Company of Slaves

by Christina Shelly

  ‘Giddy up!’ the wicked blonde beauty cried, her sexy voice exploding into cruel laughter as Pansy’s pretty, pantied bottom wiggled helplessly to avoid more kinky blows.

  The two silken sleep sacks had been set out on the bed, next to the pink nylon body stockings that had become our only form of night wear, together with the leather belts and shackles that held us so helpless and frustrated during each prolonged sissy slumber.

  My aunt explained the sleep attire and then, to our horror (and perhaps secret delight) left us alone with Justine and Juliette.

  Almost as soon as Aunt Jane had left the room, Juliette grabbed Pansy by the elbow and hauled her towards the dressing table stool. The poor sissy squealed angrily into her gag, but in a few seconds she found herself hauled over Juliette’s ample thighs, her petticoating pulled up to expose her silk-pantied bottom. She wiggled and moaned, but Juliette held her easily in place. She then grabbed an ivory-handled hairbrush from the dressing table and began to spank poor Pansy with an energy and commitment that soon had the lovely she-male sobbing desperately into her dummy gag, her big blue eyes filled with thick sissy tears, her humiliation absolute.

  ‘I’ve been wanting to do this all night,’ Juliette cried, applying the hairbrush with even more force, the smack of ivory against silk and plump sissy skin echoing throughout the room. ‘You must spank Shelly, Just!’

  Justine, watching the spectacle with an obvious, if somewhat stilled excitement shook her lovely head and turned to face me.

  ‘No. I want something else,’ she whispered.

  She then took my gloved hand and led me to the edge of the bed, her eyes enslaving my body and soul.

  She sat down on the bed before me and then, to my astonishment, pulled up her miniskirt and then slowly pulled down her sheer black nylon tights.

  ‘Your aunt tells me you’ve been trained to give pleasure.’

  I barely nodded, my eyes wide with stunned desire, as Justine slipped out of the tights and then wiggled very gently out of a pair of red nylon panties. She then unzipped her skirt and let it join the panties around her ankles.

  A drop of hot sex sweat trickled into my eyes and I blinked, moaning softly into the gag, a sense of helpless sissy joy filling my heart as the powerful aroma of her soaked sex made itself known to my nostrils. She pulled herself up onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Her pubes, a thin golden blonde jungle, glistened with her sex juice, and the pink, ripe lips of her sex were clearly visible.

  ‘Come here,’ she said, her eyes now glazed with a savage, brilliant desire, her chest heaving.

  I minced forward. She told me to lean over and then untied the ribbon bow holding the dummy gag in place.

  ‘You know what to do, Shelly.’

  I curtsied my understanding and clambered up onto the bed. Within a few seconds, as the sound of Pansy’s prolonged and painful spanking filled the room, my head was lodged between Justine’s firm, muscular legs, and my tongue was lodged deep inside her superb, pungent cunt. It stayed there for nearly half an hour, a marathon session broken only by two brief moments when I was allowed up for air. A sudden violent shudder passing through Justine’s shapely thighs was the only indication of the impact of my pleasuring, a typically quiet expression of orgasm that was intermittently drowned by the obscene interventions of her sister, who continued to spank poor Pansy relentlessly throughout this whole strange period.

  Eventually, I was pushed gently away and Justine pulled herself to the edge of the bed, clearly exhausted.

  ‘Let’s get them wrapped up, Jules. I need to sleep.’

  Juliette laughed a bitter, mocking laugh and then very unceremoniously hauled Pansy off her lap. The poor sissy collapsed in a very unladylike heap on the floor and Juliette scolded her with a mock anger that soon had Pansy back up on her perilously high heels and tottering back towards the bed, tears streaming from her eyes, a look of stunned numbness on her pretty face.

  The two sisters then set about preparing their separate sissy charges for bed. We were stripped down to our restrainers and made to stand with our hands behind our backs. Juliette quickly set about stroking Pansy’s rigid, restrained, tormented cock while promising her yet more spankings and other humiliations.

  ‘What a waste,’ she teased. ‘Such a manly monster for such a pathetic sissy. Ms Hartley has made it quite clear you are never to have a woman, but I’m sure you’ll still make some lucky woman a sexy, submissive little housewife. Or maybe some man? Yes, perhaps we can find you a handsome, strong husband, babikins. Would you like that?’

