As she took the greatest of pleasure in describing my feminisation, I looked up and met Dominic’s gaze. In his cool sky-blue eyes there was a powerful fire of need, a dreadful confession of kinky desire which I had first seen in the storage cupboard. I would have smiled, but the fat dummy gag prevented any kind of communication with my mouth. Yet my own gaze surely betrayed my true feelings.
The next twenty minutes were filled with the rituals of ecstatic humiliation. My gorgeous aunt pulled a stunned, but now more relaxed Dominic down onto the sofa and insisted I mince up and down before them, showing off my teasing sissy costume and helplessly feminine deportment.
As much as Dominic wanted to feast his eyes on this bizarre but very erotic spectacle, he also found his gaze constantly drawn to my aunt. It was clear that he had had no real idea just how very beautiful she was, and the spectacle of her crossed legs wrapped in sheer black hose emerging out of her short skirt was far too tasty to miss. As his gaze wandered, I felt a bitter pang of jealously, but even as I was teased by this dark, powerful emotion, I knew that this was all part of my aunt’s fiendish plan for the evening, all part of this intricate challenge to my submissive bliss, to the profound pleasure I now took in being a sissified maidservant.
Eventually, after two glasses of wine, my aunt led an already tipsy Dominic into the dining room and I was ordered to serve dinner. I did so with all the expertise of my recent training, and the meal was an organisational triumph. However, it was clear that Dominic was not used to drinking, and after four glasses of expensive Chardonnay he was very drunk.
During the meal, he told his own strange story with increasing confidence, his eyes never too far from mine and my pretty she-male form. He had spent the first three years of his life in an orphanage, having been abandoned by his mother soon after birth. Then he had been taken in by Ms Hartley, a local widow who my aunt knew quite well. She had acted as his foster mother for fifteen years. In his drunken state Dominic made it clear he found life with Ms Hartley more than a little challenging, describing her as a ‘tough old nut’ and a ‘bit of a dragon’.
As he confessed all, my aunt nodded patiently, smiling gently, encouraging him to drink more wine, her eyes straying to mine frequently and betraying a conspiratorial twinkle that made me feel even more uneasy. Then, suddenly, she unleashed a killer question, a whip crack in darkness that set the already tense atmosphere in the room alight.
‘So, how long have you been attracted to boys?’
Dominic coughed into his wine and nearly dropped the glass.
‘Sorry!?’
‘How long have you known that you’re…gay?’
‘Gay!’ he spluttered. ‘I’m not gay!’
My aunt laughed gently and pointed at me. ‘But what about Shelly, your little romance?’
Dominic spun around and faced me. I looked at him with both a terrible sympathy and a dreadful fear. Initially, there was anger in his eyes, but as soon as his gaze fell upon my delicately sissified form, they softened considerably.
‘He’s not…she’s not. I can’t explain it. But Mike’s not a…’
‘Not a boy?’
Still looking at me, he smiled slightly and nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘No, perhaps she isn’t. Perhaps she’s something in between. But if that’s the case, then what precisely are you?’
Again, he looked shocked, confused, angry. ‘I’m a boy, of course. Well, a man actually.’
Aunt Jane burst out laughing – loud, contemptuous laughter that made us both blush.
‘Really?’ she teased. ‘A boy who likes other boys who dress and act like little girls? I doubt it. In fact, I suspect at heart, you’re just as much a sissy as Shelly is.’
These teasingly harsh words were enough to make Dominic jump from his seat, red-faced, quite furious.
‘No! Absolutely not! How can you say such a thing!’
Her cruel smile widened. ‘How? I just have to look in your eyes. Now sit down.’
He ignored her and turned towards the door.
‘Sit down!’ my aunt suddenly shouted, her deep voice full of the spine-tingling authority that had, in these past few weeks, left me her helpless slave.
I was sure Dominic would now run from the house, but instead, he turned and, to my surprise, sat back down, his face strawberry red, his whole body shaking.
‘Good,’ she said, her tone now darker, threatening, the tone of a woman in total control. ‘Your aggression just proves my point, Dominic.’
