Silken Tales

  A stunning, plump blonde, her thick, gleaming hair bound in a tight bun by a diamond studded clasp, Mrs Parsons was, without doubt, a very impressive figure. As her heels struck the ground and echoed across the tarmac, her determination was obvious. The poor captive tottered along behind her, dragged forwarded by the leash, squealing into the tightly sealed gag and hood.

  Eventually, Mrs Parsons arrived at a pink coloured metal door built into the side of a large, Victorian building, the trade entrance to the Silken Illusion. She pressed a black plastic buzzer. Almost immediately there was a loud click and the door opened inward. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led her helpless captive inside.

  Within seconds they were in a long corridor bathed in soft pink light, its floor covered in a thick white carpet, its walls decorated with an elaborate pink silk and velvet wallpaper. There was a very strong smell of roses and a strange, beautiful music was playing at low volume.

  They came to a white door and, just as Mrs Parsons brought her helpless charge to a halt, the door opened and the owner of the Silken Illusion, Alicia Kane, stepped out into the corridor.

  'Glynis!' Miss Kane exclaimed. 'How wonderful to see you again.'

  The women embraced tightly and then Ms Kane stood back to admire the unfortunate captive.

  'And this, I assume, is Frilly.'

  The captive moaned with a terrible humiliation, his eyes wide through the thick nylon, beholding this startling woman with a terrible fear and an even more terrible desire.

  Ms Kane was a tall, very beautiful red head. Over six feet in striking five inch, stiletto heeled pumps of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a black ankle length skirt and a beautiful, semi-transparent white silk blouse with grey pearl buttons. Her striking red hair was bound in a precise, carefully platted ponytail and her large, emerald eyes were filled with a wicked amusement tinged with sexual excitement. Indeed, as she beheld "Frilly", her large breasts rose and fell with a particularly sexual rhythm and her tongue glided with sensual grace across her full, cherry red lips.

  'He looks absolutely lovely! You've obviously spent a lot of time getting him ready. I particularly like the hood. And he's got gorgeous legs. What fun we're going to have!'

  Mrs Parsons smiled. 'He really didn't know much about it. I used your sleeping drug in a glass of wine last night. He was out for 12 hours. Plenty of time to get him ready. The real fun was when he woke up bound and gagged in this outfit. He's been rather concerned ever since.'

  Ms Kane laughed loudly. 'I bet. And he'll be even more concerned when he finds out what we've got planned for him.'

  The beautiful red head stared straight into Frilly's eyes as she said this, her gaze full of sadistic desire. Poor Frilly whimpered with a heart stopping terror.

  'Well, we're already for him.'

  Ms Kane disappeared back into the room. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led a terrified Frilly to face his strange and terrible fate.

  The room they entered was in fact a reception area for what seemed to be a much larger space beyond another doorway. There were red leather seats set against a far wall and opposite them a reception desk. The door through to the next room was covered by a thick, red velvet curtain. Mrs Parsons, following Ms Kane, parted the curtain and led Frilly into the next room.

  Frilly squealed with fear and anger as he was pulled into a large, oval room. The first thing he became aware of was the sound of women talking and laughing. Then, through the pink nylon haze that had been his companion since waking up in this outrageous attire five hours before, he began to make out the owners of the voices.

  Beside Mrs Kane, there were four other women, all mature, all very attractive. The youngest appeared to be in her late 30s, the oldest in her early to mid-fifties. They were standing by what appeared to be a large, circular stage that was positioned in the direct centre of the room. And on the stage were four other figures, each a clue to Frilly's bizarre future.

  'Ladies, your attention, please,' Ms Kane said loudly, drawing the women away from their animated conversation and towards the striking owner of the Silken Illusion boutique. 'Our last guest has arrived.'

  Ms Kane then proceeded to introduce Glynis Parsons to the warmly smiling women. Mrs Parsons returned the smiles, stepped forward and gently shook hands, her eyes moving with a helpless distraction towards the stage.

  'And this,' Ms Kane continued, 'is Frilly. Formerly Freddie, her stepson.'

  The eyes of the other women turned towards poor Frilly, eyes filled with a dark, malicious amusement, eyes that devoured Frilly's delicately feminised form with a sadistic hunger.

