Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  Christina hesitates, looking over to her lovely sissy companion before answering. ‘Yes, mistress. Very much.’

  ‘Are you attracted to her…sexually?’

  A longer pause follows this question. ‘Yes, mistress.’

  ‘Donna is rather jealous, you know.’

  Christina curtseys, but does not respond.

  ‘But she understands what we are doing, that certain sacrifices have to be made. So she won’t reject you, although I think you’ll find her a slightly harder task mistress from now on.’

  Christina curtseys once again.

  ‘As I mentioned earlier,’ the gorgeous, regal mistress continues, ‘later this afternoon there will be a special photo session organised by Anne. It will take place in the spare room and Ingrid will be assisting. I also understand she will be bringing a friend. I have agreed that you can be released from your duties for three hours, between 2.00 p.m. and 5.00 p.m. Now, I want you to return to your room for the next twenty minutes or so and you will be called when required.’

  The two sissies curtsey deeply and then wiggle-mince from the room, up the stairs to the spare room. Once alone, there is a deep silence framed by the static electricity of sexual desire. The two she-males face each other, they consume each other with hungry, stunned gazes. Then Annette speaks, her voice a hoarse, deeply aroused whisper.

  ‘Oh, God, Christina. I can’t believe it: everything you said was true! And it’s so incredibly sexy. Last night was simply a dream. I’ve never been so turned on! And you look so wonderful. And when you told Helen that you were attracted to me! And the restrainer…my God, it’s so kinky, so sexy. It just makes me want to…’

  Her voice trails off.

  ‘What?’ Christina says, her own state of arousal all too obvious. ‘Tell me what it makes you want to do.’

  ‘To make love to you,’ Annette whispers, her eyes widening, her tongue crossing her cherry-red lips slowly, teasingly.

  Poor Christina sways nervously in her lovely high heels and feels her own rigid sex strain angrily against its tight, wicked rubber prison.

  ‘You said you would,’ Annette continues. ‘If I came here with you.’

  Perhaps surprisingly, it is Christina who then steps forwards and takes Annette’s face in her hands and then gently yet passionately kisses the sexy, nervous and very excited redhead. Then they are lost in each other, locked in a tight, desperate embrace, their hot, wet mouths pressed tightly together, their hands slipping beneath their sweet, dainty petticoats and seeking out hosed, tightly panty clad, rubber-imprisoned sexes.

  They totter towards the bed. Christina is amazed by the power of her sexual excitement and by her eagerness to make love to her beautiful she-male friend. Yet just as they are about to fall together onto the small, single bed that had been such a deeply erotic prison for them both, they hear voices in the corridor. Suddenly terrified, they rapidly part and stand to pretty sissy attention. Then Helen enters the room, followed by Anne, the stunning, ice-blonde Ingrid and, to Christina’s surprise, a tall, handsome black man carrying a large black leather travelling bag

  The sissies curtsey deeply, both making an almost helpless point of showing off their delicately hosed thighs and pretty, befrilled silk panties.

  ‘Meet Christina and Annette,’ Helen says, turning to the man.

  He is dressed in a very tight pair of black leather trousers and a sleeveless black cotton T-shirt. His broad, muscular arms and firm, flawless torso betray a highly trained, athletic build. Strangely, he beholds the two she-males with a relaxed, yet clearly impressed gaze and a rather warm smile.

  ‘Ladies,’ he says in a soft, deep American accent.

  The two sissies respond to his greeting with another deep curtsey and his smile widens.

  ‘Annette, Christina,’ Helen says. ‘Meet Bentley. He’s a friend of Ingrid’s, and he’s very kindly agreed to help us out with the photo shoot. Bentley is a professional master, who caters for men and women with a submissive streak. A bit of an expert, I understand.’

  Ingrid is carrying a black leather hold-all and is already taking from it a very expensive Japanese camera.

