Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  ‘Dear me, Chrissie – it’s like a furnace down there. I think we need to let some cool air in.’

  Tears of long-denied need begin to trickle down Christina’s carefully painted cheeks as Donna then proceeds very gently to lower the panties over her hosed thighs and lets them drop around her slender ankles.

  ‘Take the pinny and the dress off,’ she orders, standing back, her eyes filled with desire, her voice hoarse, sex-edged.

  Christina obeys, going through the now instinctive balletic contortions that enable her to put on and remove this intricate and so sexy uniform. And soon, she is standing before Donna in only her well-stuffed bra, corset, hose and heels, her rubber-sheathed sex hidden by the very tight, deliberately flattening rubber panties. Donna removes the corset and then helps Christina to remove the bra, carefully taking the silicon-filled false breasts in her elegant hands as she does so. Then, after the sissy has kicked off her high heels, Donna slowly rolls the fine, silk tights over Christina’s long, silky smooth legs and, kneeling down, gently pulls them off her small, dainty feet.

  Now, only the rubber panties are left, and it takes a considerable effort of wiggling and pulling for Christina, at Donna’s command, to remove them. Indeed, by the time she has stripped down to just the tight, cruel rubber restrainer, a fine sweat of effort is covering her sissy body and she is standing weakly before the gorgeous Donna, her rampant, furious sex straining upright in its wicked rubber prison and demanding immediate release.

  Donna turns from Christina and goes over to the dressing table. She takes a jar of clear gel from the table and brings it over to her slave.

  ‘This expands the rubber and makes it easier to remove. It will be rather pleasant, so try and control yourself.’

  Christina watches with fascinated, hungry eyes as Donna proceeds to daub a large blob of the gel onto her rock-hard sex and then slowly rub it into the second skin of tight rubber. As predicted, Donna’s necessary caress is incredibly pleasurable, and very soon Christina is moaning loudly.

  ‘You really are a noisy little girl, Chrissie. No wonder we have to gag you!’

  Luckily, it takes only a few seconds for the gel to take effect and the rubber restrainer to expand. Donna then slips it from her slave’s engorged sex and Christina releases a loud gasp of relief as she is, for the first time in many days, truly free of tight genital restraint.

  Now completely naked before her most beloved mistress, Christina is sorely tempted to pounce on Donna and ravish her on the spot, a terribly regressive, deeply male urge that betrays the fundamental and inescapable nature of her deeper biological make-up, but which her training has ensured is quite controllable.

  ‘Right. Now let’s get you washed and scented.’

  Christina follows Donna into the bathroom, her sex standing proudly and angrily before her like a lightning rod especially attuned to the electro-erotic vibrations emitted by her stunning mistress.

  In the bathroom, the lovely Bettie Page wig is removed. Christina is then placed beneath a jet of steaming water, ensuring that every inch of make-up is washed from her face, along with the sweat the striptease has produced. Eventually satisfied her slave is clean, Donna then takes Christina from the shower, quickly dries her and then smoothers her sissy she-male form in a fog of powerful musk perfume. Christina is then led back to the bedroom and to the bed. Laid out on the bed is the sexy baby-doll nightdress that had been selected earlier by Amanda.

  ‘Put it on. And the shoes. Then come down to my room – the second on the left.’

  With this and a very promising smile, Donna departs, leaving Christina to ponder the nightdress and a pair of five-inch heeled, pink patent leather mules that are resting on the floor by the bed.

  In a state of quite painful sexual excitement, Christina takes up the skimpy, see-through pink silk panties that accompany the baby-doll. She slips into these with a sigh of pure pleasure and wiggles them up her long, sexy legs. The delicate, diaphanous silk material feels like a thousand baby kisses against her silken skin and as she gently pulls the panties over her enraged sex, she cannot avoid a girlish squeal of uncontrollable pleasure.

