Silken Tales
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By the time the very reluctant she-male had finished the third bottle, his eyes were glazed with a savage and all pervasive sex heat, and his mind, already locked in a prison of relentless sissy humiliation, was submerged in a thick slick of dark and angry desire.
Soon, Sister Amelia placed the third empty bottle back on the glass tank and then very gently untied Chrissie's stockinged and bootied ankles and his knees. She then detached the tubes running from the tanks to his sex and arse, leaving two absurd rubber tails running from both sides of the thick frou-frou petticoating. Then she helped him to his weakened, numb legs. He moaned with pain and relief and shuffled forward out of the pen, his arms still trussed tightly behind his back. With Sister Amelia's help, he managed to move very awkwardly over to the cot, where the black beauty and Aunt Valerie began to undress him.
Thus the late afternoon ritual of "bedtime" began, as it began every day after his evening feed. Even though it was just after 6.00pm, he would be tightly tucked up in the cot before seven, and thanks to the sedative in the formula, he would sleep a deep, dreamless sleep until 6.00am the next morning.
It took maybe ten minutes to strip him completely naked, to remove his remaining bonds and every item of sissy attire. Eventually, he stood before them in only the bright crimson coat of humiliation covering his face and the rubber cock glove imprisoning his large, very stiff sex, plus the large, silver coloured ring that was permanently fixed very tightly around his bulging, rubber-encased balls.
Poor sissy Chrissie. Naked and totally exposed. Every hair had been removed from his body by special depilatory creams. The cream had also made his rose coloured, silky smooth skin ultra-sensitive. The formula had provided him with a pair of small, but growing teenage girl's breasts and made his skin not just ultra-sensitive but beautifully soft. His buttocks had begun to widen and curve, and there was now a real hint of broadening, womanly hips.
He thus made a very strange spectacle. A bald headed, soft featured and helplessly feminine creature somewhere between a boy and a girl: a true sissy.
As usual, the women carefully examined his budding bosom, the product of the hormone treatments and nightly injections.
'They really are coming along wonderfully,' Aunt Valerie whispered, her dark eyes filled with a cruel arousal.
'Yes, no doubt about it. By the end of the third month you will be ready for enlargement surgery, and then, within a few weeks, you'll have two gorgeous 40 inch whoppers!'
Sister Amelia's words inspired loud, mocking laughter from the two women and tears of despair from the helpless, hopeless sissy. Yet he knew any protest would be repaid with brutal and extended punishment, and the only sign of resistance was the fresh tears welling up in his pretty, girlish eyes.
His longer term fate had already been described to him in teasing detail by Aunt Valerie. At the end of a three month "Phase 1", he would be subject to extensive plastic surgery, including the breast enhancements, and then placed on a further three month "maid training programme". By the beginning of 'Phase 2', he would, thanks to the babification treatment, be would a passive, obedient and eager sissy, his desire the tool which would drive his further, more elaborate feminisation. He would be removed from the Nursery and set to work as Aunt Valerie's personal maid. Sexy, intricate maid's costumes and a vast array of associated fetish wear had already been purchased and stored in the gloriously feminine bedroom that was being prepared for him. His helpless fetish for nylon hose would be extended via one of his essential daily duties as Valerie's maid: the care and management of her clothing. His addiction to his Aunt's sensual wardrobe would be at the very core of his desire to submit absolutely to her will, an addiction that would be developed and transferred when, at the end of Phase 2, he would be returned to the care of his beautiful, long suffering mother. Yes, eventually, pretty sissy Chrissie would be the eager and beautiful daughter/maid of Barbette, and Valerie's highly enjoyable task would be complete.
As the tears trickled down poor Chrissie's crimson cheeks, his rock hard, rubberised sex stared up at the two beautiful, wicked women, the connector tube running from its bulging head like a strange back-to-front tail, The other tube, the one connected to the vibrator, resembled a more traditional tail, dangling between his long, feminine legs in an utterly humiliating manner that also brought a cruel smile to Aunt Valerie's voluptuous, cherry red lips.
