‘I can’t believe it. I never…’
There was sadness in his eyes now. Sadness and guilt, and a sense of self-hate. But this would fade, as it always did, and the fire of desire would soon replace it.
He slid his cock back into his trousers, zipped himself up and stood. We faced each other.
‘I want to see you again,’ he said, his voice cut through with a boyish nervousness.
I nodded and smiled. Then he leant forward and took my head in his hands. I swooned with a delightful sense of feminine helplessness as he very gently kissed me. I felt my knees buckle and then opened my mouth to take his desperate, probing tongue. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me tightly to him. His cock was already hard again and pressing against my stomach.
He then almost faded from the room and back into the empty classroom. I pulled up my panties and trousers, smoothed over my clothes and contemplated what had happened, a very large smile spreading over my soft, feminine face.
Five
I told my aunt everything that very night. I was home by 4 p.m. and fully made up and dressed in my elegant, sexy maid’s attire by 5 p.m. As I minced into the living room on my deliciously high heels, where my aunt was enjoying a late afternoon cocktail, I performed a deep curtsey before her and promptly burst into tears.
She looked up from her drink, genuine concern in her lovely autumnal eyes.
‘What on earth’s the matter, Shelly?’
I had spent the day contemplating the amazing events of the morning. Despite my initial happiness, I quickly began to regret what had happened. Increasingly powerful waves of guilt washed over me and I struggled to concentrate, fighting back tears of worry and confusion mixed with yet more teasing thoughts of handsome Dominic. The more I regretted my actions, the more excited I became, and the more I wanted to repeat them. Never had any one thing made me feel so terribly exposed and feminine and, paradoxically, powerful. And now, in my sissy attire, bent in this classically submissive posture before my gorgeous Aunt Jane, all the agitation had suddenly come to a terrible, explosive head.
‘There’s a boy,’ I spluttered, rising from the curtsey.
Concern changed to interest and then to amusement. ‘A boy at school?’ she asked, her eyes alight with cruel fascination.
‘Yes. I…’
‘You what?’
‘I…pleasured him.’
Her smile widened. ‘Did he make you…pleasure him?’
‘No. No…I wanted to. I did it without him asking.’
Then my aunt burst out laughing. ‘Good God!’ she bellowed. ‘You’re even kinkier than I thought!’
My sobs increased and I considered tottering from the room in despair.
‘Did he like being pleasured?’
I fought back my sobs and nodded. ‘Yes. And he wants to see me again.’
My aunt nodded. Her smile became more focused as she pondered this new information.
‘Do you want to see him again?’
I nodded, then curtsied.
‘How much?’
‘Very much, Mistress.’
‘So you liked it…you liked sucking him?’
Another quick curtsey.
My aunt considered this and I felt my face burn a deep crimson through the thin layer of pale foundation. Yet even in this moment of supreme humiliation, there was arousal, and as I swayed before her in my ultra-feminine finery, my sex struggled furiously within its layers of cruel restraint.
There was a strange, terrible silence, a silence enveloped in the static electricity of anticipation. My hosed thighs squeezed together nervously and pushed the constantly teasing butt plug deeper into my gradually widening arse. I moaned and was suddenly beset by thoughts of a semi-naked Dominic standing over me, whip in hand, as I kneeled tightly bound and gagged before him, dressed in the sissiest outfit imaginable, awaiting my well-deserved punishment.
‘Bring him here.’
My aunt’s words exploded this bizarre fantasy and I gasped in surprise.
‘I’m sorry, Mistress?’
‘Bring him to meet me.’
‘But…’
‘No buts, Shelly. Invite him to dinner. You can serve him and I can explain the true nature of your feminisation.’
My mouth fell open in horror, but I still curtsied my understanding. Then I was ordered into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
For the rest of the evening, I served Aunt Jane with my usual dedication and care. I noticed her watching me on more than one occasion and tried to hide my terror at the thought of asking Dominic to dinner.
At bedtime, I was taken to my room and made to strip down to my restrained sex. My aunt very casually ran a long, red-nailed index finger down its tormented length and I squealed for mercy.
