Poor Rupert’s eyes widen with horror as his mother, this beautiful buxom dominatrix, details a possible future. Yet there is not even a squeak of resistance: it is clear he is firmly under his mother’s no doubt harsh and unforgiving control.
‘But he seems to be rather taken by his sissy attire,’ Ms Gillette responds, her amused and cruel eyes aimed firmly at Rupert’s blatantly erect sex.
Ms Ambrose’s smile widens. ‘He really doesn’t have much say whether he’s stiff or not. I use a special herbal medicine that acts as a very powerful hormonal stimulant. It seems the more aroused he is, the easier he is to control. Two large tablespoons everyday normally does the trick.’
Mary Gillette emits a harsh mocking laugh. ‘The Bigger Picture has come to the same conclusion. It will be interesting to see the impact of his new Senso silk suit.’
‘Yes. Jane assures me it will be delivered by the end of the week.’
As I listen to this dark sadistic conversation, my eyes drink up the delicate squirming form of lovely Rupert. Only once do his eyes meet mine, and when they do there is a look of both desperation and fierce desire.
‘Anyway,’ Ms Gillette continues, ‘I think it’s time to get our pretty little baby into her new clothes. We’ll begin by removing the ones she’s got on. Myriam?’
The gorgeous French maid nods, bob curtsies and then totters forward on her ultra-high heels, her hips wiggling within rustling petticoats, her ample bosom straining against the silken dress and the tightly secured pinafore and creating a teasing erotic curvature in its smooth gleaming surface. Now our eyes meet and I see the helpless powerful love that had dragged us so ruinously together. I want to repel this look with one of contempt – punishment for her betrayal – but all I can do is confess my own sex-powered affection.
She gently unties my arms and kneels down to free my feet, her petticoats brushing against my Senso rubber-imprisoned form, her powerful perfume filling my nostrils with the scent of an irresistible and powerful female sexuality.
Freed of my tight exact and exciting restriction, I quiver with a perversely masochistic passion. Myriam slips her blood-red-nailed hands beneath the collar of the ultra-tight second skin Senso rubber body suit and begins slowly but surely to peel it from my electrified body. As she pulls it down over my large heaving breasts, my eyes move back to the strangely beautiful Rupert. His mouth is open, his lips a circle of reluctant but also utterly inescapable desire. His large hard angry cock presses even tighter against its tight kinky silk prison. Our eyes meet, and this time he holds my frank sex-maddened gaze. Then I see the need I have seen in the eyes of my she-male partners and I know that we will become lovers, a thought that now probably horrifies him, but which will eventually, whether he likes it or not, drive him desperately into my tight loving silken embrace.
Then my breasts are exposed, the rubber pulled free, the cool scented air of the nursery brushing against them like the gentle kiss of ice lips. I gasp with relief and Rupert gasps with arousal. My long hard dark-pink nipples flick up like freshly sharpened blades of sissy sex hunger and a sense of deep pride fills my helplessly feminine soul. Ms Ambrose’s large green eyes widen with surprise and a dark sexual stirring. Her peach lips extend into a smile of sensual pleasure.
‘My, my,’ she whispers, as Myriam proceeds to pull the body suit down over my slender waist and my generous bosom is displayed in all its full and impressive glory.
But this is just the beginning of the visual spectacle; for very quickly the suit is pulled down around my waist and then over my sex, and the cruelly restrained and still very rampant member pops up angrily, nearly striking Myriam’s flushed cheeks as she proceeds to guide the erotic teasing suit down my long ultra-feminine legs.
‘Good grief!’ Ms Ambrose gasps.
‘Yes,’ Ms Gillette responds, her own pale-blue eyes wide with arousal. ‘Good grief, indeed.’
Myriam pulls the suit down around my ankles and then off my small feet. Then, except for the black Senso rubber restrainer, I am naked. I stand proud and furiously excited before the three gorgeous women and the dainty, very pretty and utterly stunned sissy boy. In this moment I feel the true power of the marvellous body given to me by my beloved Ms Blakemore. I moan with a primary narcissistic pleasure into the fat ball gag and bathe in the warm sado-erotic glow of my enforced and much-desired femininity.
