Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  At exactly 6.30 p.m., Christina, now filled with a sexually tinged nervous anticipation, is led from the house and into Helen’s car. Driven across the city by Helen, she stares down at her long, white-nylon-sheathed legs and feels her sex strain against its tight rubber prison. All her dreams are coming truer than she could ever have imagined; everything is finally working out for her. She is in a state of bliss.

  ‘Oh, I forgot to tell you,’ Helen says, turning briefly to her slave. ‘I’ve sorted out the situation at work. You’re now on sick leave but, providing my contact can get around the personnel paperwork, you should be able to resign without notice on medical grounds within the month. So you won’t have to go back.’

  A smile of utter joy lights up Christina’s pretty face. ‘Oh, thank you, mistress!’ she exclaims.

  Helen smiles and nods. ‘You should know that I intend to resign as well, to concentrate on developing your potential. Anne has already submitted her resignation and, once she has worked out her period of notice, she will work full-time on the website. Donna is still considering her position.’

  Christina takes in these revelations with a servile nod, but soon her mind is racing with their implications for her very sissy future. Yet at the back of these almost delirious ponderings is a question: how on earth did Helen, a relatively low-grade clerical assistant, manage to arrange for Christina (as Chris) to develop an illness that circumvented the personnel regulations of her (his) employer?

  They arrive at the apartment building a few minutes before 7.00 p.m. As Christina elegantly steps from the car, Helen reminds her that she expects the two she-males to be at the house by no later than 9.00 p.m. Christina whispers a nervous, ‘Yes, mistress,’ and begins to mince towards the building. As Helen’s car pulls away, a soft, vaguely familiar voice calls her name. Christina turns and finds herself facing Annette. She is dressed in a long black coat that is open to reveal a tight white sweater, a black leather skirt, and very sexy, long legs sheathed in black nylon which are resting on black leather stiletto-heeled mules. Her red hair bound in a tight bun, she is a striking image of sophisticated womanhood, her pretty blue eyes wide with trepidation and excitement, her cherry-red lips curved into a slight, nervous smile.

  ‘Annette?’ Christina responds, stunned by this sudden, beautiful manifestation.

  The two she-males behold each other in a shocked, highly erotic silence.

  ‘Yes, it’s me,’ Annette eventually says. ‘I thought it was you, even with the blonde wig. I recognised your legs. You look fantastic, even better than the photograph.’

  Christina smiles. ‘Thanks. You look great, too. I love the coat.’

  After this, there is another short, painful silence as the sissies nervously size each other up.

  ‘Well, let’s go up to my flat and talk,’ Christina says, leading Annette into the main entrance.

  In the lift, going up to Christina’s apartment, there is a terrible, electric silence, the she-males’ eyes never meeting, but both of them studying the other’s sexy form intently. Then, her voice cutting through the dreadful sexual static filling the lift, Annette speaks.

  ‘You’re so beautiful, Christina. I can’t believe it.’

  Her voice is filled with sex, with desire, with a hoarse, brutal arousal. They have been together only five minutes and already Christina is nearly overwhelmed by an intense, yet deeply ambivalent desire for this she-male beauty. She had never thought this would happen, especially so quickly.

  ‘So are you,’ Christina stutters. ‘To be quite honest, I’m shocked. I didn’t think this would happen.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘That we’d be…well…’

  ‘Turned on…by each other?’

  Christina nods weakly, feeling her heart pound furiously in her head and her sex stretch angrily against the rubber restrainer. The lift door opens and she nearly falls out into the corridor.

  She fumbles with the door key and eventually they mince into the flat. Christina leads Annette through to the living room. Here she helps the gorgeous she-male to slip out of her coat, revelling in her powerful musky perfume as she does so. Annette sits down, crossing her long, black-nylon-sheathed legs. Poor Christina can only stare in astonishment as the black leather skirt rides up her shapely thighs to reveal hints of stocking-tops.

  ‘Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of white wine, somewhere.’

  Annette smiles and nods, her eyes now fixed on Christina’s own legs.

  Christina hangs the coat up, digs the bottle of wine out of the fridge and returns to the living room. She places the bottle on a glass-topped coffee table and returns to the kitchen for a corkscrew and glasses, very much aware that as she turns away from Annette, the other sissy’s eyes are drinking up her perfectly feminised, ultra-sexy body.

  Eventually, Christina sits down opposite Annette and the two beautiful she-males sip nervously at their glasses of chilled wine, their eyes now connecting and betraying the true depth of a very mutual attraction.

  ‘I’ve never done this before,’ Christina confesses. ‘Met with another…cross-dresser.’

  ‘I’ve been out for nearly two years now,’ Annette replies, clearly relieved that Christina is trying to break through the sex-tension surrounding them. ‘It was difficult at first, but the desire was too great too resist. I just had to do it. I joined a club, met some others. Then, I found I could pass quite easily, and soon I was going out all the time. But, I have to say, in all the time I’ve been “out”, I’ve never met someone as convincing as you.’

  Christina blushes and looks down at the floor, mumbling a coy, ‘Thank you.’ When she looks up, Annette is staring straight at her, her smile filled with desire.