She rose from the table like some fierce panther climbing out of tall jungle grass to seek out its latest prey.
‘Get down on your knees,’ she said, as I tottered meekly out of her way. ‘Get down on your knees and kiss my feet.’
Tears began to run down his crimson cheeks. He hesitated, then she shouted again, a loud, soul-crushing ‘NOW!’ And, amazingly, he obeyed her, slowly pulling himself up from the chair and kneeling down before this gorgeous, imperial woman. Tears splashing onto the carpet, he leant forward and pressed his lips against the gleaming black patent leather of her high-heeled court shoe. He then lifted his shaking head and repeated the process with her other shoe before being dragged back up to his feet and being made to stand before her, his hands behind his back, his head lowered in abject defeat, another helpless victim of my incredible Aunt Jane.
* * *
Ten minutes later he and I were standing to attention before my aunt in my room, our hands behind our backs, our hearts pumping with confusion and fierce arousal.
She beheld us with a strange mixture of sympathy and contempt.
‘It’s clear to me that what you see in Shelly is what you see in yourself. Like so many males, you hide your own desires in hatred and fear. Well, now’s your chance to let those desires out for a walk. You can start by stripping.’
Both of us looked up at Aunt Jane.
‘But…’
My aunt stepped forward and I flinched, sure she was about to strike Dominic. ‘Don’t make me punish you, boy.’
And so, under her piercing, all-powerful gaze, poor Dominic was made to strip. Suddenly, my world had turned upside down once again. How could this be? How could she have managed to force him into such a strange and deeply compromising position? I knew there was only one answer: because he wanted her to, because everything she had said about him was true.
Eventually, he stood before her in his black nylon underpants, his erection massive and desperate beneath them.
‘And the underpants,’ she snapped. ‘Quickly.’
Never taking his eyes from her, he then proceeded to slide the underpants over his sex and down his legs, eventually letting them slip over his knees and fall around his ankles. Then he faced her, his large, very hard cock terrible confession and a potent symbol of youthful male virility.
My aunt’s eyes widened, as did her smile. ‘Very nice. I can see why Shelly enjoyed sucking you off.’
He blushed, but didn’t move. He seemed to have found a strange confidence in his nakedness, and especially in this very blatant display of his particularly impressive manhood.
‘Now, Shelly will take you to the bathroom to be bathed and shaved. Then, we’ll see about a more fitting costume.’
I moaned into my gag, both surprised and not surprised. This was the fate she had planned for Dominic all along. He was to become my sissy companion, her new, simpering she-male slave. A sense of sudden and beautiful joy washed over me and I turned to face him.
His eyes were overwhelmed with a mixture of fear and desire, a mixture whose source I was now very much familiar with.
I took his surprisingly small hand in mine and led him towards the bathroom, his pulse pounding through both our bodies. Once in the bathroom, a look of terrible fear spread over his face, as if suddenly freed from the drug of my aunt’s beauty and imperial manner, he could see the cold light of a terrible day.
‘I can’t do this, it’s…I’ll…’
He looked at my sissified, gagged form,
his ice crystal-blue eyes filled with confusion and sexual hunger. Then I slowly ran a red-nailed index finger across the wide, long length of his cock and he squealed with shock and pleasure. I moaned into my dummy gag and then took a firm grip of his hot member and led him towards the shower.
He struggled in a terrible, tormented ecstasy as I bathed him, as I gently soaped every inch of his muscular, perfect form, spending perhaps too much time lathering his cock and balls and working my soap-covered hands between his buttocks. By the end of the shower, as I wrapped him in a large pink towel, his eyes were wide with a brutal sexual love and he sought out my body with a lover’s tense need. I shook my head gently and then set about helping him to shave every hair from his lovely form, a process that took much longer than usual with this handsome, violently aroused novice. But, after thirty minutes of teasing struggle, I had, thanks to the careful training received at the hands of my lovely aunt, reduced him to a silken skinned sissy, his flesh now ultra-sensitive, his cock rising up in all its naked glory, protected no longer by a very thick forest of blond pubic hair.