  Yet Frilly, despite the awful embarrassment of this introduction, was as distracted as his step- mother. He found himself staring up at the stage in utter horror and also beginning to understand a little better what Ms Kane and his lovely guardian had planned for him. For on the stage were four young men attired in even more outrageous costumes than that containing Frilly; four simpering, wide-eyed and clearly terrified sissy boys standing nervously to an uncomfortable attention; four very pretty, ultra-feminised pansies dressed in astonishing costumes chosen from the vast wardrobe of Ms Kane's infamous Silken Illusion catalogue.

  'I see Frilly is rather taken by the other sissy boys,' one of the other women teased.

  Mrs Parsons smiled and nodded. 'Yes, I'm sure he is. And who can blame him.'

  'In that case, let's start off with some introductions,' Miss Kane said. 'We'll begin with Tinkles.'

  At the mention of his name, the sissy boy at the far end of the row of four stepped forward. This pretty apparition was dressed in a powder blue dress covered in a series of heavily be-frilled hoops that ran from the very high, button-up neck down to the very short but wide and petticoat laden skirt. Indeed, due to the many layers of white net petticoating shot through with hundreds of gleaming silver stars, the skirt virtually exploded upwards at a ninety degree angle to reveal a pair of lovely white silk bloomers running down to just above the sissy's shapely knees. His long, feminine legs emerged from the bloomers be-frilled edges sheathed in a sheer blue nylon that matched exactly the colour of the elaborate, gorgeous dress and tapered down to a pair of white, calf skin ankles boots with striking five inch stiletto heels. And on top of this gloriously kinky confection, there were a number of further sissy refinements: a pair of finger-less, powder blue mittens made from the same expensive, flawless silk as the dress; a lovely powder blue satin bonnet, whose thick side panels were secured by matching silk ribbons bound in a very tight and fat bow at the poor sissy's dimpled chin; and, tied in place over the unfortunate young man's mouth with more powder blue ribbon, the heart shaped front piece of a large dummy gag.

  Tinkles' face was painted a shining snow white, with an exact circle of blue rouge on each pale cheek. Matching eye shadow highlighted two fear-stained and desire-filled pale blue eyes, and from beneath the frilled edges of the bonnet carefully manufactured blonde ringlets were clearly visible.

  Tinkles tottered forward with tiny, ultra-feminine steps and performed a deep curtsey. As he did so, poor Frilly noticed his erect sex outlined along the silken length of the bloomers and felt a sense of utter dismay. This was because ever since he had woken from his drugged sleep to discover himself in tight, inescapable sissy bondage, he had been painfully stiff, his sex a piece of angry steel pressing desperately against the tight embrace of the silk body bag. Worse still, the world he was viewing through the unyielding nylon hood was alive with sexual meaning and feeling: he had never felt so deeply and totally aroused in his whole life! And yet, at the same time, he had never been so utterly and terribly humiliated and angry! And it was this bizarre collision of desire and anger he saw in Tinkles' tormented eyes and fierce, unforgiving erection.

  'Next up is Fifi,' Ms Kane announced, once Tinkles had risen from his deep curtsey and stood with his legs tightly together, and his arms at his side, his hands held at a dainty ninety degree ankle to create a posture of complete feminine submission
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  Fifi was a vision of stunning hot pink. He minced forward on feet imprisoned in 6 inch stiletto heeled pumps of pink patent leather, each toe adorned with a silver butterfly that glistened in the pale afternoon sunlight streaming through the large, frosted glass windows of this bizarre hall of humiliation. His long, very shapely legs were sealed in semi-opaque pink nylon tights covered in tiny silver stars. He wore a very short, pink satin dress with inches of light pink shaded frou-frou petticoating rustling sweetly beneath the skirt. This petticoating was also dotted with hundreds of tiny silver stars. The dress was a spectacular confection of sissidom, with a very high, heavily be-frilled, button up neck, shimmering, puffed arms ending in wide sleeves ringed with even more pink lace frills, and a wide, pink leather belt with a large circular white metal buckle. His hands were sealed in finger-less, pink rubber gloves and attached via leather shackles fixed to his wrists and by slender lengths of silver chain to the belt. His ankles were also similarly shacked and a length of chain attached to each shackle ensured the tinniest and sissiest of steps.

