Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  Now naked, Christina curtseys her understanding, although what exactly Donna does mean is more than a bit of a mystery.

  Over the next thirty minutes, Donna helps Christina to dress in a striking white maid’s uniform. Every item of clothing is an exactly matching snow-white: lace-frilled rubber ‘foundation’ panties, a leather corset, white, seamed silk tights, white silk panties, an expertly padded silk bra, a beautiful silk maid’s dress, a silk pinafore, and a pair of white patent leather court shoes with striking five-inch high heels. The blonde wig is kept in place and her make-up is carefully touched up. A pair of white silk gloves are slipped over her hands and then she is allowed to see the finished product in the wardrobe mirror. And what she beholds is a heavenly vision, a maid angel, the sexiest, sweetest image of she-male submission imaginable, one that brings a gasp of deep, narcissistic pleasure from her lovely sissy mouth.

  It is just after ten by the time Christina is returned to the living room. She wiggle-minces into the room and curtseys deeply before Helen, who is sitting on the sofa drinking another glass of wine. Helen smiles and sits up.

  ‘My, my,’ she whispers. ‘What a pretty little angel.’

  Christina smiles and performs another curtsey, this time making sure that her lovely silk panties are fully displayed for Helen’s amusement.

  ‘I think we need more wine, Christina. Go to the kitchen and prepare a fresh bottle and glasses.’

  Christina curtseys and totters sweetly into the kitchen. By the time she returns with a silver tray laden with a bottle and three fresh glasses, Anne has brought a transformed Annette down to join them.

  Upon seeing Annette, the poor sissy maid has difficulty preventing a gasp of amazement and dropping the tray. For before her is an even more striking vision of ultra-feminine submission. Annette has been dressed in a uniform that is exactly the same in every detail to the one that Christina is so happily wearing, except that hers is totally pink: pink pinafore, pink dress, pink seamed tights, pink high heels. Her red hair has been untied and is spilling over her slender shoulders, and a dainty pink maid’s cap has been positioned on the top of this thick, glossy mass.

  It is quite obvious that Annette is deeply aroused and as her eyes meet Christina’s they communicate a profound ecstasy. Yet even in the heat of this erotic distraction, Annette manages a rather excellent and very deep curtsey that ensures all the women and Christina get a very good view of her befrilled pink silk panties.

  ‘Wonderful,’ Helen says, stepping up to Annette and taking her soft, dimpled chin in her hands. ‘Simply wonderful.’

  ‘She’s obviously had her share of male lovers,’ Anne says. ‘Her arse is wider than Chrissie’s. It took the full-size dildo with very little resistance. Although she wasn’t too impressed by the restrainer.’

  The women laugh as Annette blushes. Then Helen steps up to the new sissy maid.

  ‘You will stay here until Monday morning. During the weekend, you will act as our maid and obey us and your fellow mistresses without question. You will assist Christina under our instruction. Do you understand?’

  Annette curtseys once more, her excited eyes cast modestly to the floor.

  The two sissy maids spend the next two hours serving their mistresses. Annette is an elegant and eager slave and spends most of her time mincing around Anne. The wicked, beautiful redhead treats Annette like a tame cat, idly stroking her silken thighs while chatting to Donna and Helen, holding up her glass when it requires refilling with an arrogant indifference that only serves to inflame Annette even more. But then, perhaps inevitably, Annette makes a mistake, spilling a tiny drop of wine on the sofa, and she quickly finds herself dragged across Anne’s long legs and her panty-imprisoned bottom is the victim of a particularly sound, relentless spanking. Yet despite the obvious pain this causes her and the tears that soon pour from her lovely green eyes, intense excitement surrounds her body like a burning halo. And, once returned to her high-heeled feet, she serves Anne with an even greater enthusiasm.

  And it is well after midnight when the women eventually decide to retire. Helen quite blatantly takes Anne’s hand and leads her from the room, Annette’s eyes widening in jealous amazement as she does so.

