Silken Slavery

by Christina Shelly

  ‘They know none of us will ever leave. They know we love our servitude.’

  ‘And they know we’ll love becoming domestic servants for even more women. They know we are prisoners of our desires.’

  This secret discussion is interrupted by clapping. Helen then cuts through the crowd, which is now seeking out Anne to place initial ‘orders’ for the sissy maids.

  ‘I take it you approve of my plans?’ she says, beholding the two lovely she-males with stern, sexy eyes.

  They both curtsey.

  ‘Yes, of course you do. Annette needs a little more training over the next few weeks, but you can watch as we, together with Christina’s help, prepare the real girls.’

  More curtseys follow.

  ‘This is going to be a big change for both of you,’ Helen continues. ‘We will insist that you give up all aspects of your former life. Your jobs, your homes, your friends. Everything. You will sell your property and all your male possessions. You will transfer the proceeds from these sales into my company bank account, along with any savings or other monies. This will be used to finance your ongoing feminisation and to reimburse me for the considerable cost of your development so far. You will come to us with nothing but your desire. You will work for Sissy Maids four days a week, Monday to Thursday. On Friday you will be required to act in a series of videos we are developing as an extension of Anne’s website. There is a massive market for internet pornography, especially of the transvestite and sadomasochistic variety. We intend to establish a video library of TV Bondage scenarios and also a subcatalogue of straight and lesbian bondage stories featuring Katherine, Lucy and Myriam. We will stream extracts on the website and sell the full videos via a mail order service. Ingrid and Bentley will be instrumental in helping to expand this side of our business interests.

  ‘At weekends, you will be allowed to spend time with your personal mistresses, Christina with Donna, Annette with Anne. We have also agreed that Christina can spend every other Sunday with Bentley at his home. The Sissy Maids will officially open at the beginning of next month. We will begin the first video shoot at the end of next week.’

  The two lovely sissies stare at Helen in utter amazement.

  ‘I take it you agree to the terms I have laid out?’

  Without a second’s hesitation, they both perform deep, eager curtseys.

  ‘Good. Now, Annette, Anne wishes to speak to you. And Christina, I believe Bentley is waiting for you in one of the guest rooms.’

  As Annette minces away into the crowd, Helen takes Christina to one side.

  ‘You have come a very long way in a very short time, Christina. I’m very proud of you.’

  Christina smiles and curtseys.

  ‘But you should know that I wish to make even more fundamental changes to you. I have consulted a leading plastic surgeon concerning cosmetic surgery and breast implants. I intend for both you and Annette to be physically transformed into living sissy dolls, the only remaining evidence of your true sex being your genitalia. If all goes well, you will soon have forty-inch breasts and a sex-bomb body designed purely for pleasure. I will talk to Annette later, but I need to know now that you will co-operate with this transformation.’

  Stunned, Christina stares up at Helen as if at a divinity and then whispers a muted, ‘I understand, mistress.’

  ‘But do you understand, Christina? Truly ?’

  ‘You can do anything to me, mistress. Anything.’

  ‘Good. Very good . Now go and take care of Bentley.’

  Christina curtseys and wiggle-minces from the room, her sissy mind spinning with the incredible revelations of the last two hours. Eventually, she finds herself standing outside the door of the room where Bentley is staying. It is now nearly 10.30 p.m. and the lovely she-male knows she has a long and exciting night ahead of her. She knocks nervously on the door and Bentley’s soft voice responds.

  ‘Come in, Christina.’

  She opens the door and steps into the room, her heart pounding in her sissy head, her sex burning into its tight rubber prison, her buttocks pushing down hard on the rubber phallus positioned deep in her anus.

  Bentley is sitting on the bed, wearing only a pair of black cotton underpants. His hard, muscular body is a shock and a delight to the mesmerised sissy; so is the huge erection clearly visible through the underpants as he climbs from the bed and walks towards her.

  She curtseys before him and a warm smile spreads across his handsome face.