  Tears poured from Pansy’s baby-blue eyes and she fought gasps of sexual agony as Juliette caressed her angry sex. My eyes strayed from this cruel spectacle to Pansy’s pert sissy buttocks and thighs, which were now a dark, pained crimson.

  ‘Perhaps this needs a good spanking, as well,’ Juliette continued, her sexed, drink-glazed eyes wide with excitement. ‘Shall I get the hairbrush?’

  Pansy’s eyes widened and she shook her head desperately. Juliette burst out laughing.

  ‘Leave her alone, Jules. Let’s get them ready,’ her sister snapped.

  Still ‘bottomless’, Justine then leant down and picked up her recently discarded red panties. As she bunched them up into a ball, Juliette, much to Pansy’s amazement, slipped out of her tights and then wiggled her own cream silk panties down her long, muscular legs.

  Justine stepped forward and whispered ‘open up’. I obeyed instantly and the soft, wet panties were carefully pushed deep into my mouth.

  ‘Close your mouth.’

  I obeyed again and she took the familiar roll of masking tape from the bedside table. She tore a long strip free and passed the roll to Juliette, who had now also inserted her soaking panties into Pansy’s more than willing mouth.

  As Justine spread the tape tightly across my lips, she leant forward and whispered in my ear.

  ‘That was so nice, Shelly. I want you to be my slave forever.’

  I looked at her in utter amazement and she smiled ever so slightly.

  ‘When you’ve finished at SMC, I intend to ask your aunt if I can be your mistress on a permanent basis. Would you like that?’

  Stunned and elated, I nodded and performed a slight curtsey, a sense of furious bliss washing over my tormented sissy form. Justine smiled again and continued with the kinky preparations.

  We were helped into the teasing, pretty body stockings, moaning with helpless pleasure into the fat, pungent panty gags, our cocks rigid and stretching desperately against the sexy sheer fabric that now enveloped our sissy forms. Then the thick leather belts were wrapped around our slender waists and buckled tightly into position. Our hands were locked into the shackles and we were made to step into the tight satin sleep sacks. As these were pulled up our nylon-sheathed forms and positioned with the ribbon drawstring around our necks, Juliette continued to tease poor Pansy relentlessly. The pretty, doe-eyed sissy may have seemed angry and afraid, but her physical reaction was beyond doubt: furious arousal. Indeed, it was quite clear to me that the more Juliette teased and abused Pansy, the more aroused the lovely sissy became. The vein of masochism running through Pansy had already been demonstrated to be deeper than my own, and in this energetic, sadistic and cruelly playful young woman, the sexy she-male had found her perfect mistress.

  Once the sacks were positioned, we were laid out on the bed and the second leather strap was used to bind our ankles.

  Now utterly and divinely helpless before these two gorgeous young women, we could only then watch in fascinated and excited awe as they set about adding a final perverse touch to our sissy bondage ordeal.

  It was clearly Justine’s idea, but Juliette joined in with a typical, brutal enthusiasm almost immediately. Justine took up her discarded black nylon tights and opened them out so the waist section was turned into a bowl with two legs sticking out of the top. Then, with a paradoxical gentleness, she lifted up my head. I moaned fearfully into my gag, the taste of her already driving me qui
te mad with desire. She smiled her small, enigmatic smile.

  ‘It’s OK. This is just to make you feel even more in my power, Shelly.’

  She then slipped the bowl over my head and plunged me into a strange, semi-opaque world of soft nylon shadows, ensuring that the gusset area of the tights was positioned over my nose. She proceeded to wrap the left leg around my eyes, tightly and totally blindfolding me. The right leg was wrapped around my mouth, further increasing the already impressive efficiency of the tape gag.

  Thus, I was effectively mummified from head to toe, bound, gagged, and enveloped tightly, utterly helpless, completely exposed, and engulfed by a sublime masochistic ecstasy. The left leg of the tights had also been wound over my ears, so that I was now deaf, blind and dumb. Only smell and touch remained.