All of this happened in a strange, highly erotic silence, and it wasn’t until I took his hand again and began to lead him out of the bedroom, that he said anything.
‘This is so strange, I’m so…turned on.’
I turned to face him.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘I want you.’
I nodded and returned his desperate words with another gentle caress of his sex. He cried out and I took him into the bedroom.
Aunt Jane was standing by the bed, and on the bed, once again, was a stunning collection of sissy attire.
She smiled and ordered us to her side. I curtsied and led Dominic to his sissy doom.
‘You look quite lovely,’ she teased, her honey-brown orbs rolling wickedly over Dominic’s freshly shaven form. ‘But I’m sure you’ll look even lovelier once properly attired.’
Dominic looked down on the bed and his eyes widened in horror and amazement. Before him was a white nylon body stocking, a white elastane panty girdle, a white rubber mini-corset and a truly amazing white silk dress, a vast explosion of puffed sleeves, frills and petticoating that even I found astonishing.
‘But before the dressing,’ my aunt continued, ‘we have to bring you under a semblance of control.’
From the bedside table she then produced a familiar length of rubber, this one coloured snow white, but its function still obvious: a cock restrainer.
My aunt explained its purpose and then teased poor Dominic into the restrainer. He squealed and gasped and, at one point, I was forced to hold him still as this evil tool of ultimate female control was slid down over his bulging balls. The rings were then clipped into place and Dominic looked at his newly imprisoned sex with startled, stunned and also subdued eyes. His huge cock rose up before us like a chained lion. I looked down at it and felt my own bound sex complain angrily.
But even this was a minor humiliation compared to the next stage in Dominic’s feminisation. For no sooner had my gorgeous, divine aunt secured his sex, than she turned to his backside. She took the familiar handled butt plug from the bedside table and waved it before him.
‘You know what to do,’ she purred, her smile a beautiful, terrible symbol of absolute control and cruel passion.
He nodded weakly, having had my own regime of restraint explained earlier. Soon he was bent forward, his fingers touching his toes, his legs spread, the dark pink space between his legs exposed to my very excited view.
Aunt Jane took a large jar of lubricating gel from the bedside table and held it before me.
‘You also know what to do,’ she said.
Startled, I took a globule of the gel from the jar with my mittened hand. I stared at it, rather confused: how on earth would I get the mittened hand inside his arse? But then my aunt burst out laughing and took a fingerful of the gel from my hand and swiftly inserted the finger concerned into his back passage.
I watched and listened; watched as my aunt tormented his arse with a wicked, aroused smile, and listened as poor Dominic unleashed a series of panic stricken squeals which slowly transformed into helpless moans of sissy pleasure.
‘There, there,’ she teased, ‘isn’t that better?’
Satisfied he was adequately lubricated, Aunt Jane then began very slowly to wind the ribbed butt plug into Dominic’s anus. She ordered me to kneel by his arse and use my mittened hands to spread his buttock cheeks apart, and the front-seat view I received of this kinky plugging left me moaning with tormenting pleasure into my fat dummy gag.
Dominic squealed with his own pleasure as the plug was screwed home, the final confession of his true sissy nature, a nature I had known as soon as we had kissed in the store cupboard.
When the plug was securely positioned, Aunt Jane helped Dominic to his feet. His eyes widened with a shocked arousal as his thighs came together and forced the plug even deeper, and his tightly restrained sex reared up like a maddened sex stallion.
After the plugging came the first stage of the dressing. Only a few weeks ago, I had experienced the joys of this delightful first imprisonment in panties and hose. Now, I was to assist my aunt transform Dominic and my poor sissy heart fluttered with a particularly girlish excitement as she handed me the tight, sexy panty girdle.
Dominic stared down at the panty girdle as I held it out by his feet. He then very tentatively placed one girlish foot into the relevant leg hole. Soon, I was slowly drawing the strict foundation garment up his long, silky legs and listening to his breathing become harder and harder.
As I pulled the girdle up over his thighs, my cheek brushed against his tightly restrained sex and a moan of angry pleasure seeped past the fat dummy gag.
