'So feminine?' Ms Kane asked, her smile wide, triumph and sadistic. 'Yes, now perhaps you can begin to appreciate the pleasures of your fate, my pretty sissy.'
Frilly stared at her and nodded in helpless agreement as the long, sheer legs of the stocking were drawn with a teasing slowness over his always shapely legs towards the top of his thighs and his tightly restrained, iron hard cock.
Daisy rose to her feet as the legs of the stocking approached Frilly's upper thighs. He stared down at the she-male's large, rapidly rising and falling bosom and felt another wave of unbearable ecstasy crash over his body. He swayed with the shock of a profound and absolute pleasure. Then he felt Ms Kane's strong hands on his shoulders. Her powerful, sharp-edged perfume tortured his helplessly flaring nostrils.
'Yes, Frilly, it is pleasure on the verge on an almost unbearable pain – the pain of constant and inescapable frustration. Coming to terms with this pain will be your greatest challenge.'
Before he could even look at this astonishing, deeply impressive woman, a new challenge was upon him, for Daisy was now pulling the stocking up over his so deeply tormented, rubberised sex! He squealed with a blind fury as the so soft, teasing nylon fabric smothered his tightly restrained, desperate cock and began to work its way up over his hips and lower stomach. Ms Kane held him firm and upright as Daisy rose fully to her own high heeled feet and began to ease the wondrous stocking over his highly sensitised and baby smooth torso.
Eventually, Daisy gently eased his long, feminine arms into the gloved sleeve sections of the stocking and then carefully pulled the entire stocking up over his chest and shoulders, leaving him completely and beautifully immersed in the astoundingly erotic fabric.
Tears of angry and helpless pleasure trickled from his wide, sky blue eyes and he looked down at his body in delighted (and also terrified) astonishment. He was sealed in an opaque white nylon body suit from the tips of his toes and fingers all the way up to his neck. The sex drug made the normally arousing, ultra-soft fabric a truly divine sexual thrill. Never in his life had he experienced such immediate and deep pleasure! He gasped and fought another loud moan. He was lost in the depths of the profoundest sexual excitation. He was reborn in a pure, cosmically powerful sissy arousal.
Yet this dizzyingly erotic torment was far from complete. As he struggled to control the power of his reaction to such splendid nylon encasement, Daisy, her smile filled with her own angry sexual excitation, stepped closer still. Her large and perfect breasts, so carefully and deliberately revealed by the stunning yellow silk dress, brushed against his nylon teased chest and her hands slipped down over his lower stomach, their long nailed fingers testing the opaque skin tight material with casual sadism. Then, to his horror and astonishment, the hands were slipping into a previously unseen hole, a lace frilled circle that was only now revealing itself, a hole positioned directly over his wildly tormented, rock hard sex.
He squealed with a disturbingly feminine authenticity as Daisy took hold of his rubber sealed cock and began very gently to pull it through the vaginal slit, her eyes again never leaving his, eyes betraying burning desire and promising a future of perverse and beautiful pleasure.
Then it was out, revealed in its pink rubber sealed glory for all to see, the constant reminder of a maleness now consumed and enslaved by the delicate power of the Feminine.
Ms Kane smiled, Ms Erickson laughed and his stepmother's glacial eyes were warmed once again by a strange sexual arousal.
He stood before them, a strange sissy manifestation of paradoxical fertility, his large, always impressive sex both the height of masculine reality and its fantastic destruction, his body a whirl pool of eroticised physical being in a world of pure sex.
'Now the corset and the one-piece, I think,' Ms Kane said, her smile filled with cruel triumph.
Daisy curtsied and tottered to the large, white wardrobe, each high heeled step a gloriously provocative gesture that left poor, sex-crushed Frilly moaning with a dreadful, irresistible need.
Closer inspection revealed that the doors to the wardrobe were two long wooden panels, one of which Daisy slid back to reveal a startling collection of intricately perverse sissy dresses and associated attire. Frilly looked at this astonishing display with wide, desire streaked eyes, knowing he was witnessing another profound vision of his ultra-feminised future.