  ‘We’re going to do a bondage shoot,’ Anne explains, as Ingrid begins to test the light in the room. ‘Basically, a damsels in distress scenario. This will make up the first pay gallery for the website: Sissy Maids in Bondage, Part One. We’ve already seen that Chrissie has rather impressive acting skills, and this will be a good opportunity for Annette to show us her abilities.’

  As Anne explains the logic behind the shoot, Helen finds a chair in a corner and sits down to watch.

  Bentley then opens his bag and takes from within it a thick roll of red masking tape and a long coil of thin white rope. Annette’s eyes widen with a mixture of horror and excitement and she looks from Bentley to Anne, her concern all too apparent.

  ‘Don’t worry, Annette,’ Anne says, her tone surprisingly gentle. ‘Bentley knows what he’s doing. He won’t hurt you unless you want him to.’

  ‘We’ll start off with Christina being captured,’ Ingrid says, moving around the two sissies with the camera. ‘A simple scene. Christina is working, then Bentley the burglar sneaks in and overpowers her. She is tightly bound and gagged and put onto the bed. Then he is interrupted by Annette, who soon finds herself joining her pretty companion. Then Bentley decides to have some fun with his captives, stripping them down to their undies one at a time and then tying them together on the floor, before robbing the house.’

  Annette watches in amazement as Christina is thrust before Ingrid’s camera and immediately begins to pretend to be making the bed. After a few minutes the striking figure of Bentley enters the range of Ingrid’s camera. Christina has been filled with a strange, deeply masochistic excitement ever since the nature of the scenario has been explained. As she pretends, rather convincingly, to be concentrating on straightening the covers of the bed, Bentley slips behind her and then, in one quick, balletic gesture, slips a large, elegant hand over the sissy’s pretty, red-lipped mouth. Suddenly locked tightly in Bentley’s relentless embrace, his hot, hard body pressed tightly against hers, Christina feels a delicious sense of helplessness, and almost swoons in his grip, but at the same time she is very much aware of her role as a damsel in distress and begins to struggle vainly in Bentley’s powerful grasp and squeal fearfully into his huge hand. This hand is suddenly replaced by a pair of white, heavily scented panties, which are pushed deep into the sissy’s willing mouth. Ingrid is now standing directly in front of Christina and the camera is clicking away insanely. Christina widens her eyes and produces a very convincing look of sheer terror, squealing helplessly. Then a thick strip of red masking tape is spread over her lips and she is completely silenced. Next, she is pushed forwards onto the bed and her arms her forced behind her back. As she struggles, her petticoats and skirt rise up her hosed thighs to expose her panty-sealed bottom. Then, to her shock and deep, deep pleasure Bentley, holding her wrists together with one hand, begins to gently caress Christina’s exposed bottom.

  ‘My, my,’ he whispers to her, ‘you really are a sexy little sissy, Chrissie. We really do need to get to know each other much better.’

  And as he teases her, the camera captures every melodramatic, intensely erotic moment.

  Then her wrists tightly are lashed together with the rope, followed by her elbows. Soon she has been dragged across the bed and her ankles and knees have also been tightly bound. Finally, a longer length of the rope is used to tether her ankles to her wrists and leave her in the tightest, firmest hog-tie she has yet experienced. She tries to fight the bonds and squeals fearfully into the fat panty-gag; she rolls precariously from side to side, she revels in her role as the sissy maid captured and tethered by this handsome, sinister man.

  Then it is Annette’s turn. As Christina’s struggles are so convincing, Annette is ordered by Anne to enter the scene, to pretend to interrupt Bentley’s wicked work. Suddenly, the pink maid is also locked in the ma
n’s powerful, unyielding grasp, her mouth sealed by his huge hand. Suddenly she too is squealing and struggling. In a delightful moment, she is pulled off her feet and carried across the room to the bed, her heeled legs wiggling helplessly, to join her helpless sissy sister in bondage, Ingrid following every movement, taking hundreds of pictures.

