Silken Tales

by Christina Shelly

  Then there was a sudden, heart stopping pain: the plastic burrowing thing had reached an obstacle – his arse would stretch no further. He heard Daisy sigh with effort and frustration and mutter a sweetly voiced "oh dear". He actually tried to force his legs further apart to accommodate this strangely beautiful intrusion.

  'Push harder,' Ms Kane snapped, her harsh voice filled with cruel determination.

  There was hesitation then the sound of a hand striking nylon sheathed flesh.

  'Harder!' Ms Kane cried, her voice filling the room with a raw electric energy.

  Then there was more pain. A solid, blinding pain that produced instant tears and the highest pitched sissy squeal imaginable. He knew he would be seriously injured, that things had gone too far, that there would be an ambulance and a much more precise and de-sexed humiliation. But then, to his amazement and deep relief, there was a sudden give, a collapse of all resistance, and the intruder slipped deep inside some long hidden cave of tender sissy flesh. Suddenly he was filled to overflowing, suddenly the plastic thing was locked deep, firmly and very erotically inside him, as if it was now part of his physical being.

  He felt his body instinctively relax and was immediately aware of the potential of the intruder. His arse stretched, the walls of his anus teased, he experienced an immediate and intense sexual thrill of a magnitude much greater than the teasing intervention of the rubberised finger. He moaned with masochistic abandon into the gag and felt himself consumed completely by the erotic truth of physical existence.

  'Good,' Ms Kane whispered, her voice filled with a cruel arousal. 'Now we can move on to the restrainer. Get her up.'

  Hands were suddenly at his ankles, freeing them from the unyielding leather shackles. He sighed with relief as the tension stretching his hard, angry, desperate sex was lessened. Then his wrists were freed and he felt a hand slip beneath his stomach and begin to help him upright.

  In the fifteen or so minutes he had been secured so firmly to the horse, his arms and legs had gone quite numb, and as Daisy helped him onto his feet, he began to sway precariously, his sissy form now made of weak, pathetic rubber.

  Ms Kane stepped forward and gripped his shoulders firmly, holding him upright and staring directly into his stunned eyes. He met her gaze and felt his soul melt. Her great beauty was a devastating tool of control; as her sparkling green eyes burnt into his girlish blue orbs, he knew that the only option open to him was total obedience.

  And it was as his eyes slipped from her terrible, wonderful gaze and fell upon her firm, heaving bosom that another tidal wave of incredible sexual arousal crashed into him, a wave that was increased in its ferocity by the sudden and brutal sensation of the intruder lodged between his buttocks. As he stood, as his thighs came together, the plug was pushed even deeper into his anus and its awful, inescapable stimulation became even more intense. His cock reared up and a further moan of helpless need slipped from the fat, pungent panty gag.

  'Hurry up,' she said, a tone of contempt entering her voice. 'Before he comes all over me.'

  In the background, Daisy had been tottering sweetly between the horse and the shelves. As feeling returned to Frilly (in more ways than one!), Ms Kane released her grip and he found himself facing the stunning Daisy. But now, under the influence of the terribly tormenting sex drug, he was beholding her anew, confronting a being designed to thrill and serve, a being of startlingly subservient ultra-femininity and truly amazing beauty. Suddenly his desire for her was a cosmic adoration. His eyes widened as they met hers and a moan of the darkest need slipped from behind the intimate, perverse gag. Tears of a truly unbearable desire began to trickle from his eyes and Daisy's concerned smile was a sun exploding in a galaxy of gender ambiguity.

  He consumed her astonishing body with his sex swamped gaze. Then his eyes feel upon her silk gloved hands and saw she was holding what looked very much like the index finger of a hot pink coloured rubber glove.

  'Put your hands behind your back and try to keep upright,' Daisy purred, her voice a golden sex music. 'This will be worse than the denuder, I'm afraid. And, remember, if you come, you'll be joining Bonnie.'