  ‘I have been with other TVs,’ Annette says. ‘Sexually, I mean. I can see that’s what you’re thinking.’

  Christina swallows hard, her heart in her mouth, words trapped by fear and desire. All she can do is nod.

  ‘Have you any experience that way?’ Annette then asks.

  Christina shakes her head slowly as Annette’s smile widens and she rises from the chair. The lovely redheaded sissy kneels before Christina and places her hands on her new friend’s delicately hosed knees.

  ‘We can have a lot of fun tonight. And you don’t have to worry, I’ll show you what to do.’

  As the lovely she-male whispers her teasing words to Christina, her hands slip under the pink skirt towards the matching silk panties hidden beneath. Christina gasps and parts her legs slightly, her sex now furiously fighting the rubber restrainer. But then she remembers Helen’s words, the purpose of this evening, the construction of her sissy future. She closes her legs and gently pushes Annette’s hands away.

  ‘You’re very sexy, Annette. And I do feel very attracted to you, but I have to be back at Mistress Helen’s by nine, with you.’

  Annette raises her eyebrows and sits back on the heels of her feet.

  ‘You’re serious about this mistress business, aren’t you? It sounds totally unbelievable to me, Christina. A wish-fulfilment fantasy. I thought it was just a game to get me down here. That once we got to know each other, you’d let me be your mistress and then a little later we could swap roles.’

  ‘No, it’s not a fantasy. It’s real. You heard Helen’s voice. Anyway, just look at me. Do you think I did this on my own? It’s better than a fantasy, Annette – it’s the most erotic reality imaginable. It’s all your fantaseys times ten. I’m utterly serious.’

  Surprised by the force of Christina’s response, Annette elegantly stands up and returns to her chair.

  ‘So you have three mistresses. You’re their servant, their maid. This woman who spoke to me on the phone – Helen – she’s the head mistress. And you work at her house. It sounds incredible.’

  ‘There are four mistresses, now. Maybe more. And it is incredible. But it’s also true. If you come with me, you’ll find out.’

  ‘I don’t know, Chris. I really don’t. Look at it from my point
of view. Really, I hardly know you. This might be a plot of some kind. Some weird sex thing.’

  The doubt in Annette’s eyes is very real. Christina can see it will be very difficult to get her to come to meet Helen. Then, a simple means of helping to convince Annette pops into her mind. Now she slips out of her chair and kneels before the sexy redhead, placing her hands on Annette’s black-nylon-sheathed knees.

  ‘If you come with me, I promise I’ll make all your dreams come true. We’ll go to the house. You don’t have to come in. If you want to come back, fine. And even then, I promise I’ll do whatever you want, willingly. Just come to the house.’

  As she talks, she slowly slips her hands beneath Annette’s skirt and begins gently to caress her stocking-tops. As she does this, and as she whispers her promises, the other she-male moans slightly, her eyes close, she begins to slip down into the chair. Then Christina removes her hands.

  ‘Well?’ she asks.

  Annette looks at her and smiles. ‘OK. Let’s go.’

  They finish the wine quickly and then leave the building. Annette leads Christina to a nearby car park. She steps up to a beautiful, brand-new, silver Jaguar sports car and Christina gasps in amazement.

  ‘This is yours? What did you do…rob a bank?’

  ‘Sort of. I work for a bank. Or rather, an international banking house.’

  Annette opens the passenger door and helps Christina inside. The lovely she-male finds herself sinking into plush grey leather seats and nearly moans with pleasure.

  Annette climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the motor.

  ‘Banking must pay well,’ Christina says, her eyes eating up Annette’s gorgeous legs.

  ‘I do OK. But I’d give it up tomorrow if the right offer came along.’

  They arrive outside Helen’s house twenty minutes later. The journey has been tense, with little conversation. It is now clear that Annette is very wary of coming to the house and still questions Christina’s motives. It is just before 9.00 p.m. Annette pulls the car into the large driveway, clearly impressed by the huge, plush residence.

  She then turns off the motor and faces Christina.

  ‘Even if I don’t go in, you’ll make love to me tonight?’ she asks, her hungry eyes betraying the true depth of her desire.

  Christina smiles and, suddenly very confident, leans forwards and takes Annette’s face in her hands. Then she kisses her, a long, hard, passionate kiss that leaves Annette flushed, aroused and gasping for breath.

  ‘If you come inside, that’s just a taste of what to expect. That and the realisation of all the fantasies we’ve discussed on the Net.’

  Annette follows Christina to the door in a trance and is still staring into a sex-shocked oblivion when Helen opens the door. Christina immediately performs a very deep curtsey.

  ‘This is Annette, mistress.’

  Shaken from her trance by the appearance of the stunning, regal Helen, Annette smiles nervously.

  ‘I’m glad you could come, Annette.’

  Helen ushers the two she-males into the hallway and then leads them into the living room. Here they discover Anne and Donna waiting by the fireplace, chatting and drinking wine.

  ‘Ladies,’ Helen announces, ‘meet Christina’s friend, Annette.’

