As Daisy served Mrs Parsons a glass of golden Chardonnay, Miss Kane elaborated on the training regime that awaited Frilly.
'The initial training period is six months. Twice weekly training sessions will be held at the boutique, plus there will be extensive, expert-assisted home training. During this period Frilly will be utterly transformed to a very high standard into a sissy house boy. He will endure constant and detailed humiliation. This will include various forms of intricate and painful punishment for the slightest misdemeanour. He will also be subject to extensive bondage and isolation therapy. He will be trained in the proper feminine deportment and presentation essential for a sissy slave, including extensive training in dress and make up. He will also be instructed in domestic and sexual skills by Daisy and others.
After this initial period, he will undergo extensive testing to ensure that he meets the fundamental criteria for further transformation. If he's passes, we will begin the process of physical and mental transformation into a full-blown she-male. If he fails, you will agree to his full sex change and permanent babification. This will involve a special brainwashing process that will leave him with the mind of a two year old baby girl and the savage and unforgiving desires of an adult male. This permanent transformation will be undertaken abroad under the direction of a foreign collector who happens to be a very close friend of mine. She is very cruel and utterly perverted. As agreed, in the unlikely event that the feminisation process fails, you will not receive a refund.'
Mrs Parsons nodded coolly and smiled very slightly.
'As we agreed,' she said.
Frilly continued to stare at the gorgeous Daisy with terror-laced desire. This was what he was to become. And, to his horrified surprise, even as he realised his fate he felt a dark sexual excitement flow through his already partially feminised body.
'Good. Then let's get started.'
The striking figure of Ms Kane strode off across the wide, oval room. Mrs Parsons, momentarily surprised by the rapidity of Ms Kane's departure, tugged violently on the leash. Frilly squealed with pain into the pungent gag and tottered after his beautiful, wicked and utterly determined stepmother, taking the dainty tiny steps demanded by the testing heels, his bottom wiggling helplessly, his eyes pinned hungrily on Mrs Parson's large, beautifully formed backside and long, black nylon sheathed legs.
As he minced across the room behind his gorgeous, buxom stepmother, he was aware of the eyes of the other women and sissies burning into his helplessly feminine form. At first, he thought they would be following, but it soon became apparent that they had other, equally perverse duties to address.
Eventually they came to another door at the far end of the room. Ms Kane pushed it open and marched inside. Mrs Parsons followed, dragging a bewildered and terrified Frilly behind her.
This room was much smaller, yet in some ways even more frightening.
The first thing Frilly noticed was that the floor was covered in a thick, waterproof carpet of white rubber which immediately dulled the percussive click of his pretty, high heeled boots. The room was perfectly square and windowless and lit by a single, pink strip light. Two of the white painted walls were bare, but two held rows of shelving loaded with a variety of what Frilly immediately realised were the deeply disturbing tools of sissy transformation.
Frilly stared at the shelves with wide, fear filled eyes through the slender film of soft pink nylon. He beheld strange rubber tubes, coils of white rope, thick rolls of pink and white duct tape, silver surgical instruments (including a large, evil-looking syringe), adult-sized baby bottles, nappies and dummies, one row filled entirely with tall silver spray cans, ball gags made from rubber and sponge, leather collars, silver chain leashes, fingerless mitten-like gloves of pink and white latex rubber, long, metal tipped bamboo canes and a collection of viscous riding crops. A cornucopia of utter perversion that made his sissy heart race with terror.
In the centre of the room was what appear to be a long, rather short red leather gym horse resting on four, thick wooden legs. Attached to the base of each leg was a matching red leather shackle.
Against a far wall was a long and very ornate dressing table. Made from a highly polished white wood and with a large, very beautiful oval mirror at its centre, the wide top of the table was covered in a jungle of jars, perfume sprays and lipsticks. Against one of the other bare walls was a large, long, white wooden wardrobe, and close to it was what appeared to be an adult sized baby's high chair, strapped into which was another of the Silken Illusion's pretty and utterly helpless sissies. Yet this was truly a sissy in peril, for he was squealing desperately into a heart shaped pink dummy gag and tugging angrily on the thick pink leather shackles that held his mittened wrists to plastic arm rests and white nylon sheathed ankles to the two front legs.
'Take no notice of Bonnie,' Ms Kane said, a cruel smile lighting up her lovely face. 'I'm afraid he failed the final examinations and is being shipped off to Miss Silkov's private hospital for full physical transformation and mental conditioning. By the end of the week, he'll be the newest exhibit in her rather wonderful collection.'
