Daisy wiggle minced over to the shelves holding the strange and disturbing tools of feminisation. Each step was a teasing caress. The skirt of the yellow dress was so short that her heavily be-frilled silk panties were always visible through the fine lace mist of petticoating. The panties were very tight and provided a beautifully exact outline of the plump, perfectly formed globes of two erotically dancing buttocks, two nylon and silk wrapped peaches - sweet, forbidden fruit.
From a middle shelf she selected a silver canister. She smiled to herself, turned and tottered back towards Frilly. Despite a dreadful trepidation, his desire remained intense and unavoidable, and his eyes once again fell upon Daisy's impressive, helplessly bouncing bosom.
Daisy drew to an elegant halt before Frilly, the can raised in her right hand, a gentle and reassuring smile lighting up her beautiful face.
'It'll sting a bit,' she whispered, 'but beauty always has a price, my pretty flower.'
Frilly's eyes widened.
'Get on with it,' Ms Kane snapped.
Daisy sprayed a fine white, cherry scented mist across Frilly's chest and stomach.
The spray was cool and there was – at least initially – no discomfort. After the chest and stomach, Daisy set to work on the rest of Frilly's body below his neck, covering every inch with the spray and wrapping him in a damp feminine miasma. Within a few seconds he was completely enveloped. His eyes darted between Daisy as she moved around his naked body and the three beautiful, determined women who were overseeing this drastic and apparently permanent transformation. His heart pounded with fear, eroticised anticipation and an angry sexual arousal made strikingly apparent by his painfully hard erection.
Daisy told him to spread his legs. He obeyed hesitantly and then the cool pray kissed his buttocks and inner thighs. He squeaked with shock and a helplessly perverse excitement.
Then the gorgeous she-male reappeared in front of him, her dazzling smile touched by a finger of concern.
'It will begin to test you in a little while, my sweet. But you must be strong.'
Frilly stared at Daisy with a mixture of intense attraction and fear. He nodded weakly.
Daisy minced back towards the women, curtsied deeply before them (revealing more of her beautiful, heavily be-frilled white silk panties in the process), and turned back towards Frilly.
Frilly looked at the women and their lovely she male slave. He knew sometime terrible was about to happen. Yet even with this knowledge framing every thought, he found himself filled with desire for the women and for Daisy. His eyes caressed their splendid, elegant forms and surrendered to the absolute inevitability of their power over him, a power born both out of the grim reality of physical control and the far stronger truth of a fierce sexual enslavement.
Then he began to feel a strange, slightly irritating tingling, a sudden breeze of pins and needles that followed exactly the course set by the spray can's misty jet stream. His eyes widened with surprise and the women's smiles widened with cruel impatience as the tingling seemed to deepen and turn into something else: almost a scratching, a heated sandpapering of his already soft, girlish skin.
Soon the heat was much stronger, a burning that inspired increasing panic stricken moaning, terrified, pink nylon sheathed eyes and an emerging ballet of desperate wiggles. Within a few minutes, tears were trickling from his eyes, he was squealing angrily and desperately into the fat, inescapable gag, and he was hopping about like a lunatic puppet.
His reaction inspired laughter and clapping from the three women and a look of genuine concern from the lovely Daisy. And as his discomfort turned into a true, unavoidable pain and his squeals became cries of utter despair, small, sparkling tears began to trickle from Daisy's eyes.
And just at the point where poor Frilly thought he could endure no more, where it was as if his body was being consumed in terrible, sizzling fire, Ms Kane ordered a clearly relieved Daisy to apply the body wipes.
Daisy rapidly returned to the shelves and retrieved what at first appeared to be a pile of small, white towels. As Frilly hopped and squealed before her, she laid the towels on the floor before him. Between his agonised wiggles and bounces, the helplessly, hooded sissy managed to see that the towels were in fact large white squares of some strange glistening fabric sealed in transparent plastic wrap.
