SILKEN EMBRACE
Christina Shelly
Contents
Cover
Title
Copyright
Dedication
By the Same Author
Prologue
Part One
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Part Two
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part Three
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Part Four
Chapter 10
Part Five
Chapter 11
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Silken Embrace
The Final Part of the
Silken Trilogy
SILKEN EMBRACE
Annette’s eyes pop open as soon as she feels the cool tip of the dildo press against her moistening and carefully widening sex. She looks down between the U of her ample boobs and understands immediately what is happening. She shakes her head angrily, clearly terrified by the size of the proposed intruder.
‘Don’t worry, my sweet, it won’t hurt a bit. Indeed, just the opposite – crystal pure pleasure of the highest order is guaranteed, thanks to the kinky genius of Ms Blakemore.’
As the dildo begins its journey into the depth of Annette’s sex, the poor she-male seems to freeze as if dead, a sudden violent stiffening that initially concerns Christina. She hesitates. But then she sees the slight nod of Annette’s head and continues, knowing now that poor Annette is experiencing a pleasure so furious, so intense, so profound, that she has lost the ability to express its true devastating power.
By the same author:
THE LAST STRAW
SILKEN SLAVERY
COMPANY OF SLAVES
SILKEN SERVITUDE
THE SECRET SELF
Prologue
Following enforced, but also secretly desired feminisation at the hands of her beautiful Aunt Jane, Shelly, along with fellow she-male Pansy, has been sent to the country headquarters of the Sissy Maids Company to be trained as a servant of the Bigger Picture, a semi-secret organisation dedicated to the feminisation of the male and the establishment of a global matriarchy known as the Femocracy. The Sissy Maids Company, which has established itself via an elaborate multilayered website as the world’s leading provider of transvestite fetish wear, spectacular videos and – secretly – highly trained she-male and female maids, is an elaborate front for the Bigger Picture’s plans for world domination.
Led by a group of brilliant beautiful and determined women, the Bigger Picture has managed to attract the attention of many other rich and powerful females, including Eleanor Groves, the wife of a former President of the United States, and Lady Emily Ashcroft, a senior Tory minister, now fully committed to the philosophy of desire at the heart of the Bigger Picture. At the silken heart of this philosophy is the willing transformation of the male into a sissy slave through a process of careful training and psychological and physical alteration. A powerful weapon in this process of profound changes is Senso, a unique material capable of imitating the sensual qualities of a wide variety of other materials, such as silk, satin, wool, cotton and nylon. Senso has a special chemical formula that encourages the production of female hormones in the male physiology and, in the right environment of domination and control, submissive behaviour.
Working with the Chief Executive of the Sissy Maids Company (SMC), Mistress Helen, the Bigger Picture is using the company’s wide-ranging connections to the global fashion industry and its commercial infrastructure to market Senso in a variety of clothing types, both conventional and fetish. At the same time, the SMC has begun to open up front branches in Europe and the United States behind which networks of dominant females loyal to the Bigger Picture can oversee the creation of a small army of she-males. This global conspiracy will become centred around Sados, a large Pacific island complex that is nearing completion. The plan is to begin to take control of governments and business structures within ten years and to have established the Femocracy within fifty.
During her training as an advanced sissy maid, Shelly has had many intensely erotic adventures and become close friends with and the periodic lover of Christina, the first sissy maid and the senior she-male in the headquarters building. She has also fallen under the hyper-erotic spell of Ms Amelia Blakemore, the SMC ‘Matron’, a trained doctor, scientist and artist who has been responsible for many of the SMC’s most outrageous fetish wear designs, and the chemical formula that led to the creation of Senso. In addition, she has become involved in a dangerous relationship with Myriam, a real girl who is the personal slave of Mistress Helen and a tool of a wicked conspiracy planned by Mistress Anne, a cruel beauty whose own she-male and equally wicked slave, Annette, is Christina’s most favoured lover.
Under the rules of the Bigger Picture, the she-male will only ever be able to take another she-male as a penetrative lover or be the sex slave of one of the male dominants who support the Bigger Picture. Thus the sissies are taught to desire anal sex and the pleasure of oral sex with both male and female partners. The punishment for sex with a female is Total Sex Change (TSC).
During her training, Pansy becomes the lover of Taylor, an enigmatic male dominant and the personal bodyguard and lover of the bisexual Eleanor Groves.
Shelly gradually becomes aware of a split within the Bigger Picture, a split between moderates and radicals. The Moderates wish to retain the male biology within the silken prison of full feminisation, thus ensuring the powerful sublimation of the male drive – assisted by Senso – into a desire for submission and be-frilled obedience to womankind. This, they believe, will be the key to establishing the Femocracy on a global scale. The Radicals disagree. For them, male desire can only be destroyed, not channelled. They preach the philosophy of Total Sex Change and the aggressive oppression of the male sex.