Myriam climbs to her high-heeled feet and steps back clutching the fiendishly elaborate item of fetish wear.
‘Let’s start with the rubber panties,’ Ms Gillette orders.
Myriam curtsies and wiggle minces over to the sinister row of shelves. My eyes follow the precise seams of her stockings and the sensual swaying of her petticoated behind. How much I still want her; how easy it would be to sacrifice everything for a further few minutes of intimacy with this doe-eyed goddess.
‘I can see you’re still helplessly infatuated with Myriam,’ Ms Gillette says, shaking me from my helpless contemplation. ‘We clearly have a lot of work to do.’ Myriam turns her head slightly at Ms Gillette’s words, her eyes retaining a helpless arousal and need. Ms Gillette notices her distraction and smiles with an even greater cruelty.
‘Every time I witness your desire for her, I see a crime, Shelly. But I won’t punish you. I’ll punish her. This time it will be twelve cuts of the crop administered in the privacy of my bedroom tonight. Next time it will be the crop, plus a suitably painful and humiliating elaboration. And each time after, the punishment will become more unpleasant.’
Myriam quickly returns to her task, but I notice an immediate slowing of her step and then hear a very gentle kittenish sob. I look into Ms Gillette’s eyes with something approaching anger, trying unsuccessfully to control myself, but what I see quickly stills my resistance: a deep sadistic excitement. To save Myriam from even more suffering, I must fight this helpless desire for her new and very gorgeous French pet.
I stare down at the floor and see my sex rising up like a black sex torpedo. The one thing I will never be able to fight is my desire, my cosmic need for this intricate sissification and the women who have so very effectively imposed it. To deny the rampant sexual reality of the gorgeous Myriam will be a virtually impossible task and I know that Ms Gillette is quite aware of this fact and will use it to fuel her perverse sex games with the French beauty.
Myriam returns from the shelves carrying a pair of the strange rubber panties. The first thing I notice about them is that they have lace-frilled holes set into the front and back, as well as very heavily be-frilled lace trimming around the waist and the legs. They are also very long, in the sense that they appear designed to run high up the waist.
‘The panties are made from Senso rubber and ensure control and also proper linkage to the continence control and enema equipment,’ Ms Gillette explains to Ms Ambrose.
Myriam kneels before me again and I step gingerly into the panties.
‘You can pull these up yourself, Shelly,’ Ms Gillette instructs.
I lean forward and pull the tight thick material up over my knees, thighs and sex. The length of the panties is surprising, and I find myself struggling to pull them over my hips and then up over my stomach.
‘Help the silly girl,’ Ms Gillette snaps.
Myriam steps forward and gently pushes my hands away from the lace-trimmed rim of the panties. She then pulls them up in one rough powerful tug. Amazingly, the panties stretch up to just below my breasts. Myriam then inspires an instant, but very well-gagged squeal of utter surprise by leaning forward and slipping her hand into the lace-trimmed hole at the front of my panties and rather expertly extracting my hard much-tormented sex. Eventually, it pops out like an obscene black jack-in-the-box and dark smiles of sadistic pleasure cross the beautiful faces of the two buxom mistresses. I am also aware that the rear hole is positioned directly over the dark space at the base of my buttocks!
The panties are very tight and form a corset-like and very erotic grip around my torso and, as I run my hand
s over my rubber-sheathed stomach, Myriam totters to the huge wardrobe to retrieve the next tool of my wicked and sensual babification.
‘She’s clearly enjoying every second of it,’ Ms Ambrose whispers to Ms Gillette.
The beautiful blonde smiles slightly and nods. ‘For now. She can’t help herself. None of them can. The SMC feminisation process ensures that male desire becomes the most potent weapon of transformation. But after a few weeks of our special attention, I’m not too sure she’ll be so happy.’
Ms Ambrose smiles cruelly and whispers, ‘Quite’.
