Silken Tales

by Christina Shelly

  Over his stockinged head was secured a very beautiful and spectacular baby's bonnet of the same expensive and delicate pink silk as the gorgeous, bizarre dress. This was bound in place at his nylon sheathed chin by two lengths of pink silk ribbon tied in a pretty and very fat sissy bow.

  Tears of despair and desperation had soaked through the nylon mask to create two large damp panda eye patches that added to the absurdity of poor Chrissie's visage.

  His own eyes were now wide with anger and indignation and his well gagged squeals brought a smile of satisfaction to Aunt Valerie's lovely face.

  'Now, now, babikins,' she cooed, taking a small metal box from a pocket in her skirt, 'I don't want to have to warm up that sexy little bottom of yours.'

  Fear suddenly filled poor Chrissie's eyes and he fell silent with a very obvious reluctance.

  Aunt Valerie laughed and put the box back into the skirt pocket. She then opened the play pen gate and gently lowered herself onto her knees before him. As she did so, her skirt rode up her very shapely legs to reveal a pair of firm, black hosed thighs and Chrissie's released a moan of helpless arousal. Her powerful rose scented perfume filled his hosed nostrils and the anger in his eyes quickly melted away. He stared hungrily at her large, impressive chest, which was now only a few feet from his own sissified form, and the buzzing of the vibrator was once again audible.

  Aunt Valerie then lent forward to check a large glass tank placed at Chrissie's left side. Before leaving him earlier that afternoon, she had fed him three litres of Sister Amelia's formula. During the course of his dark imprisonment, he had urinated most of it back into the tank via a tube that ran from the tank, up beneath his petticoats and into the rubber sheath that was stretched tightly over his permanently hard sex. Although constantly nappied, the regular flow of urine into the tank meant the nappy was essentially a potent, soul destroying symbol of his total subjugation.

  As well as the glass tank, there was a further smaller tank made from a black metal. This was positioned directly beneath the tethered form of Baby Chrissie. Another slightly thicker rubber tube ran from the smaller tank and also up into Chrissie's petticoating. The tube ran into a Velcro-sealed slot in the base of the nappy and was connected directly to the vibrator lodged deep inside the sissy’s back passage.

  The vibrator was, without doubt, Sister Amelia's masterpiece. Essentially, a perfectly hollow piece of phallic shaped plastic driven by a battery operated micro-chip, it was able to emit powerful vibrations deep into Chrissie’s anus. These vibrations could be most pleasurable when set at the standard level, but thanks to the special nature of the material used, they could also run at a much higher speed that heated the plastic and created significant discomfort! At the same time, the hollow tube at the core of the vibrator allowed the flow of waste materials through its body, into the connected rubber tube and then down to the metal tank.

  Satisfied that the glass tank contained enough urine for a new batch of formula, Aunt Valerie returned her attention to the long suffering, desiring Chrissie. She smiled lovingly and began slowly to unbutton her blouse. Poor Chrissie squealed furiously into his fat, unyielding gag and Valerie's smile widened.

  'There, there Chrissie. You've been a very good girl this afternoon, so I think it's only fair I let you have a little treat before Amelia brings up your evening feed.'

  At the mention of the feed, Chrissie shook his head angrily, his tear stained eyes suddenly wide with horror and outrage. But then Aunt Valerie slowly pulled her blouse apart to reveal a pair of gorgeous, plump breasts imprisoned tightly in a sexy, white laced-edged silk brassiere. Chrissie fell silent and a savage, irresistible desire filled his pretty baby girl eyes.

  She then hitched the skirt up even higher so that her lovely panties and impressive, nylon-sheathed thighs were also clearly on display.

  'Don't worry, babikins, you'll soon have titties as big and sexy as mine. Bigger in fact. Won't that be lovely? I bet you can't wait.'

  But there was now little response from poor Chrissie. He was deep inside the sex trance which Sister Amelia's fiendish medication ensured was his almost permanent companion. Ever since his arrival, the drugs had guaranteed that he remained constantly erect and always filled will a powerful sexual need. The channelling of this need into a deeply masochistic and fetishistic sexuality was at the core of the treatment, and there was little doubt that, despite his surprisingly tough resistance, he was slowly descending into a bottomless pit of erotic submission and transvestism from which he would never escape. And this was exactly what Aunt Valerie and Sister Amelia wanted.