  It is quickly apparent that the panties are far too small to encompass the raging mass of her sex, and the engorged, purple head sticks out of the top of the panties like a giant sex flower, an effect that is surely quite deliberate. And after the skimpy panties, the lovely, deeply frustrated Christina addresses the wonderful baby-doll itself, taking up the nightdress, made from exactly the same material as the panties, with shaking hands and carefully stepping into it. Then she is falling into a whirlpool of tactile ecstasy, the gorgeous silk material enveloping her ultra-sensitive silken skin and sending electric sex shivers crashing over her sissy body.

  Still reeling from the effect of the baby-doll, Christina steps elegantly into the sexy pink mules and totters from the room, wiggle-mincing down the corridor to Donna’s room. Her heart pounding with girlish anticipation, she gently knocks on the door. Donna’s husky, sex-edged voice tells her to come in.

  A gasp of amazement is her first reaction to the glorious sight that meets her as she steps through the door. For before her is Donna, the rubber dress removed. She is standing before her slave topless, in black rubber panties, a garter belt, black nylon stockings and her own beautifully high-heeled mules, her hands on her hips, a smile of sinful intent spread across her lovely face, her long blonde hair spilling over her tanned shoulders like a fresh flow of honey-coloured lava.

  ‘I hope you’re ready to please me,’ she purrs, stepping towards Christina. ‘You can start by taking the rest of my clothes off.’

  Moaning her need, she obeys, stripping Donna naked in a few furious, desperate minutes and then leading her to the large, silk-sheeted bed in the centre of the room. Then Donna pulls Christina down onto the bed. The two beauties roll around on the bed in a half-embrace for a few bizarre minutes; then Donna spreads her long legs wide and pushes Christina’s head between them. And for the next two hours, Christina pleases and deeply pleasures her stunning mistress. First with her mouth and tongue, eagerly probing her sex and arse, teasing her stiff nipples, licking every inch of her beautiful, flawless body, covering her in kisses. Worshipping her body, serving her goddess. Then, with her sex. After being carefully sheathed in a thick, ribbed condom by her mistress (a process which inspires cries of ecstatic pleasure), Christina is finally allowed to plunge deep into her mistress. By now they are both soaked in sweat, by now the baby-doll has been ripped from her body. By now they are both naked and lost in the multiple joys of their sexy bodies. And as Christina mounts Donna, as the mistress allows the slave to ride her like a fiery-eyed blonde stallion, Donna’s hands reach up and begin to tease Christina’s nipples.

  ‘Would you like breasts, Chrissie?’ she gasps, as Christina begins to build a powerful, hard rhythm. ‘A pair of real, ultra-sensitive whoppers?’

  Christina, wildly excited, only a few moments away from a huge, volcanic eruption of an orgasm, cries a desperate, ‘Yes, mistress; yes, I’d love to have breasts, the bigger the better.’ And, as if to emphasise the point, her own hands then fall onto Donna’s splendid bosom and begin to knead them quite roughly. Donna’s response is to pinch Christina’s nipples very hard and cry out as the first shock-wave of her own impending orgasm crashes across her superb body.

  Then they come, within seconds of each other. The earthquake of desire, the eruption of primal need. In Christina’s case, weeks of suppressed sexual hunger explode like a tidal wave crashing against the fragile brick wall of a dam. Her scream is high-pitched, insane, animal; her whole body is racked by a shudder of extreme ecstasy; silver lights explode before her tightly closed eyes. Then she has fallen into a vast black hole, a place where, momentarily, there is nothing, where she is nothing, a moment of eternity, where time and space have neither begun nor ended. And when she emerges from this strange place, she is on her back, soaked in sweat and Donna is lying against her, her head resting on her sla
ve’s chest, listening to her heart pound. And it is only a few minutes before the two of them, mistress and sissy slave, have fallen into a deep, contented sleep.

  Nine

  Christina is pulled from the pit of sleep by Donna just after 7.00 a.m. Within seconds they are once again in each other’s arms and making a desperate, passionate love. By 8.00 a.m., Christina has been returned to her room and she shares a hot, highly erotic shower with her beautiful mistress. Once they are dried, Donna, dressed only in a very skimpy black silk dressing-gown, helps her pretty sissy slave to transform herself back into a gorgeous, utterly subservient she-male maid. And by 9.00 a.m., Christina and Donna are in the kitchen preparing breakfast, the lovely sissy tottering sweetly on her high heels, Donna, still in her dressing-gown, gently ordering her slave from task to task.