‘Please,’ I begged, just as Dominic had begged, my soul crushed by need. ‘Please, Mistress.’
‘Oh no,’ she said, her voice a terribly deliberate torment. ‘Not tonight, petal. You have to save up all that sissy spunk for your new boyfriend.’
‘But I haven’t been…released for nearly two weeks. It’s driving me mad.’
‘And at the edge of madness is insight.’
She was dressed in a knee-length black cotton dress, a tight black nylon sweater, black tights and heels. She looked quite wonderful and I wanted her so very badly.
She threw back the covers and told me to lie on the bed. I obeyed, my whole body shaking with sex fury. I then watched in a quiet agony as she pulled up her skirt and pulled down her tights and panties. Then she turned and very carefully lowered her backside over my face.
As my tongue touched the tip of her splendid arse, I knew the night was only just beginning.
* * *
It took me all the next day to find a moment to talk to Dominic alone. It wasn’t until most of the students were leaving the school that I discovered him in a deserted corridor. He looked at me with his large blue eyes and I felt my stomach turn with fear and desire. I could see nothing but a terrible need in his eyes, a need that was tormenting his soul.
I tottered up to him and smiled. He returned the smile – soft, gentle, even loving.
‘My aunt wants to meet you,’ I whispered.
His expression changed to shock. “What!’
‘I told her everything. She wants to meet you.’
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into an empty classroom. The sense of power he gave off was a sex tonic and I gasped with masochistic pleasure.
‘How could you tell her!’ he snapped, pinning me against a wall. ‘How could you tell anyone!’
‘I have to tell her everything. I’m…’
My voice trailed off into an emptiness of dreaded confession.
‘You’re what?’
‘I’m her maid, her slave. I do whatever she tells me. I have no secrets from her.’
He looked at me as if looking at some beloved alien creature, some exotic sex toy from another world. I felt a bolt of sex lightning strike my heart as I realised my confession was turning him on.
Then he leant forward and kissed me, a deep, long kiss that filled me with an immediate sensual bliss. I fell into his arms and felt his cock stiffen against my body. My hand slipped over the front of his trousers and gently caressed his sex and he gasped with a brutal pleasure.
‘Please come,’ I whispered. ‘Tomorrow night. My aunt is very beautiful, and very special. And then you’ll be able to see me…dressed properly.’
He gently pushed me back and blushed. ‘I don’t know. I’ll need to ask my foster mother.’
I already knew this was another thing Dominic and I shared: we were both orphans.
‘Tell her you’re going to a friend’s house. That you’ll be back by 10 p.m. Think of the fun we can have.’
He nodded slowly, his eyes returning to mine, pondering the word ‘fun’. ‘All right. I’ll see what I can do.’
Two hours later, he took me to one side in another semi-deserted corridor, facing me for only a moment an
d whispering ‘I’ll be there. 7 p.m.’
He rushed off and I tried to avoid fainting with sissy excitement.
When I told my aunt, she smiled mysteriously and then questioned me very closely about Dominic. I assumed her interest in him was all part of the consolidation of her new regime of strict control – that she would use Dominic as another tool in my rapidly progressing transformation into her simpering sissy maidservant.
However, that night she was surprisingly relaxed around me, even overlooking one or two slight errors that would have normally inspired a spanking, a fact that left me somewhat disappointed, and even more so when I was sent to bed without either a requirement to service her or one of my increasingly infrequent milkings. Indeed, without the sadomasochistic ritual which had become so much a part of my daily life, I found myself lying in my bed, in one of my prettiest, sexiest baby doll nighties, fighting back thoughts of Dominic and my beautiful, dominant aunt, my tightly restrained sex complaining bitterly in its silken panty prison.
* * *
The next day was a slow-burning torture of terrible anticipation. Unable to concentrate, I watched each second tick painfully by, fighting an increasing sense of physical and mental discomfort. I saw Dominic briefly in the morning, but he avoided my hungry gaze and for a lot of the day I was convinced he would not come, terrified of the consequences, appalled by the strange relationship that was developing between us.