  ‘You look stunning, Chrissie. I can’t believe you were ever a man.’

  He then takes Christina by the hand and leads her to the large double bed. He sits her on the bed and then takes her face in his large, elegant hands. He then leans forwards and places a soft, gentle kiss on her quivering sissy lips and she falls into his powerful arms.

  He guides her back onto the bed and carefully removes the straw hat, allowing her long, thick hair to fall over the silk pillows. She watches with helpless fascination as he then kneels over her and pulls down his underpants to reveal a huge, stiff, very dark sex, a symbol of profound masculine power that sends a shockwave of submissive pleasure through her lovely form.

  ‘Turn over, Chrissie,’ he orders.

  She turns onto her stomach and his hands wrap around her waist. Then she is being pulled up onto her hosed knees so that her bottom is presented directly to his rampant sex. She moans with pleasure as she feels his gentle hands work down the bloomers, then the tights, then the rubber pants. She wiggles her shapely naked bottom and gasps as his hand disappears between her buttocks and then slowly, lovingly pulls the phallus from deep within her anus. Then he parts her legs. After a brief pause, she feels a greased finger slip into her anus and begin to lubricate its velvet walls. She squeals with pleasure and wiggles her sexy bottom even more desperately. He then removes the finger and it is quickly replaced with the tip of his rock-hard cock. At his command, she tries to relax. Then he begins to push gently into her. Instinctively, she parts her legs further to accept his substantial sex. And very soon, it is slipping deep within her and she is moaning with a quite savage, wordless pleasure. Amazingly, at least three-quarters of his full length manages to enter her backside, a testimony to the effectiveness of the other anal intruders that have filled her arse over the past weeks. Then he begins to pump, to set up a soft, easy rhythm, to fuck this sexy she-male.

  Moans increase in volume. Moans slowly become cries, and soon Bentley’s own pleasure is being very vocally expressed. His hands grip her slender hips and he is soon driving hard into her. She loves every divine second of it.

  When he comes, it is as if she has been given an enema of lava, his hot spunk quickly filling her arse with a brutal, percussive power. Yet even this is intensely pleasurable, and as his screams of pleasure fill the room, she pushes her arse harder against his cock. Then, spent, he withdraws from her and falls onto the bed. Almost immediately, she turns around and kneels down by his prone form. He stares at her in amazement as she then leans forwards and begins to lick the remaining tears of come from the head of his circumcised cock. The taste of the come, salty, hot, fills her with a strange arousal, an effect similar to that inspired by the taste of Helen and Donna’s most intimate regions and garments. And as she licks his cock clean, Bentley moans softly and begins to stiffen once again. As he returns to a fully erect state, she opens her mouth wide and lowers it over his cock, taking its impressive length deep into her mouth until the engorged head is pressing against the back of her throat. Then, using her tongue and lips, she begins to tease him back towards orgasm. His hands reach out for her head. He leans back and releases a low, hungry moan of pleasure. She feels him expand still further in her mouth, feels the central vein of his sex throb. Then his back arches and he pulls her head down hard on his sex. She feels his cock stab even deeper into her mouth. Then a powerful jet of hot come is crashing against the back of her throat, a jet she instinctively begins to swallow. As he bucks and cries out, she fights to keep his sex
in her mouth and to consume the jet of thick come, ensuring that she drinks every last tasty drop and then siphons off the few drops still lingering around the fat, bulging head with her expert tongue. Then she too pulls away and collapses onto the bed beside Bentley, overwhelmed with an intense, deeply feminine sexual pleasure, her sense of delicious sissy submission complete.

  Eventually, Bentley pulls himself up and kneels beside the exhausted, sated she-male.

  ‘Everything Helen said is true, Chrissie,’ he gasps, his eyes betraying both arousal and surprise. ‘But even more so. You’re amazing! That’s possibly the best blow-job I’ve ever had!’

