The Secret Self

by Christina Shelly

  ‘You look so good in bondage, Eve. You should be tied up all the time.’

  He grabs her ankles and uses another length of ribbon to bind them tightly together. He then drags her up from the bed and throws her over his shoulders. She squeals with genuine fear and he unleashes another harsh, stilling slap to her exposed, pantied bottom. He holds her like a sack of potatoes, like a thing. An object. An object of someone else’s desire.

  He carries Eve down the stairs and into the living room. Here, she discovers a still tightly tethered Cherry. Poor Cherry is now obviously very agitated. She is wiggling furiously in her painfully rigid bondage and obviously very annoyed that Richard has not untied her.

  ‘I’ll be back for you in a sec,’ he says to Cherry.

  Then, to Eve’s horror, Richard carries her from the living room, through the front door and out into the cool, dark winter’s evening. Once outside, Eve notices that a large, dark-grey transit van has been parked in the driveway. Its wide back doors are open and Richard quickly deposits his pretty sissy package inside. Eve finds herself on her stomach, lying on a thick black rubber mat. Richard jumps into the van and very quickly uses a length of white rope to secure poor Eve in another tight, painful hog-tie. He then disappears, leaving Eve feeling frightened and terribly exposed. There is the sound of angry squealing and poor Cherry is deposited in the van next to Eve. She too is quickly re-hog-tied and the doors are closed. They lie in virtual darkness, Cherry furious and Eve now more frightened. Eve ponders the possibility that this is the final part of the strange plot she has seen hints of over the last few weeks. Now, finally, the terrible truth is revealed: she is being abducted, perhaps to be sold into she-male slavery. The escort agency is a front. She and Cherry have been tricked. They are being taken to a port and shipped abroad!

  This elaborate fantasy exposes one undeniable truth: Eve remains darkly aroused by all aspects of this strange adventure, even her apparent kidnapping.

  Richard climbs into the front of the van and starts the engine.

  The van pulls out of the drive. Cherry wiggles over to Eve and presses against her body. In the dark it is impossible to see her eyes, but from her laboured breathing and intermittent squeals of protest, it is clear she has been tricked into a bondage ordeal somewhat more extensive than originally planned.

  The journey is less than twenty minutes. And when Eve, freed from the hog-tie, is carried from the van, she discovers, not to her entire surprise, that she is back at Helen’s large and exclusive residence. The front door is opened before they reach it and Richard gently carries a stunned, uneasy Eve past a smiling, clearly aroused Priscilla, once again dressed in her beautiful, elegant maid’s costume.

  Richard gently lowers Eve to her feet and unties her ankles. He tells her to walk ahead of him into the living room. She obeys with a sense of weird elation. Now she is here, she is sure things are about to change yet again, but not in the way her dark, masochistic fantasies predict. She totters on the spiked heels into a room filled with women. Some she recognises from the club, others are unknown. There is Samantha and Helen, the formidable Ms March, and Angela. All turn as she enters. And as their eyes fall upon the sissy vision that is Eve, she instinctively performs a deep curtsey, exposing her beautiful panties and her delicately hosed thighs. A ripple of affirming whispers pass among the women. Then Helen steps forward.

  ‘You look utterly divine, Eve. I’m sure you agree, Teresa.’

  Teresa March, dressed in a black evening dress and matching hose and heels, observes the gorgeous spectacle that is Eve with hungry, suitably impressed eyes. Eve stares at her with a sense of sweet doom. She knows this woman is intent upon realising all her dark, kinky fantasies of maternal control with Eve and there is nothing she can do to stop it. A thought that inspires her hard, angry cock to protest even more vigorously in its rubber-and-steel restraint.

  Teresa March smiles and nods, her eyes betraying her perverse designs. Eve recalls the musky taste of her sex and her propensity for sissy she-males. For a moment she is sick with frustrated desire. But then the group of women parts slightly and all thoughts of the illness of desire are replaced by genuine astonishment and deep, deep love. For emerging from the group is a beloved figure from the past (yet also from the present), the guiding light of Eve’s existence. Yes, standing just a few feet from her is Aunt Debra!

  If her mouth hadn’t been tightly stopped by the ball gag, it would have fallen open in true amazement. Indeed, she finds herself unable to believe that this gorgeous image, this dream become reality, is in fact Aunt Debra. But a detailed analysis confirms the shocking truth. Dressed in a very tight red nylon sweater that perfectly displays her still firm and large bust, a black velvet skirt that reaches down over broad, curvaceous hips and firm, shapely thighs to just above her knees, sheer black nylon tights and three-inch-heeled, black leather court shoes, she is, as ever, a vision of mature sexual beauty.

  Aunt Debra smiles warmly and holds out her arms. With her own hands still tethered behind her back, Eve totters forward eagerly and falls into her aunt’s tight embrace. Debra presses her she-male niece’s head deep into her warm, scented bosom and Eve sinks into a perfect world of total sensuality, barely holding back tears of joy.

