Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  ‘I’m afraid Myriam was rather naughty last night and will be spending the day in the closet. I was hoping you could get to know her a little better, but that will have to wait for another day. Now, I want you to bend over on the bed, face down.’

  Amazed, appalled and deeply confused, Christina still manages to obey without a second of hesitation.

  ‘Anne tells me that you have a very accommodating arse, Chrissie,’ the plump beauty whispers, placing the box on the bed and then pulling up the she-male’s pretty petticoats and quickly lowering her panties, tights and then the rubber panties.

  She slips a hand between the she-male’s buttocks and seeks out the dildo positioned so deeply and erotically in her backside.

  ‘Well, I think it’s time we made it a little more accommodating.’

  Christina moans as the dildo is then pulled free.

  ‘I understand Helen is determined that you will be able to take a real cock, and she’s asked me to make sure you get a new, bigger dildo today. Of course, I’m only too happy to help. But I thought it silly to mess about with a gradual increase. Best to go straight to the point.’

  The frightened she-male watches as her new mistress takes from inside the box a jar of clear gel and a long, thick, hot pink vibrator. Poor Christina’s eyes widen in horror: surely this monster will never fit in her backside!

  ‘Anne bought this for me when we first met. She used to use it on me every night. Eight inches of pure ecstasy. And I’m sure you’ll agree.’

  Then a well-greased finger is exploring her already widened arse and the lovely sissy is soon moaning loudly with an intense pleasure. Then there is the kiss of cold plastic against the entrance to her arse. Almost instinctively, Christina relaxes to allow the vibrator inside. Yet it quickly becomes apparent that this intruder is much larger than anything the gorgeous she-male has previously experienced and her moans of pleasure soon turn to squeals of some discomfort as Amanda continues to push the vibrator deep into her back passage.

  ‘Just relax a little more and I’m sure it’ll go in,’ Amanda says, increasing the pressure.

  But relaxation is the farthest thing from poor Christina’s mind! She feels as if she is being split in two and her squeals of discomfort quickly becomes cries of pain.

  ‘Please, mistress,’ she cries. ‘It hurts. It’s too big!’

  In response, Amanda pushes even harder. Then something very odd happens. Christina feels her anus suddenly expand and almost suck up the vibrator. With a strange, sickly ease the wicked device is then forced home. Suddenly, she feels like a huge rubber pole has been pushed into her very gut and her buttocks have been permanently prised apart. There is a gaping hole in her that has been filled to bursting point by an impossible and fiendish torture toy!

  As she struggles with this strange, worrying sensation, Amanda slowly helps Christina back to her feet. As she does so, Christina feels the massive intruder push even further into her arse and tears of panic begin to trickle from her baby girl eyes.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Amanda whispers, her voice full of a deep sexual excitement. ‘It’s just the last bit of physical resistance. It’ll feel strange at first, but there’ll be no permanent physical damage done.’

  Christina tries to stifle her tears. Amanda then helps Christina back into the rubber panties, tights and delicate silk panties and straightens her sexy maid’s costume.

  ‘Right’, Amanda says, her eyes consuming the she-male beauty. ‘Now for the gag.’

  Then, to Christina’s further distress, Amanda takes from the box what initially appears to be another vibrator, yet closer inspection reveals that it is in fact a large, rubber penis gag attached to two lengths of thick black leather!

  ‘Open wide!’ Amanda snaps.

  Christina obeys and Amanda forces the long, ribbed gag deep into the helpless sissy’s pretty mouth.

  The rounded tip of the gag is pushed firmly up against the back of Christina’s mouth and then strapped tightly into place. Her tongue is completely flattened by the gag and any sound, even the tiniest squeal, is subsequently made impossible. Also, there is the terrible, utterly humiliating sense of having a huge rubber cock rammed tightly into her mouth. Yet this is not all, for once the gag is strapped in place, it quickly becomes apparent that, at some point very recently, it has been inserted in a very intimate female place.