A wave of utter horror washed over Frilly as he realised the terrible truth of Ms Kane's earlier threat, a truth made appallingly apparent by the struggling figure of Bonnie. Ms Kane had told them to take no notice of the pathetic, yet also strangely beautiful figure, yet both he and his buxom step mother couldn't avoid studying this stunning, deeply distressed creature with stunned eyes.
Bonnie was dressed in a hot pink baby girl's dress, which was extremely short and rested on a thick nest of white and pink net lace petticoating, through which a pair of cream coloured plastic panties were very apparent. Over the intricate dress had been tied a white silk pinafore. Across the centre of the chest was a large red heart through middle of which were written in white silk the words "Pretty Baby Bonnie". Bonnie's rather beautiful face was painted alabaster white. The huge, heart shaped plastic plate of the dummy gag obscured his mouth completely, but his eyes said all that needed by be said: gorgeous, pale blue and tear flooded orbs filled with a pure terror that seemed to add in some dark sadistic way to Bonnie's considerable sissy beauty. His head was contained in the soft, but inescapable embrace of a very elaborate pink silk bonnet, tied in place at his dimpled chin with a fat silk bow, and from beneath the frilly edges of the bonnet heavily curled blonde ringlets were clearly visible.
His long, feminine legs were sheathed in fine white nylon stockings that flowed seamlessly out from beneath the net petticoating to a pair of very pretty pink silk booties tied in place with two more thick silk ribbon bows.
Yes, he was stunning, and his fate was to be terrible. And to his horror, Frilly found himself deeply aroused by the thought of Bonnie's impending and very permanent transformation.
'And this,' Ms Kane continued, ‘is Onanda Erickson, Bonnie's mother.
It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere. A tall, very full figured woman; a short haired brunette with honey brown eyes filled with a frightening self-assurance. Standing well over 6 feet in a pair of 3 inch stiletto heeled court shoes of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a crisp, snow white silk blouse and a tight, black and white check skirt that came to just above her knees, her long, beautifully shaped legs sheathed in black nylon. Yes, she was a truly impressive vision of dominant womanhood.
Ms Erickson beheld Frilly with calculated interest and brutal contempt.
'A new toy?' she asked, her voice edged by a slight Northern European accent.
Ms Kane smiled. 'A new recruit. And a new member.'
She gestured towards Mrs Parsons. Onanda's gaze then fell upon Mrs Parson's generous, sensual form and a darker, sex-fired light entered her strikingly dark, almost glowing eyes.
She held out her hand and Mrs Parsons took it with a hint of hesitation.
'It's very nice to meet you,' Onanda said. 'I hope he turns out better than Bonnie.'
Mrs Parsons held Onanda's hand for perhaps a little lon
ger than was necessary, her hesitation clearly dissolved by a growing interest.
'I'm sorry he let you down,' Mrs Parsons said, tuning to look at the struggling, squealing form of poor, pretty Bonnie.
'Don't be. He deserves everything that is about to happen. He was a pain as a son and made a pretty awful sissy, despite his naturally feminine looks. There is too much of his useless father in him.'
Then she stared down at Frilly. 'This one looks promising.'
Frilly felt the dark sadistic interest in her voice brush against his hot, nylon sealed cheek like a knife. His erection tightened.
'Hopefully,' Mrs Parsons said. 'Although, I think I could use some help.'
Ms Kane, who had been watching this exchange carefully, intervened. 'Perhaps Onanda could help. I'm sure her experiences with Bonnie would prove invaluable for the home training elements of our sissification programme.'
Ms Erickson smiled gently. 'I'd be happy to help.'
Mrs Parsons returned her smile and then turned to Frilly, her eyes filled with mischief and a clear, rather intense arousal. 'Yes, I'd very much appreciate your assistance.'
Frilly looked up into Ms Erickson's eyes and confronted a new vision of his sissy future. The potential for the cruel and unusual was all too apparent in her dark, teasing look, and a quiver of strange and deeply masochistic desire shot through his aching, permanently hard sex as he considered what lay ahead.
'Would you stay while Frilly is prepared?' Mrs Parsons asked, an almost girlish tone of expectation in her husky, always terribly sexy voice.