'Now,' his Aunt continued, 'let's get you ready for bed.'
With Sister Amelia's help, Aunt Valerie laid Chrissie out on his back on the rubber sheet. With his head pointing towards the window, he stared angrily and fearfully at the ceiling. He knew very well what was about to happen, he knew that this next humiliation would be both unbearable and intensely exciting. As on so many other occasions in this strange, dark Nursery, he would be both utterly appalled and helplessly aroused.
Aunt Valerie then proceeded to take one of his slender, dainty ankles and lift it into the air. At the end of cot by Chrissie's feet was a pine board, and fitted to each corner was a white leather shackle. She pulled his left leg upward and then slipped his foot through the corresponding shackle. She then buckled it tightly into place. She repeated the process with the second shackle, so that poor Chrissie was left lying on his back with his legs pulled wide apart and raised at a forty five degree ankle, very much like a pregnant woman about to give birth.
She then set about very gently removing the rubber restrainer from his rigid, tormented sex. She began by slipping her hands beneath his fat, hot balls and unclipping the ring that held the restrainer in a tight, unyielding embrace. He sighed with relief as the pressure on his testicles was briefly removed, a sigh that quickly transformed into a gasp of fear and pleasure as his Aunt slipped her long, blood red finger nails beneath the edge of the rubber that gripped his testicles and began to gently unroll it. The gasp, in turn, transformed into a squeal of fear and fierce pleasure as she slipped the rubber off his balls and then began to peel it from the burning flesh of his hard, angry cock.
Eventually, she managed to extract the fiendish rubber device and its strange tubular tail from the head of his sex and place it in a small pink bucket at the foot of the cot. She then quickly donned a pair of pink rubber gloves and set to work removing the vibrator.
This was both a painful and exciting process. Painful due to the fact that a new, wider and longer vibrator was inserted at the end of each week, to ensure that he was constantly stretched and teased. By the end of Phase 1 there was a very real expectation that Chrissie would be able to accommodate a substantial male sex organ.
More squeals followed, but, after five minutes of careful manipulation, the kinky, fiendishly clever device was pulled free of his long tormented and teased anus and also assigned to the bucket.
'There, there, Chrissie,' Aunt Valerie whispered. 'You'll soon be snug as a bug in a rug.'
Sister Amelia laughed and stepped forward, the large, terrifying syringe held in her white rubber gloved hands.
Chrissie looked at the syringe, as he had looked at it every afternoon for the past two months, and his pretty little girl eyes filled with a deep, black terror. A cry of horror dribbled from his lips and Sister Amelia warned him to remain silent. Then she lent forward between his legs and carefully inserted the glistening needle into his thigh, just opposite his right testicle.
The poor sissy released a familiar high pitched squeal of pain and fear, and then the powerful solution of female hormones was injected into his body.
It was all over in less than a minute, but by the end of it Chrissie was sobbing loudly. Yet these sobs were easily stifled; for as soon as Sister Amelia removed the syringe and stepped back, Aunt Valerie quickly removed from her skirt pocket the sensual, teasing gloves that always guaranteed Chrissie's immediate attention. Made from sheer white nylon, the very same material as the body stocking, the gloves were used for a single, simple purpose: the evening milking.
As she peeled off the rubber gloves, his eyes fixed firmly on her long, elegant
hands. She smiled warmly at him and then slipped them into the pretty nylon gloves. He squealed with a desperate anticipation and his large, hard cock twitched hungrily.
But before the milking, there was the apparatus of milking. Also from her skirt pocket, she took what looked like the finger of a clear latex glove. She then picked up the glass vial. She slipped the thinner end of the finer over the vial's thin head and lent down between his legs. She carefully slipped the wider end of the glove over the bulbous, purple head of his cock. She then released the vial and it fell between his legs. Taking a deep, teasing breath, she then slipped a nylon encased hand around his sex and began, very slowly, to massage it.
He gasped and moaned. His thigh muscles tightened and his bottom raised up off the rubber sheet. She lent forward a bit more to ensure that Chrissie got a very full view of her splendid bosom and then began to whisper her hypnotist's words, the secret instructions which every night shank a little deeper into his mind and helped ensure his eventual complete and permanent sissification.