Before he had time to get a clear and detailed look at each of the dresses, Daisy leant forward and quickly extracted a striking, pink satin little girl's dress and, from a drawer beneath the row of dresses, some strange form of pink rubber foundation wear. She then turned on her high heels and wiggle-minced back towards Frilly, her arms filled with the bizarre costume. As her plump, perfectly shaped bosom bounced and her long, white nylon sheathed legs moved quickly yet elegantly, Frilly felt a sexual love so deep it was both painful and ecstatic. His rubber enveloped sex strained forward, reaching out to this image of stunning she-male perfection, and he found himself once again moaning with a helpless yet also dangerous abandon.
'She really is making far too much noise,' Ms Kane snapped.
'Let me deal with it,' Ms Erickson responded, a cruel, sex-framed smile passing across her beautifully angular and pale features. 'Just give me a minute.'
She then slipped from the room, disappearing through the main entrance with a purposeful, threatening haste.
Frilly watched Ms Erickson's departure and knew nothing good would come of it. Yet any further contemplation of Ms Erickson's plans was brought to a sudden halt by Daisy's gorgeous presence.
The she-male beauty placed the strange dress and what was now revealed as a pink rubber mini-corset on the dressing table. She took up the corset and brought it over to Frilly. She held the corset out before the sissy and smiled broadly.
'Turn around,' she whispered, her eyes burning with the fire of an intense and inescapable sexual need.
Frilly obeyed, his heart pounding, his sex screaming for an impossible release. Then he felt the slender, but surprisingly strong mini-corset being wrapped around his waist and laced firmly and very tightly in place. The corset covered the space between his lower stomach and the upper edge of his rib cage, and as it was tightened, he felt the air forced from his lungs.
'The disciplinary power of the corset is a vital part of the sissy's education,' Ms Kane explained to Mrs Parsons. 'Figure training is, for the sissy, a powerful symbol of the absolute oppression of masculinity.'
The sense of constriction provided by the corset was inevitably erotic, adding to the restrictive caress of the fiendish restrainer and the deceptively soft and teasing pressure of the gorgeous, teasing body stocking.
As Frilly considered the corset, Daisy took the bizarre, spectacular dress from the chair and held it aloft. Frilly's eyes widened with concern and arousal as she fought to understand its design. Luckily, Ms Kane was at hand to explain.
'A one piece suit designed in close consultation with your mother, my pretty,' she said, her voice a whiplash across his delicately hosed bottom. 'A rather splendid and highly appropriate creation for such a pretty little girl.'
The dress was, in fact, not a dress at all, but the fusion of a pair of short, pink silk hot pants with a spectacular, exactly matching silk shirt. The legs of the pants were heavy be-frilled with thick pick lace, as were the sleeves. The shirt itself was lined vertically with gorgeously thick and intricate silk ruffles and its arms were beautifully puffed towards the padded shoulder area. Its neck was very high and lined with the same large white pearl buttons then run exactly down its centre (through the dead centre of the widest of the ruffles).
Daisy loosened the disc-like buttons from the very top of the neck right down to the edge of the pants section. She then opened up the strange costume like a glove and told Frilly to step into it. The increasingly pliable sissy obeyed without the slightest gesture of hesitation, betraying both a fascination with this latest piece of ultra-feminine attire and also an increasing desire for his sissification.
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The women, currently Ms Kane and his gorgeous step-mother, watched with their own fascinated eyes as Daisy drew the leg sections up over Frilly's perfectly shaped, nylon sheathed thighs and then over his cruelly exposed, rubber-sealed cock and balls. Daisy helped Frilly slip his hosed arms into the long, puffed sleeves and then close the blouse section over his body like a beautiful silk shell. He felt the soft French lace frills of the high neck tickle the bottom of his chin and sighed with a terrible, confessional pleasure. As Daisy began to button up the strange sissy suit, he felt his soul melt and his will dissolve. The pleasure was hyper-intense, the sense of ultra-femininity far too powerful to resist and his future as a beautiful sissy slave was ensured.
As Daisy completed the buttoning at his neck, Ms Erickson returned. She beheld Frilly with impressed eyes and a wide, cruel smile.
'My, what a striking image. What a beauty!'
'Yes, she really is rather special,' Ms Kane said, her voice strangely quiet, even reflective.