But he did turn up, and bang on time. And when his beautiful blue eyes beheld me, they nearly popped out of his handsome head. For Aunt Jane had insisted that I dress very specially for my male visitor. As soon as I had returned from school, I found myself very quickly stripped naked (except, of course, for the rings, the restrainer and the terribly teasing plug) and placed under a steaming hot shower. I shaved and soaped my increasingly soft and feminine form and, under Aunt Jane’s expert supervision, I was enveloped in a mist of powerful musk perfume before being presented with my costume for the evening.
First there was a very pretty pink nylon body stocking, its kiss against my re-sensitised skin incredibly exciting, a body-enveloping masterpiece of fetish wear that resembled the body stockings which had been my standard undergarment for many weeks now. Yet this stocking had the sexy addition of a white lace befrilled neck and sleeves, plus attached fingerless gloves made of exactly the same material. Over this was secured a white rubber mini-corset pulled to a new standard of tightness. Then, a gorgeous white silk mini-pinafore, also edged with pretty white lace, was tied in place around my waist. And if this wasn’t enough, my nylon-sheathed feet were then bound in a pair of pink patent leather ankle boots. Around the top of each boot was a row of tiny bells. White rubber, fingerless gloves were then tied over each hand.
Yet this was only the beginning of a very odd sissification. For as soon as the gloves were secured, I was placed before the dressing table and my face was returned to that of a sweet china doll using the thick white foundation, pink rouge and hot pink lipstick. Then, as I stared in renewed amazement at the reflection, at the vision Dominic would confront, my humiliation took on a new and deeply worrying form.
Smiling with a mysterious cruelty, my lovely aunt took a large pink cardboard box from beneath my bed. She placed the box on the table and removed the lid. From inside she took something that made my heart leap with fear and intense sexual trepidation: a large, beautifully designed and ultra-sissy bonnet cut from gorgeous pink satin and heavily frilled with white lace curls. Attached to each side of the bonnet was a long, thick length of sparkling silk ribbon.
I looked at my aunt in horror, a dreadful pleading in my eyes.
She laughed. ‘Yes, it’s for you, Shelly; so your boyfriend can see you all in your true sissy glory.’
My humiliation was to be terrible, fiendishly terrible. A tear welled up in my right eye, I felt my heart beat with genuine terror. I was to be presented to Dominic in a state of absolute babified sissification!
Yet even as gorgeous Aunt Jane very slowly slipped the lovely, soul-crushing bonnet over my daintily curled hair, my ordeal was not over. Once she had delicately positioned it, I could only watch in sissy astonishment as she proceeded to tie the two ribbons in a very fat bow at the tip of my snow-white chin, her sweater-imprisoned and heaving breasts only a few inches from my face, the beautiful smell of her tormenting my nostrils.
Once the bow had been tightly secured, she stepped back to admire her latest, very kinky handiwork. ‘Lovely,’ she whispered, her dark eyes streaked with arousal, ‘simply lovely.’
Then she opened a drawer in the dressing table and extracted from it the final terrible tool of sissy control, a symbol of my increasing descent into something approaching full babification. Her smile even wider, she held before me a large baby’s dummy, a fat, oblong teat set on a heart-shaped pink base, a teat that had been carefully ribbed and, without a single doubt, had been designed to resemble a phallus!
‘Open up, Shelly,’ Aunt Jane whispered, her pleasure in my increasing embarrassment and fear all too obvious.
I obeyed, of course, opening my mouth and allowing her to pop the surprisingly large dummy gag inside. She then tied it securely in place with two more lengths of pink silk ribbon, which were attached to the two sides of the plastic plate now held tightly against my stoppered, painted lips.
‘There,’ Aunt Jane whispered. ‘All ready for Dominic.’
I looked at her and released a muffled moan of fear. I shook my head very slowly, my wide eyes betraying considerable unease at being presented to Dominic in this strange semi-babified state.
‘Oh don’t be so silly, Shelly. You look perfectly divine. I’m sure Dominic will be very impressed. And if you behave yourself, he might even let you suck him off.’
