As the van moves slowly and anonymously through dense city traffic, its carefully and very tightly restrained cargo struggles angrily and squeals with increasing desperation into his soft but highly effective panty gag. Alan, soon to be Alice, lies face down on a leather bench bolted to the floor of the van. His slender, always girlish frame is sealed from neck to toe in a tight, figure hugging cocoon of pink rubber and thick leather straps hold his body in place at the ankles, thighs, back and neck. Beneath the rubber, he is naked, his arms lashed painfully behind his back at the elbows and wrists, his ankles also tied tightly together. Large, fearful tears trickle from his baby blue eyes, over his flushed, gag-expanded cheeks and across the thick strip of silver masking tape holding the panties firmly in place.
Poor Alan’s useless struggles are hidden from view by carefully blacked out rear windows and a thick metal partition that separates the storage area from the driver and passenger’s seats. He knows that Miss Lord and his Aunt are sitting on the other side of the partition, and he also knows that they are taking him, completely against his will (yet with the absolute agreement of his mother), to the Lacy Academy for Young Ladies. Here, he is to be subject to a strict regime of enforced feminization, to be transformed into a demure, submissive and utterly convincing she-male maidservant.
When his training is complete, he is to be returned to serve his beautiful, long suffering mother, Mary, and his elder sisters, Miriam and Stephanie. Then Alan will truly become Alice; his bold, brash and arrogant male self will be destroyed and replaced with the dainty, ultra-feminine personality of a sissy slave girl.
This strange future had been described to him only an hour before by his gorgeous and very determined Aunt Holly. Awaking from the effects of a drugged cup of tea, he had discovered himself on the living room floor, naked, bound hand and foot and tightly panty gagged. As he had struggled before his Aunt’s high-heeled feet, she had revealed his fate with a cruel smile.
“Put simply, Alan, your mother, your sisters and I have had enough of you. And this business with the police is truly the last straw. How a young man who has had your opportunities and privileges can end up spending a night in a police cell for being drunk and disorderly… well, it defies belief. It also exceeds the limits of your mother’s patience. Since your fifteenth birthday, you’ve brought her nothing but trouble and embarrassment; she’s had to put up with a year of masculine insanity, most of which can be put down to physiological and social conditioning. Well, it’s about time we reserved that conditioning. And it just so happens, I know someone who can do this very effectively.”
As he had struggled, as tears had begun to pour from his eyes, Aunt Holly told him of her close friend Angeline Lacey, the headmistress of a very special and very secret school for wayward young men; a strange, awful place where the delinquent sons of the rich and powerful were sent to undergo a radical and permanent transformation into pretty, subservient she-males, she-males who were in terms of their physical appearance, dress and manner ultra-female, yet who remained, in most cases, biologically male. Petticoated males, who were carefully conditioned to look and act like the most extreme sissies imaginable. As a pupil at Miss Lacey’s school, Alan would be transformed into Alice, a lovely, mincing maidservant whose only desires would be to revel in her extremely delicate and increasingly radical feminization and to serve her mistresses in any way they required.
As Aunt Holly had revealed his terrible fate with a widening smile, Alan had tried to avoid staring at her long, black nylon sheathed legs towering above over him. As this gorgeous, brown eyed brunette, the subject of so may of his teenage fantasies, pronounced his fate like a Greek goddess, he had squealed his outrage and rolled over to face his mother, his eyes pleading uselessly for mercy and release.
His mother was slightly shorter than Aunt Holly, but just as beautiful. His only parent since a bitter divorce ten years previously, Alan had grown up loving her with an almost unnatural passion. Yet in the last year, this love had been ruined by a series of mindless acts, acts inspired by a group of very rowdy, aggressive friends. He had suddenly changed from a mild mannered mother’s boy into a genuine terror, bringing shame and bitter disruption to the family home.
Following her teasing description of his fate, Aunt Holly had, with his mother’s disturbingly eager assistance, forced his bound body into the rubber bag, sealing him inside with a wicked, vengeful smile as had he squealed and cried. Then, to his horror and utter humiliation, as the bag was pulled over his long, girlish legs, his exposed penis had suddenly become erect.
“Well,” Aunt Holly had whispered, “you’re obviously not as upset as you sound. Maybe it’s the taste of my soiled panties.”
Once he had been tightly ‘bagged up’, Aunt Holly had left the living room. His mother had then knelt down at his side and used a scented hanky to swipe the sweat from his flushed, tear soaked face.
“It’s for your own good, Alan. Holly assures me you’ll be far happier as Alice. And it will be so nice to have a sweet, obedient daughter.”
His squeals lessened as his mother had mopped his brow. Dressed in a beautiful cream silk blouse, short black skirt and matching hose, her own high-heeled mules glistening in the bright summer daylight only inches from his tightly bound body, she had been a vision of mature beauty, another striking brunette with a superb figure which his guilty eyes had fought to avoid. Her strong, rose scented perfume had tickled his nostrils and brought back a hundred sinful memories of his helpless attraction to her. Her golden brown eyes had held both a mother’s concern and her own definite arousal. He had felt as his sex strain harder in its sinister rubber prison as his eyes were pulled towards her long, black stockinged legs. As she knelt beside him, her skirt had risen up to reveal the dark tips of her shapely upper thighs and a hint of blood red silk panties. Then he had found his terror and outrage crushed by a very familiar and awful shame, and he knew it was this perverse need that had driven him into the hands of the police, that his behaviour over the past year had not just been the rage of a testosterone fuelled boy, but the reaction of a suddenly sexually aware youth to the simple fact that he desired his own mother. And as this desire had returned, as he had wiggled helplessly before her, he had found himself thinking, if only briefly, that perhaps feminization was the most suitable punishment for such a dark lust.
His eyes had then met hers and she had smiled. He had fallen still. She had taken his head in her hands. Suddenly, his bonds had not felt so terrible and he found himself moaning with a weird girlish pleasure into the inescapable gag, a pleasure in his helplessness and in his intimate, complete possession by his lovely mother. Then, suddenly, Aunt Holly had strolled back into the room and Alan almost immediately resumed his ballet of squeals and wiggles.
Accompanying his Aunt was a very tall and very beautiful blonde woman, a complete stranger who regarded the naked, tormented Alan with a grim smile of contempt. Dressed in a skin tight black sweater, equally tight Lycra leggings and a pair of running shoes, her striking blonde hair bound in a tight bun, she had seemed a particularly athletic figure and very much prepared for physical exercise.
“We’ll get him into the van and be off,” his Aunt had then announced. “It’s best we don’t hang around.”
The blonde had then grabbed his cocooned feet and Aunt Holly had taken his shoulders. Despite his struggles, they had lifted his slight frame into the air with little effort and carried him squealing from the room.
“Say hello to Alice, Beverly,” Aunt Holly had said to the blonde as they marched out into the sheltered forecourt of his mother’s large, suburban house.
“Hello, Alice,” the blonde had responded, her ice blue eyes filled with a wicked amusement. “I’m Beverly Lord, a teacher at Miss Lacey’s establishment.”
Then they had carefully loaded him into the waiting transit van and very tightly strapped him down, his continued wiggles and squeals earning two very hard and painful slaps on his rubber-sheathed backside from Miss Lord. And as the rear doors had been closed and locked, plunging Alan into a shadowy, echoing darkness, a sense of absolute doom had washed over him.
Now, less than sixty minutes later, as the van progresses through city traffic and moves onto the main road out of the city, the taste of Aunt Holly’s soiled panties, the pungent taste of her most intimate regions, fill his mouth and seem to seep as a delicate sex scent from behind the thick tape sealing his lips and flood into his desperately flaring nostrils. Despite his fear and panic, he is still very erect, and visions of his lovely Aunt and her gorgeous sister frame every angry but useless struggle against this awful bondage. Yet despite this bizarre arousal, and maybe because of it, his sense of doom is even stronger.
The journey to Miss Lacey’s Academy takes maybe another hour. During this time, poor Alan’s struggles are whittled down to helpless, angry breathing through the fat, pungent gag and the odd futile attempt to strain against the straps holding him so tightly in place. Throughout the journey, he finds himself repeatedly recalling his naked, tethered struggles before his lovely, teasing Aunt. Aunt Holly: a woman he has always found it much easier to desire. Her confident, dominant manner has always intimidated; yet it has also secretly excited him. His erection is therefore still in full effect by the time the van suddenly slows and stops. There is the briefest pause and then, after a sharp left turn, the van is moving again, but this time down a much bumpier road. This second part of the journey takes maybe fifteen minutes. The quality of the road worsens and soon poor Alan is shaken uncomfortably in the leather restraints. Then, quite suddenly, the bouncing stops. The van now seems to be on a much smoother roadway, and after only a few minutes it stops again. The front doors are opened and then slammed shut. He hears voices. His heart pounding with terror, he squeals desperately into the gag. The rear doors are unlocked and afternoon sun light suddenly floods the rear compartment.
“Welcome to Miss Lacey’s Academy for Young Ladies, Alice: your new home.”
This is Miss Lord’s voice. He hears her climb into the van and then feels her hands removing the straps. Then somebody else enters the van. As Miss Lord helps free Alan, it becomes clear the second person is Aunt Holly. And with her help, Miss Lord turns a numbed, stunned Alan over and the two women then carry him carefully from the van and into a large stone tiled forecourt which appears surrounded by a huge, ancient wood.
The two women then load him face down onto a leather-backed, hospital style trolley and use more leather straps to hold him in place. He is then wheeled towards a very large, very old house, which rises out of the wood like some strange creation of nature, a vast mansion designed in the Victorian Gothic style with a huge, arched entrance. And standing beneath this entrance he can see three figures.
As they move closer, Alan, now moaning fearfully into the gag, sees that the three figures are women, two dressed in very formal, dark business suits and one in a very striking French maid’s uniform.
One of the women steps forward exactly as Alan is wheeled under the archway. She is a tall, very beautiful redhead, in her early 40s. Her emerald green eyes peer down at helpless, fearful and now deeply embarrassed Alan, eyes filled with a very unsettling hostility towards the rubberised youth.
“She is to be taken to room 20,” the redheaded woman says, her clipped, Celtic voice failing to disguise her contempt for the expertly trussed male.
“Miss Wilding and Honey will deal with him from there.’
The striking woman then turns towards Aunt Holly. “Mistress Angeline would like to talk to you immediately.”
The second suited woman, a smaller, plumper blonde then steps forward and takes control of the trolley. His Aunt and the redheaded woman then begin a whispered and clearly strained conversation. Miss Lord and the blonde, who Alan now realises is Miss Wilding, push Alan into the house, followed very closely by the beautiful, delicately mincing maid, whose own very pale blue eyes remain pinned with an intense fascination on Alan’s tethered, rubberised form.
Soon they are in a huge hallway, and the sound of the women’s high heels echo against the marble floor, striking up a sharp, percussive rhythm that fills the unfortunate youth with an even greater dread. He notices a huge winding staircase to his left, yet the two women, followed by the maid, carry him off down a secluded and very dark corridor, at the end of which appears to be a large black metal doorway. As they approach the door, it suddenly slides open to reveal an elevator car!
Amazed and appalled, Alan squeals fearfully into his fat panty gag as he is carried inside the car. The maid enters behind them and then uses one of her white satin-gloved fingers to press a button on a wall panel and the metal door slides shut. A sickening feeling grips Alan’s stomach as the lift then suddenly begins a sharp descent.
They descend into this unknown abyss for only a few seconds before the car gently glides to a halt. The door slides open and he is wheeled out into a very bright, white walled corridor. Ahead, he can see the ceiling, along which runs a powerful white neon strip light. As he is pushed down the corridor, he also notices that the walls on either side of the corridor are lined with numbered pink doors.
Eventually, they arrive at room 20. His lovely bearers draw to a halt by the door and the maid minces forward to open it. Alan is then wheeled inside.
The room on the other side is surprisingly large. Each of the four walls is painted the same shade of pink as the door. A thick white carpet is spread across the floor. Against the nearest wall is a very large, very ornate white dressing table with a striking oval mirror. By the dressing table is a further, full sized mirror on a separate wooden stand, and next to the mirror is set of white wooden doors that seem to be the entrance to a walk-in closet. A little further down from the closet is another white door.
Along the far wall there are bookshelves filled with books and magazines and a few feet away from the shelves, there is an exercise bike. Just beyond the exercise bike is a single bed covered in beautiful white silk sheets. The only seat in the room is a pink leather backed stool placed beneath the dressing table.
Alan squeals as the women then release the leather straps and carry him over to the bed, where he is very carefully set down. His hot, flushed, tear stained cheeks press against the soft white silk sheets and his two bearers begin to remove the body bag. Soon, his sweat soaked and totally naked body is exposed to the relatively cool air of the room and a sense of infinite relief washes over him. Numb and aching all over, he is then pulled slowly to his bound feet and made to stand somewhat precariously in front of Miss Wilding.
“I am Miss Wilding,” she announces, as Miss Lord, after exchanging a dark smile with her lovely colleague, leaves the room.
Miss Wilding’s crystal blue eyes sparkle with a cruel amusement, her large, firm breasts rise and fall with a mixture of physical effort and sexual arousal.
“I will be your personal tutor,” she says, “and as such will be in overall charge of your feminization.”
His only response to this strange announcement is an angry squeal into the gag and an equally outraged shake of his head.
“This is Honey,” Miss Wilding continues, turning to the lovely maid, who then minces forward and performs a deep curtsey before Alan. “She is a newly qualified Graduate Maid and will act as my assistant. She will also be your Sissy Mentor.”
It is only now that Alan begins, almost helplessly, to study his captors in more detail. Miss Wilding is maybe 25, of medium height, with a pleasantly plump, yet very shapely figure. Like Miss Lord, she wears her hair in a tight bun. Her suit, which appears to be some kind of instructor’s uniform, consists of a dark blue jacket, a white blouse and a matching, dark blue mini-skirt, which displays her surprisingly long and black hosed legs to perfection. Black patent leather, high-heeled court shoes add a final touch of formal glamour.