A gentle, very beautiful smile crossed Miss Erickson's soft, blood red lips. 'Of course. We have an hour before Bonnie is shipped off, and I'm sure he'd enjoy watching Frilly being prepared for his new life.'
In response, poor Bonnie squealed with an even greater fury into his fat dummy gag and Miss Erickson burst out laughing. Bonnie shook his head with a terrible desperation, tears continuing to stream from his terror widened eyes and over his alabaster coloured cheeks.
At that point, the door opened and the beautiful, elegant and incredibly sexy Daisy tottered sweetly into the room.
She wiggle-minced up to Ms Kane and then performed a deep, panty flashing curtsey before her stunning, regal mistress.
'Help Mrs Parsons undress Frilly and then begin the denuding.'
Daisy curtsied her understanding and turned to face a stunned, tormented Frilly.
Poor Frilly's eyes filled with an inescapable and blatant desire. Through the shimmering film of strongly scented pink nylon that provided such an intensely fetishistic filter for the incredible events unfolding before him, Frilly could see that Daisy was truly gorgeous, a perfectly formed beauty with the pneumatic figure of a fifties sex goddess. Her large, sparkling blue eyes were filled with the almost painful arousal that Frilly had noticed in all the sissy captives of the Silken Illusion and her full, glistening, strawberry-coloured lips were curved into a smile of promise and strange reassurance.
She took two tiny steps forward. Her pretty petticoats rustled, her large breasts bounced ever so slightly and her powerful, sweet rose perfume teased Frilly's nylon sheathed nostrils.
'Keep still, Frilly. I won't hurt you if you're a good girl.'
Frilly's eyes widened with further surprise: Daisy's voice was that of a child mixed with the silky tease of a call girl. High pitched and soft, yet also dripping with a knowing sensuality.
Daisy leaned forward and began to loosen the large pearl buttons that ran down the front of the tight, tormenting body sack. As she released the buttons, her eyes never left Frilly's stunned gaze. The novice sissy moaned helplessly into her fat, pungent gag and, in between returning Daisy's frank, hungry look with one of confused embarrassment and desire, he filled his stunned, beautiful eyes with the generous and hyper erotic vision of Daisy's impressively real and very considerable bosom.
As the buttons were loosened, it became apparent that Frilly was naked beneath the body sack. A slightly cruel, but also sexually charged smile crossed Daisy's sensual mouth as Frilly's flat, nearly hairless chest was revealed. Poor Frilly moaned with a furious pleasure and dreadful humiliation as Daisy worked her way towards the sissy's slender, girlish waist and the secrets beyond.
Eventually, the thick nylon waist band of the tights that so sweetly imprisoned his long, feminine legs was revealed. Daisy smiled and whispered a hoarse, sex-edged "lovely" as she reached the final button. She pulled back the silken edges of the body suit to reveal the full, tormented length of Frilly's surprisingly large sex trapped beneath the sheer film of scented white nylon. A gasp of deeper, harsher pleasure slipped from Daisy's mouth.
'My, my,' she whispered.
Smiling and obviously curious, Onanda Erickson stepped forward and peered into the body sack. Her eyes widened and she unleashed a strange, staccato laugh that mixed mockery with reluctant admiration.
'He's certainly well-endowed.'
Mrs Parsons blushed and nodded vaguely.
Onanda Erickson straightened and set her frank gaze upon Frilly's gorgeous stepmother. 'Haven't you ever been tempted?'
A look of genuine shock passed across Mrs Parsons' face and a wicked light filled Ms Erickson's icy gaze.
What no one had mentioned was the way Mrs Parsons had decorated her stepson's sex. The painfully hard member was sheathed in a white nylon stocking bound tightly in place with a thick pink silk ribbon warped tightly around his bulging, straining balls. Also ignored was the perhaps more striking fact that the chain leash used to keep Daisy under control was attached directly to the wide, hard shaft of his sex via a tight leather band, the chain itself running down through a small, carefully cut hole in the gusset of the tights.
After contemplating this bizarre and highly erotic display for a few more seconds, Daisy eased the loosened body sack over Frilly's shoulders and let it fall down to just below his nylon enveloped waist. Daisy then lent forward again and removed thick silk ribbons that were loosely binding Frilly's lower thighs and ankles. It was then relatively simple to ease the soft, shimmering body sack down his nylon sheathed legs.
Frilly stood before the women in only the tights and the testing, high heeled ankle boots. With the body sack removed, a new level of cruel restraint was revealed: his arms had been pulled behind his back and bound tightly together with the more pink silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows.