  Helen and Anne come down just before 10.00 a.m. and Christina has the pleasure of serving all three, stunning women a full Sunday breakfast, her own meal of toast and a cup of black tea having been consumed earlier.

  The rest of the morning is spent vacuuming, dusting and polishing. Christina performs each menial task with an enthusiasm that betrays a much deeper arousal. As she daintily minces about the house, the vision of Donna fills her every thought. The beautiful memories of her night of passion accompany every careful, elegant gesture and feminine movement. Her erect sex, now safely back in its tight rubber restrainer, struggles desperately as glowing images of Donna’s stunning naked form wash via rapid sex-hallucinations across her pretty, bedazzled eyes, hallucinations that plunge Christina back into the sex world and thus the complete sexualisation of the current reality and each task she so eagerly performs.

  Her feelings for Donna are now stronger than ever. As they had made love the night before, the sissy she-male knew she was hopelessly in love. Indeed, as Donna had patiently helped her slave with her make-up earlier, Christina had again declared her helpless infatuation with Donna. Donna had smiled gently and told Christina to be quiet, but there was no doubting the depth of her own feelings and her intense attraction to the she-male beauty.

  After serving lunch, Christina is called before Helen and told to go upstairs and change into one of the new outfits they had purchased at Amanda’s shop the day before.

  ‘I want you to go back to your flat and check if Annette has responded to your e-mail,’ she explains. ‘I’m very keen to meet her.’

  Christina curtseys deeply and then minces back up to her room. Within the hour she is sitting beside Helen in her car, dressed in a very sexy and very short black cotton skirt, a black nylon sweater and a black jacket, plus her normal black nylon tights and a pair of black patent leather, very high-heeled court shoes. And it is as they are crossing the city to Christina’s flat that the she-male makes a very bold announcement.

  ‘I don’t want to go back to work next week, mistress. I want to stay with you, to be your maid permanently.’

  Where these brave, perhaps foolish words come from, she has no idea. Helen’s initial silence fills her with dread: she has spoken out of turn and is sure to be punished!

  ‘I know, Chrissie,’ Helen eventually says. ‘And I understand. And I think I can make the necessary arrangements to ensure you don’t go back.’

  Stunned, amazed, elated, Christina finds more brave words.

  ‘That would be so wonderful, mistress. Thank you! All I want to do is serve you in any way you wish – for ever.’

  ‘I will talk to Katherine. Now be quiet or I will have to punish you later.’

  Christina obeys, wondering just exactly how Helen can talk to Katherine, her boss, about the sissy she-male not returning to her job and thus her previous identity as the lonely, bored, frustrated Chris. She again recalls the rumours concerning Katherine’s sexuality and her rather obvious interest in the lovely, regal Helen.

  Unlike her previous visit to the flat, Helen insists on parking the car and accompanying her slave. Luckily, there are few people about to notice Christina, the beautiful sexy she-male, unrecognisable as Chris, and they enter the building together and travel up to his second-floor apartment. Once inside the flat, Helen orders Christina to see if Annette has responded to her previous e-mail while she carefully inspects each room.

  As she logs on, Christina has no real hope that Annette can have replied so soon. Yet, to her surprise, there is a fresh message from the lovely she-male friend waiting to be read. And as Christina reads the message a smile of joy and terrible excitement lights up her pretty sissy face, for the message is as follows:

  Dear Christina,

  Thank you so very much for the photo! I have waited a long time and my wait has not been in vain: you are beautiful; in fact, you are incredibly beautiful! I am shocked and very, very jealous! And yes, we must meet. Your ‘mistresses’ sound a little too good to be true, but of course I’d like to meet them too. I can come and visit next weekend, if you want. I am putting my mobile number on the bottom of this message. I’ll be available most of Sunday, so why don’t you ring me? I’d love to hear from you!