Miss Wilding’s assistant, Honey, is younger, surely no more than eighteen. A tall, very buxom blonde, she is simply stunning. Her thick, very long hair has been tied in a pretty ponytail with a gleaming red silk ribbon and travels her perfectly shaped back down to the base of her spine. Her face is carefully and erotically made up. She has very long, curving eyebrows and equally long, helplessly fluttering eyelashes that perfectly complement her large blue eyes. Her full, pouting lips are painted a dark cherry red, which matches exactly her long glistening fingernails. Around her slender, pale neck is a simple, black velvet choker with a glistening emerald centrepiece. Her maid’s dress is cut from the finest black silk and beautifully trimmed with expensive cream lace at the plunging neckline, long sleeves and very short skirt. Her large, pale rose breasts seem to be heaving with some considerable excitement beneath the tight folds of the dress, over which is positioned a lovely cream silk pinafore tied at her back in a huge bow. The very short skirt of the dress rests on a mountain of lace froufrou petticoating, out of which emerge two perfectly shaped and very long legs sheathed in seamed black nylons, which lead down to a pair of stiletto heeled, open toed mules.
Alan stares at her in amazement and his sex is soon very obviously responding to this tremendously sexy dream girl. Miss Lord giggles and Honey smiles shyly. Then her lovely blue eyes meet Alan’s and he recognises an unmistakable look of desire.
“I’m glad you like Honey, Alice,” Miss Wilding teases, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing Alan’s exposed, erect sex, “because she’s responsible for supervising all your dress and make up requirements, and for your body hygiene.”
Alan squeals in horror as Miss Wilding’s cool hand wraps around his sex. He struggles furiously, trying to pull himself free of Miss Wilding’s tight, painful grasp. Her response to this resistance is to administer a very hard slap to his face and pull him forward by his tormented cock.
His ankles still tightly bound, his head spinning from the slap, he is forced to hop pathetically behind Miss Wilding. Honey then steps forward and opens the single white door just beyond the closet to reveal a small, pink tiled bathroom, which consists of a simple marble wash basin, a toilet and a glass-panelled shower unit. Above the washbasin is a very large, mirrored medicine cabinet. On the wall opposite the shower are rows of metal racks over which hang thick pink towels of various sizes.
He is pulled painfully into the centre of the bathroom. Miss Wilding then releases her terrible grip on his sex and turns to face him.
“You will learn that any form of resistance, however minor, will be severely punished. I will administer a more appropriate punishment later, but now Honey will prepare you for your meeting with Miss Lacey and the other senior staff.”
With this, Miss Wilding turns and marches from the bathroom, her heels clicking against the gleaming tiled floor, Alan’s eyes helplessly following her long, black hosed legs in their confident, sexy stride. Then he finds himself turning back to face the gorgeous spectacle of Honey. The lovely maid unleashes another helplessly sexy, shy smile and minces on her very high heels towards him.
“I better untie you, first, Alice.”
Her voice is so sweet and gentle, the beautiful collision of a little girl’s high pitched tones with the erotic cadence of a very sexy adult. Now he knows why she is called Honey.
As the gorgeous maid gently removes the bonds securing his body, he suddenly becomes acutely aware of his nakedness. For the first time since his arrival, embarrassment replaces fear and anger. As this beautiful young woman works his arms free, he blushes. As her large breasts press through the soft, teasing fabric of her beautiful, sexy dress against his back, he is overwhelmed with a bizarre mixture of humiliation and sexual excitement. And rather than try to escape once his arms and ankles are untied, he shyly covers his stiff sex with his hands.
“I’m going to remove the gag,” Honey says. “If you scream out or try to run away, I will call for a mistress and you will be caught and severely punished. Escape is impossible anyway. We are in a sealed underground chamber, and the door to your room is controlled by a digital lock. Also, as you may have noticed, you’re naked.”
He nods his understanding and Honey carefully pulls the thick strip of tape from his lips. She then pulls the panty gag from his mouth and he gasps with relief. She smiles and drops the panties and tape into a plastic bin under the washbasin.
He says nothing as she then orders him to step into the shower. Indeed, he finds himself quite meekly obeying her, his hands still covering his erection, his face covered in a hood of embarrassed crimson. For now, he can see little point in resisting. Also, this beautiful girl has a manner about her that very easily dilutes any thought of resistance.
“Use this to wash,” she says, handing him a plastic bottle containing a pink coloured liquid. “Cover every inch of your body, including your face, pubes, under arms and between your buttocks. But don’t, under any circumstance, put it on your hair or get it in your eyes.”
She leans forward and turns the shower controller clockwise. A gentle stream of warm water splashes against his naked body and, after a moment’s hesitation; he pours a puddle of the pink liquid into his hands and begins to rub it carefully over his body. Soon he has worked up a thick lather and, as ordered, proceeds to cover every inch of his body, including his pubes and between his legs. He then stands under the shower and lets the water wash away the thick, pink lather. As it does so, something totally unexpected happens: the thin layers of hair on his chest, arms and legs are washed away as well, and so, to his horror, is his pubic hair! Indeed, within a few very deeply disturbing seconds, Alan’s body is completely hair free. Suddenly, his body is as silky smooth as a newborn baby’s, the only memory of his body hair a strange, yet not unpleasant tingling sensation.
Amazed, he turns towards Honey. “What’s happened? Where’s all my hair gone?”
“Be quiet,” Honey snaps. “Now wash your face as ordered and then use the soap in the dish to wash away any lingering cream.”
Despite his astonishment, he follows her instructions, quickly discovering that the bar of gold coloured soap gives off a very powerful feminine scent that only serves to increase his sense of humiliation and general emasculation. Yet despite this and despite the fact that every hair on his body and face have now been removed, he remains quite fiercely erect.
Once his body has been thoroughly soaped and soaked, he is given a small glass bottle and told to use the blue liquid within it to wash his hair. When his hair had been washed and rinsed, he is ordered to step from the shower. Sweet scented water trickling down his smooth, hairless body, poor Alan does as Honey instructs. The lovely maid then takes a large pink towel from one of the metal racks and wraps it tightly around his body. She then begins very gently to dry his body, her eyes darting shyly between the task in front of her and Alan’s crimson face. As her hands massage him through the thick towel fabric, his eyes are drawn helplessly towards her splendid breasts. The maid’s dress has been designed with a particularly plunging neckline and as Honey dries her charge, Alan receives a very fine view of these splendid pale rose orbs.
“You’re very beautiful,” he mumbles, helplessly brave words that seem to escape his mouth against his will.
She smiles briefly, girlishly, obviously delighted. “You mustn’t talk, Alice. No maid can talk without a mistress’s permission.”
“But you’re talking.”
“As a mentor, I am allowed the privilege of free speech, but only with my charge. And you must obey me. Now be quiet or I will gag you.”
He obeys her, even as her long, elegant hands reach the part of the towel covering his rigid sex, and even as she quite deliberately caresses his sex through the towel.
“You’ve got a very big cock, Alice. But Mistress Holly tells me you’ve probably never used it.”
As she teases him with these words, he fights to keep silent, despite the waves of anger and sexual hunger that crash over his body.
The towel is then removed in one swift, cruel gesture and, naked once again, he is led from the bathroom and back into the main bedroom area. Here he is made to stand before the closet doors and watch as Honey takes from inside a bizarre and disturbing collection of feminine attire, laying each item out carefully on the bed with an aroused smile.
His eyes flash between the clothes and Honey, eyes stretched wide by the terrible implications of the clothes and the incredible sexual beauty of this perfect maid.
“You will begin, as we all begin, as a Novice Maid. And this will be your uniform.”
He looks at the clothes and then at Honey.
“Wear this? You expect me to wear this!?” his voice rises, anger flooding his eyes, and he steps away from the bed.
“Of course,” Honey replies sternly. “This is why you’re here: To be feminised and trained as a maidservant! To become Alice! You have no choice. Now be quiet and put your hands behind your back.”
It is really only now that he knows her words are terribly, painfully true: He has no choice. He is naked, he is trapped in some kind of underground chamber, his mother has allowed him to be brought here against his will. Tears return to his eyes and he places his hands behind his back.
“The first lesson for a Novice is restraint,” Honey says, mincing from the bed to the dressing table. “You will not be expected to control your male desire: the mistresses know this is impossible. But you will be constantly restrained by order of the mistresses and you will learn to function as an obedient servant while restrained. Then, over time, your desire itself will become the most effective weapon of restraint.”
From the dressing table, she takes a very sheer, black nylon stocking. She then wiggles back towards him, her lovely blue eyes filled with a wicked amusement, her hands carefully bunching the stocking into a ball, her steps tiny and quick, her large breasts bouncing with great enthusiasm. His eyes dart with a mixture of fear and arousal between the stocking and her breasts, and they widen considerably as draws up before him, steps forward and then carefully begins to roll the soft, scented stocking over his rock hard sex. Moans of helpless pleasure escape from his mouth as the stocking is eased gently along the hot, rigid shaft. As she slides the stocking down over his testicles and pulls it tightly into place, her eyes lock onto his and her lovely cherry red lips curve into the sweetest and sexiest of smiles.
“It’s nice, isn’t it? We all have to wear sex stockings. Miss Lacey sees it as the most potent symbol of our feminisation.”
Her words take a while to sink in. Wiggling in a state of intense physical pleasure, it is only as she ties the stocking in place around his testicles with a pink silk ribbon that the words, “We all have to wear sex stockings,” set off alarm bells in his tortured mind.
“We?” he gasps. “What do you mean ‘we’?”
“Miss Lacey’s maids, the she-males. You, me… all of us.”
He steps back instinctively. A look of shock replaces the hungry gaze. “You? You’re a… male?”
“Of course, silly! I’m a Graduate maid, in the final stage of my training. I’m to be returned home at the end of this quarter. You’re my novice charge. I have to supervise the Novice stage of a feminisation successfully before I leave; and that’s you.”
Honey’s smile then broadens. “You thought I was a real girl, didn’t you! That makes me feel so good, Alice: to know I can pass so easily.”
“But you are so… real. I mean, your… your… ”
His eyes fall onto her gorgeous breasts and Honey laughs even louder.
“Part of the treatment is a fundamental physical alteration,’ she says, restraining her intense amusement. ‘I have all the outward physical traits of a woman, except one. We’re all on a constant diet of hormone pills and injections. I’ve also undergone, as you will undergo, quite significant plastic surgery. This normally happens at the end of the Novice Stage.”
His erection is suddenly dead, the stocking now an absurdly drooping piece of nylon between his silky smooth legs. Honey is a boy, a beautiful, sexy she-boy. She is also the mirror through which his feminine future is suddenly, shockingly revealed.
“Now, enough chat. I want you to spread your legs wide apart and bend over.”
Tears return to his eyes, yet he obeys, spreading his legs wide and then bending forward, pressing the clammy palms of his hands into the soft white carpet and exposing himself in the most intimate of ways to this stunning she-male beauty, a creature who, to his deep unease, he still finds incredibly attractive.
Once he is in the required position, there is a brief pause. Then, to his even greater horror, something hard and sticky is being pushed into his backside! Panicking, he tries to push himself up, but a hand suddenly lodges itself in his lower back, a strong hand that holds him firmly in this terribly exposed and helpless position.
“Just relax, Alice. It’ll hurt a bit at first, but you’ll soon get used to it. We all do.”
But he can’t relax. How can he?! Here he is, stripped naked, in the hands of a beautiful she-male, undergoing a most intimate and outrageous violation.
The object is long and curved and seems especially designed to penetrate deep into his back passage. At first, as Honey predicted, its progress is slow and painful and he yelps as Honey pushes it deeper.
“Every maid must wear a stocking, and every maid must be fitted with an anal plug. At each stage of your training, the size of the plug will be increased.”
Alan listens to these dreadful words and wants to scream out his disgust and horror. But what good will it do him? There is nowhere to run, no one to ask for help. He has been sentenced to this by his own stupidity and, more importantly, by his own mother. Yet even as he despairs, he knows deep down there is another terrible, simple reason why he was not fighting harder: this whole bizarre adventure is exciting him! And as Honey pushes the plug home, his erection begins, once again, to fill the teasing nylon folds of the stocking. And by the time he is helped upright, his stockinged sex stands before him like a terrible confession of the darkest masochistic desire.
Honey looks down at his re-born erection and smiles. “The plug tends to have that effect.”
He blushes furiously, but cannot disagree. As his buttocks tighten around the plug and push it a little deeper, he feels a sudden, very intense pleasure and his sex strains a little harder against its sweet nylon prison.
“Remember, Alice,” Honey says, smiling, her lovely eyes betraying her own arousal, “restraint.”
She then minces back to the dressing table and takes from within it a strange metal device consisting of two metal rings connected by a slender silver bar. Returning to her charge, she clicks open the rings and then, to Alan’s continuing horror, takes his straining, stockinged erection in her free hand. He gasps and fights another bout of tears, watching in helpless horror as Honey slides the opened rings over the rigid shaft of his sex and very carefully clicks them shut, thus locking his sex tightly and rather painfully in this very odd device.
“A double cock ring re-strainer,” Honey informs. “It makes orgasm or any form of masturbation impossible. It also ensures that an erection is a very uncomfortable experience. Unfortunately, you will probably be erect a great deal. But this too is quite deliberate: to be erect is to be under the most intense discipline.”
Sure enough, poor Alan soon discovers that the pain, a considerable irritation rather than real pain, does not lessen. And with the constant caress of the plug, it is very unlikely to!
“Now we can dress you,” Honey continues.
She minces over to the bed. Alan’s studies the erotic lines of her perfectly shaped, black nylon sheathed legs with eyes that know the truth yet can still only see a fantastically sexy, beautiful young woman.
“We’ll start with the training corselet; the fundamental undergarment of the Novice maid.”
From the bed, Honey picks up what looks like a white basque. Yet it has shoulder straps and a panty section. Alan also notices that its bra cups are padded in some way and that more padding seems to have been added to the hip sections. He also notices that the corselet has two white satin panels built into the sides and the lacing of a conventional corset sown into its back.
Honey then returns to her poor, sex confused charge and holds the corselet before him.
“Step into it,” she says, parting the two surprisingly thin shoulder straps.
