Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  As soon as Christina is free, Donna insists they both strip down to their restrainers and then return to the shower. Here, under her strict supervision, they are made to wash and scent each other and then, once dried, they are returned to the elegant wooden dressing table, made to make each other up and then given fresh underwear. Within a surprisingly short time, they are both fully and very expertly made-up and perfumed. Donna then presents them with fresh rubber panties and two pairs of white nylon tights decorated with a striking silk lace pattern. The sissies slip into the tights with a sense of delighted expectation, already aware that they will have a very special costume for the impending party.

  The tights are followed by two white rubber mini-corsets which Donna insists they secure as tightly as possible. These are followed by something quite surprising: pink satin, lace-befrilled Victorian-style bloomers, whose long, elasticated legs stretch down to the upper edges of their hosed knees. They are then given the two familiar silk bras, both very firmly and realistically padded. Next come two gorgeous pink silk camisoles, again heavily frilled with expensive white lace, which they are made to pull over their heads and stretch tightly over their feminised torsos and down to the waist bands of their bloomers. Yet this is merely the warm-up for the main attraction. For as the two sissies excitedly position the camisoles, Donna takes from the apparently bottomless wardrobe two spectacular dresses. They are also made of pink satin, but are covered in rows of darker pink silk and lace-intertwined frills that run in hoops around the dress from the very high neck down to the wide, yet quite short skirt. Donna hands the dresses to the she-males and watches with a smile of satisfaction as the sissies, wide-eyed with arousal, help each other into them.

  The dresses, which are secured by a long row of white pearl buttons that run from the base of the torso section to the top of the high, befrilled neck, are a surprisingly tight and revealing fit, their wide, petticoat-laden skirts only just reaching the tops of their bloomer-covered thighs. It is only as the dresses are buttoned into position that the sissies notice that they are designed with a much longer rear section, which stretches down to cover their bottoms, thighs, and upper rear legs. And as Donna returns to the wardrobe, it is Christina who realises the dresses are in fact elaborate Austrian ‘milkmaid’ costumes, a realisation that is confirmed as Donna produces two wide-brimmed cream-coloured straw hats, hanging from each of which are two lengths of thick silk ribbon. Yet before the hats are fitted, she places them on the bed and helps Christina into her gorgeous Bettie Page wig.

  ‘You look incredibly sexy, Chrissie. Bentley will be so pleased with you,’ Donna teases.

  Then, from Christina, a moment of madness. ‘But I still love you, mistress.’

  There is a brief silence, Donna’s beautiful blue eyes momentarily filled with a strange mixture of anger and hurt.

  ‘I know,’ she says, finally. ‘And if you truly love me, you’ll do anything Bentley wants. He is a very important part of your training. If you’re going to be a proper sissy maid, you must be able to pleasure both men and women.’

  Christina curtseys. ‘Of course, mistress. But I will never want to serve anyone as much as you.’

  Then the briefest of smiles. ‘We can talk another day. Now put this on before I gag and spank you.’

  Obeying without hesitation, Christina carefully rests the hat on her bewigged head and then Donna ties the two lengths of pink silk ribbon in a fat bow beneath her sweetly dimpled chin.

  Annette is helped into her hat and Donna then leads the two lovely sissies to the bed. Here she reveals two pink shoe boxes, both of which contain a pair of spectacular ankle boots with five-inch stiletto heels, covered in a skin of white silk and with pink silk ribbon laces and a striking butterfly-shaped diamond buckle. The sissies help each other into the shoes while Donna returns to the wardrobe to retrieve two pairs of very beautiful white glace gloves. Once the sissies have secured their elaborate, sexy footwear, Donna stretches the gloves tightly over each hand and then secures them with a row of tiny silver buttons running along each wrist.

  The she-males are then allowed to parade before the full-length mirror, once again marvelling in the shocking authenticity of their transformations and admiring the pretty, ultra-feminine clothing they have been forced to wear.