  ‘Donna, I’m sure you won’t mind putting the sissies to bed. Then maybe you’d like to join us?’

  Now it is Christina’s turn to feel the bitter bite of jealousy.

  ‘Now you know how I feel,’ Donna whispers to Christina, before ordering the two gorgeous she-males up to Christina’s room.

  Once in the room, Christina is ordered to strip Annette down to her freshly restrained sex. Christina eagerly obeys, taking a deep, burning pleasure in slowly undressing the redheaded she-male, whose desperate breathing and moans of pleasure betray the depth of her own sissy arousal.

  Eventually, Christina has stripped Annette down to her tights and the rubber panties beneath, and it is only as she slowly begins to roll the tights over the panties that the true extent of Annette’s paradoxical manhood becomes clear.

  Donna, who has been watching the undressing with amused, undoubtedly aroused eyes, steps forwards for a closer look, ordering Christina to stand clear. She then pulls the tights down to the sissy’s slender ankles and, with one eager tug, hauls the panties down to her knees, a sharp intake of breath following the revelation of Annette’s tightly restrained sex.

  ‘Bloody hell,’ she gasps.

  Poor Christina’s eyes have widened with a mixture of shock, jealousy and arousal, for Annette’s sex is extremely impressive, at least ten stunning, very erect inches that have pulled the rubber restrainer to the very edge of its capacity. Annette blushes furiously and then squeals like a little girl as Donna takes this substantial cock in her hands and studies it like a scientist beholding a new, mutant species.

  ‘This’ll keep you entertained,’ Donna says to a very confused Christina.

  Then, to Annette’s extreme excitement and Christina’s dismay, Donna, after applying the expansion gel, gently eases the restrainer off the huge, engorged sex.

  ‘Go to the dressing table and look in the top drawer,’ she says to Christina. ‘You’ll find two stockings and two cock-rings. Bring them here.’

  Curtseying deeply, the she-male minces over to the dressing table and retrieves the rings and stockings. She then stands by Donna, hands held out, as her lover and mistress takes one of the soft, scented black nylon stockings and slowly slips it over the head of Annette’s striking sex.

  Poor Annette cries out with a familiar mixture of frustration and pleasure as the stocking is pulled into place, her knees visibly buckling under the tremendous weight of her arousal. And as soon as the stocking is positioned, she takes one of the awful double cock-rings and carefully snaps it into place. Cries of pleasure become moans of pain. The rings are actually too narrow for Annette’s thick, long sex and have to be forced together, thus biting deeply into the lovely she-male’s most tender flesh.

  Despite her obvious discomfort, Annette remains in a state of wild arousal and watches with sex-maddened eyes as Donna strolls over to the wardrobe, returning with two very familiar baby-doll nightdresses, two pairs of matching nylon stockings and two pairs of matching silk panties. Like the maid’s outfits, one baby-doll is pink and one is white, and it is the pink one, together with the panties and the stockings, that Donna then insists Annette put on.

  As Annette struggles with the baby-doll, Donna helps Christina to strip down to her own fiendish rubber restrainer. As she does so, her hands glide teasingly across the sissy’s silky smooth body.

  ‘If you’re going to sleep together, I’m afraid you’ll have to be restrained. And there’s no telling what you’ll get up to if you’re not tightly bound and gagged.’

  Poor Christina moans with a terrible excitement as Donna then spreads expansion gell over her rubberised cock and then eases off the restrainer, only to replace it very quickly with the scented stocking and the dreadful, painful cock-ring. And once Christina is sui
tably restrained, her eyes nearly watering with the discomfort of the fiendish ring, she is ordered into the white baby-doll and the accompanying stockings and panties.

  In a few minutes, the two lovely she-males are standing before Donna, their hands behind their backs, looking extremely sexy in the semi-transparent baby-dolls and sheer, self-supporting nylon stockings. A smile of cruel pleasure on her face, Donna then returns to the dressing table to retrieve numerous lengths of the black rubber cording, a roll of silver masking tape and two more pairs of panties, both black, both made from very fine silk.