Alan does as ordered, gingerly placing his left foot into the corselet and through the matching, heavily frilled leg section at the bottom. He then repeats this process carefully with his right foot and Honey proceeds to pull the corselet up over his body. The elastane material that makes up the basic fabric of the corselet is very soft, yet also very tight, and he finds his torso is quickly and tautly restrained. Honey then draws the straps up his arms and positions them over his shoulders. As she does so, he immediately notices the weight associated with padded bra pull at his chest. This part of the corselet is padded to give the impression of a rather considerable bosom, and he immediately experiences a strange sense of being drawn towards the floor.
“The rubber tits take some getting used to,” Honey comments, her teasing smile lighting up her gorgeous face. “You’ll be shown a special back strengthening exercise in deportment class to help deal with them.”
As the corselet is positioned, he looks down to see how his painfully restrained but still rampant sex is outlined against this tight, strangely erotic material. But what he sees is nothing! He gasps in surprise and Honey bursts into girlish laughter. Satisfied with the straps, she steps in front of him and points at the panty area.
“The panty is carefully padded at the hips and crotch area with special foam. It gives you the shape of a woman and also hides your sex. And as you can see, it has a special opening for those little emergencies.”
As she speaks, she leans forward and runs a hand along a row of pearl buttons that cross his lower stomach. It is clear this row mark out a flap, which can be pulled free to expose his restrained sex.
Honey then minces back behind him and takes up the loose ends of the satin ribbons criss-crossing the back of the corselet. She pulls very tightly on the ribbons and the mid-section suddenly contracts around his waist and upper chest, forcing the air from his lungs and his artificial chest to jut forward. The tightening of the corset section also immediately improves his posture, making him stand bolt upright.
“The corselet is an amazing creation. It fulfils the function of virtually every item of feminine foundation wear, and also creates the perfect she-male form.”
“Will my real breasts will they be this big?” Alan asks, still amazed by the strange but now far from unpleasant sensations inspired by the padded bra.
“It all depends on what the person who sent you here asked for. Mummy was very keen for me to have the biggest boobies my body structure could take, to help me truly understand what it felt like to be a woman. Most of the maids end up with very big boobs.”
As Honey speaks, poor Alan can’t help become excited, and as he does, the dreadful effect of the re-strainer becomes terribly apparent and he releases a gasp and wiggle of discomfort.
“I can see all this is turning you on, Alice. That’s a very good sign.”
As Honey teases him, she minces back to the closet and soon returns with a new bundle of ultra-feminine clothing. This is placed on the bed before Alan’s fascinated and appalled eyes. She then takes up a pair of very sheer, cream coloured tights and holds them before him.
“I’m sure you’ll love the feel of sheer hose against your smooth, hairless skin.”
Under her instruction, he then sits on the bed and watches as she carefully rolls the tights up into two soft nylon bowls and slips them over his feet. He is then told to stand and guide the tights up his legs. He takes the delicate, sensual fabric in his hands and fearfully pulls it upward, a leg at a time. The sensations imparted by the sheer nylon fabric as it covers his freshly denuded legs are, as Honey has promised, intensely pleasurable. Not only that, but as he pulls the tights up over his thighs and around his tightly restricted waist, he notices the tremendous effect they seem to have on the shape of his legs. Suddenly he is staring at the long, curvy legs of a young woman and, to his amazement, he is intensely aroused.
The tights are followed by a pair of incredibly frilly, white silk panties, which Honey positions around her charge’s hosed waist with a naughty little smile.
“You look fabulous already, Alice,” she teases, her eyes filled with an obvious sexual excitement. “I can’t wait to see you fully dressed. But first, let’s get you made up.”
Alan, now lost in a whirlpool of contradictory feelings and emotions, is led across the bedroom to the dressing table. As he moves, he becomes immediately aware of the intrusive but far from unpleasant effect of the anal plug. Suddenly waves of very powerful physical pleasure are traversing his lower body and forcing his erection to protest even more painfully against its wicked re-strainer. The effect of the soft nylon caressing his thighs as they brush together is also undeniably exciting, and as he is placed on the leather-backed stool before the dressing table’s large oval mirror, he is forced to stifle yet another moan of pleasure.
The face that stares back at him from this mirror is very obviously his own, yet beneath it is a body he doesn’t recognise. The well-padded corselette has an amazing and very immediate transformative effect, and as he beholds this strange reflection, a surprisingly powerful sense of femininity seizes him, a sense that is quickly and disturbingly increased as the lovely Honey, her eyes ignited by an obvious and deeply worrying sexual attraction, begins to apply make up to Alan’s ambiguously pretty face.
He can only watch with helplessly fascinated eyes as Honey applies a coating of tan foundation cream to his slender face, followed by a light blue eye shadow, then eyebrow highlighter, peach coloured rouge (daintily applied with a huge pink powder puff) and, finally, a blood red lipstick, which she glides ever so very gently across his effeminate mouth. And as Honey carefully works on his face, her stunning, delicately scented body so close, he feels his poor, tormented sex strain even harder against the intricate re-strainer and the layers of soft, teasing feminine underwear.
“Eventually,” Honey says, “you’ll be required to do this yourself, and to a very high standard. You will receive very detailed training in make up technique, so it should eventually become second nature.”
After completing the make up, she takes up an ivory handled hairbrush and begins to tease his long auburn coloured hair into a sculpture of particularly feminine locks. As she does so, poor Alan’s heart sinks, for the reflection he now faces is a terrible revelation: in just a few minutes, Honey has transformed him from an undoubtedly attractive male into a very pretty female, a brown eyed beauty with thick, wavy hair and soft, helplessly pouting lips, with soft, curving cheeks and a long, swan’s neck. The sense of despair this brings is made much worse by the sense of a deeper, darker excitement. Despite all his apparent resistance, there is clearly something lodged in the core of his personality that finds this forced feminisation highly erotic!
And even Honey is very impressed by the success of her first efforts.
“Well, Alice, you really are very pretty! No wonder your mummy wanted you put into panties and hose.”
In her soft voice there is pure sexual intent and in her lovely pale blue eyes there is intense desire. And, to his horror, the deeper feminine self that is now emerging from this strange transformation seems to find Honey’s attentions very exciting.
Alan is helped from the seat and led back to the bed, each step a sexual torment induced by the wicked anal plug and the counter efforts of the terrible re-strainer. He is then made to stand by the bed while Honey minces over to the closet. She returns a few seconds later carrying a beautiful pink dress. This she holds before her charge with a sexually charged and deeply amused smile.
The dress is made from pure silk, an elaborate baby girl’s hot pink frock with puffed sleeves, a very high collar and thick lace fringes at the neck, sleeves and very short hem. Attached to the bottom of the skirt area is a sea of lace froufrou petticoating.
Alan watches in astonishment and undeniable arousal as Honey carefully loosens the pearl buttons that run the entire length of the back panel and then steps forward, the dress held out before her.
“Hold your arms up and slide them into the dress,” she orders, gently pulling the gorgeous sissy frock over his shaking hands as he warily obeys.
He is immediately submerged in a sea of the softest silk and gasps with a sudden, fetishistic pleasure. The dress is drawn very slowly over his slender body and carefully pulled into place. As Honey secures the back panel buttons, poor Alan releases a helpless moan of absolute defeat, a moan made worse by the fact that the dress is a perfect fit. He also notices that it is extremely short, its petticoated skirt barely reaching the tops of his hosed thighs. It is also very tight around the waist and covers his expertly padded chest like a second skin. The frilled sleeves brush against his thin, girlish wrists and the lace frills of the high neck tickle his dimpled chin.
Yet this is only the beginning. For a few seconds after securing the dress, Honey produces a gorgeous white silk pinafore, which she proceeds to slip over the dress and secure tightly in a very fat bow at the base of his spine, immediately giving him the appearance of a very sissy maid. And as if this wasn’t enough, a pair of cream glace gloves are then stretched tightly over his hands and buttoned firmly into place.
Then, after this spectacular and soul destroying dressing, Honey produces a bright red box from beneath the bed and offers it to Alan.
“Open it,” she says, her voice filled with teasing expectation.
He obeys and finds himself looking down a pair of beautiful pink, patent leather ankle boots with frighteningly high stiletto heels and thick silk ribbon laces. Honey tells him to remove the shoes from the box and sit on the bed. She then gently takes the shoes from his hands and carefully kneels before him, a strange and beautiful gesture of elegant sissy submission. She then slips the incredible shoes over his delicately hosed feet. As she tightly laces up the shoes, he fights a sense of almost transcendent physical excitement. There is now no way he can resist the simple fact that he is thoroughly aroused by this forced feminisation and that a deep core of masochism and fetishism has been revealed by its strange progress.
Satisfied that the shoes are secured, Honey delicately rises to her own high-heeled feet and takes her charge by the hand. Encouraged by Honey, Alan steps fearfully onto his beautifully attired feet. Almost immediately, he is elevated an extra five inches into the air and a terrible sense of panic washes over him as he sways precariously before his gorgeous she-male captor.
“Relax, Alice. Let the heels find their own point of balance. Don’t fight them.”
Alan tries to follow these rather obscure instructions as Honey takes one of his gloved hands and leads him forward. Moaning fearfully, he totters towards her, the heels turning his walk into an embarrassing ultra-sissy mince that make his be-frilled buttocks sway with a helpless provocation and seem to push the anal plug even deeper into his backside. Yet even after just a few seconds, he finds himself becoming more comfortable with the shoes and beginning to understand the careful, delicate mince that is demanded by them. Within ten minutes, he is mincing with some ease before a clearly impressed Honey.
“You’re a natural, Alice! Well done!!”
And, to his amazement, her words fill him with a deeply perverse, contradictory pride. But this pride quickly disappears when Honey returns to the dressing table and takes from within its many drawers, two lengths of pink silk ribbon and a very large, pink rubber ball gag.
“Now that you’re ready to meet Mistress Angeline, we just need to secure you for the journey to her office.”
His eyes widen with fear and outrage as Honey orders him to open his pretty mouth wide and then quickly fills it with the fat ball, securing the gag tightly in place at the back of his neck using the white leather straps attached to the curved sides. He moans angrily into this mouth-filling monstrosity as his arms are then pulled behind his back
and tied very tightly together at the wrists and elbows. Yet even this humiliating bondage is not the end. For as soon as he is securely bound and gagged, Honey produces a thick white leather collar, which she proceeds to secure around his silk encased neck. She then attaches a long, silver link chain leash to a metal hook built into the front of the collar and tugs playfully upon it, causing poor Alan to totter forward desperately.
The hapless captive is then led by his beautiful tormentor back to the full-length mirror and cruelly paraded before it. Alan finds himself staring at a genuinely beautiful young woman wrapped in a startling baby maid’s costume, her honey brown eyes wide with fear and arousal, her long, very shapely legs balancing precariously in the high heeled boots, her well padded chest rising and falling desperately against the
tight material of the splendid dress.
“You’re one of the best we’ve had for a long time, Alice. How did you ever manage to pass as a boy?”
Honey’s question has a terrible ring of truth. He stares at his reflection and wonders how this gorgeous sissy creature, this bound and gagged and very beautiful damsel in distress could ever have truly been a male. Alan disappears before his astounded eyes and Alice is well and truly born. Indeed, he is now having difficulty perceiving anything about this startling image as Alan. She is most surely Alice. And as Honey leads her out of the room and into the corridor to meet the mysterious Angeline Lacey, out into a new and most bizarre life, as she wiggle minces behind this sexy she-male so convincingly, her mother’s words return to haunt her: yes, perhaps it is for her own good, perhaps she will be far happier as Alice.
As she totters out of the room behind the lovely Honey, Alice becomes aware of a commotion. She looks up from the teasing sight of Honey’s long, black nylon sheathed legs to see, further down the corridor, a tall, redheaded woman in exactly the same ‘uniform’ as Miss Wilding. This woman is tugging angrily on a long silver leash. High-pitched squeals of pain and outrage flood from the room behind her. Then, to Alice’s surprise, a second Novice Maid is dragged into the corridor. Dressed in exactly the same intricate sissy pink outfit and also tightly trussed, the poor victim staggers desperately forward on her very high heels. Yet it is immediately obvious that this she-male is far more reluctant to accept her feminine future; for not only is she squealing furiously into her gag, but the chain pulling her forward leads not to her collared neck but beneath her sea of pretty, billowing petticoating and between her legs! On top of this, her head is covered by a black silk hood.
“Use the paddle, Pansy!” the redhead shouts, tugging even more aggressively on the chain. “On her thighs!”
A hand then emerges from the door behind the unfortunate Novice, a delicate, feminine hand with long, blood red fingernails clutching a long leather paddle. The paddle is brought down in one hard, angry slap against her victim’s very shapely, white-hosed thighs and an even louder squeal of fury escapes the hood. The Novice is then finally forced completely out of the door and begins very reluctantly to totter down the corridor.
The Novice is followed out of the room by another very beautiful, very sexy Graduate Maid, dressed exactly as Honey, yet she is slightly taller, her hair a stunning sea of thick, strawberry blonde waves, and her figure heavenly.
“Keep still, Alice,” Honey orders, an obvious excitement filling her little girl voice and lovely, arousal widened eyes. “Let Miss Leigh and Pansy deal with Nancy.”
Miss Leigh and “Pansy”, through a combination of further angry tugging and paddling, eventually manage to get the rebellious Novice to the end of the corridor and into the lift. As the doors close, Pansy turns to face Honey and the two gorgeous Graduates exchange a look of very deep and sensual love, a look that, to Alice’s utter horror, inspires a feeling of immediate and shockingly intense jealousy!
Once the lift doors close, Honey steps in front of Alice and proceeds to lead her down the corridor.
“Some of our Novice’s lack your reasonable manner, Alice. They resist feminisation, some quite aggressively, A complete waste of effort, of course. Unfortunately, it appears that Nancy will be a problem. But Miss Leigh is a specialist in difficult cases, and I’m sure she’ll make the silly sissy see the error of her ways.”
Alice whimpers into her gag and meekly follows her beautiful mentor down the corridor, the plug turning every step into an intricate sexual torture, her mind replaying the bizarre spectacle of Nancy’s fierce resistance and, in particular, the fact that the chain had been quite clearly attached to her sex, a thought that Alice finds both terrifying and deeply exciting, an excitement framed by the pleasure of the plug and the pain of the cock ring.