Daisy carefully unwrapped the first "towel" before Frilly's wildly tormented eyes. She then stepped forward and wiped the towel, which was damp, warm and teasingly soft, across Frilly's tortured chest. Almost immediately there was a reduction in the infuriating burning, a reduction that became noticeably greater as the gorgeous she-male widened the arc of the towel down to his stomach. She used a second towel to wipe the spray's savage irritant impact from Frilly's long, helplessly feminine legs and feet, kneeling with grace and care before carefully picking up each small, girlish foot and applying the healing balm spread so mysteriously across the towel's cream coloured surface.
In a few minutes, Daisy managed to wipe clean virtually every part of Filly's infuriated and deeply pained anatomy. Except for his long, hard, crimson-headed cock. For some reason, Daisy ignored this last outpost of pain with a cruel and eroticised indifference that smacked of sadistic deliberation. So, although the pain was reduced, it was also greater; for now everything was concentrated on his still violently erect sex. Tears continued to flow from his pretty, sky blue eyes and kittenish moans of distress continued to fight their way past the thick, tight tape sealing his soft, ruby lips so effectively shut.
'You can finish him off,' Ms Kane then said.
Daisy nodded and performed a dainty bob curtsey. She then tottered sweetly forward, smiled modestly at the intensely irritated and aroused Frilly and then, once again, knelt before him.
She wiped the irritant film from his stiff, boiling cock with a teasing acre that left poor Frilly on the edge of a savage orgasm.
'Remember,' his stepmother whispered, holding his terrified, sex framed gaze.
A terrible punishment would follow what then seemed an inevitable ejaculation. Daisy teased the bulging, bloody head of his cock with the warm towelling and then set to terrible, expert work on his fat, aching balls. Then, just as he was sure a volcanic eruption of hot, uncontrollable spunk was about to spurt with black animal power from the shark eye of his cock, she removed the towel and sent him plunging into a paradoxical darkness of stunning relief and terrible frustration.
Then there was a final, almost overwhelming sense of relief that was both a pure pleasure and a terrible truth. The veil of identity is so easily destroyed by the brutal fact of physical being, whether through pain or desire. The weaknesses of his identity, already so significantly threatened by this deeply perverse feminisation, had been further stressed by the absolute power of his suffering and the need to escape it. Yet if this thought was yet another simple, dreadful humiliation, the body that remained after the application of the spray was an even greater one. For as the powerful sense of relief faded, he became aware of the strange and shocking effect of the spray. His entire body was now a bright pink and entirely hairless! His skin tingled not unpleasantly and his sex strained even more furiously forward, its bushy pubic hair base having been completely removed.
The women nodded and smiled.
'The spray contains a chemical that destroys not only the hair, but its roots,' Ms Kane explained, clearly enjoying this new development. 'You will no longer grow any body hair.'
He looked down at his rather absurd form through the nylon stocking hood and moaned sadly. The denuding was permanent – a dreadful but also highly effective symbol of his now inescapable feminisation.
'Remove the hood and finish the job,' Ms Kane snapped.
Daisy smiled shyly and bob-curtsied. She then stepped forward and very gently eased the hood from Frilly's hot, teased head.
The cool air of the changing room washed over his face and he felt new, terror-framed relief. His heart pounded as the gorgeous she-male, her large, silk and satin encased
breasts brushing teasingly against his baby smooth and ultra sensitive chest, her cool, minted breath caressing his hot, crimson cheeks, pulled the thick tape from his girlish lips and extracted the soaking, pungent panty gag from his tormented mouth.
He stared into her huge blue eyes and felt himself lost in an ecstatic abyss of desire. His aching, arched cock rubbed against the edge of Daisy's infinity of frilled petticoating and a sigh of utter pleasure slipped from his freed mouth.
Frilly watched, sex enraged, as Daisy covered two of the wipes in the denuding spray and began to use the first wipe to very gently clean his checks and neck, her eyes constantly locked into his stunned, furiously desiring gaze. Within seconds the terrible tingling was moving across his face like a plague of red ants and quickly transforming into a real and painful burning. Luckily, he was prepared for the spray's impact and withstood the two minutes before Daisy removed it using clean wipes with a fortitude that clearly impressed his gorgeous, cruel-eyed captors.