  Eventually, Aunt Debra very gently extracts Eve and looks down at her with love-filled eyes.

  ‘You look absolutely gorgeous, Eve.’

  The pretty she-male wants to announce her joy and love, but the gag is tight and highly effective, and all she can manage is a series of desperate, well-muffled squeals.

  Debra smiles and runs a blood-red-nailed finger over the curved edge of the gag.

  ‘You look so sweet gagged, Eve. Now you can tell me all your deepest desires with your eyes. Your voice will always be the greatest threat to Eve. That’s why it’s been so wonderful, in a way, to hear your true voice – the voice inside – the secret voice – in your letters and in our e-mail conversations. And now in your eyes. Yes, my darling, I can see Eve so clearly now. Let’s keep you gagged for as long as possible, my pretty sissy dove. And your dress – isn’t it utterly divine? Teresa has always been such a terrible tease when it comes to costumes for sissies.’

  Poor Eve is lost in an ecstatic whirlpool of adoration and masochistic desire. She has forgotten everything but the glorious apparition that is Aunt Debra. Her aunt’s powerful rose-scented perfume – the same perfume she wore on those two fateful days twelve years before – washes over Eve’s sissified form and sends her hurtling back in time to Debra’s elegant bedroom, that gorgeous garden of life-changing secrets. Her sex screams for release and a twinge of pain shoots through her dainty form, a pain that momentarily flickers across her eyes.

  ‘Helen tells me you have finally been sealed in the restrainer and plugged. If I had remained here with you, after your mother died, I would have done it much sooner. Not only to keep you under control, but to ensure that all those pretty girls didn’t get their hands on you. Luckily, you were far too shy ever to allow a girl near you, and you certainly listened very carefully to my counsel.’

  Her aunt’s voice has deepened with age and now has a distinctly American tinge; it is also huskier and thus much sexier. There are signs of age in her face, but this has only added a depth to her profound, maternal beauty.

  But then, as Eve stares into her aunt’s soul-consuming eyes, there is a question, a simple and obvious question: how did she get here?

  ‘I can see you’re curious about my sudden arrival. And here of all places.’

  Eve nods eagerly.

  ‘I’m afraid there has been a certain deception, my love. But a necessary deception. When I first came across the Crème de la Crème, I knew they were the perfect agency for your true self-realisation. I also knew they were an ideal business opportunity for me. An expansion of my existing interests. You see I have made a rather good living in America in what is rather brutally described as the sex industry. My experience with you wasn’t actually my first experience
of male submissives or transvestites. I had already begun to explore the commercial potentialities of female domination after my marriage broke up. But this, plus my nascent career as a dominatrix . . . well it really tested my ex-husband’s patience. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful man and, soon after we parted company and your mother passed on, he began to make life rather difficult for me professionally. Especially with the police. So, with the money I made on the house and my professional profits, I moved to California, where there was a particularly strong market for the services of an English dominant.’

  Eve listens in astonishment, amazed and excited. Now everything begins to make sense. The reason she had been so sympathetic, so expert, so informed. Adam’s transformation into Eve had been initiated by a professional dominatrix.

  ‘A client drew my attention to the Crème de la Crème website and club. He had travelled in England and attended a Sunday evening event. As he was a wealthy, powerful man in his own right, I was more than interested. I contacted Helen at a time when the club was planning a significant diversification. A fortuitous communication, as the club was looking for investors. I had always envisaged getting you to come to the States when the time was right, when Eve had fully matured, and when I could find the time to be with you. But Crème de la Crème came along and then everything seemed to have a perfect, unavoidable logic. You wouldn’t come to California: I would return to the UK. Helen and I drew up a partnership agreement, I persuaded you to come to the club. We employed Angie to keep an eye on you. It was obvious to both of us that you would be a vital part of our future plans. This was proved as soon as Teresa laid eyes on you. There are many others who want you as well, my love. Many others who can see what we can see, what I have always seen: your feminine perfection and the erotic ambiguity that comes with it. You really are the perfect she-male.’

  Eve looks at her with a stunned gaze. All of this, everything that has happened in the last few weeks, has been driven by her aunt, her incredible Aunt Debra!

  ‘So you see, Eve, we both have our secret selves. And yes, I admit I have, to a certain extent, misled you. But for a splendid cause and to help you finally realise your full potential.’

  She releases Eve from her firm but gentle embrace and Eve moans with a terrible need into the fat ball gag, a need that has gone unfulfilled for twelve years. Eve looks at Debra’s splendid, mature body, at her large, ample bosom, at her long, black nylon-sheathed legs, and then at her beautiful face. Debra’s smile fades slightly and she laughs lightly.