Soon, Honey and Alice are inside the now empty lift, which is filled with the powerful sweet perfume that all seem required to wear in this bizarre house of feminisation. Within a few minutes, Alice is being led back down the dark corridor of the first floor and into the main entrance hall of the large and very mysterious house that is home to the Lacey Academy.
The she-males cross the hallway. Alice’s pretty honey brown eyes take in the incredible spectacle of the vast, circular entrance hall, which is dominated at its centre by a startling white marble statute of a beautiful warrior woman clutching a bloodied spear.
Honey guides Alice over to a set of tall mahogany doors. She very gently knocks on on the highly polished wood and the doors slide open with an almost ghostly automation. Alice is then ushered into a large, ornate library, at one end of which is a long, elegant table. Sitting behind the table is a tall, gray haired woman. At her left side stand Aunt Holly and Miss Wilding, and to her right, Miss Lord and the third woman who had been present when Alice arrived at the house. Already standing a little way to the left of the table are Miss Leigh, Pansy and a still hooded and struggling Nancy.
Honey leads Alice over to the wiggling, squealing figure of Nancy, where she is made to stand to attention besides the very agitated and still defiant Novice. The gray haired woman then rises from the table and walks with a soul destroying authority up to the she-males.
Dressed in a long, tight, very simple black dress, black hose, and modestly heeled shoes, Miss Lacey is probably in her mid-fifties, nearly six feet tall, and with the voluptuous figure of a woman twenty years younger. Despite her gray hair, which is worn in a very stern bun, her long, regal face is relatively wrinkle free. Her eyes are a
bright emerald green and the gaze which shines from them is one of utter conviction and confidence, a gaze Alice finds herself fearfully avoiding. The woman’s cherry red lips bend into a rather cruel smile at the sight of Alice’s frightened shyness.
“I am Angeline Lacey, the Head Mistress,” she announces in a firm, deep, highly cultured voice. “Welcome to the Lacey Academy for Young Ladies.”
As she begins to speak, Miss Leigh steps forward and pulls the hood from Nancy’s head to reveal a very pretty, red haired she-male, her green eyes filled with tears, her make-up stained with the tracks these tears have cut across her very red, gag expanded cheeks. The poor sissy shakes her head angrily and blinks violently against the power of the mid-day sunlight. As soon as she sees Miss Lacey, she begins once again to squeal angrily into the fat ball gag. Pansy then steps forward and administers three very hard slaps to Nancy’s hosed thighs and the reluctant she-males squeals are reduced to gagged mumbles of anger.
“You are our latest recruits,” Miss Lacey continues, turning directly to face Alice. “Like many of our sissies, you have been committed to the Academy by your mothers. Alice, it appears, has been a very naughty little girl, even falling into the hands of the police. Her mother quite rightly wishes her behaviour to be modified, and she feels the most effective way to ensure this is by transforming her son into a sweet, obedient and completely submissive daughter.”
Alice’s eyes widen, her own anger becoming apparent.
“Nancy, on the other hand, has been sent to us to solve a different problem. It seems that, in her former male life, she was the sole heir to a rather large fortune, a fortune bequeathed by her father. He, unfortunately, recently passed away, and now her stepmother feels the fortune is rightly hers. Our task is therefore not just to create a suitably obedient and useful stepdaughter, but to ensure that this stepdaughter submits totally to her stepmother’s will and signs over her considerable assets to their rightful owner.”
Alice listens to this wicked story in utter amazement as more tears flood from Nancy’s eyes and her squeals of protest again increase in volume. Pansy steps forward and administers yet more slaps. Silenced, Nancy then listens angrily as Miss Lacey continues.
“I have been managing the Academy for five years. In that time I, and my specially chosen staff, have created nearly two hundred utterly submissive sissy maidservants, all of them once young men, none of them younger than 15 or older than 18, nearly all of them referred to me by mothers or other female relations.
We specialise in taking any young male and transforming him completely, both physically and mentally. I guarantee to all our clients successful feminisation within one year of arrival at the Academy.
Today you will join the other students currently on the road to a new and far more productive life. You will be subject to proven methods of intricate feminisation, constant, firm discipline and a psychological restructuring designed to ensure that you will become the daintiest, sissiest and most beautiful she-male slaves imaginable.
At first you will resist, you will dream of escape, you will look for a way back into your redundant male lives. But eventually, you will come to realise the futility of such thoughts and accept that there is no escape other than complete submission and acceptance.
You will spend the first four months as Novice Maids. During this period, we will concentrate on the removal of your masculine cravings and physical traits. This will involve intense humiliation and bondage therapy, regression treatment, movement and deportment training and surgical intervention. The Novice Period will be followed by four months as a Junior Maid. Here, having established your feminine personality and physique, you will undergo training in the domestic arts, plus much more detailed training in clothing and etiquette. You will also begin a course in feminine culture, which will include training in dance, music and art. The Junior Period will be followed by four months as a Graduate Maid. During this final phase, you will be allowed to apply what you have leant. This will be done by placing you on a work attachment for one month, by allowing you weekend visits to your home, and by requiring you to teach the Juniors in what we will identify as your specialist area of femininity. You will also be required to co-supervise the overall training of a Novice. Novice supervision is the most vital part of the Graduate Period, as it acts as an examination of all the skills you have learnt during the previous eight months. During this final phase, you will be assessed by your personal tutor, and it is she who will say whether or not you are ready to be returned to your parent or other guardian to act as a trained maidservant.”
Alice listens to this detailed description of her fate in utter astonishment and tears of despair begin to well up in her eyes. It is perhaps only now she that she realises there is absolutely no way back to her former life, that here Alan will be completely destroyed and replaced with a simpering, busty, ultra-sissy whose sole purpose is to serve her mistresses without question. Yet even as she considers this dreadful fate, her sex is stiffening and once more biting into its relentless metal re-strainer.
Nancy, however, is far less philosophical about her fate, and is now not only squealing desperately, but tossing her head from side to side and actually trying to kick out at Miss Lacey!
Miss Leigh then steps forward and slaps the wayward sissy violently across the face. The poor she-male staggers backward and then falls into the arms of Pansy.
“Sedate her,” Miss Lacey orders.
Alice watches as Miss Lord, following Miss Lacey’s instructions takes a small, rectangular metal box from the table and brings it over to the struggling, weeping Nancy, who is now being held firmly by Miss Leigh and Pansy.
The poor she-male’s tormented eyes widen even further as Miss Lord opens the box and takes from inside an evil looking hypodermic syringe. Pansy then hauls up the petticoating of the she-male’s lovely pink dress to reveal a firm, muscular, delicately hosed thigh. Miss Lord then tests the syringe with a wicked smile and poor Nancy’s ball gagged squeals rise an ear splitting octave as the lovely mistress leans forward and carefully pushes the fierce, gleaming needle through the sheer white nylon and into Nancy’s freshly denuded skin. As the drug is administered, Nancy’s eyes begin slowly but surely to glaze over and her struggles decrease significantly.
“The drug contains a rather powerful sex enhancer,” Miss Lacey explains, now directly facing a quickly fading Nancy. “As well as subduing you, it will significantly increase the production of the hormones that produce sexual excitation. You should feel the effects almost immediately.”
Sure enough, Nancy’s wiggles of protest slowly mutate into a strange snake dance of desire and her squeals of outrage transform into low moans of pleasure.
“The initial impact can be quite dramatic,” Miss Lacey continues. “You’ll be as hard as a rock for at least 12 hours.”
Amazed and appalled, her heart pounding with fear and excitement, Alice watches this transformation with wide eyes and a sense of her own impending subjection to the drug’s teasing effects.
“Yes, Alice,” Miss Lacey says, now concentrating her soul withering gaze on the more passive she-male. “You will be treated with the drug soon enough, but as you seem to be able to control yourself more effectively, we’ll leave your initiation until a more appropriate part of the induction process.”
Alice stares at the tall, imposing, attractive woman in utter horror, a horror made even more unsettling by the already powerful sense of sexual attraction she feels towards the regal, unforgiving headmistress.
Miss Lord returns to the table and Pansy is left to support a seemingly entranced Nancy.
“Honey and Pansy have been identified as your mentors,” Miss Lacey continues. They are both recently qualified Graduate Maids and will be responsible to your personal tutors for this first phase of your feminisation. Both sissies have satisfied their tutors that they are now able to function independently as she-male slave girls. You will treat them with the respect you would show a mistress. You should also note that they have the power to punish you as they see fit, so complete and absolute obedience is advised.
There are sixteen mistresses, divided into two groups. The first group, of which I am the head, is made up of the School’s senior managers. Each is known by her first name, prefixed by mistress. The second group, which is currently headed by Miss Pearl, comprises the school’s tutors. Each is known by their last name, prefixed by Miss. Each tutor is an expert in a particular area of the curriculum that is taught at the Academy. Each tutor has two personal tutees. Exceptionally, a manager may also decide to take on a tutee. As you have probably noticed, Nancy’s personal tutor is Miss Leigh; Alice’s personal tutor is Miss Wilding.
There are a total of twenty-four maids in training at any one time. Training progresses through bi-monthly rotations. This means that there every two months, four maids graduate and four new maids are admitted. The waiting list for admittance currently stands at over two hundred.
Tomorrow, we will formally admit the other two new maids on your rotation, which, as you may have guessed, we call the January rotation. The other 5 rotations take place in March, May, July, September and November respectively. Three of the four maids in your rotation will be trained together throughout the next twelve months. As the fourth has been committed to the baby maid programme, you will see her only periodically. Tomorrow will also see the graduation of the four maids who started on the January rotation twelve months ago.”
Despite the terrible implications of Miss Lacey’s words for Alice’s future, the recently created she-male cannot help but be impressed by this systematic approach to sissification. Basically, she is about to be placed on a production line capable of mass producing she-male maids at the rate of four every two months!
“Your personal tutors will explain the curriculum timetable in more detail later in the week,’ Miss Lacey, or rather Mistress Angeline, explains. “You will spend the rest of this morning being introduced to the Academy by your personal tutors and maid mentors. This afternoon, you will begin regression therapy.
My advice to both of you is to accept what has happened as a unique opportunity for personal salvation. By a stroke of very good fortune, you have been given the opportunity to escape the dreadful bonds of your sex and the terrible evil that dwells in its grim, black heart, the evil of violence and graven desire. Regard what is about to happen to you as a genuine rebirth from a life of illness into a life of health through absolute servitude to womankind.”
Alice listens to this coda to Mistress Angeline’s introduction and stares with some puzzlement into her cold, hard eyes. These are obviously the words of a woman who has had bitter experience of men and masculinity.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Mistress Angeline says, her shark eyes consuming the two unfortunate sissies with a glance of sudden, pure contempt. “If you should fail here, either to make the status of Graduate Maid or reach a level of performance that will allow you to be returned to your mothers, you will undergo a permanent sex change. Not only that, but you will also undergo a very special brain operation to ensure your permanent acceptance of your transformed state. Remember this when the doubts about your destiny torment your sissy minds. One way or another, at the end of the training period, your mothers will receive a well trained, utterly convincing and absolutely obedient maidservant.”
These terrifying final words bring a renewed, yet somewhat half-hearted squeal of protest from a dazed, now clearly very excited Nancy and a well-gagged gasp of fear from Alice. The two she-males are then led, tottering desperately in their pretty high heels, out of the library, back across the corridor and down into the strange underground chamber.
Nancy is taken back to her room in a state of some considerable disorientation, and Alice is soon once again standing before Miss Wilding and Honey in her own sissified chamber.
“Mistress Angeline has provided you with only a brief guide to the next twelve months,” Miss Wilding says, her tone bored, vaguely angry. “Over the next week you learn much more through simple first hand experience of the regime we enforce. Therefore, I have no intention of spending hours describing everything to you in grotesque detail. Honey will provide you with the basic details and I will elaborate as and when I see fit. Now, however, we must address the issue of your earlier disobedience, and that means a spanking. Honey, would you do the honours, please.”
The lovely Graduate Maid performs a deep curtsey, whispers a sexy, “Yes, mistress,” and then minces over to a set of glass panelled by the entrance to the bathroom. From inside, she takes a number of lengths of pink rubber coated cording. Smiling sweetly, she turns to face a somewhat disturbed Alice. Honey then quickly minces over to her charge and sets about binding her hosed ankles and knees together. The feeling of helplessness that this new bondage produces inspires a now familiar feeling of ambiguity. As her thighs as squeezed together, the phallus lodged so fiendishly in her backside is pushed even deeper and her moans turn from fear to helpless pleasure, and a cruel smile lights up Miss Wilding’s beautiful face.
“Yes, you like it, Alice. Just like they all like it, eventually. I suspect you’ll be a relatively straightforward case; a natural sissy. Don’t you, Honey?”
“Oh yes, mistress: Alice is certainly a natural.”
Once poor Alice is secured, Miss Wilding takes a tall leather backed chair from beside the cabinet and places it in the centre of the room. Alice is made to hop forward in her dainty, sexy high heels until she reaches the chair and is then quickly bent forward and spread face down across the hard leather seat by the beautiful blonde mistress.
“Various tools of flagellation will be used on you, Alice,” Miss Wilding explains, her sexy voice filled with a cruel arousal, “but you are about to meet my favourite: the leather paddle.”
Now facing the floor, tears of fear welling up in her pretty eyes, Alice feels Honey carefully raise her sweet, pink satin skirt and part the sea of white lace petticoating, thus exposing her tightly silk pantied behind to the cruel attentions of the wicked tutor. As a tear of terror drops onto the carpet, there is a sudden sharp noise as the paddle cuts brutally through the air and then, suddenly, the most appalling pain, a breath-stealing burst of fire that explodes on the surface of her pert backside and inspires a well-gagged squea1 of intense pain. And this is only the beginning: soon her helpless, slender bottom is wobbling like a particularly sexy strawberry jelly wrapped tightly in shimmering white silk, as Miss Wilding enthusiastically applies the paddle. Alice’s squeals become desperate sobs, tears pour from her eyes and create a small lake of despair on the carpet. She wiggles helplessly, she fights her inescapable bonds, she offers a gagged plea to the beautiful mother who has sentenced her to this terrible fate. Then, with her bottom raging like the pit of a volcano and her face covered in a film of tears, she is pulled back onto her high heeled feet to face her stern, unforgiving mistress.