  At the mention of the doomed, babified sissy, Frilly's head turned towards the terrified, furious form of pretty Bonnie still struggling pointlessly in the high chair. Beautiful, tragic Bonnie, her eyes filled with a dreadful, simple knowledge and its impending realisation in a dark reality of complete and final transformation. Yet, once again, it was not fear that Bonnie's awful fate inspired, but a cruel, sadistic pleasure. Then Frilly was brought back to her own shocking reality as Daisy's hands touched the swollen, enraged head of his utterly exposed sex, the fundamental physical fact of a masculinity that would, for Bonnie, soon be no more.

  Frilly gasped and looked down at her rock hard sex: Daisy was about to slip the strange finger-like rubber sheath over its boiling crimson head. He briefly looked up at her, his eyes filled with pleading, arousal-filled concern. Daisy smiled sympathetically, knowing from her own experience the agony poor Frilly was experiencing, and then began to work the sheath forward, pulling it in one swift strong gesture over the head of his cock, along the hard, crimson surface and then, in one last, very quick movement, over his bulging, tormented balls, where it was snapped firmly and tightly in place.

  Frilly squealed with shock and surprise as the rubber material squeezed his balls and tightened around the angry, tight skin of his considerable erection.

  'The restrainer is made from an advanced form of latex rubber,' Ms Kane explained, moving closer to the stunned, tormented sissy. 'It contracts with heat, yet allows virtually full expansion of the penis. However, ejaculation is quite impossible. Every sissy servant of the Silken Illusion is kept permanently restrained. Release may be allowed by a mistress on special occasions, but this is entirely a matter for the individual owner.'

  Frilly looked down at his bright pink, rock hard cock and felt tears of profound frustration well up in his pretty, girlish eyes.

  'You will see that there is a micro-mesh fibre head,' the gorgeous dominatrix continued, her eyes studying Frilly's impressive, imprisoned cock with an obvious sexual interest. 'This allows urination without removal.'

  Filly moaned into the panty gag and felt his sad, furiously aroused gaze once again captured by hers. Despite his torture and frustration, he felt only the most intense desire and admiration for this beautiful and cruel woman.

  'Right,' Ms Kane continued, her eyes turning sternly to Daisy. 'Take her to the dressing table.'

  Daisy performed another lovely, panty flashing curtsey of absolute obedience and placed a silk gloved hand on Frilly's shoulder.

  As she led him towards the beautiful, ornate dressing table, he immediately experienced the true impact of the plug. Suddenly each small, nervous step was a dreadful sexual tease. The furious, wave-like arousal inspired by the sex drug returned with a dark vengeance as the most profound and all pervasive sense of pure physical pleasure enveloped his sissified being. He squealed with stunned amazement into the fat panty gag and a slightly cruel smile passed across Daisy's sparkling cherry red lips.

  ' Isn't it wonderful!' she whispered, her voice filled with erotic urgency. 'Every step is now ecstasy.'

  His only response was a further moan of angry pleasure as his thighs pressed together and, by the very fact of walking, forced the plug teasingly to massage his ultra-sensitised arse.

  The large, ornate dressing table dominated an entire side of the mysterious room. Placed before it was a small, white leather backed stool. The gorgeous she-male carefully helped the tormented sissy slave rest his pert, always feminine backside against its cool, firm surface.

  As his upper body weight pressed down on his buttocks, he felt the plug press even deeper and closed his eyes tightly as another wave of intense, mind bending pleasure surged through his body.

  When he opened his eyes, he found himself facing his own reflection and gasped with a soul crushing embarrassment. His slender, feminine face
was filled with pathetic surprise and in his pretty pale blue eyes he could see the same desperate masochistic need that had haunted the eyes of the other sissy prisoners of the Silken Illusion. Yet worse was the fact that, even without any form of feminine attire or make up, he already looked like a girl, a fact that perhaps he had known long before he arrived here; a fact that secretly tormented him since he had been a little boy; a fact made too real by much teasing at School; a fact that had no doubt been part of his step mother's decision to have him transformed in the first place. Yet even as he felt embarrassment and shame, he also felt, again, helpless and powerful sexual excitement. As his rubberised cock pressed deep into his flat stomach, he knew that femininity had always lurked deep within him, a femininity he had fought, but which had also secretly fascinated and aroused him.