'You looked so lovely this evening, Chrissie. Auntie was so pleased with you. You really are quite gorgeous in your lovely baby wear. And just think, my pretty petal: this is only the beginning. Imagine all the pretty, sexy clothes that await you, all the wondrous varieties of tights and stockings, the sexy, silky panties, the highest of heels, the shortest of skirts. Imagine the fun you'll have. Imagine all the secret, kinky dreams that have been hiding behind those pretty eyes suddenly turned into spectacular reality. And imagine the fun we are going to have together. Imagine all my lovely clothes, all in your care, my sweet. Eventually, I may even let you choose the tights I wear. And at the end of each day, I'll wrap them into a tight, tasty ball and gag you. Just imagine that!'
By the time he was imagining it, he was also squealing with a furious animal pleasure and wiggling desperately under her expert ministrations.
'It's what you want, Chrissie, isn't it. Tell me, tell your auntie. Confess.'
Then, just before he game, he shouted an angry, dark "YES!". But there was also something else, something they had never heard before. 'It's all I've ever wanted. I love it! Please put me in nappies, in panties, in tights. Let me worship you! Oh please, auntie. Pleeeeease!'
Then he exploded. Sister Amelia stepped forward, a smile of utter triumph lighting up her gorgeous face, and held him firmly in place as thick, cream coloured semen spurted from his sex and into the vial. He jerked and wiggled for a good 2 minutes, crying, begging, laughing, in a state of extreme ecstasy. Then his struggles slowed and, eventually, he fell back onto the rubber mattress, spent, exhausted, shocked to the core of his fragile male being.
As he recovered, the women acted quickly. The injections and the Formula ensured that the period of flaccidness following orgasm was frighteningly brief. The vial and associated rubber finger were removed and Aunt Valerie handed it over to Sister Amelia. She smiled and then minced over to the room's wall of shelves, quickly returning with a fresh rubber restrainer and vibrator. Aunt Valerie removed the nylon gloves and replaced them with a pair of semi-transparent surgical gloves. She then picked up the jar of skin cream and scooped out a fingerful of the thick, pink coloured goo, before returning her attentions to Chrissie's already stiff sex.
Chrissie's entire manner had changed quite profoundly. His eyes, fixed to his beautiful aunt, were filled with a strange, desperate adoration and his body seemed surrounded by a static field of fierce sexual energy.
'We have reached a very important moment,' Sister Amelia said, looking down at the helpless, excited form of Chrissie. 'The breakthrough point. A powerful and irreversible psychic change. A combination of the drugs and the therapy, and his own innate masochism. His resistance has been completely overcome.'
'Please, Auntie,' Chrissie suddenly squealed, his voice riddled with a strange, deeply feminine need, his eyes wide with sex hunger. 'Please.'
'Now we must take this submission and mould it for our own purposes. That is what the next month will be all about, Valerie. Take his desire and use it to control him. The key to everything I have taught you.'
The beautiful brunette smiled and nodded.
'Oh please, Auntie Val. Please put me in panties and tights. I want nothing else. Make me your maid. Please!'
'There, there,' Aunt Valerie whispered, shocked by the force of Chrissie's pleadings.
Then Sister Amelia quickly took up her soiled nylon briefs, folded them into a ball with the gusset exposed outward and forced them deep into Chrissie's mouth. She the taped them firmly in place. His big blue eyes widened with deep masochistic pleasure and he wiggled his shapely sissy buttocks with a deeply feminine desperation.
'Unfortunately,' she said, as his desperate squeals filled the room, 'he will find it difficult to control this new submissive reaction. He will plead and beg constantly for fetishistic sexual pleasure, tight bondage and feminisation. The necessity for fat and effective gags at all times will become painfully obvious.'
Aunt Valerie laughed and then began, very gently, to smoother Chrissie's rock hard cock in a layer of the skin cream. The sissy squealed and bucked and once again Sister Amelia held him firmly in place. Yet this was no new masturbatory tease. At this point in each day, after the restrainer had been removed and Chrissie had been milked, his cock was gently "lubricated" and the restrainer replaced.