  ‘The gag will be uncomfortable at first, Chrissie,’ Amanda says, a teasing smile lighting up her face. ‘But you’ll need to get used to it. Also, look at it as good practice for the real thing. And I hope you like the taste: I was using it on Myriam’s cunt last night.’

  As Christina struggles to come to terms with the gag, Amanda returns to the box and takes from within it a small pair of black leather shackles joined by a very thin, short silver chain. As Amanda kneels down to attach the shackles to Christina’s slender, hosed ankles, the trembling, highly aroused she-male notices that each shackle is fitted with a row of tiny bells. Once these belled shackles have been attached, Amanda then produces a second set, almost identical, but with an even shorter connecting chain. These she fits just below the lovely she-males nylon-sheathed knees. Yet even this is not the end of the shackling, for another set is soon being fitted to her wrists. Then, finally, a longer length of silver chain is produced, which is fitted with a small self-locking hook at each end. This is fitted to the connecting chain running between the knee shackles and the connecting chain between the wrist shackles.

  ‘There,’ Amanda says, obviously satisfied that her she-male slave is adequately secured. ‘All ready for a morning’s sissy labour.’

  Like a member of some bizarre she-male chain gang, poor Christina is then led from the room, shuffle-mincing behind the stunningly ample form of Amanda, the huge vibrator throbbing sensually in her arse, the vast penis gag ensuring an absolute silence, her lovely eyes wide with fear and arousal, each tiny, high-heeled step accompanied by a symphony of delightfully tinkling bells. And it is in this strange state that she is set to work by Amanda. First, to clean the ground floor, to wash up a huge pile of dirty plates in the kitchen, to polish, to dust. Then to work on the upstairs, cleaning the toilet and bathroom, hoovering, dusting and polishing in each of the four bedrooms. A hard, continual graft made ten times more difficult by the gag and the shackles and the constant intrusive presence of the large, hard vibrator. Four hours of intense sissy labour, often carefully observed by Amanda. Not just observed, but also examined. It is almost as if Christina is being put to the test for some mysterious, no doubt deeply perverse reason. Yet the lovely she-male has been very well trained and, despite the difficulties imposed on her, she performs her tasks with a striking sissy enthusiasm and style, and the gorgeous Amanda is clearly very impressed.

  Then, at precisely 12.30pm, she is led back to the original bedroom, unshackled, freed of the dreadful gag and then helped to undress. She is very quickly stripped down to her rubber restrainer and then taken back down to the corridor to the bathroom. Here, carefully supervised by the ample blonde, she is placed under a steaming hot shower and made to wash herself thoroughly with scented soap. She is then dried, powdered and perfumed and taken back to Amanda’s bedroom, placed before the dressing table mirror and once again very carefully made up.

  Despite the bizarre torments of the morning, Christina has remained continually and quite violently erect. The plump blonde beauty exudes a very powerful sexual energy and her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes are filled with a wicked erotic electricity. As Amanda applies the finishing touches to her slave’s make-up, Christina finds herself staring with intoxicated desire at the beautiful blonde’s very large breasts. Momentarily, sweet memories of suckling Helen return and she wonders what it would be like to worship these substantial, impressive melons.

  Satisfied that her charge is suitably decorated, Amanda returns to the closet. Once again, the tethered, tightly gagged figure of poor Myriam is displayed, her struggles now considerably lessened, her muffled protests weak,
sad, exhausted. As Amanda carefully steps over her, Christina wonders once again what on earth is going on in this house. It would seem that Myriam is, in some way, a slave to Amanda in the same way that Christina is to her three mistresses. This bizarre truth fills the kinky she-male with a deep arousal and for a moment she envies the lovely French girl’s tight, inescapable bondage.