  She places the weapons of bondage on the bed and takes up the panties.

  ‘Open wide, girls. A pair of Helen’s and a pair of mine. Both worn today. It’s a pity we didn’t know Anne was going to take such a shine to you, Annette, otherwise I’d have found a pair of hers.’

  Donna then stuffs the first pair of panties into Annette’s wide-open mouth. From the look of trance-like excitement in her gleaming green eyes, it is clear that she is enjoying every second of her servitude intensely, and the sight of this beautiful she-male being tightly gagged only adds to Christina’s own already considerable arousal.

  And once the panties have been forced home, Donna tears off a long, thick strip of the tape and spreads it firmly across Annette’s pretty, soft lips, sealing the panties in place and making any protest against her bondage utterly impossible.

  Christina continues to watch as Donna then binds Annette’s arms behind her back at her wrists and elbows and then leads the beautiful, moaning sissy over to the bed. She pulls back the silken sheets and then helps Annette to lie face down. Once Annette has been positioned on the bed, Donna takes up two more lengths of the rubber cording and tightly binds her finely stockinged ankles and knees. She then uses a third length of cording to bind Annette’s ankles to her wrists and thus secure her in a very tight and strict hog-tie that produces a moan-cum-squeal of deeply masochistic pleasure from the lovely sissy.

  As Annette struggles helplessly on the bed, Donna returns to Christina and begins to prepare her slave lover for bed. As she forces the panty gag deep into Christina’s mouth, their eyes meet and the gorgeous sissy sees once again the fires of a powerful jealousy. It is clear that Donna is determined to make her suffer tonight, yet the more she tries to punish her sissy slave, the more her sissy slave will love her. And both of them know this.

  Soon Christina is gagged and her arms are lashed tightly behind her back. Then she is led over to the relatively narrow single bed. Donna carefully pushes Annette over to the left side of the bed, ensuring that she is subsequently left balancing precariously on the edge. Christina is then helped to lie face down in the space that has been created. Yet even this space is too narrow, and Christina finds herself pushed tightly up against Annette, yet at the same time positioned right on the very edge of the bed.

  As Donna secures Christina’s legs and then the hog-tie, she teases the two lovely sissies terribly.

  ‘I’m afraid there isn’t much room, so I suggest you don’t try to arouse each other by moving about. Just to make sure you don’t fall off the bed and hurt yourselves, I’m going to tie you together.’

  She then proceeds to tie a further length of the rubber cording to the middle of the cord binding Christina’s wrists to her ankles and then pull this length over to the cord binding Annette’s wrists to her ankles, thus pulling the sissies tightly together. She then ties this extra cord in a very tight knot.

  ‘This way, you should both be able to act as counterbalances against falling off the bed,’ Donna explains, stepping back to admire her latest living bondage sculpture. ‘But if you struggle too much, one will fall and drag the other one with her. So beware.’

  Donna then takes up the large white silk sheet and lays it gently over the two sissies.

  ‘Sleep tight, girls,’ Donna teases, smiling broadly before turning towards the door.

  As she reaches the doorway, she flicks off the light and plunges them both into a darkness that is made complete as she shuts and locks the door.

  Pressed so tightly together, yet both struggling to maintain a precarious balance, the two sissies have been placed in a deliberately tortuous position. As they fight to keep their balance, they rub up against each other repeatedly, thus only managing to excite themselves even more. This in turn causes their already stiff sexes to expand and meet the painful and relentless opposition of the fiendish metal cock-rings. Yet even in this strange, uncomfortable state, the two she-males are still wildly excited, and they are soon both releasing a series of high-pitched baby girl squeals of pleasure into their fat, pungent panty-gags.