The pretty, helpless sissy moaned furiously into the fat, pungent panty gag and stared up at his gorgeous, all powerful Aunt. Now all sign of fear and anger had gone. Now there was only the glaze of sex and a very deep look of love. Aunt Valerie smiled gently at her she-male charge and contemplated the pleasures that would be hers in the coming months. Amelia had made it clear that once Chrissie was under complete control, they would begin training him not just in the domestic arts, but also in the skills required of a true sex slave. Soon, he would learn to bring her prolonged oral pleasure, both at her breasts and between her legs. The thought made her even wetter than she already was!
After the scented cream had been massaged deep into his cock, she gently removed the outer layer with a baby wipe and then teasingly slid the fresh rubber restrainer back over his hot, red and very hard cock. The baby girl squeals increased in volume, and in a few terrible seconds the rubber device was tightly hugging his sex cock and balls, the strange rubber tube head emerging from his bulbous helmet like a bizarre mutant sex snake.
She then used the KY jelly to lubricate his back passage, another part of his daily ritual and one which inspired even more well-gagged squeals of ecstasy. Then there was the new vibrator. The largest yet. A kinky masterpiece of rubber and plastic that she gently slid between his legs and nudged very carefully into the darkness of his already well stretched arse.
'Just think,' Sister Amelia teased, 'you can nearly take a full grown man. I bet you can't wait to have a real dick deep inside you.'
Poor Chrissie turned towards the beautiful black nurse, his eyes wide. Where in the past, and even a few minutes ago, this cruel jibe would have inspired squeals of outrage and anger, now there was only a slight, aroused nod and even wider, contemplative eyes.
'Don't worry, Chrissie,' she continued, 'by the time we've finished with you, the boys will be fighting each other to get into your sheer nylon hose and pretty silk panties.'
Once the vibrator had been forced deep within him, Chrissie was released from his shackles and helped to stand. Still squealing furiously, his cock a giant rubber pole swaying angrily before his beautiful female captors, Sister Amelia held him in place while Aunt Valerie removed the rubber sheet and then took up the delightfully sexy white nylon body stocking.
Chrissie took one look at this fetishistic masterpiece and began to nod furiously.
'I think he's very keen to be put into the stocking tonight, Val,' Sister Amelia teased, her sensual American accent further inflaming poor Chrissie's angry sex.
Aunt Valerie laughed and then helped the deeply agitated sissy to step into the soft, scented stocking.
The stocking had one single leg that was drawn up his own two shapely, silky smooth legs, forcing them tightly together and thus pushing the already buzzing vibrator deeper into his expanding anus. It was quickly pulled up over his torso and then his arms were slipped into the stocking's two arm sections, which ended in two seamless and fingerless glove sections, thus covering all his body below his neck in a sexy, ultra sheer film of soft, rose scented white nylon.
As the poor, tormented sissy moaned with a terrible, dark and endless pleasure into the fat, inescapable panty gag, Aunt Valerie slipped a gloved hand through a small, lace-frilled hole positioned exactly over his restrained penis and pulled the hard, rubber sheathed organ through it. Chrissie squealed with shock and awful pleasure. His sex was carefully positioned so that it rose out of his crotch like an erotic flower emerging from a blanket of perfumed snow, at its centre the strange outer stem of the rubber tube.
Sister Amelia then turned Chrissie around, allowing Aunt Valerie to concentrate on the sissy's pretty, perfectly shaped bottom. A further lace edged hole was positioned exactly where the other tube connected to the end of the vibrator rested between his buttocks. She slipped her left hand into the hole and gently extracted the tube.
She then stepped back to admire her handiwork, a smile of triumph and dark amusement lighting up her beautiful face.
Sister Amelia and Aunt Valerie then carefully laid their moaning sissy charge out on his back on the silk lined cot mattress. Once he was appropriately positioned, Sister Amelia returned to the wardrobe to retrieve the binding ribbons.