  ‘I think you and I need to spend a few hours alone, my pet. There’s a lot of time to make up.’

  Eve squeals with delight and again nods furiously. The rest of the women guests laugh.

  ‘Don’t work her too hard!’ Ms March shouts, inspiring even greater laughter.

  ‘You can use the second guest room,’ Helen says. ‘Richard is using the first. I believe he will be indulging himself with Cherry tonight.’

  Aunt Debra nods. She leads Eve from the room and up a flight of long, winding stairs to a landing bordered by two rows of white doors, each with a gold-coloured handle.

  During Eve’s journey up the stairs, her eyes are fixed tightly on her aunt’s elegantly hosed calves and her mind swims with this final chapter of her astonishing induction into the Crème de la Crème club.

  Debra stops by a door at the end of the corridor and removes a small silver key from a pocket in her skirt. Smiling at Eve, she unlocks the door and pushes it open. The sound of angry squeals immediately fills the corridor. Eve gasps with even greater amazement into the fat ball gag. For before her is a small, somewhat anonymous room whose main focal point is a large double bed. On the bed is Cherry, still in the same sexy undies that had teased Eve’s eyes so effectively during their joint bondage ordeal. She is still tightly bound and gagged and locked in a strict, taut hog-tie. She squeals with genuine fury when Eve and Aunt Debra appear in the doorway and, positioned close to the edge of the bed, sways precariously in her bondage.

  Aunt Debra then turns to Eve. ‘You both look so very lovely in bondage, and Richard is a keen exponent of disciplinary rope work.’

  Cherry’s eyes suddenly widen with anger and they fall upon Eve. Eve is instantly uncomfortable, yet also strangely aroused. And at the heart of this arousal is a sadistic pleasure. Yes: Eve is enjoying Cherry’s predicament, and she quickly finds herself pressing her nylon-sheathed thighs tightly together to push the teasing dildo plug a little further into her arse.

  ‘Cherry is clearly infatuated with you, Eve. And, over the next few weeks, you will get a chance to become the best of friends. But tonight, you are for me, and I have insisted that she be made physically aware of her overriding obligations. And Richard is more than happy to oblige.’

  Eve remembers the afternoon, the deep pleasure of their mutual bondage adventure, and momentarily wishes she could join her on the bed.

  ‘Now it’s time to come with me.’

  Eve nods, and after one more hungry glance at Cherry, follows her from the room.

  ‘She’s got a long night ahead of her,’ Aunt Debra says, leading Eve to the next door down. ‘And so have we.’

  She opens the door and they enter a room that is almost exactly the same as the one holding Cherry. Debra shuts and locks the door, and then she sits down on the bed before a nervous, desire-tormented Eve.

  ‘Over the next six months, you will achieve the final realisation of Eve. To do this, you will have to surrender to us completely, my love. I will personally oversee this final, vital changing. I have purchased a house nearby, and you will move in with me immediately. We will sell your house and the proceeds will go into a special bank account that will remain under my control, as will all your earnings from working for the Crème de la Crème as an escort and administrator. When not undergoing training or working, you will act as my personal maid. On weekends, Cherry will be allowed to visit. During these visits the restrainers will be removed to help progress your relationship.’

  Eve nods, stunned and elated.

  ‘Basically, you must give up everything you were. You must sacrifice your old self entirely to reveal what has until now been your secret self. This is the only way we can express the great, erotic truth of Eve.’

  Aunt Debra then rises from the bed and slowly lowers the zip on her skirt. It falls away to reveal two perfectly shaped, very long legs sealed tightly in the sheerest and darkest of black nylon hose. Eve moans helplessly into her gag and watches as her beloved Aunt sits back down on the bed and parts her legs. Eve looks down at the soaking, dark patch spreading across the gusset of the tights and feels a sense of unbearable beauty and intense, mind-bending arousal. Her cock burns like a white-hot metal ember inside the erotically unyielding restrainer.

  ‘Teresa was highly complimentary about your oral skills. I trust you will live up to her praise tonight. Now kneel before me.’

  Eve obeys without a second’s hesitation. Aunt Debra removes the gag. As she leans forward to do so, the powerful, arousing stink of her sex smashes into Eve’s pale face and inspires a gasp of furious sexual need.

  ‘I think you know what to do next, my pretty petal.’

  Eve nods, runs her tongue over her blood-red lips and shuffles forward into the great sado-erotic darkness, knowing that now, finally, she is becoming what she has always known is her true self, that the secret hidden for so long, which has been so gradually and excitingly revealed over the last two weeks, is now – at last – being fully and spectacularly revealed. In a few months, she will have breasts, she will have male, female and she-male lovers and, most wonderfully, she will have a life of intricately and permanently feminised servitude under the gentle and absolute tyranny of her gorgeous and beloved Aunt Debra. As she leans forward, she knows she is truly looking into heaven.

 

 

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