  When Barbette, her younger sister, had told her of the terrible behavioural difficulties she was experiencing with Christopher, Valerie had only recently heard about the feminisation therapy offered by "Sister Amelia", a qualified medical practitioner who had invented a fascinating and deeply kinky method for controlling wayward males. The two sisters had quickly agreed Christopher would be an ideal candidate. He had always been close to his Aunt, and his growing sexual attraction to her had been painfully obvious during her last visit. He had sat opposite her one evening, his eyes drinking up her mature beauty, and she had encouraged him with carefully crossed legs and teasing smiles. After this, it had been easy. She had invited him to stay at her house for the Easter holidays. He had accepted without hesitation. Twenty minutes after his arrival, she had fed him a meal laced with a powerful sedative and four hours later he had awoken fully babified and secured in the Nursery.

  Sister Amelia's services didn't come cheaply, but her expertise was unquestionable. The regime she had established was robust and devastatingly effective. She guaranteed complete obedience within three months and full feminisation within six.

  The first three months were to be spent "destroying the male identity and replacing it with the Sissy Persona". The Sissy Persona was at the very heart of her treatment regime, and radical babification was the essential foundation for its construction.

  Sister Amelia had encouraged Valerie to add her own "touches" to the process, and this she did with great enthusiasm. Almost immediately, she had recognised that Christopher had a very strong fetish for tights and stockings. Whilst staying at Barbette's house she had noticed on more than one occasion that the silly boy had attempted to investigate the drawers that contained her hose, and she had made a point of discussing her tights with him in a casual but teasing manner. Referring idly to need to buy fresh tights, or the need to wash tights, or even, one daring occasion, mentioning how soft her new tights felt and how unlucky men were that they couldn't wear them. And each time poor Chrissie had turned bright red with embarrassment, his eyes filling with the sex mist of a frustrated and angry teenage boy. Subsequently, once he was totally in her control, she had ensured he was constantly imprisoned in tights or stockings. She had also had a very special body stocking of sheer white nylon developed, which he wore most nights under his satin sleep suit. She also constantly imprisoned his head in tight stocking hoods. On top of this, she also had a pair of very special white nylon "milking gloves" made for the nightly ritual of relief that was another important part of Sister Amelia's therapy.

  Chrissie's reaction to this "submersion" in hose had been powerful and pleasing: a furious and utterly helpless arousal, a terrible, involuntary sexual pleasure that overwhelmed all resistance to this strange imprisonment in baby clothes. Even as he squealed and struggled against the various dark humiliations that were his daily lot, he could never escape his deep, deep love of hose. And this is how they will gradually wear him down: by using his desire to control him, by turning his core male sexual need into the weapon that ensures his complete feminisation.

  The fact that both she and Sister Amelia always made sure to wrap their own impressive legs in the sheerest of nylon, only added to the power of their totalitarian regime of female control. Poor Chrissie didn't stand a chance.

  As Chrissie feasted his nylon sheathed eyes on his aunt's splendid bosom and thighs, she whispered teasin
g words.

  'Do you like my new tights, Chrissie? I bought them yesterday. A very fine denier, and so gloriously soft. A perfect fit as well, especially around my waist and between the legs. They were made in Italy. Aren't they lovely? And just think, when you're a big girl, I can take you shopping for tights just like these. Those sexy legs of yours will look so good. You'll drive all the boys wild. And won't that be lovely? Imagine all your old friends competing for your affections. Not that any of them could have you, of course. Oh no, we intend to find you a nice, well behaved boyfriend.'

  Chrissie moaned louder and wiggled helplessly in his tight sissy bondage. The vibrator buzzed deep in his arse and the inescapable fact of the pleasure he now received from anal stimulation was expressed, despite himself, in his wide, sex filled eyes.