  ‘The guests will start arriving at seven,’ Donna says. ‘I want you to go downstairs and present yourselves to Helen. She will tell you what to do.’

  Christina and Annette curtsey sweetly and mince in the lovely boots from the room. As they walk out into the corridor Annette whispers to Christina.

  ‘This is a dream, Chrissie. I never want it to end! Will you ask Mistress Helen if I can stay here, with you and…?’

  ‘And?’ Christina asks, a coy smile crossing her lovely face.

  ‘And Mistress Anne. She’s…very special. She did things that…that made me feel so…good. I want to be her slave. I want to stay and be her absolute slave.’

  ‘If I get a chance, I’ll ask Mistress Helen. But I’m sure she’ll want you to stay. And you know I want you to stay. They want us to be together.’

  Then Annette takes one of Christina’s gloved hands in her own and they hesitate at the top of the stairs, facing each other with wide, ultra-sexed eyes.

  ‘I want you, too, Chrissie. So badly. But in a different way to Mistress Anne. I want…I want to be your lover and her slave. When we’re tied up together. God…it’s so sexy. And the restrainer, and the dildo. God, the dildo! Every step is heaven, every step is like making love with a man!’

  ‘Or a she-male?’

  ‘Yes! It’s like I hope it will be with us…eventually.’

  Christina leans forwards and places a gentle kiss on Annette’s lips. Then the two sissies carefully mince down the steps to the living room to confront an utterly shocking sight.

  At first, Christina thinks a third she-male has been brought along to the party; for before them is a tall, very shapely figure dressed in a black satin French maid’s costume, her back turned to the two she-males, her head bowed, as she stands before Helen and a smiling, or rather smirking, Anne. The dress is particularly short, with a very wide skirt attached to which is a thick ocean of very fine white lace petticoating. She has very long, curving legs sheathed in black silk, seamed stockings, legs that lead down to feet imprisoned in a pair of spectacularly high heeled, black patent leather court shoes. Over the sexy maid’s dress is the standard pinafore of white silk secured by silk ribbons tied in a very fat bow at the base of her spine. And over her short brown hair is a dainty maid’s cap.

  Confused, the sissies curtsey in the doorway and await their instructions. And it is Helen who first notices them, Helen who stops her conversation with Anne and who then gestures for the two lovely she-males to come forwards.

  ‘You both look very beautiful,’ she says, her smile hiding some deeper, stranger meaning. ‘I’m sure you’ll both be shining examples to Katherine.’

  And it is then that the third maid turns to face them and that Christina’s sexy mouth drops open in amazement. For standing before her is Katherine Grainger, once Chris’s disliked, plain and mean boss, now revealed as a beautiful, sexy woman in a particularly stunning French maid’s costume. Katherine’s face, expertly and heavily made-up, with blood-red lips, rouged cheeks and even a sexy beauty spot, betrays no recognition of Christina, but her acute humiliation is all too obvious.

  ‘Katherine has decided to come and join our growing staff of domestic slaves. It turns out that her interest in me is rather stronger than I thought, and that she’s quite prepared to do anything I tell her. That includes becoming my slave and falsifying medical evidence to ensure your resignation can be processed without returning to work.’

  It is only as Helen exposes Katherine’s misbehaviour that the new slave finally understands who Christina actually is. Her own dark brown eyes widen in amazement; a very slight smile crosses her face.

  ‘Chris? This is Chris?’ she says, clearly amazed
.

  Helen laughs loudly. ‘Yes, it’s Chris. But we call her Christina now, and you’ve got a very great deal to learn from her…including when to keep your mouth shut. Anne, can you get the gag, please?’

  A look of terror suddenly crosses Katherine’s face and she turns to Helen.

  ‘No, please…not that again. I’m sorry, mistress. It’s just the shock…I mean –’

  The slap to her face is hard and fast and Katherine totters backward in shock. Anne then steps forwards and forces a very large, red rubber ball gag into Katherine’s mouth and buckles it tightly into place.