Then the ordeal, or rather this part of the bigger ordeal, was over. Stunned and humiliated, yet also increasingly excited by this humiliation, he stood before the women and Daisy and knew this was truly only the beginning. His slender, feminine form, denuded and tingling, his skin now coloured a deep sissy pink, was presented naked and stunningly vulnerable. His achingly hard sex rose up before his beautiful female captors as a singular and inescapable confession of desperate need.
'Bring him to the horse,' Ms Kane snapped, inspiring another pretty, panty flashing curtsey from Daisy.
Daisy led Frilly towards the red leather gym horse. As she did so, Ms Kane took the large, sinister syringe Frilly had noticed earlier from the long, filled shelves. She held it before the wide eyed sissy and smiled as its long, wicked needle gleamed in the pink light.
'The sex drug,' the lovely, shark-eyed redhead purred, her cool, sensual voice filled with sadistic pleasure. 'An essential tool in controlling the novice sissy.'
The syringe was filled with a strange, almost luminous liquid and Frilly stared at it with a renewed, yet still sex-edged terror.
'It is essentially a powerful hormone stimulant that ensures high levels of constant sexual arousal. It also significantly heightens sexual performance. Combined with our training regime, it helps ensure compliance and, eventually, total acceptance by the male subject his feminisation.'
Ms Kane stepped forward.
'Lean over the horse, my pretty,' Daisy whispered.
Frilly turned to stare at her and his large, hard cock brushed once again against the soft winds of her ornate, elegant petticoating, his lovely girlish eyes field with a desperate pleading.
'Now,' Daisy stressed, her pretty voice suddenly filled with genuine threat.
Frilly turned back towards the horse, looked over at his smiling stepmother, and then nervously leant over the facing side of the leather horse.
Almost immediately, he felt Daisy's hands around his ankles, pulling his legs wide part and forcing his arms to stretch out in a straight line along the horse to maintain balance. He felt his ankles pulled with surprising strength into the shackles and quickly, tightly imprisoned. Then, inspiring a sudden, deliciously tingling shock and deep, helpless arousal, Daisy's sex gloved hands were once again slipping over his sex and pulling it gently into position beneath the body of the horse. He squealed with a terrible, soul destroying pleasure as his cock was locked inside its own leather shackle, a wicked device attached to the smooth, cool underside of the horse's thick tubular body.
Yet this was not the end of this particularly perverse and paralysing bondage; for as soon as his ankles and cock were secured, Daisy tottered around the horse so that she was standing immediately in front of him. He found himself staring directly at her perfect, white nylon sheathed legs and wanting her with an even greater and totally unreasonable intensity.
She took his wrists and began to pull his body forward up over the horse. He gasped with surprise, both at her strength and at the disorientation created by suddenly being pulled forward over the horse. He cried out with genuine fear as his arms were pulled down the outer side of the horse so that, eventually, his fingers were only a few inches from the rubberised floor and his stomach was stretched flat against the top of the horse, thus creating an aching tension as his legs were stretched. As his body was pulled into his exposed position, his sex in turn was pulled painfully tight by the cruel leather shackle that held it so firmly and perversely in place.
Daisy knelt down in another explosion of petticoats and pretty silk knickers. He tried to lift his head and, momentarily, their eyes were locked together once again.
'Just relax,' the she-male beauty whispered. 'Accept.'
He tried to follow her advice, but when she then proceeded to lock his wrists in the two shackles attached to the legs on the front side of the horse, he found himself spread-eagled with a fierce tightness across the body of the horse, his arms and legs pulled wide, his face upside down and forced to behold the humiliating fact of his cruelly imprisoned sex.
The sense of exposure and utter helplessness was now at its strongest. His buttocks felt spread by some vicious clamp, but this was only the effect of the pressure being applied to his stretched legs.
He sensed Daisy step back from the horse. Then the gleaming black patent leather, stiletto heeled court shoes of Ms Kane came into his line of sight. She was standing directly behind his terribly exposed buttocks. He felt his anus twitch and his heart speed up.