  Yes, another very important part of Sister Amelia's therapy was "object re-orientation". Although it would be vital that heterosexual desire remained at the heart of Chrissie's sexuality, it was also important that he relinquished all hope of ever having a woman sexually. His desire for his aunt would always be the powerhouse of his transformation, but the final symbol of his utter subjugation would be his physical surrender to a male lover. At the moment, this remained an area of resistance, but the re-channelling of pleasure from the penis to the anus would, along with the emergence and development of his fetishism and submissive desires, eventually overcome all doubt and struggle.

  It was then that the door to the Nursery opened and Sister Amelia entered carrying a large silver tray containing three large baby bottles of her special formula and a fierce syringe.

  Poor Chrissie looked up from his gorgeous, teasing aunt and beheld this new vision with a mixture of very real fear and an equally powerful sexual attraction. For Sister Amelia was a stunning and quite terrifying woman, a woman the reluctant sissy had learned to fear and to obey without question.

  As usual, she was dressed in white, the uniform of a nurse of enforced feminisation and also a sister of the order of female control. A glorious, dark skinned beauty, a plump, but also shapely woman in her mid-forties. A beautiful, regal West Indian who had dedicated the last ten years of her life to the intricate feminisation of the wayward male. Three quarters Negro and one quarter Caucasian, with soul melting honey brown eyes and full, blood red lips, her skin like an exquisite mixture of velvet and milk chocolate, she radiated erotic power and an unquestionable authority.

  The tight nurse's uniform accentuated her splendidly ample form to perfection, displaying most effectively her very large, matronly bosom, her wide hips and her large but still shapely bottom. The dress had a surprisingly short skirt, which revealed two very long, firm legs sealed in sheer white nylon tights and feet resting in white patent leather, 5 inch stiletto heeled court shoes. Her jet black hair, naturally straight, was bound into a tight bun, upon which rested a simple white nurse's cap. Over her long, elegant hands she wore white silk gloves.

  'How's our little darling this afternoon?' she asked, her voice deep, American accented and so very sexy.

  Aunt Valerie smiled. 'Oh, he's very well, Amelia. Perhaps a little hot and bothered. But nothing too serious.'

  Poor Chrissie moaned like a terrified kitten as Sister Amelia entered the playpen and set the tray down on top of the glass tank.

  'Well, he's certainly had a good clear out. That lot should make at least another ten bottles worth. But we do need more semen.'

  Tears began to seep through Chrissie's tight stocking hood as Amelia's awful words filled the Nursery and he shook his bonneted head weakly.

  'I'll milk him after the feed, before we wrap him up for the night. The state he's in, we'll probably get at least a gallon of cum!'

  The women laughed and Chrissie's well gagged sobs fought to increase in volume.

  'I'll get the cot ready while you feed him,' Aunt Valerie added, before rising slowly to her feet, making sure that Chrissie got a very close up view of her full, bulging breasts as she did so.

  She straightened her skirt in an equally provocative manner and then handed the vibrator's terror inspiring control box to Sister Amelia.

  'I doubt you'll need this. He's been as good as gold.'

  Sister Amelia smiled very slightly and then turned her dark, cruel eyes onto the trussed sissy wiggling and moaning before her. 'We'll see.'

  Aunt Valerie left the play pen and Sister Amelia slowly lowered herself onto her knees before the helpless figure of Chrissie.

  'I'm going to remove the bonnet and the hood. If you struggle or resist in any way, you know what will happen.'

  His tear stained eyes were already fixed on her tightly restrained and very considerable breasts, and he nodded fearfully. The skirt of the uniform dress had ridden way up Amelia's thighs, and poor Chrissie was also distracted by this equally erotic spectacle.

  As she untied the fat silk bow beneath his hosed chin, the odour of her powerful sandalwood perfume washed over his face and he whimpered with a helpless, hopeless desire. She was now so close to him, that her lovely, plump breasts were brushing against his body and his tormented sex was struggling angrily in its rubber restraint.

  The bonnet was removed and placed at his tethered, bootied feet, and then she very gently unrolled the kinky stocking hood. He squealed into his fat panty gag with relief as his hot, tormented face was allowed the relatively cool air of the Nursery. She smiled and placed the soaking stocking down beside the bonnet.