  That night there is little sleep. Yet there is plenty of the strange, dark and very deep-rooted pleasure that both sissies find in the rituals of domination, submission and ultra-bondage. In their delicate, sexy costumes, so firmly panty-gagged, so securely bound, they rest so closely to each other, revelling in the sexed-up body heat of the other beneath the soft, silk sheet. Yet this is only the beginning of their relationship, and both know now that they are on the verge of a truly ecstatic and deeply feminine future.

  Eleven

  The two sissies are not freed from their erotic bondage until nearly 9.00 a.m. the next morning. Aching, tired and still terribly excited, they are made to strip naked by Donna and Anne. The cock-rings and stockings are slowly removed and then they are made to share a long, hot shower, their freed, straining sexes rubbing together as they struggle to wash their sissified bodies in the confined space.

  Their eyes meet as their most intimate regions collide.

  ‘It would be easier if we washed each other,’ Annette whispers.

  Christina smiles nervously and nods. Annette takes her bar of pink, heavily scented soap and begins to create a thick lather in her lovely hands. She then gently massages the suds into her fellow slave’s silky chest. Christina responds by soaping Annette’s thighs, her face momentarily brushing against the redhead’s furious, stiff sex as she leans down.

  Annette is a natural redhead who wears her lovely hair long both in her feminine guise and as Alan, her male persona – previously revealed to Christina in their e-mail correspondence. Already aware that the mistresses insist that Christina wear wigs, Annette carefully washes what little natural hair Christina has with an expensive female shampoo.

  By the time Anne orders them both back to the bedroom, the two sissies are thoroughly cleansed and even more excited. After drying each other off carefully, they wiggle-mince back into the bedroom to be met by Donna, Anne and also by Helen.

  ‘We’ve decided to have a little party tonight, girls,’ Helen announces, ‘and you will act as maids to the guests for the evening. The house will need to be thoroughly cleaned and you’ll both be required to help with all the other preparations. Anne has also organised a photo shoot for this afternoon with Ingrid. So there’s a very busy day ahead.’

  Helen and Anne leave Donna to help dress Christina and Annette in the elegant, sexy maids’ costumes to which they had been introduced the night before, including the less severe rubber restrainers. While Donna provides general supervision, she is keen to ensure that the two sissies help each other dress, and the pleasure the she-males gain from this co-operative transformation is quite considerable. They help each other with guiding hose up silken legs, with binding corset laces, with clipping bras into place, with buttoning up elaborate maids’ dresses, with tying pinafore ribbons in fat, sissy bows, with clipping dainty maids’ caps into place; every gesture performed with an exaggerated feminine grace, every gesture a form of sissy love-making.

  Then they are ready, Christina in white, Annette in pink, two spectacular and utterly convincing she-male beauties, two gorgeous sissy slaves eager to do the bidding of their mistresses.

  The rest of the morning is spent thoroughly cleaning each room in the large, elegant house. Under Christina’s general instruction, Annette proves a willing and competent trainee. Unfortunately, Christina is constantly dis
tracted from her instruction by the striking beauty and natural femininity of her charge, by the sight of her petticoat-laden maid’s dress riding up her long, pink-hosed legs as she bends over to perform some menial task, by a flash of her beautiful green eyes or a sexy pout of her soft cherry-red lips. As they work from room to room, Christina’s physical attraction to this gorgeous she-male beauty, initiated in her flat, developed in the heat of their all-night ordeal of tight sissy bondage, is consolidated in the effort of their domestic servitude.

  By lunchtime, the house is even more pristine than the day before, positively sparkling under the impact of the constant round of cleaning undertaken by Christina and now by Christina with her new, sexy assistant. They serve a simple sandwich lunch to Helen alone (Donna and Anne having gone out). Helen watches every move the two sissies make and the way any excuse is always found for their sweetly feminised bodies to rub ‘accidentally’ together.

  ‘Are you enjoying being with Annette, Christina?’ Helen suddenly asks.