  Annette.

  Christina looks at the mobile number and feels a nervous giddiness wash over her. Then she is aware of Helen, standing directly behind her, also reading the message.

  ‘I think you should ring her straight away, Christina. See if she can come down on Friday evening. Tell her she can spend the weekend with us at my house. Then we can show her how much better than the truth we are.’

  Christina mumbles a nervous, ‘Yes, mistress,’ and minces over to the telephone. Her hands are shaking with fear and desire as she taps in the number of Annette’s mobile. The phone seems to ring for ever, and as each ring explodes in her ear her nervousness increases. Then, a voice, a calm, relaxed, strangely feminine voice.

  ‘Hello?’

  Christina hesitates, the sound of her pounding heart filling her pretty sissy head.

  ‘Annette?’

  A pause, the sound of unsure breathing?

  ‘Who is this, please?’

  ‘Annette, this is Christina.’

  A shorter pause, followed by a very audible sigh of relief.

  ‘Christina. Oh, right. Sorry…I wasn’t expecting you to ring so soon. Well, great, thanks for getting back to me. And your picture. Yeah, thanks for that. What a surprise! You look absolutely great. Who took that photo? It looked incredibly professional.’

  ‘I’m glad you liked it,’ Christina nervously responds. ‘But it’s not as good as yours.’

  Annette laughs. ‘That’s rubbish. God, if I’d known how good-looking you were before, I don’t know if I’d have had the guts to send you my photo.’

  ‘Can we meet?’

  A simple question, put by Christina as Helen, who is now standing over her, gives every indication of impatience. A question whose response is another pause.

  ‘Sure,’ Annette says, eventually. ‘I’ve told you I’m free next week. Where are you?’

  Christina tells her and Annette laughs again. She lives in a nearby city, only forty minutes away by car.

  ‘Well, then,’ she continues. ‘Let’s meet next weekend. I’ll drive over to you?’

  Christina is relaxing now, calmed down considerably by Annette’s soft, girlish voice and laid back manner.

  ‘That would be really good. My mistresses are also very keen to meet you.’

  Laughter follows, slightly incredulous, but still friendly.

  ‘Are you really serious? You’ve met three women who want you to be their maid? Sorry, Christina, but that sounds too fantastic.’

  ‘I know. I’m not denying that. But it’s true.’

  At that precise moment, Helen grabs the phone from Christina.

  ‘Annette?’

  Another long pause and then a nervous, ‘Yes?’

  ‘This is Helen, Christina’s mistress. I’m sure she’s told you all about me. If you could come down next weekend we’d be really grateful. I assure you that Christina is not exaggerating, and that you’ll find this out for yourself
if you visit us.’

  She then gives the phone back to Christina. ‘Get her over here next Friday evening.’

  When Christina goes back onto the phone, Annette expresses amazement, yet in her voice there is a distinct tone of intense sexual excitement. At Helen’s insistence Christina gives Annette the address of the apartment block and they agree to meet at 7.00 p.m. the following Friday.

  ‘I want you to spend some time with Annette, to reassure her, and then bring her over to the house about 9.00 p.m.,’ Helen explains, once the phone call is over.

  Christina rises from the computer and curtseys her understanding. The beautiful mistress and her lovely sissy slave then leave the flat.

  * * *

  For the rest of the day, she acts as maidservant to all three women, beautifully attired in her formal French maid’s uniform, serving tea, cleaning, helping to prepare dinner. The pleasure she takes in this sweet subjugation is heightened by two things: Helen’s assurance that she would arrange for Christina to stay as her slave permanently and the impending visit of Annette. Yet even as she anticipates meeting the lovely she-male, she also finds herself wondering why the three women, and particularly Helen, are so keen to meet her as well. Could it be that they intend to induct her as a sissy maid, that she and Christina are to serve Helen, Donna and Anne together? This thought, still a fantasy, fills Christina with joy.