“Once you have recovered, Honey will untie you and take you to the dinning hall. You will eat lunch and then begin your training in the nursery with Nancy and Mistress Alicia.”
The disorientation created by the continuing pain of the spanking prevents poor Alice from fully comprehending Miss Wilding’s words. It is only as Honey unties Alice and prepares the sobbing she-male beauty for her brief journey to the communal dining room, that the word ‘nursery’ begins to sound a loud, anxious alarm bell in her mind.
By the time, Miss Wilding has left and Honey has led a now unbound but still gagged Alice out into the main corridor, the intense heat of the hard, cruel spanking has begun to subside. But with the reduction in pain comes a stranger, perhaps more disturbing sensation. For the heat has not so much diminished as moved and changed, moved slowly but surely from the she-male’s tormented buttocks, between her legs and across her tightly re-strained sex, changing in the process from a very uncomfortable burning heat into a far from unpleasant and almost helplessly sexual warmth.
This deeply ambiguous development continues as Alice is led down the corridor to the dining room. Eventually Alice is brought to a dainty halt a few feet from a large metal door baring any further progress. Honey presses a large red button built into the right hand wall by the door. To Alice’s surprise, the door glides slowly open to reveal a further length of corridor. Again, on each side of the corridor there are doors, larger than the previous numbered doors and made from metal rather than wood. Instead of numbers, each is lettered.
This second stretch of corridor opens out into a much larger room, a circular dinning area. Indeed, the room is perfectly oval. There are four circular dinning tables positioned so as to make out a square within the circle, each with six plastic stools. Beyond the tables is a serving area, where a young woman in a tight white blouse and a very short black cotton skirt is carefully serving food to another Graduate Maid.
At the tables sit many of Alice’s fellow students, some dressed in the startling pink uniform of the Novice, some in the elegant black maid’s attire of the Graduates and some in a dark red variation of the Novice uniform. These, she realises, are the Juniors.
And yet this is not all; for in a corner of the room, under a deliberately bright spot light, are two very tall, adult sized high chairs, and strapped into these are two more she-males. But these two unfortunates are not wearing any recognisable academy uniform. Instead, they are dressed in the intricate and highly embarrassing costume of a baby girl, complete with be-frilled, puff sleeved satin dresses edged with inches of frou-frou petticoating, large, equally be-frilled bonnets, finger-less mittens, and gleaming patent leather Mary Janes, all in the same very bright yellow.
Their eyes are wide with profound discomfort; their faces are painted snow white, with a yellow rouge circle on each cheek. A wide yellow plastic plate has been tied into place over their mouths, a plate from which runs a thin, transparent tube. The tube leads down to a large, pint sized baby’s bottle placed on the table top fixed to each chair, a bottle filled with a semi-transparent white liquid, which is clearly running up the tube and into their stopped mouths. But even more bizarre is the fact that a further tube runs from the side of each bottle and down into a large silver box, which is resting on the ground between the two imprisoned captives. And from the box run two black coloured rubber tubes, which lead from the right and left sides of the box and up beneath the oceanic petticoating of the two helpless sissies.
“April and Grace have both been very, very naughty,” Honey whispers, guiding Alice over to one of the plastic tables. “The Recycler is a particularly nasty punishment used for only the most wayward sissies.”
Alice finds herself staring with a grim fascination at the two babified she-males. Their hosed ankles are bound to the front legs of the chair and their tightly mittened wrists are held in leather shackles that are connected to the chairs’ two, slender wooden arms. Tears of despair and horror pour from their pretty eyes, squeals of helpless disgust trickle from behind the thick plastic mouth plates. They struggle angrily against their bonds. But all to no avail.
“Initially,” Honey continues, helping Alice to lower herself onto one of the plastic stoolsls, “the liquid in the bottles is sugared milk laced with a powerful laxative. It is pumped up from the Recycler box, into the bottles and then, when the liquid in the bottles is at the right density, it is forced up into the mouths of the she-males. After a while, the laxatives have their inevitable effect and the sissy is forced to relieve herself. The tube that leads up into their petticoats is attached to a plastic and rubber nappy device, which collects their waste materials and sends them back down the tube and into the Recycler. Here the waste is carefully strained, processed and sterilised, and then added to a set proportion of the original formula. This new mixture is then returned to the bottles.”
Poor Alice’s eyes widen in utter terror as the true disgusting horror of the Recycler and the terrible fate of the two pretty, helpless struggling sissies dawns on her. She moans fearfully into her gag and tries to avoid staring further at the babified she-male prisoners, who are being force-fed their own excrement!
“We reserve the Recycler for only the most severe cases,” Honey continues, carefully removing Alice’s fat rubber ball gag. “April may be saveable, but I’m afraid there is very little chance that Grace will leave the Academy with her sex intact.”
Struck dumb by the fate of April and Grace, Alice can only stare at the gleaming plastic tabletop in blank fear as Honey minces over to the food-dispensing area. The gorgeous Graduate Maid returns with a plate of what appears to be orange coloured mashed potatoes, together with a large plastic glass filled with a thick pink liquid, and places them before her terrified charge.
“This will be your only required source of nourishment for the duration of your stay.”
As Alice warily takes up a large plastic spoon by the plate, and despite the grim spectacle being played out at the other end of the dining room, Alice takes a spoonful of the mashed potato-like food and slips it between her delicately painted lips. Expecting a foul, bitter taste, she is surprised to find that the food has a very pleasant savoury flavour. She then begins to consume the meal with some considerable enthusiasm, washing it down with the pink coloured liquid, which tastes almost exactly like the strawberry milk shake it so closely resembles.
“Slow down, Alice,” Honey scolds. “I expect far more restrained, feminine table manners.”
Alice attempts to obey her beautiful she-male mentor, but hunger makes this very difficult and the lovely she-male quickly finishes the meal.
It is only as she empties the plastic glass, that she becomes aware of the other she-males sitting at her table, two novices and a junior. The Junior, in her striking cherry-coloured uniform, is a dark eyed beauty with striking nut brown hair, who is taking tiny mouthfuls of her food with ultra-feminine, intensely graceful gestures, her gorgeous hazel-green eyes cast modestly down at her plate, her large, perfectly shaped breasts straining against the tight satin material of her uniform.
Looking at this impressive beauty, Alice feels her sex stiffen and begin to fight its fiendish re-strainer. The gorgeous she-male then looks up and unleashes a shy, but unmistakably aroused smile that further inflames the new Novice’s confused passions.
“It’s rude to stare, Alice,” Honey scolds. “Although I can’t blame you for staring at Petal; she’s a particularly fine specimen.”
Alice quickly averts her eyes, but she soon finds herself helplessly drawn to the eyes of many of the other she-males currently occupying the dining room, a mixture of all three categories, and all with that same strange, sex hungry look, a look she has seen so clearly in the eyes of Honey and Pansy and, after the injection, in Nancy; a look that seems to say ‘I want sex with you and every other being on the planet’, a look that Alice, to her deep, increased confusion, finds intensely exciting.
Alice notices that only the Novices are accompanied by Graduate mentors, most of whom are also eating. The Juniors and the Graduates all have considerable, tightly restrained breasts, which they seem to be very proud of, and at which poor Alice finds herself staring with considerable envy. Although the Novice’s have padded chests, the uniforms worn by the Juniors and the Graduates have plunging necklines which make the authenticity of their bosoms all too delightfully apparent. But Alice’s envy is lessened by the thought that she, too, will soon have a large, sensitive bosom, a thought that, perhaps strangely, inspires little fear, but rather a great deal of excited anticipation. What is happening to me? she thinks, as her sex battles the unforgiving re-strainer.
As soon as she has finished the meal, she is tightly re-gagged and then led from the room, her eyes drinking up as many of her fellow sissies as possible as she rises and follows her gorgeous mentor.
As she approaches the exit, her pretty sissy eyes move from the vast variety of she-male beauties, many of whose hungry gazes are following this new, particularly sexy slave, to the long, black hosed legs of the lovely Honey. Suddenly, these perfectly shaped, elegantly displayed legs appear even more exciting, and as she minces daintily forward, she becomes much more aware of the effect the teasing sissy clothing is having on her body. Where previously fear and humiliation had blocked out the tactile delights of the wide variety of soft and deeply fetishistic materials imprisoning her body, now she is very much aware of their profound, intensely arousing impact.
As she totters behind Honey, she feels the plug slip deeper into her anus and a moan of helpless pleasure fight to escape her gagged mouth, a moan also inspired by the sweet caress of the delicate sheer nylon imprisoning her long, always feminine legs, by the sissy rustle of her pretty petticoats, by the kiss of expensive, highly erotic satin
on her arms and neck, by the tight, teasing grasp of the body shaping corselet against her slender she-male torso.
She feels almost overwhelmed by a wave of powerful, all pervasive desire. Her tightly re-strained erection stretches furiously against its soft nylon and hard steel prison, a terrible, burning sex heat begins to spread from her sex across her body. She feels her painted face flush and momentarily staggers as she minces back into the corridor.
Honey, hearing Alice’s moans, turns to face her.
“Try and relax, Alice. It’s the sex drug taking effect. The food and drink is laced with it, for all of us. It’s only in small doses, but if you’re not used to it… well, I don’t need to tell you that the effect can be somewhat distracting.”
As Alice tries to control this rising tide of desire, she is led up to one of the larger metal doors, upon which a large red C is printed. The door slides open and Honey leads her sex disoriented charge inside.
If the dining room seemed bizarre, what Alice discovers before her in room C is both frightening and truly surreal. For she is in what appears to be a gigantic nursery, a vast rectangular room painted a very bright sissy pink, lit by very bright, white strip lighting, and covered in a very thick, snow white carpet.
Down one side of the room is a row of giant wooden playpens, all empty except one, which contains a wildly struggling, disturbingly familiar she-male secured in the fantastic, deeply humiliating costume of a baby girl. To the left of the playpens are a variety of tables covered in the terrible items of babification: plastic bottles with fat rubber teats, dummies, nappies, plastic pants, strange rubber tubes, a bizarre variety of toys, bibs (some rubber, some cloth). Beyond the tables is a large, oval shaped area of black rubber matting and by this what appear to be two lengths of metal chains dangling from bolts built into the ceiling. By the chains, there are two strange metal frames, hanging from which are plastic bags filled with a very thick white liquid. And beyond the frames is a set of wooden sliding doors built directly into the side of the wall, a kind of vast closet that runs for some twenty odd feet down the room to another table, a table behind which sits a large, very beautiful black woman dressed in the tight blue uniform of a nurse.
Staring in amazement at the equipment on the tables, trying to come to terms which this ultra-bizarre torture chamber, poor Alice is led down the centre of the room towards the plump black matron, who is now regarding the new arrival with a smile of amused contempt.
“The other new trainee, I take it,” the lovely woman says, her deep, American accented voice filled with a teasing irony.
Honey draws up before the desk with Alice at her side and performs a deep curtsey, making sure to reveal her long, nylon sheathed legs right up to the sexy edge of her be-frilled panties. The woman’s gleaming, dark brown eyes study Honey’s legs with an erotic appreciation and her friendly smile widens.
“Alice, Mistress,” Honey purrs, eyes cast down modesty at her pretty high heeled feet. “The second Novice, admitted earlier today.”
“Well, she’s a gorgeous little thing. It seems we’ve got two real sissy beauties this time. But I hope Alice is better behaved than Nancy.”
Alice’s gaze is then led away from the beautiful matron to the nearest playpen and to the struggling, squealing sissy imprisoned within it, a sissy she quickly recognises as poor, apparently still defiant Nancy. Yet this is Nancy in an even more humiliating and extreme form of sissification: Nancy as a dainty, bonneted and booted baby girl!
Nancy, dressed in a spectacular powder blue baby girl’s dress of very expensive silk, heavily frilled at the puffed sleeves, very short skirt and very high neck with inches of white lace. A dress covered in a pattern of beautiful silk roses. A dress from which explodes a shocking mass of semi-transparent petticoats. And beneath these petticoats is a pair of pale blue plastic panties covering a very thick and obviously very uncomfortable adult-sized nappy.
Nancy’s long legs are wrapped in sheer white stockings, held in place high at her thighs by white elastic garters decorated with pale blue teddy bears. Over her head has been secured a huge powder blue silk bonnet, its wide edges decorated with a beautifully intricate flower pattern which matches that of the dress, a bonnet held in place beneath her dimpled chin by two thick powder blue silk ribbons tied in huge sissy bow. Her face has been covered in a snow-white foundation and a circle of pale blue rouge has been added to each cheek, as well as matching eye shadow. The decoration of her lips is unclear, as a large pacifier has been forced into her mouth and tied tightly in place with more matching ribbons.
She is sitting in a kneeling position, her arms bound behind her back at her elbows and wrists, her legs also tethered at her knees and ankles. Finger-less, powder blue silk mittens have been tied to her hands and matching booties cover her feet. A length of cord has been tied to the cord binding her wrists and then bound tightly to her trussed ankles, thus forcing her into a kneeling hog-tie position. Her lovely blue eyes are filled with tears. Yet these are tears of fear and despair, not anger, as if she is in pain or some extreme form of discomfort, and her well gagged squeals and desperate bouncy wriggling testify to some dreadful, ongoing abuse or torture.
“Miss Leigh has prescribed a double dose of the sex drug and sent her to me without any lunch, and still she’s resisting. She told me Pansy spanked an entire layer of skin off her arse!’
The matron’s words draw Alice’s eyes back to this bold, plump black beauty. She has risen from the table and is now standing only a few feet from the lovely, anxious she-male. The blue cotton uniform is pulled tight across her ample but still very shapely and sensual form. She is nearly six feet tall thanks to a pair of white stiletto heeled court shoes, and is wearing a pair of opaque white tights which show off her long, surprisingly statuesque legs to a distracting perfection. A wide, thick, white leather belt traverses her considerable waist and serves to accentuate even more her extremely large breasts, which appear about to burst out of the uniform.