  'Now, I'll remove the gag. One sound of discontent and I'll put the vibrator on its highest and most painful setting for 10 minutes. Do you understand?'

  He nodded warily and then she carefully peeled away the thick strip of silver duct tape that had held Aunt Valerie's pungent panties in place for the past three hours. She folded the tape in half, placed it by the stocking hood and then pulled the pair of white silk panties from his mouth. He gasped with a terrible, tormented relief. It was very obvious he wished to shout out his anger and horror, to plead for release, to curse his two wicked, beautiful captors. But he had done this before, and every time Sister Amelia had ensured that he had suffered terribly. So now only his eyes were communicating his true feelings.

  'Don't look so sad, Chrissie,' Sister Amelia teased. 'I know it's hard work at the moment, but just think – by the time we've finished, you'll be a beautiful, obedient young she-male, a gorgeous sissy dressed in the most lavish and exotic costumes, never out of lovely sheer hose, always aroused, with the body of a sex bomb, yet still essentially male. You'll have the best of both worlds! You should be deliriously happy!'

  He remained painfully silent, the tears once again welling up in his pretty blue yes.

  Sister Amelia then picked up the first bottle of formula and those lovely eyes widened with an awful terror.

  'Now open wide like a good baby and start sucking.'

  She then unceremoniously popped the fat, clear rubber teat of the first bottle into his mouth and the poor, crushed sissy, so thirsty because of the fat, salty panty gag, so hungry because of the cruel feeding regime that was at the core of Sister Amelia's therapy, began to suck the formula down into his stomach.

  The Formula: a mixture of the urine from the glass tank, the faeces from the metal tank, his semen, a cocktail of female hormones, a strong laxative, a thick milk-based protein drink, a mild sedative and Sister Amelia's special sex potion – a hormone stimulant designed to increase levels of sexual arousal and performance. The urine and faeces: pumped from the tanks via customised under floor connections to the house's internal plumping to the basement, to a much larger sterilisation tank, where the material was transformed into two parts – waste and water. Only the water was added to the bottles, but even this was enough to fill poor Chrissie with horror and disgust. The semen: added via the vials collected at the end of each day's milking; added undiluted.

  Despite all this, the Formula tasted almost exactly like a thick strawberry milkshake, a sugared delight that totally denied its true nature. Besides the Formula a lunch of four
jars of baby food was the only sustenance the sissy received. Yet in terms of the vital nutrients, this was more than enough to keep him going.

  As he sucked desperately on his strange and awful drink, his eyes filled with the gorgeous, sensual spectacle of Sister Amelia, Aunt Valerie lowered the two side panels of the cot and then laid out a thick pink rubber sheet across the wide, silk sheathed mattress. From the wardrobe she then took a fresh, rose scented, white nylon body stocking and an adult-sized pink satin sleep suit. She placed them on the rubber sheet and then strolled elegantly over to a dirty linen basket by the door. She opened the basket, which was filled with her and Sister's Amelia's soiled panties, and extracted a large pair of Amelia's white nylon briefs. At the end of each day the two women made sure that their panties were added to the pile for use as gags during the next 24 hour period. Once used as a gag, a pair of panties was then sent downstairs for a thorough clean and subsequent re-use, first as intimate underwear for the women and then as an inescapable and thoroughly pungent gag for poor Chrissie.

  She placed the pair of panties by the nightclothes on the cot. She then retrieved a fresh white nylon stocking for use as a hood and a new roll of masking tape from the shelves. Also taken from the shelves were an extra large jar of K-Y jelly, a jar of skin cream and a small plastic vial. All of these items were placed on the mattress.

  As she moved about the room, Chrissie finished his first large bottle and was quickly presented with the next, his eyes studying Sister Amelia's large, tightly restrained breasts with an increasingly furious desire, his ears filled with the electric buzz of his aunt's firm, shapely and finely hosed thighs rubbing teasingly together through the tight, sexy skirt as she moved about the Nursery.