Led by Mistress Helen and Mistre
ss Anne, and supported by a small group of European mistresses, the Radicals secretly plan to seize power. The opportunity to do so is provided when Shelly’s sexual relationship with the lovely Myriam is discovered during an all-important fundraising ball attended by some of the world’s most influential women. Yet this discovery is itself a discovery; for Shelly has been set up by Myriam, who has subsequently fallen in love with Shelly, on the orders of Mistress Anne. Poor Shelly is sentenced to Total Sex Change. Yet Myriam is also betrayed by Mistress Anne to keep the truth of her conspiracy quiet. She has been parcelled up for shipment to foreign slave traders.
But all is not lost, for Aunt Jane, supported by Ms Blakemore and Christina’s wife-mistress, Donna, comes to Shelly’s rescue and substitutes the treacherous Annette for Shelly and a captured and tightly tethered Mistress Anne for Myriam. It is poor Annette who is subsequently subjected to TSC and Mistress Anne, crated, bound and gagged, who is shipped into slavery.
Aunt Jane, now a champion of the Moderate cause, arranges for Shelly and Myriam to be taken to a remote safe house. She also pledges herself to work with Ms Blakemore and Donna to overthrow the Radicals, whose nominal leader, Mistress Helen, is proclaimed leader of the Bigger Picture on the evening of the fundraising ball.
Part One
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The first journey is bumpy and swift. Besides the main road, there is a small track running through the woods surrounding the Ashcroft mansion, and I assume this is the rough terrain we are now moving across. My tightly rubberised form bounces against Myriam and we squeal with angry desire.
After a few minutes, we come to an abrupt halt. Master Bentley climbs out of the driver’s seat and opens the rear door. He removes the silken sheet covering our erotically tethered bodies and we moan with deep masochistic pleasure into the tight rubber ball gags so expertly filling our pretty slave-girl mouths.
He removes the gorgeous buxom Myriam and for a few tormenting moments I am alone in the darkness of the wood. The cool night air washes over my rubber-encased body and I feel my stiff sex struggle painfully in the cruel pin-lined restrainer Mistress Anne insisted I wear. The tall redhead’s desperate terrified struggles as she was forced into her own rubber body bag still fill my sex-addled mind. I recall the pure terror in her gorgeous emerald eyes and her cries of horror and I am once again enveloped in a surprisingly powerful mist of sadistic desire. As I strain with need, I feel the long hard vibrator slip deeper into my arse and a further sado-erotic vision of Annette’s useless pleading and exquisite suffering replaces the teasing images of Mistress Anne. I imagine poor Annette now, bound, gagged, sealed in unforgiving and deeply sensual black rubber, hooded and tied to the chair, her mind filled with sensual terror. In the morning they will come for her, thinking she is me, and by the evening, she will have undergone TSC: Total Sex Change. And by the time the Radicals discover we have escaped and Mistress Anne has been shipped off to a life of grim white slavery, the true battle for the Bigger Picture will have begun.
I hear the sound of Master Bentley’s heavy boots crushing freshly fallen leaves, and within seconds his large masculine hands are taking hold of my delicate sissy form. I squeal with a mixture of pleasure and fear and he orders me to be silent. I obey immediately, furiously aroused by the power of his deep harsh voice.
As he carries me across the darkness, I feel a warm hand rest on my bottom and stroke it gently. I cannot resist a slight kittenish moan of pleasure and his response is a soft laugh. Then I am being lowered into a small, somewhat confined space. Almost immediately, I am aware of Myriam. It is now pitch black, but the smell and feel of her is immediately and intensely arousing. Our rubberised bodies are squashed tightly together. Then there is a loud thud: the sound of a car door being slammed shut. We have been placed together in the boot of a car!
A motor starts and a slight even vibration runs through the boot. Then the car is moving and we are forced even closer together. I feel my hard tormented sex press into Myriam. She moans desperately, responding to my helpless advances. Despite everything that has occurred between us, I still want her. Since the incredible sexual encounter that led to our current predicament, I have been possessed by a deep angry desire for this gorgeous French beauty, a desire that is – within the rules of the Bigger Picture – a crime.
The erotic journey lasts for a period of time beyond accurate calculation. It is safe to say it lasts many hours, but its true length is undermined by our total bondage and the dreadful and deeply frustrating pleasure it inspires. Both Myriam and I have been falling in and out of sleep, lulled into unconsciousness by the smooth vibrations of the car’s perfect suspension. But, eventually, the car pulls to a halt and then, after a pause of a few minutes, continues down some form of short bumpy track. Then finally it stops and there is stillness – black stillness punctuated by the sound of our desperate breathing. Then there is a hard metal click above us and a sudden explosion of blinding white light. We squeal with instant and terrible discomfort.