  As Annette is bound and gagged in exactly the same manner as Christina, her eyes widen with mock fear, her arousal not very effectively concealed, Christina’s eyes wander over to Helen, sitting very still in the corner, her own eyes never leaving this kinky spectacle, her excitement mixed with a cool, careful calculation.

  Then Annette joins Christina. Both are carefully positioned across the width of the bed, their lovely heads resting over the edge. Side by side once again, they are forced to look down at the floor as Bentley towers over them, his leather-clad crotch only inches from their sissy faces.

  ‘Great, fantastic. I’m sure I’ve got loads of excellent shots,’ Ingrid says.

  ‘I suggest we retire for tea,’ Helen responds, her voice cool, amused, perhaps aroused. ‘Let’s say a thirty-minute break, then we can start on part two.’

  ‘What about the young ladies?’ Bentley asks, his soft voice betraying a genuine concern.

  ‘Leave them there,’ Anne says. ‘They love being tied up together.’

  And so the two lovely sissies are once again left on the bed, bound, gagged, both in a state of severe sexual arousal. And here they stay for some forty minutes, moaning helplessly into their inescapable gags, struggling against the expertly secured bonds with no hope of or wish for escape, both eagerly awaiting the return of the dashing, powerful figure of Bentley.

  Despite her intense arousal, Christina finds herself slightly tormented by guilt. The implications of the effect Bentley and Annette have had on her are obvious: a deep vein of homosexual desire has surfaced with the full expression of her masochistic femininity. Yet her desire for Donna, indeed for all her mistresses, is still burning strongly. So it is now clear that Christina is a fully bisexual transvestite, something that she may have known for much longer than she now cares to admit. And while this revelation brings some guilt, it is a guilt that is totally overwhelmed by the power of her desires and the intense pleasure they are bringing her.

  By the time the mistresses and Bentley return, the two she-males are writhing with an almost uncontrollable masochistic pleasure. As Ingrid takes up her camera once more and Helen retakes her seat, Bentley leans down by his two captives and smiles at them.

  ‘Are you ready for some more fun, girls?’ he asks.

  The two sissies nod their heads and squeal furiously into their panty gags, their legs and heels pulling and pushing against their tight bonds with a furious, desperate sexual need.

  Bentley then begins to untie the two she-males, eventually leading them both, still tightly gagged, to the centre of the room.

  ‘Take off your pinafores, dresses and bras,’ Anne orders as Bentley regards them with amusement and a very real hint of arousal, his eyes particularly attracted to the quivering form of Christina, who finds herself staring up at him with shy, girlish eyes filled with a burning desire.

  The she-males strip as instructed as Bentley takes more lengths of rope from the leather bag.

  ‘Now, I want to see fear,’ Ingrid says, once again beginning to snap picture after picture. ‘You have been stripped and revealed to be sissy she-males. What will this dark stranger do to you? My God, he’s tying us up again! What is going to happen? Please don’t hurt us, we’ll do anything… anything .’

  Ingrid’s dramatic direction provides suitable inspiration and soon the two lovely she-males are squealing fearfully into their tight, inescapable gags as Bentley begins to rebind their arms and legs. Within a few minutes, their arms are bound behind their backs at the wrists and elbows, as are their feet at their finely hosed ankles and knees. Swaying on their high heels, they wiggle and moan and then squeal with fear as Bentley gently guides Christina down onto her knees and then rocks her carefully onto her stomach. He then sets about resecuring the extremely tight, severe hog-tie and, once satisfied that the she-male has no chance of any kind of significant movement, tips her onto her side, all the while Ingrid’s camera clicking furiously above her. Christina watches in mock horror as Bentley then pulls Annette down to join her on the floor, and soon the two she-males are tightly hog-tied, resting on their sides and facing each other.

  It is then that Bentley leans over Christina and begins to caress her thighs and panty-kissed bottom.

  ‘You’re very beautiful, Christina. I’m not too sure I can control myself much longer.’