  I felt Pansy, who had been similarly cocooned, pushed tight beside me. The covers were pulled over our mummified forms and tucked very tightly in place. Then utter blackness and, besides the sound of my desperately beating heart, complete silence. I tried to move, but the taut bed sheets and the close proximity of Pansy made this quite impossible. Buried alive in sissy attire and my mistress’s most intimate garments, I was lost in a dark pit of cruel desire. My cock twitched and stretched against its cruel imprisonment. The taste of Justine’s sex filled my mouth and nostrils. Her cool, calm smile filled my mind. I would attend the SMC academy and then be hers. How this would work, given my gorgeous, very possessive aunt and the demands of SMC, remained unclear, but I so very much needed it to happen.

  I fell into a deep sissy sleep, feeling supremely contented and happy with my she-male slave’s lot, the future a road of kinky servitude leading to my complete transformation at the hands of an army of beautiful, dominant women.

  Eight

  We were forced to sit two more examinations over the next two evenings, both in our sissy schoolgirl attire, both under the teasing supervision of Juliette and Justine. Yet, we saw no more of them at the house. Indeed, it was to be some weeks before I was to have the privilege of seeing Justine again. This was because the day after the examination, Lady Ashcroft returned, complete with Miss Gillette, two other women and the incredible, beautiful, quite spectacular Christina.

  It was just before 9 a.m. Pansy and I had been hard at work cleaning the house for well over an hour, she working on the upstairs toilet and bathroom, while I polished the kitchen floor. As usual, both of us were clad in our sexy, skimpy sissy maid’s attire. Pansy, as usual, was in pink and white – a very pretty pink satin dress with inches of frou-frou petticoating, a white silk pinafore with her name printed across the bulging chest created by the generously padded body corset, white nylon tights and the now standard five-inch high-heeled court shoes of pink patent leather. I was sheathed in a black satin dress of exactly the same design, a similar white pinafore (my name in red lettering), black, seamed tights and three-inch-heeled, black patent leather mules. As I knelt on the floor, I was very much aware that my befrilled silk panties were clearly visible, the frou-frou petticoating and the skirt of the dress having ridden up to my waist – an effect I could not control. Not that I wanted to control it: I found this exposure quite delicious and wiggled my pretty pantied behind provocatively as I worked, hoping that one of my beautiful mistresses would come into the kitchen and witness this saucy sissy display.

  As usual, we were both tightly dummy gagged. The night before, I had eagerly serviced Aunt Jane, while Ms Hartley had led Pansy off to my room. Strangely, Ms Hartley had spent the entire night in the room, and I had found myself tightly sleep-sacked and panty-gagged in Aunt Jane’s closet. The taste of her was still teasing my mouth, as were memories of the hour spent between her divine legs. Pansy had seemed very happy that morning when we were showered and dressed, and I suspected that Ms Hartley had allowed her the privilege of a very rare milking. Although there was no evidence of this other than the sparkle in her lovely eyes, I had immediately felt a terrible sissy jealously and wondered why Aunt Jane had not allowed me some form of relief.

  All of these thoughts were spinning through my she-male head as I wiggled and polished. Then the doorbell rang. Neither Pansy nor myself were allowed to answer the door unless directly instructed, and I heard my aunt get up from the sofa where she had been reading and the sweet click of her heels striking the wooden floor of the hallway soon echoed through the house.

  Then there was laughter and a number of female voices; then a positive symphony of heel clicks. I continued working, knowing the slightest sign of inattention would earn me a very sound spanking.

  ‘My my, what a lovely sight.’

  The voice was sudden, very familiar and directly behind me. I turned my head and discovered the gloriously regal form of Lady Ashcroft standing in the entrance to the kitchen. Dressed in a black leather jacket, a very tight black nylon sweater, a knee-length black skirt, black tights and high-heeled, black patent leather mules, she was a vision of gorgeous female authority, and I felt my poor teased and tormented cock fight uselessly against its fiendish restraint.

  I tried to rise to my own heeled feet as elegantly as possible and performed a deep curtsey before this superbly sexy woman, flashing more of my panties and fighting a moan of sissy pleasure.

  ‘Come here, Shelly.’

  A shorter curtsey was my response, then I wiggle minced over to her imposing, impressive form.