  ‘You’ll wear that for the rest of the evening. You can also expect a sound thrashing and some very tight bondage when we go up to my room later.’

  Huge tears of despair begin to trickle from Katherine’s eyes and Christina now fights a cruel smile of her own.

  As Christina and Annette are set to work, Katherine is made to stand in the middle of the room. Her hands are tied behind her back, then her ankles and knees are also tightly secured. Reduced to a spectacle of humiliation and utter subjugation, she is to spend the rest of the evening as a visual amusement for the guests, an amusement made even more entertaining as Anne subsequently steps forwards and hangs a white cardboard sign around her slender, pale neck. Printed on the sign in large red letters are the words PLEASE SPANK ME. A long leather paddle, attached to a silken cord leash, is then carefully tied around the unfortunate slave girl’s waist in such a way that there is just enough slack for the paddle to be picked up and applied to her befrilled bottom.

  As Katherine sways helplessly, tears pouring from her eyes, Christina helps Helen set out a buffet of finger snacks on the dining table.

  ‘I want you to train Katherine, Chrissie,’ Helen says. ‘She has already submitted her own letter of resignation, although she will have to work her notice. She will be here most evenings and every weekend from next week. You will have complete control over her, including the right to punish her as you see fit. I suggest you take full advantage of this power.’

  Christina curtseys deeply before the gorgeous, majestic mistress.

  ‘As you may have noticed, Bentley is rather taken by you,’ Helen continues. ‘In order to ensure his continued co-operation, I have given you to him for the weekend. Donna is a bit annoyed, but it’s all too clear you’re madly in love with her and she can see the entertainment value of your bisexuality. Anyway, you will spend the night with Bentley and do whatever he tells you.’

  Again, Christina curtseys deeply. Helen smiles gently then returns to talk to Anne. A few minutes later Donna walks into the room, followed by Amanda and Lady Emily Ashcroft. The beautiful, very plump blonde mistress is dressed in a striking black silk trouser suit and a pair of very high-heeled boots. Her hair exploding over her broad shoulders, she looks every inch the perfect dominatrix. Lady Ashcroft is dressed in a black, sequinned evening dress and a pair of very high-heeled mules. And as the two beauties step into the room, Christina notices that both women are holding leashes attached to silver chains, chains which lead back to two particularly pretty pets. For tottering along behind them are Myriam and Lucy, thick black leather collars attached to their slender necks (to which the chains are firmly attached), dressed in matching red and black maid’s dresses (yet with Myriam wearing sheer nylon black stockings and Lucy wearing red silk, seamed stockings), both with their wrists lashed tightly behind their backs, both fitted with mouth-filling, blood-red rubber ball gags and both wearing impossibly high-heeled court shoes that match their stockings. The two tethered girls appear both angry and terribly excited, with Lucy particularly annoyed, her tear-stained eyes wide with both fury and a helpless sexual excitement.

  Helen makes a point of introducing the two women to the tethered Katherine and there is much laughter and teasing at the maid’s expense, while the two other female slaves wiggle and moan in the back-ground.

  Christina watches in amazement as Lady Ashcroft then slips the paddle from around Katherine’s neck and forces the squealing, crying woman to bend forwards, causing her pretty petticoats to ride up her long, hosed legs to reveal a white silk panty-clad and very shapely behind. As poor Katherine cries uselessly into her fat rubber ball gag, the sexy peer then proceeds to administer a very sound spanking with the paddle, applying at least twelve hard slaps before pulling the unfortunate woman upright.

  ‘Does it turn you on?’

  The voice of Bentley, directly behind her. She spins around to face the tall, handsome man and performs a very deep curtsey.

  ‘Well,’ he continues. ‘Does it?’

  ‘Yes…very much,’ Christina whispers, her eyes cast shyly down at her feet.