Yet perhaps her most striking feature is her face. Despite her generous figure, she has a perfectly shaped, exquisitely angular face, with a very firm jaw and long, golden brown cheeks. Her very large, beautifully shaped lips are painted blood red and seem to sparkle under the powerful white light that fills the room. Then there are her gorgeous eyes: two sensual, golden brown pools of stern desire that seem to radiate both a helplessly erotic maternal concern and the terrifying power of a true dominatrix. And finally, there is her hair, a beautifully sculpted mass of thick black locks that flow down over her shoulders like a river of purest jet and serves to brilliantly complement the perfect shape of her face, as do a pair of gleaming diamond stud earrings.
Before this stunning woman, Alice feels both truly humbled and utterly helpless; yet there is something else here, something that is tormenting her stocking and metal imprisoned sex to a particularly severe degree. Perhaps it is only the sex drug, but Alice feels a fundamentally overwhelming sexual attraction to this woman, who is now staring at her with a look now undermined by something that just might be surprise.
“I am Mistress Maria, the regression therapist and School Matron.”
Almost instinctively, Alice performs a slight, very sweet curtsey and Rose Marie’s lovely smile widens.
“My, my. You are an instinctive little thing.”
Maria then turns to Honey. “You can leave,” she snaps, still staring directly into Alice’s eyes. “I’m sure Alice won’t be any trouble.”
Honey smiles in a slightly conspiratorial manner, curtsies, spins elegantly around on her high heels and minces sexily from the room, leaving poor Alice staring fearfully at Maria’s lovely, white leather stilettos, the sex heat still frying every inch of her helpless sissy form.
“Each Novice begins her journey into sissidom with a thorough cleansing, both of her body and her mind, through extended periods of regression therapy. Over the next week, we will be spending a lot of time together, Alice – at least 3 hours each afternoon, and longer, if I feel it is necessary.”
Alice finds her eyes climbing the startling, generous form of Mistress Maria as the impressive beauty details the she-male’s fate.
“We will begin with an enema. Your plug will be removed and your anus greased, then you will receive four pints of a special internal cleansing solution. Then you will be nappied and fully babified, bound, gagged and left with Nancy. You will be left for an hour. If you are able to retain your cleaning load for this period, you will be returned to your room and given special advanced credit, which will allow you to skip regression therapy altogether. As your anus will have been greased with a very annoying skin irritant, it is very doubtful if you will be able to hold on to your load for more than ten to fifteen minutes. This is rather unfortunate, because failure to hold on guarantees full regression therapy and, in the short term, a very sound spanking followed by cleaning duties in the laundry.”
Mistress Maria smiles broadly as her description of the afternoon inspires a look of terrified disgust in the poor sissy, a look made even more desperate as the lovely sissy’s eyes wander back to the squealing, sobbing, wiggling form of babified Nancy.
Mistress Maria then very carefully begins to remove Alice’s clothing, stripping her down to her stockinged, re-strained sex and tight ball gag with surprising speed. The beautiful, plump beauty’s eyes widen as Alice’s sex is revealed and her smile turns from one of ironic amusement to a deep, intense pleasure.
“Well, for such a petite little sissy, you’re very well hung,” she says, moving closer to Alice.
Then, to the she-male’s utter amazement, she runs a long, cherry red nailed index finger down the stiff, curving, nylon sheathed shaft.
“Does that feel good, babikins?” whispers, her eyes burning into Alice’s, her voice like honey coated sex, her generous breasts pressing against Alice’s silken, perfectly flat chest, her powerful musk perfume overwhelming the she-male’s desperately flaring nostrils.
Alice moans hopelessly, helplessly, hungrily into her fat rubber ball gag, returning Maria’s tormenting stare with a look of savage animal need and absolute surrender.
“I think you and I are going to become very good friends, Alice. Very good.”
Alice can only moan louder and then nod desperately, pushing her sex sluttishly against this new, marvellous mistress.
Mistress Maria laughs at this gesture and then playfully slaps Alice’s pert, helplessly wiggling backside. She then forces the lovely she-male to turn away from her and bend over. Within a few, ecstatic seconds, the anal plug has been pulled from her backside and she is once again facing the imperial beauty.
Yet pleasure quickly turns to trepidation and then to genuine fear as Alice is led onto the rubber matting and beneath the strange metal frames and chains. Maria orders Alice to put her arms behind her back and then grasps the two chains, the ends of which are fused together into what appears to be a giant, finger-less, black rubber glove. She then proceeds to slip the glove over Alice’s crossed wrists and tie it in place with two lengths of rubber cording attached to the glove’s sleeve. Once the glove has been secured, Mistress Maria kneels down. Alice’s pretty, frightened eyes follow her and watch in further astonishment as she pulls two leather shackles from holes in the rubber matted floor, shackles attached to two very short lengths of chain, which are perhaps four feet apart. She grasps Alice’s slender left ankle and quickly imprisons it within the corresponding shackle. She then repeats this process with the she-male’s right ankle, pulling the sissy’s legs painfully apart as she does so.
Satisfied that Alice is properly secured, the beautiful mistress then returns to teasing her she-male captive’s arching, tormented sex, her smile one of pure sex.
Leaving Alice’s squealing frantically into the ball gag and her sex wobbling furiously in its stocking sheath as if begging for more attention, Maria turns and pushes a large red button set into the wall just opposite the sinister metal frame. To Alice’s utter horror, the chains begin to move and suddenly her arms are being pulled upward. This forces her torso forward and stretches her into a painful bending position, which in turn forces her legs even wider apart and leaves are stretched buttocks open to Maria’s now rubber gloved hands. Within seconds, the poor she-male is bent painfully forward, her arms pulled so tightly behind and upward that they feel as if they are about to pop out of their shoulder sockets. And as tears as discomfort pour from her beautiful eyes, the gorgeous mistress suddenly disappears from her blurred view.
“First the irritant cream, then the enema,” Mistress Maria whispers, her silken voice filled with a deeply cruel passion.
Rubber sheathed fingers then slip between Alice’s pert, helplessly twitching buttocks. Alice moans with a deeply embarrassing, but inescapable pleasure, as Maria gently caresses the walls of the sissy’s arse with a rubberised index finger, probing deep into the her anus and coating its soft, virgin walls with a cool, thick cream.
Maria then applies a hard slap to Alice’s wiggling bottom. “Calm down, girl – you’re way too frisky. I can see you’re going to need plenty of my very special attention.”
Eventually, the finger is removed. Alice then listens fearfully as the gorgeous mistress pulls the strange metal frame holding the plastic bag closer to her painfully restricted form, her stockinged, tightly restrained and rock hard sex now pressing angrily into her flat, silky smooth stomach. Then she feels a hard rubber tube being pressed against the tip of her anus. She squeals into the gag once again, a squeal that suddenly rises in pitch as the tube meets resistance and is pushed much harder. Poor Alice struggles desperately in her bonds, pleading uselessly in her gag, and tears return to her eyes as the tube is shoved through the wall of resistance and then deep into her back passage.
Feeling as if she has been split in two, it is only a matter of seconds before a warm liquid is being pumped down the tube and into her bowels. Then it is only minutes before her bowel is filled painfully and her stomach, bent forward as it is, takes on the look and feel of a rubber bag filled to bursting point.
“When I remove the tube, you will have an immediate urge to evacuate your bowels. If you do this, you will be returned to the dining room and spend the next 24 hours hooked up to the recycler.”
Maris’s cold, hard words strike a terrible, black fear deep into Alice’s sissy soul, and as the tube is pulled free she fights the very powerful desire to relax her sphincter muscle. But no sooner has the tube been removed than something long and soft is being inserted in its place, a strange, clay like substance.
“Body wax,” Maria explains, carefully filling her terrified captive’s back passage with the pink, play-doe like material. “It will prevent any little accidents while I dress you. Your body heat will cause it to melt to liquid over a period of about 20 to 30 minutes; then you’re on your own. Nancy has about 10 minutes or so left.”
Alice bends her neck painfully to make out the struggling, squealing form of poor Nancy and her bloated stomach bubbles with genuine fear. Once the wax has been packed into place, Maria carefully frees her charge from the bizarre sissy bondage and then begins the process of complete babification.
With her stomach now a dull led weight and her buttocks stretched wide by the wax, Alice finds herself waddling painfully behind the stunning Maria, following her towards the long wardrobe.
Maria slides open the nearest wardrobe door to reveal a startlingly vast array of adult sized baby wear. Dresses, night clothing, romper suits, pinafores and petticoats dangle by golden hangers from silver bars stretched the entire length of the wardrobe. Open drawers beneath the hanging clothes are filled with nappies, plastic panties, stockings, tights, booties. At least ten wig stands rest on top of the drawers, each holding a beautiful, incredibly intricate an individually coloured satin and silk bonnet. Before the stunned sissy is a positive cornucopia of infantile attire, a spectacular jungle of baby femininity whose single aim is the humiliation, subjugation and transformation of the wayward male.
Maria then selects a thick, very large cream coloured nappy from one of the draws. Ordering Alice to spread her legs apart (a rather difficult act, given the sissy’s unfortunate circumstances), she then slides the nappy under the she-male’s still highly excited, tightly restrained sex and begins to wrap it very tightly around her slender waist. Once satisfied that the nappy is properly positioned, Maria then produces a huge golden safety pin and uses it to hold the thick towelling firmly in place.
Alice, of course, feels utterly ridiculous, but the close proximity of Maria and the constant waves of pleasure created by the sex drug ensure that her humiliation is constantly undermined by an increasingly brutal desire.
After the nappy, she is helped into a pair of delicate, very fine white nylon stockings that are secured in place around her upper thighs by two white-lace frilled, elastic garters decorated with silk teddy bears. The stockings are themselves decorated in a sea of sparkling silver stars and the poor sissy is enraptured both by their feel and by the effect they have on her long, helplessly feminine legs. And after the stockings come a pair of white, semi-transparent plastic panties, frilled at the wide legs and waist with white-lace, and with a tight, elastic waist-band, panties that stretch over the nappy and then snap neatly into place just beneath her navel.
To Alice’s relief, there is no corset. Indeed, the thought of being tied into a corset with her bowels so painfully full does not bare further thought. However, there is a short, be-frilled camisole made from a very thin, expensive white silk, which falls over her body like a coat of pure sex and inspires a very loud baby squeal of pleasure.
And after the camisole comes the most incredible baby girl dress, a large, pink satin masterpiece of sissification, with huge puffed sleeves, a very high, button up, be-frilled neck and a very short skirt layered with a swirling ocean of beautiful frou-frou petticoats.
As Maria pulls the dress over Alice’s head and lets it drop down her new slave’s slender she-male form, a look of genuine surprise fills her dark, sensual eyes.
“My, my, Alice, you really are a stunner. I’ve never seen one like you. The sissies will be fighting to make you happy.”
It is then that Alice looks up directly into Maria’s eyes. If she were un-gagged now, she would make it clear that she would do any thing for this regal black beauty, yet her eyes, her gorgeous, honey brown eyes, say all that needs to be said: I am yours, completely.
Maria releases a weak, yet warm smile and carefully straightens her charge’s gorgeous sissy dress. And it just after this haunting, sex drenched exchange that Alice becomes aware of the heat spreading along her anal passage, a heat that brings with it an uncomfortable and increasing itching. Her eyes widen, a fearful moan slips from her gag. Maria’s smile changes, becomes more confident, a little crueller.
“I see the cream is taking effect. It’ll be rather uncomfortable for quiet a while, but there’s no real threat until the wax melts. Then, it just hastens the inevitable.”
Despite the increasing discomfort, the helpless, babified sissy finds herself staring up at the stunning Maria with an even greater, stronger desire, and her look of adoration is repaid by a wider, warmer smile and the teasing production from one of the many drawers of a huge baby’s pacifier. Alice’s eyes widen with an exquisite mixture of trepidation and excitement as the true nature of this kinky device is revealed. The pacifier’s teat is very long, maybe 4 inches, very wide, maybe over an inch, and fully ribbed. Not only this, but it is shaped exactly like a phallus! Set on a powder pink plastic base, it rises before Alice like a totem of the she-male cult this strange place has been built to serve. Two long lengths of pink silk ribbon run from each side of the curved plastic base, and Alice watches with trembling awe as the gorgeous Maria places the dummy on the table by the frame and then very gently works free the buckle of the fat ball gag currently filling the sissy’s mouth. Then, she carefully pulls the gag from Alice’s mouth.
“You’ve got very beautiful lips, Alice. It seems a shame to keep you gagged, but I’m sure you prefer it that way. And I’m sure you’ll like the pacifier. A little taste of what’s to come.”
Puzzled by the last sentence, Alice watches as Maria takes the pacifier from the table and steps up very close to the sissy’s babified form. Smiling gently, the startling jet beauty slips the curved tip of the teat between Alice’s rose petal lips and pushes it gently but deeply into her mouth. Alice quickly finds her mouth filled in a most erotic manner and her eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and masochistic excitement. The ribbed edges of the pacifier-gag press her tongue flat, and the curved tip presses against the back of her throat. She instinctively bites down on it as Maria pulls the two silk ribbons behind her head and then ties them in a very tight bow at the base of her neck.
The pacifier is an even more effective, but much more arousing gag, and the sissy whimpers with pleasure as Maria stands back to admire her handiwork. She then returns to the wardrobe. As Alice’s erection strains that little bit harder against the fiendish re-strainer, Maria takes the most beautiful of the bonnets from its stand and brings it over to her lovely charge. It is made from a beautiful pink silk, heavily frilled at its puffed edges with very fine, exquisitely detailed French lace, and with a very beautiful, but barely perceptible pattern of white silk roses sown into its gorgeous fabric. A long white silk ribbon runs from each of the frilled bottom flaps.
Moaning helplessly into the pacifier gag, Alice feels a shiver of ecstasy run through her intricately babified form as Maria, a smile of triumph laced with obvious sexual arousal lighting up her beautiful face, carefully slips the bonnet over the she-male’s pretty head. She then gently pulls the flaps under her chin and ties them tightly in place with the two ribbons, creating a huge, gloriously sissy bow just beneath Alice’s sweet, dimpled chin.