  Looking up at Bentley’s muscular frame with wide, baby girl eyes, Christina smiles. ‘Thank you, master.’

  Bentley then leans forwards and kisses the gorgeous she-male, a long, intensely passionate kiss that produces a loud, girlish moan of pleasure.

  Then he very gently and carefully begins to undress her, kissing each newly exposed part of her body as he does so, and soon she is naked on the bed before him, the tight rubber restrainer the only remaining item of body covering.

  ‘In a way,’ he says, running a long finger over Christina’s rigid, rubberised sex, ‘it’s a shame that you have to be restrained.’

  Christina moans helplessly and arches her back as Bentley continues to tease her restrained sex.

  ‘Oh please, master – please let me come,’ she moans.

  Bentley smiles. ‘No, not yet. Now bend over.’

  In the next hour, Bentley fucks Christina twice more and insists she pleasure him orally a further three times. His incredible sexual stamina amazes her, and as she falls back onto the bed after bringing him to his sixth orgasm, the room is spinning and she is slipping into an exhausted, bottomless blackness.

  A desperate, muffled moaning wakes her. Her eyes flutter open. She is still in the guest room, still on her back. The room appears empty, but there is still the sound of the moaning. She sits up. She is still naked. Then, she notices that the restrainer has been removed and her sex stands before her, fiercely erect and quite desperate, a burning tower of rigid flesh.

  Then she turns towards the muffled moans and finds herself staring at Annette. Annette on the floor, dressed in a pink baby-doll, with matching self-supporting and seamed stockings. Annette face down, her arms bound tightly behind her back at the wrists and elbows with white stockings, her knees and ankles tied likewise. Her mouth sealed with red masking tape, her cheeks bulging with some hidden and very fat gag. Her eyes wide with desire and desperation, now staring angrily and hungrily at Christina. Then the trussed she-male rolls onto her side, to reveal she is wearing no panties, and that the rubber restrainer has also been removed from her sex. In its place is a very sheer white stocking, pulled tightly over its furious length and tied in place with a pink silk ribbon around her balls. Unrestrained, bound, gagged, she is a tightly trussed present for Christina, a fact made quite clear by the fact that around her neck is another cardboard sign, similar to the one that had been tied around Katherine’s neck, reading, SPANK ME FUCK ME.

  Christina, her own sissy eyes wide with amazement, her own freed sex now so very, very hard, climbs nervously from the bed and kneels down before the squealing, wiggling Annette.

  ‘Well,’ Christina whispers, ‘what a pretty package.’

  Annette squeals even louder and shakes her tightly sheathed sex at her she-male mentor and would-be lover.

  Christina then leans forwards to pull the tape from Annette’s mouth, but the lovely sissy shakes her head furiously.

  ‘You want to stay gagged?’

  Annette’s eyes widen further and she nods her head hopefully. Christina smiles tenderly and then sets about helping the lovely, tethered she-male to sit up, then very carefully she helps Annette to her bound feet. Guided by Christina, Annette hops to the bed where she is gently helped to sit down. Christina kneels down before her and begins to untie the ribbon binding the stocking sheath in place. Annette squeals with a desperate sex-fury into her gag, tears of intense physical pleasure now trickling from her eyes. It is clear she will come any second. Then, in a simple, sharp gesture, Christina pulls the stocking from Annette’s maddened sex and slips it into her mouth. Annette wiggles with an almost insane pleasure, her squeals now constant and very high-pitched. Christina grips Annette’s thighs to hold her in place while she licks and sucks on the redhead’s large, sleek sex.

  Then Annette comes, an eruption far more powerful than Bentley’s, a vast explosion of desire that fills Christina’s mouth with thick, white come, which she drinks like the sweet sex-honey it most surely is. As Annette comes, she bucks and wriggles and squeals and Christina fights to hold her in place. Then, after a seeming eternity, Annette relaxes and the flow of come ceases. Christina leans back, gasping for breath, and Annette collapses back onto the bed.