'She'll be even more beautiful properly gagged,' Ms Erickson said, stepping closer to the stunned form of the helplessly lovely sissy.
Frilly stared into her cold green eyes, seeing a terrible power and a complete lack of sympathy.
She had damned her poor sissy son to the ultimate transformation without a thought, and now she intended to have her dark, kinky fun with poor Frilly.
'Open up, she whispered, her voice a pure, terrifying threat.
Frilly obeyed immediately and felt something very soft and damp pressed deep into his mouth, something warm and deliciously intimate.
'Fresh from my sex,' she whispered, her eyes eating up his shock and excitement. 'Enjoy!'
Gagged with her panties, he moaned with pleasure and exquisite humiliation. His sex stretched angrily against its inescapable restraint and a wave of aching frustration tensed every muscle in his sissified form. He tasted her most intimate secrets, sharp, pungent, beautiful.
'I suggest a thick strip of sissy tape,' Ms Kane said, as Ms Erickson stepped back to admire the bizarre, yet still strangely beautiful figure of Frilly, the delicate, wildly aroused sissy doll these stunning women were dressing with such cruel enthusiasm.
Daisy meanwhile had returned to the deep drawers of the dressing table and found a roll of what appeared to be thick, pink coloured duct tape. She passed the tape to Ms Erickson with a brief, dainty curtsey.
'We have this stuff made especially for silencing naughty, noisy sissies,' Ms Erickson said, pulling a long strip from the roll.
Frilly stared at the tape and remembered how it had so completely and inescapably covered the mouths of a number of the other sissies presented so alluringly and cruelly on the stage.
'It's made with a special adhesive that reacts with and is actually strengthened by salvia. Once in place, it can only be removed through the application of a special gel.'
Ms Erickson then snipped the strip free of the roll with a pair of gleaming scissors.
'Lips together,' she ordered. 'Nice and tight.'
Poor Frilly obeyed with a pounding heart and the stiffest sex in the world. The sweet scent of the pink lipstick filled his girlishly flairing nostrils and then Ms Erickson carefully, but firmly spread the wide, thick strip of tape over his soft, helplessly pouting lips.
As his mouth was sealed tightly once again, his eyes strayed to his beautiful mother and he saw her deep and perverse desire. Suddenly the thought of being gagged like this before her, being so intricately and wildly feminised, being so delicately feminine and helpless…suddenly this was the most erotic thing in the world. A new wave of severe, soul possessing sexual pleasure engulfed his sissy form and with it came a sudden surge of almost unbearable happiness.
As Ms Erickson pressed her hand again the tape and sealed his lips with a cruel, aroused smile, he swooned with a dreadful, deeply loving pleasure and Ms Kane's eyes widened with triumph.
'Yes, my pretty sissy petal, it's so lovely.'
He nodded helplessly and her smile widened. He was theirs…totally.
Once the tape had been secured, Ms Kane stepped closer to examine her strange sissy creation. Daisy had buttoned the sissy suit tightly into place over his hosed and corseted form and he stared down at this striking work of dark art enveloping his tormented body with helplessly desiring eyes. Yes, it was beautiful and almost painfully erotic. He found himself pressing his nylon sheathed hands over its simmering, soft, sensual surface and feeling a sense of real pleasure in his elaborate and bizarre feminisation.
'She certainly seems to be enjoying herself,' Ms Erickson said.
Mrs Parsons nodded and smiled, her distraction indicating a careful contemplation of the potential offered for the future.
'Get his sex properly positioned and then let's get the wig and gloves sorted,' Ms Kane said. 'And the boots. Then we can show our latest creation off to the ladies.'
From then on everything went much faster. They had been here – in the Silken Illusion Boutique – for perhaps two hours, and it was clear the timetable for this great, twisted, wonderful changing was slipping slightly.
When he had looked down at the fit of the erotic sissy suit, he had noticed a long, trunk-like flap positioned at the centre of the pants and now, as Daisy set to work, it quickly became apparent this was in fact a final ultra-kinky sheath.