As Alice squirms with the strange mixture of physical discomfort and extreme pleasure that her babification inspires, Maria returns to the wardrobe, where she takes a pair of white silk booties from one of the drawers and brings them over to her tormented charge. With an unusual elegance, she lowers herself onto her knees and helps Alice slip her stockinged feet into the lovely booties, which are then tied tightly in place with white, silk ribbon laces. The booties are quickly followed by matching, fingerless mittens, which Maria pulls over her charge’s delicate, feminine hands and then ties in place with more silk ribbons sown into the puffed fabric of each mitten sleeve. The gorgeous black mistress then rises gracefully to her high-heeled feet, steps back and considers her sissy creation.
“You look fabulous, Alice. If I were your mummy, you’d stay in nappies permanently.”
Alice blushes and then allows Maria to guide her over to the playpens. The she-male finds herself struggling to walk in the slippery booties, an effort made much worse by now burning irritation in her anus, plus the wax plug and the large amount of liquid filling her bowel.
Maria guides her sissy captive to the playpen that is directly opposite the one containing a still struggling, squealing Nancy.
“It took three of us to get little Nancy ready,’ Maria says, opening the gate of the playpen and guiding Alice inside. “But you’ve been a perfect sissy.”
Maria then orders Alice to place her mittened hands behind her back. The sissy, her eyes now pinned to the wiggling, moaning form of poor Nancy, obeys. As Maria then proceeds to take a number of lengths of white rubber coated cording from a large pocket in her uniform, Nancy’s tear-stained eyes clamp onto Alice, eyes filled with anger, discomfort and despair, eyes that fill Alice with a sense of helpless sympathy. Yet Nancy, very beautiful, undoubtedly very sexy, also inspires a deep feeling of desire, a desire that disturbs in exactly the same way as her feelings for the stunning Honey disturb. And, despite the anger and pain, Alice can see a similar ambivalent desire in Nancy’s eyes, a desire fighting itself, a desire stoked by the formidable power of the sex drug coursing through her expertly sissified body.
Alice feels the first cord wrap around her satin covered wrists. As her wrists are forced together and tied in place she feels a lightning bolt of pleasure strike her sex and moans into the dummy gag. Once her wrists are secured, Maria uses another cord to bind her elbows very tightly together, producing an initial winch of pain that flows into another moan of pleasure.
“I see you like being tied up, Alice,” Maria teases, before carefully kneeling down and quickly binding the lovely she-males ankles and knees.
Alice, lost in masochistic excitement, can only moan louder and nod slightly, surprised by the intensity of her reaction to this highly erotic bondage.
Once firmly bound, the she-male is then very carefully helped down onto her knees, so that she is directly facing Nancy through the bars of the playpen. Then, just like Nancy, Maria uses a final cord to tie her tethered ankles to her trussed wrists and thus force her into a very tight, inescapable kneeling hog-tie that makes any kind of movement in any direction utterly impossible. Thus immobilised, the bonnet forcing her into a silk lined tunnel vision, she stares at Nancy, her eyes wide with desire, despite the fact that she is almost immediately aware that the pressure placed on the body wax plug by the hog-tie is causing the plug to melt much faster.
Then something is being placed over her face, a strange mask of some kind. In fact, it is a surgical operating mask, or something very similar, a mask, which covers her face from just below her pretty honey brown eyes to her beribboned chin. Suddenly, the heady musk perfume of Maria fills her helplessly flaring nostrils.
“Things are going to get very smelly round here very quickly, babikins. So, seeing how you’ve been such a well-behaved sissy, I thought this protective mask might relief the considerable discomfort you’re about to endure. The perfume is my own. I hope you like it.”
As Maria ties the mask in place, Nancy begins to squeal angrily into her dummy gag and shake her head furiously.
“No, not for you, little Nancy,” Maria scolds. “You’ve been very naughty, and now its time for your punishment. The quicker you learn that obedience is rewarded, the faster you’ll fit in around here.”
Maria then gets to her feet and leaves the playpen, closing and locking the gate behind her.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” she says, her voice trailing off as her heels click down the nursery back towards the main door.
The sound of the door closing and locking is the sound of doom for poor Nancy; for almost as soon as Maria has left, the lovely she-male’s struggles suddenly lessen considerably. Alice watches in horror as strange, vaguely disgusting sounds begin to echo from her bowels. Nancy’s eyes widen, she squeals uselessly into her fat gag, pleading for an impossible mercy. Huge tears flood from her eyes. All signs of anger and resistance fade, to be replaced by an intense, confessional sissy fear. Then there are a series of sickeningly flatulent eruptions followed by a huge explosion, the terrible sound of Nancy involuntarily evacuating her bowels, a prolonged, painful sound that fills Alice with nausea and terror. Despite the powerful scent lining the mask, the smell becomes almost immediately apparent and she finds herself fighting back the urge to vomit. Then, suddenly, it is over, the festering stink the only remnants of a truly disgusting and utterly humiliating spectacle, a spectacle named Nancy, a spectacle that has now become a vision of utter defeat, a moaning, sobbing, pacifier gagged sissy stewing in her own pungent waste, her head bowed, her body racked by spasms of embarrassment and self-hate.
This, Alice realizes, is how they destroy the will.
As Nancy continues to sob, as the smell cuts at the edges of Alice’s scented nostrils, the wax in her own back passage final slips out into the nappy and quickly soaks into the tough, absorbent material. As it does so, the effect of the irritant cream becomes much stronger and Alice now finds herself instinctively struggling to keep the lake of liquid in her own bowels from exploding out in more or less the same deadly manner as has just overwhelmed poor Nancy.
As Alice wiggles desperately to control her bowels, Nancy slowly looks up, drawn from her own despair by the sounds of her companion’s suffering. Tears still pour from her eyes, but behind this flood there is a deep, sickened disgust, a cloud of utter contempt that is slowly but surely striping away the tough skin of resistance Nancy has so far placed between herself and her forced feminisation. Then a huge, dreadful pressure of gas suddenly builds up in Alice’s bubbling bowels.
Her eyes widen, she squeals into the gag. She bounces and wiggles. Nancy squeals in sympathy, knowing that the coming evacuation will make the dreadful smell now torturing every inch of her feminised form twice as bad. Then Alice is forced to let the gas escape, a hideously loud fart that heralds the great flood of liquid and waste matter, a flood that explodes out of her backside like a tidal wave, a wave accompanied by more appalling gaseous trumpet blasts and a series of very high pitched squeals of despair from both the tightly bound and gagged sissies.
It is as if her very insides have been loosened and then ripped out. A terrible sense of physical helplessness, of lost control, is followed by an awareness of the even greater stink, a stink that completely overwhelms the protective mask and plunges Alice into a void of horror and self-loathing, a void bordered by the dreadful physical discomfort
Induced by the totally flooded nappy, a void she and Nancy share for the next 50 awful minutes, their tear filled eyes rarely meeting, their protests and struggles dimmed by the inescapable horror of their plight.
And then, after this eternity of suffering, this fifty minutes hell, they hear a door open and heels clicking. Almost immediately, the two desperately humiliated and tortured sissies unleash a series of panic stricken gag distorted squeals and perform a ballet of angry wiggles. Then the gate to Alice’s playpen is being opened and hands are soon untying her wrists and elbows. A graduate maid steps into her picture frame view of Nancy. It is Pansy, her lovely face covered by a protective mask, a look of total disgust filling her beautiful eyes; Pansy carefully untying Nancy.
Soon, the hands are freeing Alice’s knees and ankles. Then, she is being helped to her feet, an act made particularly unpleasant by the full to bursting point nappy. The hands rest on her shoulders and gently, almost gingerly, guide her out of the pen. Nancy has now also been freed and is being led out of her pen by Pansy. Soon the two
very uncomfortable she-males are being led down to the back of the nursery, and eventually they find themselves before another large metal door. Pansy pushes another plastic button built into an opposite wall and the door slides open to reveal a very large communal shower area, a long, pink tiled, rectangular room, with silver shower units set every four feet or so down its entire length.
The sissies are guided into the middle of the sparkling room. Alice is turned completely around and finds herself facing a masked Honey, a pained look tormenting the Graduate maid’s beautiful eyes.
“You will be stripped down to your plastic panties. When we leave, you will remove Nancy’s panties and nappies and then clean her with soap and water. She will then repeat the process on you. Use the bin to discard the dirty nappies and the panties. When you are cleaned and dried, press the button by the door. You will be watched via a close circuit camera, so it is advisable to follow my instructions to the letter. If you do not, you will immediately receive a further enema and suffer the consequences.”
Both sissies listen to Honey’s words with a growing sense of desperation, which is made worse as the Graduates then proceed very reluctantly to strip the babified she-males down to their plastic panties and nappies. The lovely bonnets and dummy gags are left tied tightly in place. Then the Graduates take a bundle of the clothing each, spin round on their gleaming heels and leave the room, the metal door sliding shut behind them.
Alice and Nancy face each other, both looking quite ridiculous in only the plastic panties and nappies, their sissy faces framed by the sweet bonnets, their mouths firmly stopped by the dummy gags. Nancy, her intricately made up face now a sheet of tears and torment, appears petrified by the prospect of cleaning Alice, and she is shaking with fear and loathing. Alice, although equally appalled, is far more frightened of another enema and steps forward to remove Nancy’s plastic panties. Nancy’s eyes widen and a squeal of refusal fights its way out of the gag. Given the increasingly bad smell and her own discomfort, Alice is in no mood to negotiate, and she steps forward suddenly, grabs one of Nancy’s slender, silken arms and forces it behind her back. Surprised by her own firmness, an act of total desperation, Alice then holds the petite she-male as she grabs the lace edged hem of the plastic panties and then struggles to pull them down Nancy’s long, very shapely legs. Once the panties have been forced free of her kicking legs, Nancy suddenly stops struggling.
Indeed, she stands in a state of rigid petrification as Alice slowly unclips the huge safety pin holding the nappy tightly in place. Then, with a gasp of true trepidation, Alice very carefully pulls the nappy free. Without looking at it, she then waddles over to the large plastic bin in the corner of the room, opens the lid and flings the stinking object inside. She then waddles back, helps the sissy out of the bonnet (but leaves the dummy gag tightly in place) and guides the stunned Nancy beneath one of the shower units and proceeds to hose her down from head to toe, again fighting to avoid looking below the slender she-male’s waist line until she is sure every last microbe of waste material has been washed away.
Once she is satisfied that Nancy has been fully cleansed, she releases a profound sigh of relief through her own gag and turns the now dripping wet she-male to face her. Her make up washed away, Nancy is revealed to be even younger than Alice. Maybe only 16, barely over 5 feet, four inches tall, with a slim, yet surprisingly muscular body and a beautiful, helplessly feminine face. And then Alice’s eyes are drawn to the she-male’s sex, wrapped tightly in a soaking black stocking and held firm by the metal cock ring. It is disturbingly erect, yet also rather small. Then her strangely disappointed eyes wander back up to Nancy’s lovely face and the sissy’s large, sad eyes.
Alice then removes her own bonnet and takes a bar of the powerfully scented soap from a metal dish built into the shower unit. As she approaches Nancy, she sees that the resistance and fear previously apparent in every muscle of Nancy’s body has disappeared.
Indeed, as Alice runs the soap over Nancy’s torso, she senses another emotion gripping the younger she-male: arousal. Perhaps an arousal resisted, but one which causes an obvious arch of her back and a renewed protest against the evil re-strainer. And, to Alice’s own amazement, Nancy’s arousal quickly becomes her own. Suddenly, she is unsuccessfully resisting the urge to caress Nancy’s body with the soap, to seek out her shaven, sealed sex and the crack between her buttocks. And Nancy’s response is not resistance or outrage, but a little girl moan of pleasure.
And when Nancy is thoroughly and rather erotically cleaned, Alice makes it clear that the younger she-male must now reciprocate. Yet, again to Alice’s surprise, Nancy is far from reluctant. Although naturally disgusted by the removal of the panties and the nappy, once they have been disposed of, Nancy quickly hoses down Alice and then sets about washing her with equal care and teasing dedication, thus ensuring Alice’s own helpless moans of pleasure. At first, Nancy is a little reluctant to go anywhere near Alice’s considerable sex, but after a few desperate begging squeals from Alice, the sissy tentatively leathers up her slender, girlish hands and then covers the stockinged, re-strained member in a thick layer of soap.
Alice squeals with pleasure and Nancy is clearly very excited by her response; so much so, that she then shyly slips a soap-layered index finger between Alice’s pert, pale rose buttocks and presses hard on the anal plug sealed tightly between them.
And as Alice’s squeals rise in pitch, the metal door suddenly slides open and Honey and Pansy mince back into the room.
“Get dried immediately. You’re taking far too long!” Pansy snaps.
Under the Graduate’s stern, but also excited gaze, the two Novice’s quickly dry each other with large, fluffy towels and then follow their she-male mistresses back into the nursery, totally naked, very obviously aroused and both very deeply confused.
They are led back to the rubber mat and the desk, behind which sits Mistress Maria, a warm smile lighting up her face.
“Congratulations, girls!” she exclaims, “You’ve broken the record for sissy love. We normally get the first signs after the second day of training, but you two sure didn’t hang around.”
Both sissies blush furiously before beautiful, cruel Maria, their erections rising before them like reluctant confessions of a deeply perverse desire.
“Well,” Maria continues, directly addressing Alice, “I think you’re going to be a particularly positive influence on little Nancy, and I intend to recommend to Mistress Angeline that you and she be placed in a shared room as quickly as possible.”
Alice feels a sudden skip of her heart and cannot avoid turning towards Nancy, who is already staring back at her with an exquisite mixture of fear and desire. Alice then turns back to Mistress Maria and watches her smile widen and her dark eyes burn with a very intense and strange desire.
“But now,” the gorgeous black mistress says, “we have to address the issue of your two little accidents. That means a spanking followed by a few hours in the laundry room.”
Before she can even react, Alice is grabbed by Honey and led very firmly towards the chains that had held her in place when Maria had administered the enema. She offers no resistance as she her arms are once more secured in the chain glove and her feet are pushed back into the shackles. To her surprise, a second set of chains has also been lowered from the ceiling and poor Nancy is being secured in them. Within a few minutes, the two sissies are bent trouble and facing the floor, their buttocks spread and helplessly exposed. As Honey and Pansy stand back, Maria rises from the table, a long, tan leather paddle in her hands, a wicked smile igniting her beautiful face.