  ‘I suppose you’re wondering about Myriam,’ Amanda says, closing the closet door and returning holding a large collection of particularly unusual clothing. ‘She started off in this country as an exchange student. I took her on as a temp at the store over a year ago. She was rather hard up and needed the work quite desperately. Then I offered her a room, for all the wrong reasons. It didn’t take long for things to develop. She was eighteen, rather impressionable. Amazingly, a virgin. Then we became lovers. Or rather, Anne and I shared her. One thing led to another. She willingly joined in our little power games. Then the games became reality and she was very happy. So now she’s more or less my sex slave. And despite appearances, she loves every second of it.’

  Christina struggles to take in this amazing tale as Amanda lays the collection of clothing out on the bed. The poor she-male’s eyes then widen in a mixture of horror and amazement as the nature of the costume becomes apparent. For before her is a very fine white satin blouse with thickly befrilled and puffed up sleeves, a very high, equally befrilled neck and a band of wavy satin frilling that runs straight up the middle and within which are located a row of large, silver-grey pearl buttons. Next to this astonishing sissy blouse is a beautiful black velvet jacket with very large red buttons shaped in the form of roses. It too is covered in lacy frilling at the sleeves, hem and neck. Then, next to the jacket, there is a large pair of Victorian-style child’s short trousers, also made of black velvet and also covered in lace frills at the waist and the base of the short legs. Finally, there is a pair of very fine, self-supporting black silk stockings.

  ‘As Myriam is rather indisposed at the moment, I need a replacement in the shoe section this afternoon. I think you’ll make a rather appropriate replacement, Chrissie. I also thought it would be amusing to dress you up for the occasion. I’m sure my customers will be very impressed.’

  And so, under Amanda’s instruction and in a state of terrible trepidation, Christina begins to put on this highly embarrassing, very intricate ‘Little Lord Flaunteroy’ costume. First, slipping expertly into the long, sheer and very sexy black silk stockings, which ensure that she remains very firmly and desperately erect. Then, she is helped into the gorgeous white satin blouse. As she secures the row of buttons running right up to the very top of the frilled neck, a terrible, deeply masochistic sense of sissy surrender overwhelms her: suddenly, the idea of being exposed in public in this sissy attire is not so terrible; indeed, as she is helped into the short trousers, whose befrilled legs only just reach the tops of her stockinged knees, fear has well and truly been replaced by a terrible, kinky arousal, an arousal whose result is made strikingly obvious by the design of the trousers, which are very tight and zipless and, without any panties, reveal the true extent of her excitement for all to see. Yet Amanda seems indifferent to this blatant exposure and concentrates on helping her slave into the jacket and then carefully buttoning it up to the edge of the blouse’s wildly befrilled neck.

  ‘My, you look gorgeous, Chrissie!’

  Christina has little chance to respond before Amanda takes a black shoebox from beneath the bed and produces a pair of truly stunning shoes. Made of black patent leather, they are essentially very pretty Mary Janes, yet each is fitted with a four-inch high stiletto heel and a lovely diamond butterfly buckle. Christina is made to sit on the bed. Amanda kneels down before her and then carefully slips the shoes over the sissy’s delicately stockinged feet. Yet even this is not the end of this new sissification. For as soon as the shoes are secured, Christina is made to rise to her feet and follow her amply formed, ultra-sexy mistress back to the dressing table. Here, a spectacular wig of long blonde ‘bang’ style curls is produced and carefully fitted over her own very short hair. Then, a broad, perverse smile lighting up her lovely face, Amanda carefully applies two rouge circles to the sissy’s cheeks and a new layer of blood-red lipstick to Christina’s helplessly pouting, very full lips.

  ‘Perfect,’ Amanda purrs. ‘Absolutely perfect.’

  Poor Christina stares at her reflection in absolute horror and is even more appalled when Amanda helps the sissy to her feet and then makes her stand before the full-length mirror. Without the feminine padding, Christina appears little more than a very feminine young man, a disturbingly pretty youth lost halfway between male and female, but whose biological sex is made glaringly obvious by the very tight black velvet trousers. Yet it is not just the bizarre spectacle that Amanda has created that fills poor Christina with dread: there is the awful fact that she is to be paraded in this condition before a series of strange women in a public place, a humiliation made perhaps more severe than anything she has experienced so far. And as huge baby tears well up in her lovely eyes, Amanda bursts out laughing.