'How long will it take?' he heard his stepmother ask, her voice filled with sado-erotic expectation.
'Oh, only a few minutes,' Ms Kane replied, amused and darkly aroused.
He watched the glamorous, intensely sensual bottom half of Ms Kane step forward to within a few inches of his helpless, exposed rear end. The erotic sweetness of her expensive French perfume teased his fear-flared nostrils and his erection strained desperately in the cruel shackle. Then there was the concentrated and sharp pressure of a metal point being pressed deep inside his right thigh, only a few centimetres from his testicles. His cry of shock and anguish heightened considerably when the sharpness suddenly increased in intensity and the needle punctured his skin.
For a sickening few seconds he could feel cool metal inside his body as the sex drug fluid was pumped into a vein and began to spread throughout his tethered, feminine form.
Then the needle was removed and he sighed with relief and gratitude.
'I suggest we fix the plug before the full impact is felt,' he heard Ms Erickson say.
'Yes,' Ms Kane replied. 'Good idea. Daisy!'
He was aware of more movement. To his left, where the women were gathered, he could hear a whispered conversation between Ms Erickson and his step mother that ended in an intimate and meaning-filled laugh. He saw Daisy's striking white stiletto heels pass behind him again. Then a small metal table on gleaming silver wheels was pushed into his line of sight.
There was a snap of rubber, the sound, he thought, of latex gloves being pulled over human skin. Then there was a shock even greater than the cruel kiss of the syringe. A rubberised finger suddenly slipped into the dark space between his buttocks and pressed firmly into his anus.
He let out a loud squeal of horror and tugged painfully on his bounds, thus stretching his cock even more severely!
'Shut him up,' Ms Kane snapped.
A hand suddenly grasped his head and pulled it up. He found himself facing another pair of very shapely, black nylon sheathed legs. Then something was stuffed deep into his mouth, something soft and silky and filled with a familiar musky taste. Then something equally soft was wrapped around his head to hold this new gag firmly in place and his head released.
He moaned into the gag and quickly realised a still warm pair of panties, with the crotch section exposed, had been stuffed in his mouth and tied in place with a nylon stocking. His cock, so cruelly tormented, stiffened and a sudden sense of the most extreme and delirious sexual arousal crashed over his prone form. He sq
uealed with a helpless and furiously pleasure.
'Hurry up, Daisy. It's taking effect.'
Ms Kane's sexy, husky voice, filled with teasing mischief, was the voice of a sex angel. Suddenly the world had become overwhelmed by constant and unbearable erotic potential.
He felt the finger slip out of his arse. Yet within seconds it had returned, this time covered in a cool, thick gel. He screamed into the pungent gag as the finger began to line the walls of his anus with the gel. This was pleasure on the verge of an ecstatic agony made worse by the fact that the finger moved gently, lovingly, teasingly. Frilly, a 16 year old virgin, had never felt any intimate sexual caress other than from his own hand. He had never felt or even been close to a woman's body. And so this was his firstly genuinely sexual communication with another human being, with the gorgeous she-male beauty Daisy.
Then the finger eased out of his arse once again and he released muffled pleas for its return. The women's laughter filled the room, a divine sex music that vibrated against the bulging head of his tormented cock like a sweet sonic kiss. But this was only the beginning of a new, astonishing stage of his transformative, ultra-erotic ordeal. For within seconds of Daisy's latex sheathed finger leaving his newly enlivened anus, there was something harder and more determined replacing it, pushing firmly against the tender edge of his arse. It was broader than the finger, yet with a clearly pointed tip. His squeals increased in volume and amazement as the tip was edged inside his anus and then firmly pushed into the very heart of him. The pressure was determined, yet not extreme; this was a gradual process of systematic penetration that left him wiggling and screaming helplessly into the intimate, unyielding gag. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of being gradually split in two, a profound, sado-erotic sundering. He felt the cool, plastic thing work deeper into him; he felt his buttocks pushed apart; he felt the kiss of some slick, cold sex tool as it drilled into his body and opened up undreamt of potentials for physical pleasure.
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