‘Be quiet!’ my aunt snapped, stepping forward and slapping my tightly hosed backside very soundly. As the stinging pleasure of this latest punishment coursed through my sissified form, I wiggled my reddened bottom in submissive acceptance and hauled the girdle up over Dominic’s sex before positioning it carefully around his slender, muscular waist.
He was then ordered to sit on the bed and I was handed the beautiful, very sheer white nylon body stocking. Poor Dominic moaned and squealed with pleasure as his ultra-sensitive legs were wrapped in the sheer white nylon. His pretty eyes were wide with a fierce lust and I knew I was making all his most secret dreams come true.
By the time he was fully engulfed in the tight second skin of white nylon and made to stand to receive a pair of befrilled white silk panties, the look of arousal in his eyes was almost unbearable to behold.
‘I’m glad you like the body stocking,’ Aunt Jane teased, ‘because you’ll be wearing it or one of its lovely cousins much of the time from now on.’
As sex-maddened Dominic gingerly stepped into the panties, my hand brushed against the lovely sheer nylon fabric of the body stocking and I fought a further moan of intense fetishistic pleasure.
As soon as the panties were in place, my aunt personally wrapped the white rubber mini-corset around Dominic’s firm, trim waist and then laced it very tightly into place. The air fled from his lungs and his eyes widened with pained surprise.
‘Don’t worry,’ my divine mistress aunt purred, ‘you’ll get used to it…won’t she, Shelly?’
I nodded weakly, excited by Aunt Jane’s use of the female gender, an excitement that I could see Dominic fully shared.
Once the corset was tightly positioned, my aunt returned to the bed. Both Dominic and I stared with sex-hungry eyes as she leant forward to pick up the spectacular dress. As she bent forward, the short black skirt she was wearing rode slowly but surely up her long, beautifully shaped and black nylon-sheathed thighs to the very edge of her buttocks and both of us had trouble suppressing moans of delight. As our restrained cocks complained angrily, my aunt took up the dress and then held in up before Dominic.
‘I think it’ll look perfect on you,’ she teased, ‘but first let’s get you properly made up.’
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sp; Having teased us to the edge of sanity, she put the dress back down on the bed and ordered me to lead Dominic to the dressing table. I took his hot sweaty hand in my rubber-mittened one and stared lovingly into his wide, stunned eyes. He smiled weakly and allowed me to lead him forward.
At the dressing table, Aunt Jane worked both carefully and speedily. Under her expert hand, Dominic’s handsome features were transformed into those of a pretty teenage girl. A very pale tan foundation cream was applied, followed by hot pink lipstick and a lighter pink eye shadow. His cheeks were rouged a very light peach. Strong, rose-scented perfume was applied to his neck and across his torso. He stared at his reflection with increasing amazement, as if watching a photo of a new, female self slowly develop before his beautiful blue eyes.
It took perhaps fifteen minutes to create the effect that Aunt Jane required, and by the time I was ordered to take him back to the bed, he was shaking with a deep, hard and very confused desire, overwhelmed by the power of his feminine attire and make-up, his sex tightly restrained and partially hidden, but still very obviously rock-hard and begging for a spectacular sissy release.
At the bed, Aunt Jane once again took up the glorious dress, but this time with the full intention of imprisoning her new she-male slave in its delicate but firm and deeply sensual embrace.
A dress of the finest white silk, with a very short skirt affixed to inches of thickly layered white lace petticoating, which was decorated with hundreds of tiny pink velvet roses; its long arms deeply frilled at the wrists, and each puffed out in a truly spectacular fashion at the shoulder and down towards the elbow area. A dress with a very high, white pearl button-up, befrilled neck; a dress with delicately befrilled sleeves; a dress with a white pearl button-up back that ran from the base of the skirt right up towards the elegantly designed neck. A dress covered in a barely perceptible pattern of white silk roses. An elegant, erotic sissy masterpiece which my aunt proceeded to order a wide-eyed, aroused Dominic to step into and very slowly button him inside.
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