  ‘You’ve come a very long way, my pretty.’

  I curtsied my thanks and her smile widened. In her cool eyes I saw nothing but the love of power and control, a love that made me feel weak, submissive and terribly aroused.

  ‘Yes, I think you’re ready. Now come and meet some friends of mine.’

  She turned towards the living room and I minced after her, my eyes feasting on her plump, shapely bottom and long, nylon-enveloped legs.

  In the living room was my aunt, Miss Gillette and what initially appeared to be three other women.

  My aunt turned to face me, her beautiful brown eyes filled with dark desire, and she smiled coolly.

  ‘So glad you could join us, Shelly,’ she teased as I curtsied deeply before this wondrous gathering.

  At that moment, Ms Hartley entered the room, lovely, doe-eyed Pansy in tow.

  The women turned to face this even more spectacular manifestation of sissidom. Pansy performed a very deep, sexy curtsey, flashed her befrilled panties with a delightfully girlish enthusiasm.

  ‘My, my,’ Lady Ashcroft exclaimed, ‘what a gorgeous little minx! You certainly have a gift, Jane.’

  Aunt Jane smiled coyly and Ms Hartley led her pretty charge over to stand by me.

  It was then that we were introduced to the other three women.

  ‘This is Mistress Helen,’ Lady Ashcroft announced, gesturing towards the very beautiful, plump brunette standing a few feet to her left.

  I looked at her and felt a wave of sensual recognition wash over my feminised form. Yes, this was the gorgeous dominant who appeared in so many of the photographs and video clips on Christina’s Silken Slavery website.

  ‘Helen,’ Lady Ashcroft continued, ‘is the Chief Executive of SMC.’

  Mistress Helen was dressed in a beautiful white silk blouse, which reached high up to the tip of her chin and through which her large, silk brassiere-encased breasts could clearly be seen. Added to this was a long, wide black skirt reaching down to well below her knees, black hose and three-inch-heeled court shoes of black patent leather. Her long, dark hair was bound in a tight bun, and her overall aura was one of a severe but fair headmistress. Her dark brown eyes beheld me with a strangely maternal curiosity and I was immediately and very powerfully attracted to her.

  ‘Mistress Anne is Helen’s number two,’ Lady Ashcroft continued.

  The tall redhead standing next to Mistress Helen was also a familiar figure from the website, a gorgeous amazon with long, flaming red hair and piercing green eyes dressed in a cream silk trouser suit and very high-heeled white leather mules. Her unnerving gaze passed brie
fly over my form and then rested on Pansy. The pretty, nervous she-male tried to avoid this ray of female dominance, but was very quickly trapped in its all-powerful magnetic grasp.

  ‘And this,’ Lady Ashcroft concluded, ‘is the lovely Christina – the original sissy maid.’

  Christina stepped out from behind Mistress Anne and both Pansy and I gasped into our dummy gags. For before us was the creature of our dark sissy dreams, the stunning sissy doll of Christina’s Silken Slavery.

  She was dressed in a cherry-coloured dress with a very wide and short skirt. Around her exceptionally slender waist was a thick red leather belt that matched exactly the colour of the dress and which was held in place by a large, circular silver buckle. Inches of very fine net petticoating exploded out from beneath the short skirt, pushing it up towards a ninety degree ankle and exposing a pair of cherry-red, befrilled knickers and very long, extremely shapely legs sealed in sheer, red tights with dead straight seams setting out the perfect trajectory of her gorgeous sissy form. On her hands were white silk gloves, and an exactly matching ribbon held her thick, black hair in a striking 1950s style basket of sensual waves and curls. Her lips were blood red and curved into a helpless pout of deep sexual need; her green eyes were wide with desire; and her flawless skin was painted a very light cream. On her ears were beautiful, oval-shaped diamond earrings, and a small rose-shaped diamond stud was fixed to her left nostril. And if this wasn’t enough, there were her stunning breasts, at least forty inches of firm, shapely femininity that strained against hidden foundation wear and the tight fabric of the dress.

  Christina made a deep, teasing curtsey and then beheld Pansy and myself with a friendly and provocative gaze that signalled a very obvious sexual attraction.