Ms Erickson giggled cruelly and whispered something in Mrs Parsons' ear. The plump, beautiful blonde blushed and stifled a helpless laugh.
Daisy pulled open the waist band of the tights and eased the leather band (which was actually sown across the chain leash) over the bulging head of Frilly's large, nylon wrapped cock.
Frilly watched this new humiliation with wide, terror-streaked eyes, and as soon as Daisy's hand slipped over his cock, he let out a squeal of genuine outrage cut through with immediate and almost unbearable sexual arousal.
'Be quiet you naughty girl!' Mrs Parsons suddenly snapped.
She stepped forward and applied a hard, very painful slap to Frilly's delicately hosed thighs. Frilly squeaked with shock and discomfort into the panty gag and tried to control himself as Daisy pulled the chain through the gusset hole in his tights and then set about pulling the tights down his beautifully shaped legs to his ankles. Then she knelt down before him once again and, with glace gloved hands, carefully and patiently untied the ribbon lacing that held the delightful and ultra-feminine pink leather ankle boots so tightly in place. Frilly stifled a further moan of desperate sexual need and fear as Daisy gently eased each boot off his small, always feminine and now nylon wrapped feet. He was then ordered to step out of the bunched tights.
Daisy, a vision of summer yellow and rich cream, her heart stopping gaze returning momentarily to Frilly"s straining, so very desperate cock, placed the gleaming sado-erotic boots at her side and rose with a balletic grace back to her own very high heeled feet. Her eyes filled with an aching need, her lips glistening with sex anticipation in the s
oft, pinkish light of the room, her large, tightly restrained breasts heaving desperately, she smiled softly and began to free poor Frilly's angry, hungry cock from its delicate nylon and ribbon prison.
Frilly's eyes filled with the tears of a profound, soul crushing frustration. He fought girlish wiggles and a panty-gagged cry of ecstatic surprise. Daisy, her smile now in some way harder, crueller, picked at the ribbon bow with blood red nails, pinching the stiff, boiling flesh of Frilly's impressive sex more than once. A tear trickled down his hot, pink nylon sheathed cheek and a bitter laugh of cruel pleasure shot from Ms Erickson's sensual mouth.
The ribbon was released and the stocking gently, teasingly slipped from the cauldron heat of Frilly's tormented sex. And it was now that poor Frilly knew he was most under threat; for the urge to come, to spurt hot spunk all over the gorgeous she-male Daisy was momentarily quite irresistible. His pleading, nylon sheathed eyes turned to his beautiful, plump and utterly merciless step mother.
'I know, Frilly,' she said, her voice deep, hard, determined. 'But if you come, it's all over. If you can't demonstrate this most basic level of self-control, it's all a waste of time and money. If you come, I can guarantee you will be joining Bonnie.'
Even with this terrible threat hanging over his stocking sealed head, he was still very close to exploding; indeed, on one very dark level, his stepmother's threats, delivered in her always sexy voice, seemed to increase his fierce sexual arousal.
But then the stocking was pulled free and, momentarily, he was also freed from the agonising ecstasy of Daisy's teasing attentions.
Daisy stood back and examined Frilly's form with wide, excited eyes.
'Leave the stocking hood for now,' Ms Kane said.
Daisy curtsied and wiggle-minced back towards Frilly. She moved behind the pretty sissy and untied the ribbons binding his arms. Frilly sighed with relief into his pungent, intimate gag and awaited Daisy's next move with desperate ambivalence.
'Place your arms at your side, my sweet.'
Frilly obeyed without hesitation. He stared down at his straining, naked sex, with its long, hard crimson shaft and bulging, almost purple head. There was some embarrassment, but mainly there was just dreadful sexual ache. Despite everything, Frilly remained deeply aroused. Indeed, he had never felt an arousal like it before: a body and soul consuming need that acted like a hood – a sheer nylon hood, no doubt – obscuring all rational thought and fear. He looked up at Mrs Parsons, his gorgeous, buxom, step mother, a woman he had always been attracted to, a woman who, despite her general coolness to him, had always been an object of intense sexual interest. He looked into her piercing blue eyes and saw a dark and heartless fascination. Her bloody lips curved into a cruel smile and her eyes fell upon his enraged sex. Then her smile widened, a smile that held the secrets of a powerful and twisted imagination.
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