskar.

“I know!... Lila! Cause you are going to be using your new womanly assets a lot while you are with me.” Simba’s hand never left her waist and kept softly on there

Everyone knew what Simba meant and everyone sneakered as it was really degrading for the feminized king.

How do you like your new name Lila? Bhaskar knew what to reply, “ Yes master I like my new name”, Simba mocked further, “And what do we say when you someone gives you something?”

Bhaskar is a low voice, “thank you”

“I didn’t hear you”

“Than…Thank you …master”, Bhaskar blurted as loud as he could in his soprano voice. Making not only Simba grin from ear to ear but also made the whole court laugh.

Later as the court proceedings came to an end Bhaskar still sitting on Simba’s lap was made to make an announcement stating that he was willingly becoming a slave to Simba and hoped she could please him as much as possible.

Bhaskar was made to do this cause it would ensure that it broke the will of his people and wouldn’t try to start any revolution when they realized that their own leader was willing to serve his enemy and becoming his personal sex slave.

Finally the court came to an end, Simba motioned to the maid servants to take Lila and prepare her for the night but not before he forcefully kissed Lila and then went out.

Lila feeling Simba’s lips realized that his body was really petite compared to Simba’s and felt totally powerless and didn’t even resist when he was taken by the maid servants into the queen’s chamber to get ready for the night.

Bhaskar had thought that he would be just given whatever he was supposed to wear, but he was made to choose between 5 arabian dresses which was sure were worn by the harem girls serving Simba. He didn’t even look at others and jut picked up the first thing that he could see. It was a red see through piece of cloth. It was like a little babydoll that barely covered his breasts and even slightly pushed them up.

The maids could giggle at him and asked him how it felt to be a petite woman and did he feel nervous that he was going to be devoured by their king. He face was made even sexier with makeup and his hair were adjusted so as to make him look even more sexier.

Being ready he was taken to simba’s room. He entered the room with his head hung low with humiliation and anxiety, he saw Simba looking out the balcony.

Simba looked at Lila, “beautiful”. Lila wasn’t sure if he was talking about the scenery outside or Lila.  But still the word still made Lila acutely aware of what she was wearing as she felt the soft fabric brush her nipples and the cold night air on her hairless legs and the thong that was nestled between his butt cheeks.

Simba smiled not only by looking at the humiliated feminized man but also at the huge victory he had had which made him the master of every land from the red sea down south to the great white mountains.

Taking Lila in his hands he took her towards the bed aiming to have a night to remember.

The Indian Prince 2

This the second part of the story, i am really sorry that i haven't uploaded in a long time but i have a lots of stuff going on in my life and dealing with them is taking a lot of mental strength which is making it harder for me to write or create the captions. but soon i am gonna have the summer holidays so maybe it would help me get back on track. 

Hopefully you enjoy  this part. i know these parts are really small. i am working on it though. enjoy!

The Indian Prince

Chapter 2

Bhaskar didn’t expect the guards to be so gentle and was surprised to see them take caution while cleaning up his body, He realized how soft and feminine his body had become as he felt the wash cloth glide through his body.

 He was taken to the showers and given a proper bath. After the bath he was taken to a room in the castle which although was a far cry from the old king’s room but it still was big and spacious. Decorated in feminine deigns with warm and beautiful colors.

 If the situation was different Bhaskar would be a little pleased to see the room. But right now the room made him realize what grave fate lay ahead of him.

The former king now transformed into this beautiful vision of femininity was a little shocked at what he saw in the floor length mirror, with his long black hair lightly shadowing his beautiful black eyes and plump kissable pink lips, and the little button nose. The hair flowed down to her generous breasts that could make any grown woman jealous and fill any hot blooded man with lust. The beautiful breasts were complimented with the tiny shapely waist that was oh so soft to touch. 

 As his gaze went further down he saw his hips flare out attached to the shapeliest and beautifully long legs that he had ever laid his eyes on. Seeing his whole hourglass body made him blush a crimson red.

Just as he was staring deep in the mirror, the handmaidens and Shadia came in the room with the dress and the accessories. He was informed that he was to be presented to the new king of Varman.

He glanced at their hands carrying the accessories. Firstly, he was asked to step into the soft pink lingerie, he would have never ever worn these clothes but he knew that failing to comply to the orders of the warlord will cause in the destruction of his people. The silk panties encased his voluptuous butt which felt heavenly.  The bra which he was ordered to wear, made his breasts to jut out and made then look even bigger than they were.

After the lingerie came the royal dress that he was to wear to be presented. The lehenga choli were pink in color with golden borders which made it quite heavy. 

First came the heavy lehenga which was tied to his tiny waist and went till the floor.

The blouse that he wore had a deep neck that didn’t leave anything to the imagination of who ever saw her upfront. 