  Christina squeals with sissy pleasure that quickly turns into aroused shock as the gorgeous black man slips his hands into the waistband of her silk panties and then slowly eases them down to her bound, hosed knees. Then he carefully unrolls her tights and begins to slip down the black rubber panties that make up the first layer of sissy restraint. As he gently guides the panties over her buttocks and hips, Christina’s rigid, rubber-cocooned sex suddenly pops out. The sissy squeals with embarrassment into her scented gag, her excitement now almost unbearable. Soon the rubber panties have joined the tights and silk panties and Christina is watching as Bentley repeats this forced removal of underwear on the lovely, moaning, writhing Annette. Then Annette’s very long and rock-hard sex, also tightly rubberised, is revealed and Bentley lets out of whistle of amazement.

  ‘Zowie!’ he jokes. ‘Anne certainly is one lucky lady.’

  As their sexes are exposed, Ingrid moves in very closely with the camera. The two sissies respond by writhing with mock fear and outrage, their terror-streaked eyes beautifully capturing the essence of bound and gagged damsels in some considerable distress. Yet their bondage ordeal is only just beginning, for Bentley has now produced the roll of red masking tape again and crouched back down over the sissies. Using his free hand he carefully pushes Christina towards Annette until their sexes are actually touching. Then, to the she-males’ genuine horror, he tears a very long strip of the wide tape from the roll and proceeds to wrap it very delicately, yet tightly around the two rubberised sexes, thus binding the two she-males very securely and intimately together. The two sissies squeal with a new, wild pleasure as another length of tape is torn free of the roll and added to their sexes, and soon their rock-hard cocks are sealed from base to tip with thick red tape.

  So intimately bound together, the she-males’ struggles begin to take on a new, highly erotic form. Squeals turn to moans of pleasure as the bizarre reality of this odd bondage hits home. So tightly bound cock to cock, even the slightest movement forces their sexes to rub together in a very exciting way, effectively causing them to masturbate each other in their tight sissy bondage.

  Smiling, Bentley leans forwards and pats both she-males on their exposed backsides, then he brings his head down very close to Christina’s.

  ‘Donna tells me you’ve got a very clever tongue, Chrissie, and a pretty arsehole. I intend to find out for myself after the party.’

  Their eyes meet and poor Christina manages to force a stunned moan of deeply pleasurable apprehension from her fat panty gag.

  Ingrid packs up the camera and Helen comes over to get a closer look at her bound and gagged slaves.

  ‘They look so sweet,’ Helen says to Ingrid.

  ‘Yes, Bentley has a way with bondage,’ Ingrid replies.

  ‘Let’s go and have a drink and talk about some other plans I have.’

  The three women and Bentley then leave the room and Christina and Annette are left on the floor, trussed together by their sexes, squirming with a terrible pleasure in their tight, intricate bondage. Their eyes meet as they struggle and all each sissy can see is an aching, animal passion and a desire for it never to end.

  * * *

  The two sissies struggle passionately for nearly an hour, their eyes fixed upon each other’s bound, wriggling body, before Donna returns to the room. Dressed in a powder-blue si
lk suit consisting of a jacket and very short skirt, plus a semi-transparent white silk blouse, cream tights and powder-blue patent leather stiletto-heeled mules, she is a vision of dominant beauty. A huge smile lights up her face as she beholds the two tethered sissies.

  ‘Dear me, what’s happened here, then? A visit from young Mr Bentley, I think.’

  Leaning down, she spends maybe ten minutes figuring out how to untie Annette, then very carefully peels away the tape binding the two she-males’ bulging, aching cocks together. Once freed, Annette is left to untie her sissy companion, who is clearly hurt that she was not the first to be released.

  ‘Don’t give me that sad little girl look, Chrissie,’ Donna snaps. ‘Bentley has told me about how horny you were around him. You little slut. Well, you can be as horny as you like tonight, because Helen has given you to him for the weekend. I’ve already told him about your oral skills, so I’m sure he’ll find plenty for that pretty sissy mouth to do.’