  As Christina instinctively curtseys before the two mistresses, Anne and Donna turn to greet Annette, who is staring at the two women like an amazed astronaut coming across two beautiful extra-terrestrials.

  ‘Hello, Annette,’ Donna says, stepping forwards, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of friendliness and jealousy. ‘It’s nice to meet you after everything we’ve been told by Chrissie. Please take a seat. Chrissie, get Annette a glass of wine.’

  Christina curtseys and, taking the bottle and a glass from the coffee table, carefully pours a drink for her new she-male friend.

  Annette, smiling nervously, takes the glass with a shaking hand and then takes a very long sip of the expensive French white wine.

  ‘You’re very pretty,’ Anne says, her eyes filled with something more than the usual mixture of cruelty and contempt. ‘Much prettier than Chrissie told us you were. I think she’s a little jealous of you.’

  Annette laughs nervously and stares up at the tall, emerald-eyed redhead. Tonight, Anne is dressed in a short white-and-black checked skirt, a tight white sweater, black tights and high heels, her beautiful red hair spilling over her shoulders. She looks fantastic and Annette is clearly very impressed.

  ‘Christina is very b-beautiful, too,’ Annette stutters, trying not to stare hungrily at Anne’s gorgeous, perfectly shaped legs.

  ‘You like Christina?’ Helen asks, joining the group now surrounding Annette.

  ‘Yes, very much. I’m amazed by how convincing she is.’

  ‘We’ve put a lot of work into her,’ Helen replies. ‘And she’s also quite naturally talented.’

  ‘And she really works as your maid?’

  Helen smiles. ‘Oh, yes. We’ve trained her to serve us in any way we see fit. She is completely submissive and obeys us without question. Indeed, it’s very obvious she enjoys her servitude. I suspect masochism is a trait of most transvestites. Are you a masochist, Annette?’

  A sudden, brutal question, a bolt of fire out of a blue sky of civility that causes poor Annette to choke on her wine and break into a brief fit of coughing.

  ‘Perhaps I phrased the question poorly,’ Helen continues, moving closer to Annette. ‘Do you like the idea of being dominated, by women, by rather good-looking women? Isn’t this a fantasy you share with Chrissie?’

  Annette, now surrounded, looks at Helen, then at Donna and finally at Anne. She continues to stare at Anne as she whispers a very hoarse, ‘Yes, it is.’

  ‘I’m sure you’ll look very sexy in a maid’s uniform,’ Anne purrs, holding Annette in her cobra-like gaze.

  ‘Would you like that?’ Helen asks. ‘To join Christina and become one of our maids? Just for the weekend, to start with – to see if you like it. Then, well, we can think about the future later.’

  Christina watches, fascinated, as fear and doubt slip from Annette’s face like a worn skin, to be replaced with a very powerful arousal.

  ‘I…Yes, I would,’ Annette mumbles after a while.

  ‘Good,’ Helen snaps. ‘We rather hoped you would. And I think there’s no time like the present. So maybe Anne could take Annette upstairs and get her suitably attired?’

  Anne smiles and nods. ‘Of course, Helen. Come on, Annette, follow me.’

  Christina watches Annette rise from the sofa and allow the cruel dominatrix to take her gently by the hand and then lead her from the room.

  ‘She’s marvellous!’ Helen exclaims, as soon as Annette has gone. ‘Even better than I expected. And so easy to control.’

  ‘Anne seems to like her,’ Donna says, a slight edge cutting through her normally relaxed voice.

  ‘Yes, I didn’t expect that. I thought I’d have to dress her.’

  ‘And she’s not the only one who likes her,’ Donna continues, turning to Christina.

  The sissy maid blushes, but does not respond.

  ‘I suggest you take Chrissie up and get her ready as well,’ Helen says to Donna. ‘Then we can see what they look like together. Use the white uniform tonight.’

  And so Christina is led from the room by Donna, up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. Dressed in a tight black sweater and a black rubber mini-skirt, black tights and high heels, Donna is a sleek, sexy beauty, and Christina’s mad hunger for her is quickly revived.

  Once in the bedroom, Donna orders Christina to strip down to her restrainer as quickly as possible. As the she-male obeys, Donna returns to the apparently bottomless wardrobe and begins to take from it the items that will make up this evening’s costume.

  ‘You seem very attracted to Annette,’ Donna says, placing a large pile of white lingerie on the bed.

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ Christina replies, knowing that only a truthful response wi
ll satisfy Donna.

  ‘Well, that’s hardly surprising – she’s beautiful.’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’

  ‘And I can see she really fancies you. Which is actually a good thing, what we’ve been planning for, really. Especially Helen. But I can’t help feeling a bit jealous. I can’t help saying that to you, Chrissie.’

  Christina is amazed by this response.

  ‘Jealous, mistress? Why? Surely you know how much I love you. Love and desire you.’

  A slight smile crosses Donna’s face and she turns to face Christina. ‘Yes, I do know. And I will go along with Helen’s plans, because Annette is going to be very important for your development. But that doesn’t mean I’ll enjoy it, and it does mean I might be a little harder on you.’