Once the panties have been fitted, Myriam, under Ms Gillette’s robust direction, proceeds apace with this extraordinary dressing. After the panties there is a pair of beautiful white nylon stockings. They are very opaque – at least 50 denier – and covered in a very fine pattern of tiny sparkling silver stars. As I carefully slip my long legs into the delightfully soft Senso nylon material, I am filled with a powerful and totally expected sexual thrill. For me, tights and stockings remain the essence of femininity and to slip the teasing nylon over my ultra-sensitive silken skin is always an utter delight.
The stockings have thick semi-elasticated tops that make them self-supporting – there is no need for a suspender belt or garters – and I pull them carefully into place around the tops of my thighs with a sigh of helpless sissy pleasure.
After the stockings comes another astonishing piece of elegant and sensual piece of sissy wear: a Senso pink rubber bra, with delicate lace trim around the large deep cups. It matches the extended panties and as Myriam, her eyes overflowing with adoring arousal, slips a cup over each of my very large ultra-sensitive breasts, I cannot resist a squeal of utter delight. My eyes widen and my back arches; my poor terribly tormented cock strains painfully. Tears of devastating frustration fill my eyes. ‘The poor dear must be mad with lust. How terrible.’
Ms Ambrose’s words are delivered with a teasing sarcasm, but they contain a simple truth: I am being driven insane by this boiling savage sexual need and, with my sissified form being enveloped in the most arousing of fabrics and the beautiful perfect form of Myriam within inches of my body (her hands actually on my aching boobs!), it is hardly surprising!
The bra is secured and my breasts are tightly sealed in a tender prison of Senso rubber. Suddenly I feel supported and more balanced. Then I am presented with the dress. Taken from the wardrobe with a teasing intent by Myriam, it is held before me like a trophy for the prettiest sissy in the world. My eyes betray the pleasure its design gives me, and the thought that I am about to be enveloped within it leaves me quite overwhelmed.
I can only coo with sissy delight as the dress is brought closer. It is made from a fine hot-pink satin and is essentially cone shaped, starting at a narrow, very high neck and widened downwards to a very broad skirt. It is covered in concentric hoops of thick pink lace that run like a fetish slide down to the base of the very short skirt area. Within the gaps left by the hoops there is a design of very finely embroidered pink and white silk flowers. The cone is supported by a vast mass of layered net petticoating, alternating between the colours light pink and snow white. The dress has long puffed sleeves that lead down to pearl-buttoned sleeves. It is a masterpiece of babification that leaves me giddy with sissy anticipation.
There are no zippers or buttons on the dress. Instead, I am ordered to raise my arms out in front of me and lean forward with my head down so that the dress can be fitted arms and then neck first. Myriam pulls the fat tight sleeves over my slender wrists and then carefully slips the high be-frilled neck over my head. I am then ordered to stand upright so that the dress can be pulled down over my body. A sense of absolute envelopment washes over me. I am being divinely smothered in this splendid tool of ultra-sissification. I moan into the gag with a helpless delight as the dress is guided over my desperately heaving chest.
The vast array of petticoating pushes the wider hoops out at almost a 90-degree angle. The dress is so short that my rubber-imprisoned sex is fully exposed, as are the thick stocking tops and the panties.
The dress is like a vast fetish confectionary, a cake that I have been buried within. My head rises from it like a blonde-tipped bon-bon. I am suddenly lost in sissy heaven! Yet this spectacular babification is far from complete; for as soon as the dress is positioned, Myriam retrieves more ingredients for the rich recipe of exquisite humiliation.
First there are mittens: made from the same exotic pink satin and silk as the dress, fingerless and lined with a soft but thick rubber. These are stretched over my girlish hands and secured to the sleeves of the dress via an elaborate set of eye slots that slip over the row of pearl buttons attached to each sleeve. Thus, as in the SMC nursery, my hands are effectively and very deliciously immobilised. I squirm with delight as this latest element of kinky baby bondage is applied, particularly given that the applier is the gorgeously ample Myriam.
She tries to hide a smile as she notices the impact this dressing is having and quickly kneels to fit a pair of truly dainty pink satin booties to my delicately stockinged feet. A meow of sissy pleasure fights its way past the fat ball gag as she takes my left foot in her right hand and then carefully slips it inside the adult-sized booty. It is then tied tightly in place with thick pink silk ribbon lacing in a suitably fat and sissified bow. My right foot is then also erotically incarcerated.