  'Start with the hair,' Ms Kane said.

  Daisy nodded seriously and he noticed his stepmother and the gorgeous, cruel eyed Ms Erikson move into the range of his reflection. Via the large, oval mirror, he looked up into his stepmother's limpid blue eyes and saw her pleasure and excitement. He felt his cock strain against the ingenious restrainer and fought back further tears of frustration.

  Daisy took a barber's black metal electric razor from the table and suddenly the room was filled with a low, but fierce humming.

  'Keep still, prettiness,' Daisy purred.

  His hair had always been worn short, partly at the insistence of his stepmother, but also because it was a proven method of hiding his girlish good looks. As Daisy began to run the whirring blades of the razor across carefully controlled and shaped strands of blonde hair, he realised the new style demanded by the Silken Illusion would be more than short! And as it became apparent that his head was to be shaven, a look of deeper, darker alarm flooded his eyes.

  'We find natural hair a hindrance to the imagination,' Ms Kane explained. 'Most mistresses prefer the creative potential of wigs and, being a highly intelligent and inventive woman, your mummy is no different. Your hair will therefore be removed and your head subject to the permanent powers of the denuding spray.'

  Poor Frilly's eyes moved rapidly between his disappearing hair, which was now falling in soft blonde clumps over his shoulders, and Ms Kane's steel hard, desire framed gaze. As her cruel smile widened, tears of defeat and despair began to trickle from the sissy's eyes and his cock fought pointlessly against the unyielding restrainer. The collision of humiliation and arousal was head-on and as inescapable as they fat panty gag filling his soft mouth.

  Eventually, he found himself confronting a skin-headed and very girlish youth, the only sign of his hair a light stubble mapping out the dome of his skull, a stubble that was quickly and expertly removed by Daisy using a frightening, silver handled cut-throat razor. Then she covered this newly pristine and gleaming surface in a thick cloud of the denuding spray. Tears ran freely from Frilly's wide, pained eyes.

  'Say goodbye to your hair, sweety,' Ms Erickson teased and his stepmother burst out laughing, her cruelty both awful and, to Frilly's amazement, arousing!

  His head was left to tingle, then itch, then burn, before Daisy carefully wiped the spray's wicked particles from his now totally smooth, babyish head. Yes: babyish; the effect was stunning and brutally obvious: he had been turned into a pretty, wide eyed, very feminine baby boy. His humiliation was profound, the destruction of his soul complete. Yet at the same time his cock fought the cruel, teasing re-strainer, and his thighs pressed together to push the ingenious, perverse plug deeper into his highly sensitised arse. He was lost in a terrible and beautiful contradiction between degradation and fierce sexual excitement from which he knew it was unlikely he would ever escape.

  He looked up at the mirror and stared once again into his stepmother's always lovely eyes. Yes, she was being cruel, she was mocking his awful predicament; but she was also aroused, significantly turned on at the sight of this amazing transformation. And her arousal was his. His eyes fell upon her rapidly heaving and substantial bosom and he sighed with a helplessly sissy pleasure into the intimately flavoured and tightly secured panty gag.

  The next few minutes passed in a carefully managed whirlwind of action overseen by the stunning Daisy. The speed with which she managed his elaborate sissy make-up betrayed expertise and experience. First, after carefully removing the fat and now very damp panty gag, a rather thick white foundation cream was applied to his head, face and neck, transforming him from a baby boy into a strange, almost sexless doll, a ghostly, neutered figure that, for the first time, he truly didn't recognise. Daisy applied the thick substance with an artist's lightness of touch and within a few minutes every centimetre of skin on and around his head, face and neck was completely covered. And as he watched this bizarre transformation, he remembered that each of the pretty sissies he had seen on the stage had been made up with the same core foundation, their faces snow white and thus helplessly doll-like.