  ‘Yes, what?’ he says, a slight annoyance in his deep, firm voice.

  Christina hesitates, slightly confused, then understands.

  ‘Yes, master,’ she says.

  Then his hand slips under her sissy chin and guides it up towards him. She is instantly lost in his dark, almost hypnotic gaze.

  ‘Would you like me to spank you?’

  The poor sissy nearly collapses in the sex-heat of this bizarre, electric moment.

  ‘Yes, master,’ she gasps.

  His smile broadens. ‘You look perfectly divine, by the way. The milkmaid costume was my idea. There are lots of other costumes I have in mind for you, as well. Now get me a drink.’

  She curtseys again and minces into the kitchen, dizzy with the power of her arousal, stunned by her general reaction to this strange, beautiful man.

  As she serves him a glass of golden Chablis, more guests begin to arrive, all female, mostly people she has never seen before. Friends of Helen, friends of Anne and Donna, friends of Amanda and Lady Ashcroft. By 7.30 p.m., there are maybe thirty people, all chatting, all desperate to meet the slave maids, she-male and female.

  Listening to Amanda as she introduces Myriam and Lucy to the new guests, it quickly becomes apparent that the reason they appear so agitated is that both have been fitted with fully active vibrators in their sexes and their arses.

  ‘The girls were somewhat surprised when I told then that they were to be trained as “for hire” maids,’ Amanda explains. ‘So I thought a nice big gag and some sexual distraction would make their display a little easier.’

  The poor girls are relentlessly teased and fondled by many of the women guests, and the sounds of their muffled whimpers of despair are intercut with squeals of pain from poor Katherine as guest after guest applies the leather paddle to her shapely behind.

  It is nearly 9.30 p.m. by the time Helen steps into the middle of the room and gently taps a spoon against her glass. The guests immediately fall silent.

  ‘First,’ she says, ‘let me thank you for coming tonight. You’ve now met the she-males, Christina and Annette, and the female slaves, Katherine, Lucy and Myriam. And I can see you’ve all been very impressed. As you have seen, our two she-male maids are particularly gifted servants. They are able to provide a wide range of domestic services around the house. They are also experienced sex slaves and are always eager to demonstrate a variety of oral skills. The real girls are a new addition. All are currently being broken in, but they will join the domestic staff on a full-time basis within the month. For those of you who prefer the company of women, I’m sure we will eventually be able to offer three fully trained female submissives who are more than willing to meet your every need.’

  Christina listens in confusion: it is almost as if Helen is advertising their services!

  ‘And that brings me to the reason for our little gathering. Tonight, I can officially announce the establishment of our domestic cleaning company: the Sissy Maids. A partnership between Amanda and myself, with generous start up finance from Lady Ashcroft, we will offer an exclusive, specialised service for the discerning lady in need of domestic assistance and related personal services. For a reasonable price, we can provide you with a fully trained, submissive maid, either she-male or real girl, for one eight-hour period once a week.
She will clean, wash, iron and also meet your more intimate requirements. Hard-working, utterly submissive and expert in all household duties, she will provide the highest level of service.’

  As Helen continues, a feeling of amazement overwhelms Christina. Suddenly everything begins to make sense. She has been used; after being quite deliberately selected, she has been developed and is now being sold as a commodity to make money for these beautiful, quite cunning mistresses. They have taken advantage of her she-male desires to start a potentially very lucrative internet site and now a cleaning business! This was why Helen was so keen to meet Annette; this was why Katherine, Lucy and Myriam have been brought along. These clever, gorgeous women have turned the sadomasochistic desires of their slave lovers into private enterprise!

  It is then that she feels Annette at her side.

  ‘We’re being sold into slavery,’ she whispers, her hand brushing up against Christina’s bloomered thigh.

  ‘Yes,’ Christina whispers, her eyes glazed over with shock.

  ‘She knew I would stay. Anne knew.’