Laughing, she pulled me to my high-heeled feet and led me tottering desperately behind her from the room, a chorus of sissy bells ringing out with each awkward mini-mince.
As I followed her downstairs, sobbing into the fat dummy gag, I noticed very quickly that without a panty girdle or a pair of panties, my tightly restrained sex was exposed to virtually full view, thanks mainly to the semi-transparent nylon material of the body stocking and the very short pinafore. Indeed, as I tottered along, it bounced merrily before me, a dreadful confession of the true nature of my desire and my helpless addiction to even this awfully humiliating sissy attire.
Yes, I was to be exposed and humiliated before Dominic. This was my aunt’s simple and terrible plan: to reveal me as the sissiest she-male imaginable in front of a young man for whom I had expressed a helpless desire.
The next ninety minutes were spent in a whirlpool of domestic servitude and terrible trepidation. My aunt helped me to prepare a suitably grandiose three course meal and lost no opportunity to intensify my humiliation and thus my arousal. I struggled as best as I could in the tight rubber mittens, but it was difficult not to be clumsy, and on more than one occasion I received a very hard slap to my nylon-sheathed buttocks, which were soon very red and almost permanently wobbling under the repeated blows.
I tottered between the kitchen and the dining room, the tiny bells tinkling, my buttocks bouncing, my sex wobbling before me like a meat sword of doom. Never had I felt so intensely feminine and submissive; never had I been so excited and so terrified!
In the kitchen, I found myself grabbing slight, teasing glimpses of my beautiful, dominant aunt between the endless series of chores. She was everything I had ever dreamed, what a true woman should be and much more, and I would do anything for her – anything. Including exposing myself in this strange babified costume before the young man who was in danger of becoming my gay lover.
Then a slight, nervous ring of the doorbell. I gasped into my gag, now strangely accustomed to its soft, teasing occupation of my mouth, and looked up anxiously at Aunt Jane. She smiled softly, even maternally.
‘There’s no need to worry, Shelly. I’m sure everything will be fine.’
She then ordered me into the living room. I
was to stand, legs tightly together, mittened hands behind my back, while she went to collect Dominic. As soon as he entered the room, I was to perform a deep curtsey of welcome.
I minced into the living room, accompanied by the tinkle of sissy bells, and Aunt Jane strolled off to answer the door.
I stood to attention by the sofa, sucking fearfully on my fat dummy, my hands behind my back, my sex rigid and stretching out in a very obvious and teasing manner from the front of the body stocking.
Then voices, my aunt’s soft, confident voice and the very nervous, uncertain voice of Dominic. I fought off a moan of terror and they walked into the room.
As soon as I saw Dominic, I performed a very deep curtsey that forced the tormenting, sensual butt plug deeper into my back passage, and then bobbed back to my high-heeled feet to discover Dominic staring at me in utter astonishment, his mouth open, his eyes wide, a look of pure, electric shock lighting up his handsome face.
‘Shelly chose the costume especially when she knew you were coming,’ Aunt Jane lied.
Poor Dominic had the look of a trapped animal and for a moment I was sure he was about to rush screaming from the room. But then my aunt took him by the hand, led him to the bar and asked if he wanted a drink.
The beautiful young man, clearly unable to believe either his ears or eyes, nodded weakly.
‘A glass of wine?’
He nodded again and Aunt Jane proceeded to pour him a glass of golden-coloured Chardonnay, which he took from her with shaking hands.
‘I’m so glad Shelly has finally found a friend. It can be very difficult when you’re a sissy.’
I blushed and stared down at my sexy pink boots. I felt a terrible sexual arousal as Dominic’s eyes fed hungrily on my feminised form.
‘He looks…fantastic,’ he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire and drink.
‘He? No, in this house, Shelly is most assuredly a she. But yes, you’re right, she does look fantastic.’
She then proceeded to describe in humiliating detail each item of clothing I was wearing, insisting all the while that I had begged her to be made as sissified as possible for Dominic. She even went as far as detailing the layers of cock restraint and the wicked intrusion of the butt plug.
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