  Now it is Christina’s turn to experience the pleasure of orgasm. Annette’s come trickling down her chin, she climbs onto the bed and turns Annette over onto her tummy. She then pulls Annette up onto her knees, leaving her buttocks helplessly and beautifully presented. Throwing back the short hem of the baby-doll, Christina then administers twelve very hard slaps to the she-male’s sexy bottom, quickly turning it a very dark shade of red. After the spanking, Annette squeals with a heady mix of pain and pleasure, shaking her crimson arse as if begging for more. Christina unties her ankles and knees, then spreads her legs wide apart, pushing Annette’s face deep into the silken covers of the bed. As she suspected, the large dildo has been removed from Annette’s anus and a dark tunnel of love awaits her exploration.

  She then carefully slips her cock between Annette’s legs. The redhead releases a series of desperate, excited and extremely well-gagged squeals as Christina then pushes deep inside her. Soon, she has managed to slip her entire sex inside her captive lover and is establishing a slow, sexy rhythm. In response, Annette pushes her buttocks back against the probing cock to maximise her own pleasure.

  It takes only a few minutes for Christina to explode inside Annette, her screams of pleasure as she comes almost rocking the walls of the guest room. A blinding, almost cosmic light of pleasure washes over her; every muscle in her body tightens. Then spent, freed of the physical urge that so dominates her sissy life, she relaxes and falls back onto the bed once again, a river of thick come trickling out of Annette’s well-stretched arse and down her shapely she-male thighs.

  Annette purrs like a large, sexy panther and rolls onto her side, her own sex once again rock-hard. Christina turns her head to stare at Annette, then she leans over and quickly tears the strip of tape from her lips to discover a pair of Anne’s black silk panties rammed deep inside her mouth. After pulling the panties from her mouth, Christina places a soft, teasing kiss on the bound she-male’s velvet lips.

  ‘That was wonderful,’ she whispers. ‘I can’t wait to do it again. But this time, you suck me off.’

  Annette smiles and nods.

  ‘It seems such a shame,’ Christina then says, taking Annette’s large, hard cock in her girlish hands. ‘To keep this restrained.’

  ‘Mistress Anne has insisted that I be permanently restrained. Tonight is a special treat and, if I behave myself, she might let me go unrestrained for one night a month, when we will be allowed to make love,’ Annette responds, a look of serene acceptance washing over her lovely face.

  ‘You like her that much?’

  ‘Yes. But it’s not just like. I can’t explain it. The first time I saw her, it was something like love. But more than that. She’s the woman I’ve always wanted to be with. The perfect, all-powerful mistress. I worship her. But it won’t come between us. Anne’s very, very keen that we – you and I – remain lovers. The plan is for us to share this room permanently on week-nights. But we will be bound and gagged and fitted with the fattest vibrators imaginable. It’s so sexy. Just thinking about it drives me wild.’

  Christina smiles, also terribly excited by the thought, yet also remembering
that she will be allowed release at weekends in the loving arms of Donna and Bentley. She then sets about untying Annette’s hands and feet.

  * * *

  She wakes to daylight. Annette has gone and Donna is standing over her.

  ‘Come on, sleepy head. It’s nearly ten.’

  Christina nods, mumbles a confused, ‘Yes, mistress,’ and climbs off the bed, soon standing to attention, after performing a deep, sissy curtsey.

  Donna is dressed in a tight white sweater, a knee-length black skirt, black hose and high-heeled mules. Her lovely blonde hair is tied in a very tight, stern bun.

  ‘We’re going over to my house for a few days. To give you a break, before we start training the real girls and preparing you for your new career. But a working break, I’m afraid: there’s lots of cleaning, washing and ironing to do around the house. Plus there’s my body to take care of. I also want to introduce you to Lesley, my daughter. She’s heard so much about you, and I think she’ll rather like having a sissy maid to do her bidding. I think you’ll find a seventeen-year-old girl can be a very harsh task mistress.’