  Over the dress had been placed a lovely white pinafore – also heavily be-frilled – and tied in place at the base of his spine with a huge, ultra-dainty bow.

  Like Tinkles, his face had been painted a gleaming, enamel white, giving him the appearance of a gorgeous living sissy doll, and his cheeks had been decorated with very exact circles of pink rouge. His striking pale blue eyes were filled with the same mixture of fear, desire and anger that seemed to mark all the captives of the Silken Illusion. A large, very ornate pink satin bonnet had been secured over his apparently shaven head, and, also like Tinkles, tied in another fat bow via silk ribbons at his dimpled chin. A thick length of pink tape had been spread every exactly over his lips, securing in place what seemed – if his bulging cheeks were anything to go by – a particularly fat gag.

  Fifi performed a deep, fear-inspired curtsey to reveal pretty white silk panties, outlined tightly against which was another very angry erection. A tear of utter humiliation trickled sadly from his left eye and ran across the enamel surface of his face, and poor Frilly moaned with a terrible fear in his own fat gag.

  After the lovely and helpless Fifi came Candy. Frilly beheld this new sissy spectacle with shock and deep, disturbing arousal .He fought the desire the sissy inspired, but his sex now had a life of its own, and he was as much the prisoner of this imposed desire as he was of his gorgeous, scheming step-mother.

  Candy was dressed in a white, satin panelled basque, with matching nylon tights and knee length white kid leather boots with cruel 6 inch stiletto heels. His long tanned arms were sealed in shoulder length white glace clothes (also finger-less). Unlike Fifi, he had a very full head of hair: beautiful, thick honey blonde locks sculpted into a starling sea of elegant waves and held in place by a wide white silk ribbon tied in a delightful sissy bow at the top of his head. His full, perfectly formed lips were painted a glistening strawberry, and his face was covered in the second skin, snow white foundation. There was no rouge, but there was pale blue eye shadow. Around his slender, pale neck was a white silk choker with a sparkling circular ruby at its centre. Yet this glorious attire was not the main focal point of his sissification. This was because at the lower front of the basque, Candy's very considerable and violently hard sex rose up from a small, heavily be-frilled hole. As he tottered forward, the impressive organ, which was tightly wrapped in white rubber sheath and secured with silver cock rings at the base of the shaft and also around the scrotum, dangled before him like a totem to sissy desire. Just below its bulging, angry head, a leather shackle and been fitted, and attached to this was a tiny silver chain. The chain led to a small metal clip fitted to the front of the basque. This allowed his sex to be held upright at a ninety angle and to prevent it wobbling uncontrollably as he minced along on his fiendishly high heels.

  Candy was, by far, the prettiest of all the sissies, and, unlike the others, he appeared far less concerned about his humiliating attire. Indeed, in his large blue eyes there appeared to be a look of very real and fierce sexual excitement that transcended the forced look in the eyes of the other sissies. And as his hyper-eroticised gaze fell upon poor Frilly, there was a clear and deeply disturbing sexual attraction. This look of obvious desire was made more apparent by the fat pink rubber ball gag that was filling his pretty mouth, and which was tied very tightly in place with two lengths of pink leather strapping buckled at the base of his very slender, girlish neck.

  And after Candy came Poppy. In many ways, Poppy was the most radically dressed of all the sissies. Her colour was lavender and her material was rubber. She wore as pair of knee length rubber pantaloons of shimmering latex. Her legs beneath the pantaloons were sheathed in white nylon stockings, and her feet were sealed tightly in a pair of 3 inch heeled courts shoes made from lavender dyed leather. Above the pantaloons, which were very tight around the crotch and buttocks and which quite deliberately revealed a large, hard sex and a very pert and helpless sexy bottom, was a strange rubber blouse with a high, lace be-frilled neck and large white buttons that ran its whole tight, shimmering length. The sleeves, also be-frilled, were secured by smaller buttons to a pair of finger-less, matching rubber mittens. His mittened hands were tied tightly behind his back with white silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows, a particularly efficient and painful form of bondage that poor Frilly was also enduring beneath the satin body sack.