  'The foundation mask is made with a dye that is both waterproof and extremely resilient. On average it needs replacing once every three months. We use the same chemicals in all the sissy make up: once applied there is no need for regular re-application.'

  Ms Kane's words were uttered with a measured indifference. She was speaking to his stepmother, but also, in a subtle way, continuing her cruel teasing of Frilly.

  'It's a bit like a tattoo, I suppose,' his stepmother whispered, clearly fascinated by this latest phase of poor Frilly's transformation.

  Ms Kane smiled forgivingly. 'Yes…in a way.'

  Frilly stared at the strange creature before him and saw his strange sissy future emerge like a slowly developing photograph.

  Soon his head and neck were completely covered: he was a strange sissy mannequin ready to take on any personality or style his mistress desired, a submissive nothingness awaiting the identity demanded by his beautiful, cruel eyed and endlessly imaginative stepmother.

  After the foundation, came the detail: a striking pink lipstick that matched exactly the colour of the wicked, endlessly arousing restrainer, a long, phallic stick that was drawn across his soft, girlish lips by Daisy's steady, expert hand, her lovely, marble face only inches from his own, her warm scented breath caressing his painted skin. Then a hint of a lighter pink eye shadow that only just coloured his eyelids. Then a touch of matching rouge, a small, dainty circle on each glistening cheek. Simple, minimal, but certainly enough to effect a real and even more shocking transformation. Now he saw quite clearly the sissy he was to become; now all vestiges of a truly male self had been hidden beneath a veil of ultra-femininity.

  Daisy stood back and allowed the women to study Frilly through the mirror. He blushed at their interest, but the colouring of his cheeks was completely hidden by the all pervasive foundation.

  'Very good,' Ms Kane whispered. 'Now the body stocking.'

  Daisy performed another beautiful, deep curtsey before her gorgeous mistress and helped a stunned Frilly to his feet. As he stood again, the plug, of which he was constantly aware, once again pressed deeper into his anal passage and he moaned with a stark, animal pleasure. His pink rubber imprisoned cock rose up before him, fighting its fiendish restraint with a courage that was both desperate and pointless.

  Daisy stared down at his sealed, long and very hard penis and a twinkle of deep desire filled her own lovely eyes.

  Frilly watched her with a terrible sex need as Daisy then proceeded to bend forward in front of him to gain access to a gold handled draw built into the side of the ornate dressing table. As she did so, her wide, short skirt and the inches of petticoating beneath rose up her while nylon sheathed thighs to reveal her perfectly shaped, silk pantied and hosed backside, a full and, he suspected, quite deliberate revealing that inspired another moan of angry, painful longing.

  From within the draw, Daisy extracted a neatly folded, white nylon garment. Frilly looked at it and then into Daisy's wide, sex teased eyes. Daisy smiled knowingly and unfolded the garment, holding it up before him with a slightly cruel smile.
This, he assumed was "the body stocking".

  Made from an opaque white nylon, the garment was essentially the fusion of a leotard and a pair of tights, the leotard section fitted with two long sleeves that ended seamlessly in gloves.

  Its purpose was immediately clear: to cover the body from toe to neck in a film of soft white nylon.

  Frilly, aroused and strangely eager, watched as Daisy took the stocking by the neck and began very carefully to roll it up until only the long white leg sections were fully exposed. She then knelt down before him and proceeded to roll the left leg into a bowl and gently slip it over Frilly's corresponding foot. He quickly saw the logic of Daisy's approach and lifted his foot so that the nylon leg could be drawn up his leg to just below the knee. The she-male beauty then repeated this delicate procedure with his right leg, before beginning to draw the stocking up over the rest of his ultra-sensitive, baby smooth body.

  To his surprise, the soft nylon material expanded easily to cover his legs and plunge him almost immediately into the most wonderful whirlpool of tactile pleasure. His denuded, sensitised skin was enveloped in what felt like a thousand soft nylon kisses and a high pitched moan of pleasure seeped from his girlish, pink painted lips.

  'Oh my god,' he whispered. 'It's beautiful, so soft, so…'