  ‘Oh, yes, marvellous – the final sissy touch! Well, not the final touch, actually.’

  As the tears trickle down her sissy cheeks, Christina can only watch fearfully as Amanda then opens a small silver box resting on the dressing table and takes from within it a very large baby’s dummy, a dummy that is terrifyingly familiar: the phallic-shaped dummy gag that had been her constant companion during the first seven days of the induction week!

  The poor sissy is soon begging for mercy, but this only increases Amanda’s laughter and soon Christina’s mouth is once again tightly filled and the dummy gag’s ribbons have been tied tightly in place at the back of her slender, pretty neck.

  ‘Yes. That’s it. Now, put your hands behind your back.’

  Christina obeys, now bleakly resigned to this new humiliation, her eyes wide, tear stained, and beholding her strange reflection with a sense of ultimate doom. And as Amanda tightly ties her wrists behind her back with a black nylon stocking, forcing her chest out and making her already blatant erection even more apparent, the sissy realises that, despite all this awful embarrassment, this quite evil psychological torture, she is more excited than ever.

  * * *

  Amanda drives to her shop with Christina travelling in the back seat, her hands and feet bound with stockings, her mouth filled with the humiliating dummy gag. Despite the strange, even disturbing spectacle that she makes, no one seems to notice the tethered sissy and, even though Christina spends the journey terrified that she will be spotted or that the car will be stopped, they arrive outside the service entrance to the shop without incident.

  Moaning fearfully into the gag, Christina’s feet are untied and she is then gently helped from the car and led into the rear of the shop. She is soon once again in the corridor leading to the main display area and then back in the private viewing room. Here, Amanda unties her wrists and carefully removes the gag.

  ‘You will cover the shoe section between 2.00 p.m. and 4.00 p.m. Lucy, my senior assistant will oversee your work. I have also arranged a private fitting for a friend at 4.00 p.m.’

  Christina curtseys her understanding, relieved that she is to be spared the awful torment of spending the afternoon dummy-gagged. Then the door to the private room opens and a tall, willowy blonde enters the room, a broad smile on her face, her eyes eating up the bizarre spectacle that is Christina with a sly enthusiasm which turns to titters of cruel entertainment when her eyes finally reach the kinky vision of the poor she-male’s tightly restrained and quite deliberately displayed sex.

  ‘Lucy, meet Christina. You will supervise her until Lady Ashcroft arrives.’

  Lucy, her golden hair tied in a tight bun and clad in the sexy shop uniform of tight white sweater, very short cotton skirt, black hose and heels, snaps a confident ‘Yes, Miss Chalmers’, and then takes Christina by the hand.

  ‘This way, Christina.’

  Staring wi
th pleading eyes at a smiling Amanda, Christina is then led from the room, wiggle-mincing in her heeled Mary Janes, her sex swinging from side to side in the teasing velvet trousers.

  ‘My, you are a pretty little thing,’ Lucy coos, as they return to the long corridor. ‘But perhaps not so little?’

  Christina blushes and Lucy bursts out laughing.

  ‘And I love your outfit. You look so cute! When you came in the other day, none of us could believe you were a boy. But now, well, there’s really no denying that fact!’

  Then they walk out into the rear of the main display area and a wall of blank, sickening fear washes over the helpless she-male. Christina stops dead and gasps in horror. Lucy laughs and pulls the terrified she-male forwards.

  ‘Don’t be silly, Christina. There’s nothing to be afraid of!’

  Poor Christina is then forcibly led to the section of the display floor specialising in ladies’ shoes. Four large racks, each with six shelves loaded with a vast variety of elegant, expensive ladies’ footwear, form a quadrangle, at the centre of which is a number of leather-backed fitting stools. Luckily, there is nobody in the shoe section and Christina finds herself relaxing only very slightly as she is led to the stools.