  Poppy's head was completely shaven and painted the striking snow white that adorned all the other pretty sissy captives. A large white silk scarf covered virtually the whole of his face beneath his eyes and was tied in a very fat and tight bow at the base of his neck. The scarf hid what his bulging cheeks and wide, helplessly aroused eyes indicated was a very fat gag. Indeed, of all the sissies, Poppy appeared the most angry at his fate and as he stepped forward he emitted a squeal of outrage.

  It was then that one of the women also stepped forward. A tremendously handsome, very plump brunette dressed in a high-necked white silk blouse and a long black velvet skirt, her ankles sheathed in black silk hose, her feet resting in 5 inch stiletto heeled mules of gleaming black patent leather. She had the air of a beautiful, stern school mistress and when she shouted "Poppy, be quiet!' the room echoed with a terrifying authority that poor Frilly found both frightening and strangely arousing.

  Poppy's eyes widened with fear and he fell silent, staring angrily at his heeled feet. He looked both bizarre and, almost despite his appearance, lovely. A strange doll sheathed in tight, lavender-coloured rubber.

  Frilly noticed that the object of Poppy's fear was not so much his gorgeously ample mistress, as the strange metal box she had pulled from a pocket in her shimmering velvet skirt, a box with a small plastic dial at its centre. A sense of true dread washed over Frilly as he pondered the nature of this mysterious device.

  Poppy was the last of the sissies on the stage. Yet there was one other feminised male in the room who Frilly became aware of only when the fierce-some Ms Kane sought to discover whether Mrs Parsons required a drink. When his step mother said yes, Ms Kane snapped "Daisy!"

  Then, from the gathering of women, a maid emerged, a creature much different from the other sissies. Indeed, to describe this being as a "sissy" would have been quite wrong. For Daisy appeared to be a rather beautiful young woman, with a highly erotic figure and an utterly feminine demeanour.

  Noticing Frilly's eyes widen through his stocking hood, Miss Kane smiled cruelly.

  'Daisy was once a sissy like you, Frilly. And like you, and the rest of the sissies here today, she initially fought her transformation. But using proven methods of humiliation and discipline, not to mention a particularly varied and outrageous sissy wardrobe, she was made to see the error of her ways. Indeed, in the end, she knelt before me and begged to be properly feminised. And in the end, each of you will beg your mistresses for the same fate.'

  Daisy, whose strawberry blonde hair was bound in a tight bun with a butterfly-shaped diamond studd
ed clasp, was dressed in a stunning yellow maid's dress of beautiful Italian silk. With long, be-frilled, puffed sleeves, a very short skirt resting on a delightful nest of frou-frou petticoating, and a very high, heavily be-frilled neck, the dress was a masterpiece of ultra-femininity and submission. Tied over the dress was a cream-coloured pinafore. Both the dress and the pinafore appeared very tight. Frilly knew this was quite deliberate: for the effect of this tightness was to reveal her spectacularly erotic figure to a very full and highly arousing effect.

  Daisy beheld Frilly with large, pale blue eyes filled with sexual excitement. Yet there was no anger in these lovely orbs; indeed, the beautiful maid seemed not only deeply aroused, but also very happy.

  Frilly stared at Daisy's large, helplessly heaving chest and felt his cock stretch even more painfully. Suddenly all he wanted was to have this divine creature. This need was made worse when Daisy curtsied deeply before Mrs Parsons, revealing long legs sheathed in sheer white nylon, feet sealed in stunning, 6 inch stiletto heeled white leather pumps, and a pair of ultra-frilly white silk panties. And straining against these lovely panties was yet another angrily erect cock.

  'Yes, Daisy appears all-girl, but at heart she remains a sissy. She has undergone a thorough transformation, but is – in essence – a she-male slave. As you will be, eventually, my pretty petal.'

  Concern filled Frilly's nylon covered eyes and he moaned fearfully into his fat gag. He turned toward his stepmother and she returned his panic stricken gaze with a look of steely certitude. Not only was he to be sissified, but – along with the other poor unfortunate captives of these dominant women – he was to become a she-male! He turned and looked up at the other sissies, stood neatly in a line, paraded and pathetic, bizarre and strangely beautiful. All of them accept for Candy moaning with humiliation and fear, their eyes filled with a petrified despair laced with a furious and utterly unforgiving desire.