The dress was completed with a almost transparent chunni which covered his hair tied in a bun and came over his small shoulder. 

Which Bhaskar realized was the whole point. The warlord wanted to humiliate as much as possible that was what he knew for sure but he didn’t know what his end point was.

After applying the makeup with heavy eye shadow that made his eyes look even sexier and the red lipstick which he made his lips even more kissable. Bhaskar’s cheeks would have been even more red if they weren’t already covered with pink blush over his high cheek bones.

Next came the even heaver necklace, the bangles that were definitely made with invaluable gems encrusted in them. The whole get-up was completed with the 5-inch high heels. He was instructed to move around the room to get familiar in walking in high heels.

Learning to walk those heels was a difficult task for the once great king.

The Indian Prince

So here's a new story for you guys i have a couple of new chapters already done, this is the first chapter of the story, let me know how it is in the comment section below. 

This is a story about a king who loses everything even his masculinity trying to save his kingdom and his people. 

THE INDIAN PRINCE

Chapter 1

The castle stood on the hill which almost eclipsed the rising sun of the day. The sun shone bright in the clear sky while the birds chirped it was a perfect summer day in the kingdom. The market of in the city was filled with people going about their business like normal, unsuspecting of anything.

Looking at the weather no one could have guessed what was to befall on the poor Varman kingdom.

The bloody war went on for the 6 days which nearly wiped out everything of the kingdom. The castle had been captured and nearly every house plundered.

“Tell me King Bhaskar what should I do with you, after repeated warnings why did you still throw all your men to die? How do you feel being the sole reason for the deaths of all those men which you could have avoided? And if you think I would give you an easy death, then you are wrong”, said the war lord as he gripped the huge lion shaped head of the arm of the throne that he now sat on which once belonged to the very king that stood in front of it on his knees in shackles.

“I would see to it that you witness the death of every last man of your kingdom”, washed with the guilt of the death and destruction of so many Bhaskar pleaded.

“I would do anything for you, but leave my people alone. Let them live.” Said Bhaskar with a voice that showed the physical and mental pain that he had suffered through for the last 6 days.

“Anything hmm….”, said the warlord as he thought for a moment. “Bhaskar I have just the punishment for you. If you accept your punishment I will treat your people with respect but if you choose to disobey me or don’t comply in time, I will wipe all of your kingdom.”, said the warlord with a booming voice.

Bhaskar knew that the punishment would be really brutal but he would do anything for his people. He accepted the punishment with a defeated nod.

The guards dragged the king back to his cell and left him in the dungeon for what seemed like eternity to the king but actually was just a week.

The weeks without any food had really drained all the energy from the poor king.

As the king lay on the cold floor with the shackles to his feet. There was yellow light coming though the little window from the iron door. Followed by the sound of the footsteps.

This time the king was carried on a gurney into an another dimly lit from which he recognized as the mage’s lab. Seeing this his heartbeat rose.

The gurney restricted all body movements, he couldn’t look around to see what was going on. Although his nasal senses were on overload, smelling all the beautiful fragrances.

Maybe the fragrance or maybe the exhaustion made him fall asleep.

Suddenly Bhaskar opened his eyes and realized he was under some kind of liquid and couldn’t breathe. He jolted up to get out of the strange purple liquid.

As he struggled to breathe as much air as possible. He coughed up the strange liquid, he didn’t notice it then but his voice sounded quite different.

He remembered everything that had happened for the last month and sorrow filled his heart.

Wiping the thick liquid away from his eyes to see better. The first person he saw was the mage Shadia who had a very concerned look on her face, he also so female guards standing around him with swords in their hands.

Suddenly his attention shifted from the surroundings to his own body. He knew that there was something quite wrong with his own body.

Bowing his head down he saw that his muscular hands were replaced with feminine elegant hands with slender fingers. He noted that there was no body hair on his hands and had no doubt that there was no hair elsewhere either.

Looking down some more suddenly his eyes where covered with long black hair still covered in the purple liquid. Slowly separating the hair with his hands Bhaskar’s half of the vision was filled with fleshy mounds protruding from his own chest. He realized that they were definitely womanly breasts, with the pink nipples at the top of breasts.

With one hand he held his new breast on the left amazed at how soft they felt.

Fearing the worst, Bhaskar’s right hand crept up under the liquid towards his groin, to find that his masculine tool was replaced with a slit, touching it almost caused him to moan but instead had a tear in his eyes. He couldn’t even imagine what trouble he had gotten himself into.

As he was experiencing all the changes his body had gone through, he heard the Shadia order the guards to take him out of the tub and clean him for presentation.

Little Helpers

The Legacy Continues

I don't know how I feel about posting this ,cause of Sridevi's recent date but i swear i had made this caption weeks before the news came about her untimely death. And then i just felt uncomfortable posting this online.

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