Silken Slavery
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Elated, Christina curtseys eagerly.
‘Now get in the shower. I want you out here in fifteen minutes. Then I’ll make you up and get you dressed. I thought one of the outfits we bought at Amanda’s to start off with. But as soon as we get to the house, it’s straight into a maid’s dress. I’ve had a very special one made for your introduction to Lesley.’
Christina curtseys again, overwhelmed by shock and desire and wiggle-minces to the shower, her sissy heart pounding with sheer joy. As she slips beneath the hot shower, as she soaps her silken, sissy body, a body soon to be blessed with large breasts and wide, shapely hips, as her sex strains, knowing it will soon be tightly sealed once again an unyielding rubber prison and buried in the soft folds of silk, nylon, lace and satin, she feels a sense of complete peace. All her dreams have been made reality. She is to become a professional sissy maid, a web fetish model, a dream image of forced feminisation whose every breath is the glorification of the ultra-feminine and the affirmation of an absolute dedication to serving womankind in the softest of sissy fabrics and the tightest of bondage. She is surely in heaven, a glorious, unending and relentlessly exciting silken slavery.
Epilogue
The wedding was held in Helen’s house, nearly three months after she had announced the formation of the Sissy Maids. The service, conducted by a local Registrar close to Lady Ashcroft, and a regular customer, was a relatively modest affair attended by only the close-knit group of women who had come together to form the Sissy Maids and its sister internet company, Christina’s Silken Slavery. As well as these women, there was one man and there were the slaves, three female, two she-male, four acting as bridesmaids, and one playing the role of the bride.
The women gasped with surprise and admiration as Christina was led into the room by Bentley. Her beautiful, intricately made up face was hidden behind a scented veil, a face with very large, baby blue eyes and the sweetest, sexiest pink petal lips, a stunning doll’s face produced by her own natural beauty and a series of carefully planned visits to a leading cosmetic surgeon. An incredible white satin wedding dress covered her stunning figure, a dress with a very tight bodice section decorated in pink silk roses that led down to an open front section of white rubber which revealed the longest, sexiest of legs sheathed in cream silk tights and, perhaps most amazingly, her stiff sex held in a white nylon codpiece attached to the white rubber front panel by a length of pink satin ribbon. Sown into the silk tights was a pattern of beautiful roses that seemed to climb up her legs from her feet, which were clad in gorgeous white silk-covered ankle boots with amazing six-inch stiletto heels, to the very edge of the rubber front piece. The tight bodice section of the dress was deliberately designed to show off her full, generous bosom, a bosom she had only recently come to terms with. Two delightful, forty-inch breasts, testaments to the genius of plastic surgery, now filled her deceptively gentle silk brassiere, and as she minced forward they bounced gently before her. The breasts, the work on her face, her wider, sexier hips and the delightfully high-pitched baby girl’s voice that was now her permanent companion were the most visible testaments to the changes she had been subject to in the last three months. Yet there were also unseen changes, such as the hormone therapy that had left her in a state of constant sexual excitement, thus continually erect, endlessly desiring and always desperate for the intricate feminisation, humiliation, bondage and sexual slavery that were her daily lot.
As she followed the temporary aisle between the two sets of seats filled with the few special guests, the train of the dress, a long sheet of shimmering white silk that led from the rear of the bodice like a vast fetishistic tail, poured out behind her, a train held by two of the four bridesmaids, Annette and Katherine.
They, like Lucy and Myriam, were dressed in very short pink silk dresses that barely reached the tops of their thighs, pink nylon tights and pink patent leather court shoes with testing five-inch heels. They too were veiled. The tight dresses revealed their full, sexy figures perfectly, including Annette’s also recently added forty-two-inch chest. The veils only partially hid the fact that each of the bridesmaids’ mouths were filled to bursting point by huge pink rubber ball gags, while deep within their arses were six-inch vibrators that were sending waves of almost unbearable pleasure coursing through their scented, silken bodies.
Bentley led the lovely she-male bride to the Registrar, a portly, stern women in her late fifties. Christina had spent the night with her handsome master and her bottom was still smarting from the hair brush spanking he had given her earlier that morning, just before she had been dressed by Helen and Amanda, a spanking given and received out of a genuine erotic love.
Standing beside the Registrar was Donna, and next to Donna was Helen. Donna dressed in a blue silk trouser suit, a cream blouse and blue leather court shoes. Donna with her hair in a very tight bun and with a loving smile lighting up her beautiful face. Donna, the lovely, happy and very proud groom.
Christina nervously took her place next to Donna. The couple then faced each other, their eyes filled with love and desire, before turning towards the Registrar. In a few minutes they would be married, in a few minutes the final dream would be made reality and reality itself would be the most perfect, boundless fantasy. As tears of joy trickled down Christina’s softly rouged cheeks, as the gagged bridesmaids moaned their own joy behind her, as the seated guests, including Anne, Amanda, Lesley (Donna’s beautiful teenage daughter, another particularly stern and inventive mistress) and Lady Ashcroft (Christina’s most regular and demanding customer) looked on with their own encouraging smiles, the lovely she-male knew her life was complete, that she had everything she could ever want and much, much more.