“You will each be given twelve strokes of the paddle,” she informs the now terrified, yet paradoxically still very aroused she-males.
Marai then disappears behind the two quaking sissies. There is a terrible, agonising silence. Then, briefly, the sound of leather cutting through the air, a sound that inspires a squeal of apprehensive terror from each gagged mouth. Then, for Alice, there is pain, a sudden explosion of fire deep in her buttocks that drives her squeal up a full octave. Instinctively, she begins to fight her inescapable bonds, a desperate, pained struggle. But the next blow falls on Nancy’s already desperately wiggling backside, and, as the sound of leather biting into tender sissy flesh echoes once again through the nursery, poor Alice tries to steal herself for the second bitter kiss of the paddle.
And so it goes on, alternating between the two she-males, twelve strokes in total, twelve strokes that leave them both squealing for mercy, their pert sissy buttocks a deep cherry red and wobbling violently, tears pouring from their terror widened eyes.
Then they are released, shaking, sobbing, yet also both still furiously erect. Their hands are bound behind their backs with rubber coated cording and they are led from the nursery. They are returned to their separate rooms by their respective mentors, untied and carefully re-transformed into babified sissies. Within a surprisingly short period of time, their hair has been carefully re-styled, their faces beautifully made up, their feminine boy-girl forms bathed in clouds of powerful perfume. The anal plugs are teasingly repositioned. A fresh nappy is pinned tightly in place; followed by plastic panties, stockings and gleaming patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Then the lovely, sexy dress and, finally, the splendid bonnet. A fresh dummy gag is tied in place, mittened hands are retied, and the two daintily mincing she-males are led out into the corridor and back towards the nursery, the plugs teasing their arses, the pain of the spanking already transformed into an intense erotic heat that has spread between their legs and into their teased, tied and tormented cocks.
They are led through another sliding metal door and into another very large room. This is the School’s laundry room, a vast kingdom of tropical heat dominated by swirling, rumbling washing and drying machines, row upon row of freshly washed and ironed sissy clothing and, amazingly, two huge piles of soiled panties. And it is to the piles of panties that the two sissies are led, piles rising four feet high from large white plastic baskets.
“The mistresses prefer their panties hand washed,” Pansy announces. “Use the rubber pinafore and gloves, and the soap by the sink. Wash each pair thoroughly and individually, then hang them on the drying stands provided. You have 90 minutes to do the lot. If you haven’t finished by the time we return, you go back to Mistress Alicia to be spanked, given another enema, and left to spend the night in the nursery.”
Their hands are untied and the mittens are removed. Then they are left to their considerable task, a task made worse by the fact that there is only one large, rectangular sink and by the immediately apparent, intense heat, a heat whose effect is considerably increased by the tight baby attire. Very much aware of the time, Alice takes the initiative. The two sissies remain tightly gagged, so she finds herself communicating with Nancy, who is now looking at Alice with a disturbingly frank desire, via clumsy hand gestures. Following these gestures, Nancy allows Alice to help her into the heavy white rubber pinafore and gloves and then be guided slowly over to the sink. Nancy then fills the sink with warm water and adds a little of the soap powder as Alice pulls the first basket of panties directly between the two sissies. As she does so, she notices that there are four other she-males in the room, all novices in their pretty pink uniforms, all tightly ball gagged and, to her surprise, all hobbled. Two are virtually chained to large ironing boards and working on huge piles of sissy attire freshly hauled from the huge drying machines. Two others are loading and unloading washing and drying. One of the Novices, who Alice recognises from the dining room, returns her gaze through eyes burning with sex torment, a look that both frightens and excites, the look of an addict high on the drug of desire.
Soon Alice and Nancy are slaving over the sink, desperately trying to wash and rinse what must be two hundred pairs of panties. Their efforts are hampered by a combination of the heat, the heavy rubber aprons and a terrible sense of panic, a sense made much worse by the fact that neither sissy has the slightest sense of what time it is. Also, both are now painfully aware of a deep, unyielding hunger and the increasing physical weakness that comes with it. As a consequence of this, it is not long before both are soaked in sweat and filling quite dizzy. Yet despite this torment, there is not a second when the two sissies are free from the unforgiving sexual craving.
The delicate, often very skimpy panties, with their powerful female odours, have a tremendously exciting, fetishistic power; and the two she-males find themselves helplessly exchanging hungry looks.
Alice is shocked by the speed of Nancy’s transformation from an angry, feminised youth into a doe-eyed sissy and the impact of their bizarre adventure in the shower room. Their nakedness and the sex drug had combined to unleash some deep rooted, most definitely homosexual desire which was now being channelled directly into their feminisation.
Driven by desire and fear, the she-males, perhaps miraculously, manage to hang all the panties on the drying rack, the last pair being positioned just as Honey and Pansy return for an inspection. After a cursory glance at the rack, the Graduates lead their sweating, gasping charges from the laundry back to their rooms. Here, they are stripped naked, quickly showered and perfumed, then carefully made up and returned to their lovely Novice uniforms, complete with the fat rubber ball gags. Both are then taken to the dinning room, where they are positioned side by side at a table with two Juniors, one of whom Alice recognises as the lovely Petal.
Alice finds her self-staring with a helpless, fierce lust at Petal, who returns her look with a frank, teasing smile.
The gags are removed and the Graduates mince over to the food counter. It is then that Petal leans forward towards Alice.
“You look really sexy gagged,” Petal whispers, her voice like soft velvet, her eyes sparkling with the tormenting power of the sex drug. “Do you like being gagged?”
Stunned, overwhelmed by the strength of her desire, Alice nods helplessly.
“I’ve got something to gag you with,” Petal adds, her smile widening.
Then she quickly slips back into her seat as Honey and Pansy return. Honey places two extra large bowls of the strange mashed potato-like food and two tall glasses of the strawberry protein drink before the Novices and Alice and Nancy are soon eating with a desperate enthusiasm. Honey sits down and Pansy places two more bowls on the table. She then carefully lowers herself into the seat next to Honey. Soon all four are eating in silence. Between mouthfuls of food, both Alice and Nancy find themselves looking across the room at the continuing spectacle of April and Grace, their struggles now considerably lessened, their eyes vacant, defeated, zombie-like – frozen by a horror too terrible to contemplate.
After the meal, the sissies are re-gagged and led back down the long, central corridor. Yet instead of being returned to their separate rooms, they are taken to a much larger ‘double’ room. This is essentially just a bigger version of the standard sissy accommodation, yet with one particularly disturbing difference: a large double bed. Held in a white metal frame, with a barred headboard, the bed is covered in gleaming pink, highly perfumed sheets and at least six fat pillows in matching silk cases.
The two sissies stare at the bed with some considerable trepidation as Honey and Pansy set about stripping them down to their teasing, tormenting re-strainers. Moaning slightly into their mouth filling gags as the dainty, sexy, ultra feminine clothing is slipped from their petite she-male forms, Alice and Nancy exchange looks of fear and arousal. Yet in Nancy’s pretty eyes, Alice sees something else, something approaching jealously. She remembers Petal’s teasing words and then she understands: poor Nancy is upset by the attentions of Petal and by Alice’s helplessly positive response!
Once they are naked, the Graduates mince over to the larger, longer built-in wardrobe and begin to remove a bizarre variety of nightwear. The two sissies watch with renewed concern as the clothes are laid out on the bed before them, their desperate erections rising up before their slender bodies like ringed totem poles to a black, eternal desire.
Honey takes up a pair of very fine strawberry coloured silk stockings and dangles them before Alice.
“Put these on, first,” she whispers, her large, hungry eyes wandering down to Alice’s straining sex.
Alice obeys, managing to slip into the self-supporting stockings with a surprising ease. The fine, cool silk sends shivers of intense pleasure through her body, and as she adjusts the elasticised tops around her silken thighs, Nancy, under Pansy’s instructions, begins to struggle into a pale blue version of the stockings. And after the stockings comes a rubber mini-corset, Alice’s strawberry, Nancy’s pale blue, a corset tightly laced into place by the appropriate Graduate. Then, the most unusual nightdress imaginable. Made from shimmering satin and corresponding to the colour code each sissy appears to have been allocated, the dresses are more like single-legged body stockings. To put them on, each she-male is made to sit on the bed and draw the sheath of satin up their silken hosed legs. The sheath element is in fact very tight and their legs are forced tautly together. Subsequently unable to stand, they wiggle the top half of the dress up over their stomachs and now flat chests, slipping arms into long, puffed, lace be-frilled sleeves and then pulling the very high, also lace be-frilled neck up to the tips of their sissy chins. The Graduates then produce two pairs of finger-less rubber gloves, also colour coded, and force their respective sissy’s hands into them, making any movement of their fingers impossible.
Yet this is not the end of their restriction. For as soon as the gloves are fitted, their arms are forced down to their sides and tied in place with a long length of silk ribbon, which has been sown into each side of the dress at the hips. The ribbons are wrapped around the she-male’s gloved wrists and tied tightly in place with a fat sissy bow.
Once satisfied that their charges have been adequately secured, the Graduate maids carefully pull the two sissies up onto the bed and lay them out side by side. Then, to the amazed horror and arousal of both she-males, the Graduates lean forward and plunge their hands into the crotch area of the dresses. Squealing with fear and excitement, the sissies watch as the Graduate’s hands disappear into small, elastic slits built into the crotch area and then somewhat roughly pull out their stockinged, cock-ringed sexes.
Helpless, appalled, terribly turned on, Alice and Nancy must then watch as the two Graduates remove the cock rings and gently, teasingly slip off the stockings. Squealing angrily, their crimson, now rock solid erections pop into full, erotic bloom and the Graduates burst out laughing.
“It’s not fair,” Pansy says, her high pitched, sissy girl voice genuinely shocking to Alice. “Yours is twice as big!”
Honey laughs, then leans forward and, to Alice’s utter astonishment, takes the she-male’s stiff, desperate sex between her thumb and forefinger and carefully, even elegantly, guides it into her mouth.
Utterly helpless, terrified and dizzy with sexual excitement, Alice quickly becomes aware of Honey’s highly trained oral skills. Indeed, within seconds she is struggling to avoid a violent orgasm as the Graduate tickles and teases her molten cock with her tongue and sucks on its inflated head with soft, rose petal lips. Alice’s loud squeals of furious arousal are quickly matched by poor Nancy, who is now also subject to an oral pleasuring by her mentor.
The two sissies come together, or if not together, then within seconds of each other, exploding into the expert mouths of their Graduate tormentors with ear splitting squeals of a terrible, black cosmic power. Bright silver stars fill Alice’s vision. Her whole body seems to lift off the bed with the titanic force of the orgasm. A positive sea of come floods from her screaming, jerking cock like a high-pressure torrent of sex lava, a torrent that Honey takes into her mouth and swallows like a life prolonging nectar. Never, in her life, has she experienced such fundamental, profound pleasure.
And when she is spent, when she falls back onto the bed, wrapped tightly in her satin nightie-come-cocoon, gasping silently into the fat gag, she feels a sudden, almost unbearable sense of perfection, as if, finally, she is where she wants to be and who she wants to be. There is laughter in the background, the laughter of Honey and Pansy as they wipe their mouths, their thirst sated.
“My, my,” Honey purrs, between gasps of laughter, “what an explosion!”
“There certainly was a lot of spunk in that little cock,” Pansy adds, her own smile wrapped in a terrible, inescapable need: the addict’s craving for sex.
Yet even as the two sissies fall back to earth, their sexes are twitching and desire is flooding back into their bodies. And, perhaps incredibly, both are soon fully erect and moaning desperately into their fat gags.
Unfortunately, further pleasuring is out of the question. For even as they begin to stiffen, Honey and Pansy are sorting out fresh sex stockings and soaking them in clouds of powerful perfume, stockings of a very sheer, teasing nylon that match exactly the colour code of the sissies nightwear.
Then the stockings are stretched over their fully revived sexes, slowly, gently, sensually, inspiring more gagged squeals of pleasure and looks of desperate longing. As the stockings are pulled tight over molten flesh and secured with white silk ribbons around bulging testies, as Honey and Pansy relentlessly tease their helpless sissy charges, Alice contemplates her she-male future as an endless pathway of unyielding sexual desire. And once the stockings are tied in place, Pansy re-introduces the two terrible, double looped cock rings and the Graduates then quickly snap them back in place around the two nylon sheathed, rock hard, straining sexes. Yet even this is not the end of this bizarre, unbearably erotic ritual. For as the rings are secured, Pansy is already dangling a short length of chain between the wide-eyed, sexed up sissies. At each end of the chain is what appears to be a small rubber shackle.
“Seeing how you’ve developed such a sudden affection for one another,” Pansy whispers, her eyes filled with a cruel arousal, “we thought you should be kept as closely together as possible during the night.”
She then proceeds to take the first shackle, slip it over Alice’s angry, ringed cock, and pull it carefully over her testicles, so that it slides tightly into place around her stockinged scrotum. As she does this, Honey turns a whimpering Nancy onto her side and pushes her much closer to Alice, who has by now also been turned onto her side. The two sissies are now directly facing each other. The second shackle is then taken up by Honey and slipped over Nancy’s tormented sex, thus pulling the she-male captives even closer together and ensuring that their sexes are virtually pressing against each other.
Despite the discomfort of the strange position they have been forced into, both sissies are furiously aroused by this new kinky torment and as they stare helplessly into each others wide, little girl eyes, they know they are doomed to fall helplessly and madly in love, both with each other and with their intricate sissy future.
As they wiggle and squeal with pleasure, as they struggle to pull closer to each other, their bodies infected and overwhelmed by the sex drug as their cocks rub together unavoidably, the two Graduates, smiling like proud parents, slip from the room, flicking off the light and locking the door behind them.
In the absolute darkness, bound, gagged, ringed, tied so intimately together, the sissies squeal their need to each other, frustrated yet even more excited by the nature and fact of their frustration. Together, they face a night of unyielding sex hunger and deeply masochistic happiness. And in the morning, they know they will face an eternity of feminine submission, a thought that fills them both with a helpless joy.