The pants section of the suit was extremely tight, especially around Frilly's very shapely, petite backside, and his large hard cock was outlined in tight relief across the front. Daisy knelt down before him and began to ease his sex towards the dangling flap, a process that inspired a series of helplessly desperate and very girlish moans through the tightly sealed, deliciously fresh panty gag. But, eventually, Daisy, her hands expert, her eyes filled with a deep, fierce desire, managed to slip Frilly's impressive sex into the long, gleaming flap. The women failed to resist loud, mocking laughter as the flap suddenly became a long, rigid tube, a rapidly inflating sex balloon.
Frilly looked down at this new, bizarre manifestation, and his pretty blue eyes widened with embarrassment and excitement in equal proportions.
Daisy lent back slightly as Frilly's rampant, tightly restrained sex reared up before her, but then she quickly composed herself and set about securing this wayward sex beast. She grasped it firmly, inspiring a further well gagged moan of angry arousal, and then delicately revealed two slender ribbons running down its hard, taut length that were in fact attached directly to its now bulging head. With the ribbons still in her hand, she rose gracefully onto her high-heeled feet and very slowly guided one of the two lengths of ribbon through a silk eye band attached to the top of the pants section, just at the edge of Frilly's corseted stomach. She pulled the second length through the eye in the opposite direction. This had the immediate effect of pulling the encased, imprisoned sex upright and flat against the pants. She then bound the two lengths of ribbon together in a fat bow and stood back to admire her dark, kinky handiwork.
Frilly looked down at his tethered, rubber and silk enveloped sex and saw the simple cruelty of the suit's design. His layered cock would now be on display in its helpless, furious tumescence at all times, this large, stiff symbol of male virility, permanently erect thanks to the sex drug and the ministrations of the vibrator, would become, paradoxically, the most powerful representation of his wickedly imaginative and total sissification.
The women clapped Daisy's speedy genius and then the gorgeous, buxom she-male returned to the dressing table and a large, blonde wig resting on a pink coloured plastic stand. She gently removed the wig from the stand and returned to Frilly. He stared down at this glowing mass of soft feminine envelopment and felt his heart jump with a mysteriously powerful sexual excitement.
The wig was, given the intensely infantile nature of Frilly's feminisation, surprisingly adult. Indeed, it was a carefully designed recreation of the look made famous by a variety of fifties and sixties film stars: thick, carefully sculpted waves flowing seamlessly from a never quite seen sourc
e towards a never quite seen destination. Here was the soft, teasing eternity of his feminine future.
With a reassuring smile, Daisy, her large, perfectly formed breasts once again pressing against Frilly's desperately heaving chest, gently slipped the wig over his shaven, painted head and carefully manoeuvred it into position, her sensual smile widening with delight as the striking truth of Frilly's transformation became absolutely apparent, a smile replicated by the beautiful, cruel women.
His eyes once again met those of his gorgeous step mother and found genuine surprise. He felt his cock attempt to stiffen even more against its taught prison cell of taught latex rubber and realised that his feminisation gave him, in some strange way he couldn't yet articulate, a power, a potential of control and influence.
Daisy stepped back, her own astonishment increasing, her eyes widening with a deep sexual attraction.
This moment of strange elation and surprise was brief and ended with Daisy mincing back to the dressing table. From beside the wig stand she took a small, white silk bag. She unzipped it and extracted a pair of gloves, pink silk lined and fingerless. Not really gloves, but mittens, beautiful, glistening silk mittens.
She came back over to Frilly and quietly ordered him to hold out his hands. He stared at her with desiring eyes, smiled nervously and obeyed. She slipped the first mitten over his right hand. The inside of the mitten was lined with soft, but firm and thick rubber, and as it was pulled up over his hand, it became apparent that its main purpose was to immobilise the fingers, to make the hand useless as tool of manipulation.
As soon as the mittens were in place, secured tightly at the wrists with lengths of matching pink silk ribbon, Daisy turned expectantly to her beautiful, cruel eyed mistress.
'The boots, Daisy,' Ms Kane whispered, her own voice clearly distracted by the striking reality of Frilly.
Daisy hesitated a second then performed another brief bob curtsey before returning to the dressing table. From beneath it she pulled a long pink cardboard box and placed it upon the leather backed stool. She removed the lid and extracted a pink leather ankle boots of truly exquisite design.
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