‘Keep your eyes tightly closed until we get inside. It’s a very sunny morning.’
We obey out of inescapable physical necessity rather than the desire to submit to this much-beloved sound: the voice of Aunt Debra. Then strong hands are upon our rubber-sealed bodies and we are being carried from the car and across a gravel driveway. The sound of feet scrunching through stone becomes the sound of feet walking down a wooden-floored corridor of some kind. A door is opened and we are carried into a large room. It is at this point that I open my eyes and gasp with shock into my tight gag. For I am being carried by Master Bentley and am in what appears to be a huge nursery! A room of hot-pink walls and a very thick white carpet. A room with only one small window positioned high in the middle of a long wall. A window of frosted glass with bars! Indeed, the warm pink light that fills the room is being provided by a large pink globe-shaped lampshade hanging from the middle of the very high ceiling.
I am placed face down on the soft carpet and then the handsome cool-eyed Master Bentley, after playfully slapping my helplessly pert and feminine bottom, outlined so exactly and so erotically by the tight gleaming rubber, leaves the room. Then I am, to my surprise, alone. I look around me and moan with a sense of despair and arousal into the gag. This is not at all what I had expected. The room is very large. Indeed, judging from its size and design, I suspect it may at some point have been a storage facility. But now its function is clear: a sissy nursery. I know this because, for my first two weeks in the SMC training academy, I was kept in a very similar room.
The door to the nursery opens. I expect to see Master Bentley carrying Myriam, but instead my tormented sissy eyes fall upon the glorious form of my wonderful Aunt Jane. I look up at her with eyes tormented by desire, fear and awe. Since I last saw her, who knows how many hours ago, she has changed into a new and typically stunning outfit: a tight polo-necked black nylon sweater that accentuates her large firm perfectly shaped breasts to a point of almost unbearable perfection; a long tight pearlgrey cotton and wool skirt that runs down to just above her ankles and, in doing so, exactly defines the erotic perfection of her always sensually buxom figure. Beneath the pleated hem of the skirt, her ankles are sheathed in expensive sheer black nylon, and her feet rest in a pair of very high-heeled black leather mules with elegant and exotic diamond buckles. Around the polo neck of the soft, always forgiving nylon sweater is a band of white pearls. Her full lips are painted into a perfect cherry-red bow. A sparkling black beauty spot rests just beyond her upper lip. Her dark-brown eyes glisten with a terrible desire-inspired passion, and her thick black hair is bound into a very tight bun with a diamond clasp. Yes, she is a vision of feminine perfection, a living goddess whom I have worshipped helplessly since first setting my helplessly girlish eyes upon her divine form.
I moan into the fat ball gag and then my eyes widen in surprise, for behind her is a familiar and equally striking figure, a figure who was present at the very beginning of my delightful feminisation and through whom I ha
ve learned some of my Aunt’s deepest and most exciting secrets. Smiling her always ironic and beautiful smile is Mary Gillette. Dressed in a pale-blue silk suit and white stiletto-heeled pumps, her long blonde hair worn loose and flowing like a waterfall of pale gold over her broad shoulders, she is a striking and deliberate colour contrast to the carefully understated but no less erotic tones of my Aunt.
‘She looks even more gorgeous in rubber bondage,’ Ms Gillette whispers, her husky voice filled with suggestion and blunt sex.
My gaze falls upon her wondrous form and I know immediately that she and my Aunt have rekindled the romance that I have seen demonstrated on more than one occasion during the last six or so months. Through her actions and words, I have discovered that she and Aunt Jane have been lesbian lovers for many years, a fact that has only added to my deep admiration and desire for my Aunt.
Aunt Jane then helps me to a sitting position, her perfume a terrible aphrodisiac, her gaze filled with love and a steely determination.
Then I find myself facing these two great beauties, my cock struggling angrily in its wicked restrainer, the nipples of my large ultra-sensitive breasts – the sweetest gift bestowed during my time at the SMC training academy – threatening to cut through the thin second skin of black Senso rubber.
‘You will stay here for the time being,’ Aunt Jane says. ‘When they discover what has happened to Anne and Annette, the Radicals will use all their resources to track us down. I can look after myself, but you are highly vulnerable to abduction. If you are caught, they will subject you to TSC and much worse. Luckily, Mary has had no contact with them and is not associated with any of the Radical networks. She is off their radar and her home is secluded enough to ensure no accidental exposure. She also has her own very useful connections.’
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