Then there is the bonnet. Taken from a stand resting on a chest of drawers built into the wardrobe, the bonnet is even more elaborate and spectacular than the ones we were so excited to be forced into at the SMC nursery. Like the incredible dress, it is made of a mixture of hot-pink silk and satin and its soft hood is actually an intricate set of arched and heavily be-frilled layers of silk and satin. Attached to each long silk side panel is a length of broad and quite thick pink silk ribbon. Myriam gently removes the fat ball gag and I gasp with a deep sensual relief that sends shudders of dark pleasure across my feminised form. She then slips the bonnet over my head and our eyes are again locked in a look of helpless desire. I know she will suffer for this, but there is absolutely nothing I can do to control my feelings for this gorgeous creature.
The bonnet is the final moment of true envelopment. I am buried alive in sissy finery and a sense of divine soul-crushing submission crashes over my babified form like a tidal wave. My identity is washed away. I am nothing but an aching desire for total and eternal submission, a hardly conscious thing whose only purpose is to serve these beautiful cruel women in any way they might see fit.
The bonnet is secured to my head with the ribbons. They are tied together in a huge fat bow positioned directly beneath my dimpled chin and a smile of dark amusement crosses Myriam’s face as she stands back to admire her kinky handiwork.
Yet even this is not the end of my astonishing and splendid humiliation for, once satisfied that the bonnet has been properly positioned, Myriam minces over to the shelves and retrieves a fat pink rubber-teated dummy gag. She holds it in her hands like a holy relic, moving towards me with an even more teasing smile, her body a machine of elegant erotic movement, her eyes filled with sex need and sadistic amusement.
‘Open your mouth, Shelly,’ Ms Gillette orders.
I obey and the long pink teat, which is fixed to a large heart-shaped plastic base, is slipped between my lips. My eyes widen with shock and pleasure as it is gently pressed home. The sides of the plate are covered in a form of adhesive tape which ensure that the gag is fixed firmly to my face. The long teat tickles my throat and presses down with surprising firmness on my tongue. To speak, to even squeak, is now utterly impossible.
Myriam returns to her place at Ms Gillette’s side and I notice a look of mutual desire pass between them. I know that Ms Gillette has ‘taken her pleasure’ with Myriam in the hours that I was left so tightly bound and gagged in the nursery, and I know that Myriam has enjoyed giving the pleasure. I also know that she will – despite the pain and torment that it will inevitably bring – continue to enjoy serving this cruel a
nd beautiful woman in any way she sees fit.
Ms Gillette and Ms Ambrose stare at me with fascinated and very clearly aroused eyes.
‘How very marvellous,’ Ms Ambrose whispers. ‘The transformation is quite wonderful. A truly beautiful creation. What fun we are going to have.’
It is only then that I look again at Rupert. His own excitement is veiled beneath a look of increased unease, yet his inescapable hard-on and the light of a furious desire that burns in the heart of his large green eyes cannot hide his attraction to me and my sweet sissy dilemma.
‘Would you like to join Baby Shelly, Rupert?’
The question is dropped like an atomic bomb of teasing cruelty and poor Rupert’s face visibly sags with a mixture of horror and furious embarrassment. Then he whispers, through clenched and snow-white teeth, ‘No, mummy.’
The two mistresses laugh brutally.
‘I really don’t think it’s your decision to take, my love,’ Ms Ambrose responds. ‘Personally, I think it will do you good to be babified with Shelly for a day a week. Don’t you, Mary?’
Ms Gillette smiles and nods. ‘Oh yes. A splendid idea. It will give them a much better opportunity to get to know one another.’
Two long tears of despair begin to trickle from Rupert’s eyes and across his alabaster cheeks.
‘Good. We can talk about ordering suitable attire outside.’
I look at the sobbing, pathetic, yet strangely beautiful figure of Rupert and feel my cock fight the cruel pin-lined restrainer. How much I want to be incarcerated in this state of sweet babification with him!
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