The proposal that we be ‘put to bed’ seemed both odd and appropriate. Although there were no clocks in the rooms we had seen so far, I judged it to be no more than late afternoon. However, there was no doubt that I was totally exhausted by my experiences of the past few hours. I was now also very aware that I was very hungry!
More clothes were taken from the nursery wardrobe. We watched as what appeared to be two Senso romper suits were set out on the cot’s rubber mattress. Again, they were colour coded; again, they were decorated with an intricate pattern of silk roses. Yet the romper suits were only the outer layer of our continuing babification. For no sooner had they been revealed, than, to our amazement, the two gorgeous maids set about removing our restrainers!
We squealed into the fat, teasing dummy gags as we were freed from these dreadful symbols of our absolute subjugation to womankind. Both Christina and Kathy were teasingly gentle as they unclipped the rings and slowly worked the tight rubber over the stiff, hot shafts of our sexes. Then we were fully exposed and the maids’ eyes widened with both fascination and a deep, dark arousal. The sense of relief was both overwhelming and short-lived. Thanks to the length of time since we had last been relieved, we both madly craved sexual relief. Yet our hopes for some form of sexual intervention were quickly dashed as Christina wiggle minced over to the shelves and returned seconds later with two Senso restrainers!
The sight of these two dreadful devices was enough to send us both into a noisy symphony of well-gagged pleading.
‘Be quiet!’ Christina snapped, her honeyed voice filled with a paradoxical and very definite authority.
We immediately feel silent.
‘All she-male slaves of the Company are restrained with Senso. It is a fundamental rule and a vital means of control. At first it will be exquisite agony. You will be in a state of constant and quite furious sexual arousal. It will be as if you are being sucked off twenty-four hours a day. But, eventually, the torment of this incredible pleasure will become controllable, although never tolerable. Like all the Company’s sissies, you must learn to subjugate every pore of your body to your mistresses and to find your only true pleasure in service. Thanks to Senso, every act of servitude will be a pleasurable one.’
Then the restrainers were fitted. Again, with care, so very gently, with teasing eyes and wicked, cruel smiles.
It is impossible to describe the pleasure that gripped us. As Christina pulled the rubber-like material down my rock-hard cock and over my bulging balls, tears of pleasure and a terrible frustration began to flood from my pretty sissy eyes. I moaned helplessly into the cum-coated dummy gag, and more than ever I felt a terrible, profound and all-pervasive sense of feminine submission wash over me. The soul-crushing humiliation of the enema and its results, combined with our babification and now this glorious torture inspired a wave of sissy feeling unlike any I had felt so far. It was as if I had been injected with a mind-bending dose of absolute sissitude.
My eyes met Christina’s once again. How I now longed to be exactly like this gorgeous she-male beauty, how I wanted nothing more than to serve women in any way at all times. Forever!
We were then ringed. As what felt like one hundred pairs of soft, expert lips tormented my cock, as it rose up in this tight Senso prison, three gold-coloured metal rings were snapped into place – one at the base, one in the middle and one just beneath the bulging head. They were painfully tight, but deep within my masochistic soul I wanted them to be even tighter.
After the rings came a new, almost equally ecstatic torment. As we squealed and struggled with the terrible all-pervasive pleasure of the restrainer, Christina returned to the shelves and brought back two of the dildoes. They were two of the smallest on show, but both were much longer and fatter than the butt plugs that had been our constantly kinky companions for the last few months!
‘Now bend forward, my sweets,’ Christina ordered.
Before obeying, I stared at the five-inch long, ribbed monster with a mixture of awe and terror, and Christina smiled reassuringly.
‘Don’t worry, you should be able to take it by now.’
I nodded warily and leant forward, the tips of my mittened hands touching the tips of my bootied toes. I felt Christina carefully spread my legs very wide apart. Then her fingers were inside me. Once again my arse was being thoroughly greased. I moaned with pleasure as her fingers probed deep inside me and found myself pushing my backside against her hand. How desperately I wanted this! How much I wished it was her own she-male sex plunging deep into my arse!
Eventually, to my dismay, she removed her teasing fingers. But then I felt the cool tip of the dildo and my sphincter muscle twitched with a deeply ambivalent anticipation.
Christina was, as ever, very gentle. She carefully eased the gel-covered tip of the kinky rubber phallus between my buttocks and then slowly pushed it into my back passage. As it was much thicker than the plug, it almost immediately began to stretch the walls of my arse and I moaned with a deep, dark need.
Christina giggled. ‘Oh my, you do like this. I can’t wait to show you the real thing!’
Her words inspired even louder moans of need and anticipation and then squeals of helpless pleasure as the dildo was pushed deeper into me.
I could see that the lovely, statuesque Kathy had already begun to repeat the dildo-fitting exercise, and very soon the room was filled with the desperate, furiously ecstatic squeals of two very happy sissies!
By the time Christina had managed to insert the dildo fully into my anus, I felt as if I were about to be split in two. The final shove had left the sexy, greased cock rammed very deep inside me and a sense of incredible submissive pleasure mixed with a bizarrely arousing discomfort was tormenting my silken, sissy form.
As I was pulled upright, I felt the dildo lodge even deeper inside me and moaned helplessly into my tasty dummy gag.
Christina laughed her beautiful girlish laugh and I stared at her with tormented, hungry eyes.
‘Don’t worry, Shelly. You’ll get used to it. Once you start to work, especially in heels, the phallus will begin to stretch and shape your love tunnel, and in a few weeks you’ll be ready for the next size.’
As Kathy helped Pansy into a standing position, I could see that she too was both uncomfortable and extremely aroused. Once again our sissy eyes met and betrayed our deep, dark pleasure. I looked down at her large, Senso-wrapped cock and imagined it inside me. I knew she was also imagining my sex inside her. And I also knew that we would soon be given the opportunity to turn our kinky imaginings into reality.
After the dildoes, things moved quickly. With a new urgency, the lovely maids wrapped us in fresh nappies, new, colour-coded plastic panties and teasing, wondrous Senso stockings. New corsets were secured around our slender, sissy waists and it seemed they were tied even tighter. Then the marvellous, beautifully designed romper suits were held before us. We moaned into our gags, swooning with fetishistic pleasure at the sight of these pretty, intricate items of adult baby wear.
Each suit was made from the thin, silky version of Senso. Each had legs and arms that ended seamlessly in attached booties and fingerless mittens. Each had a very high, lace-trimmed neck and a pearl button-up back section that ran all the way up to the tip of the befrilled neck.
As Christina helped me into my suit, my already teased and tormented body shaking with pleasure, I felt another wave of fierce feminine submissiveness wash over my sissy form, a wave containing a powerful sense of my absolute subjugation and a deeply masochistic acceptance – to be so outrageously feminine was to express my true nature.
As Christina and Kathy buttoned us into the suits, it became apparent these delightful items of fetish wear were extremely tight. I noticed that lengths of silk ribbon were attached to the wrists of each arm and the ankles and knees of each leg. Also, there were small silk loops attached to each hip.
The Senso suit soon worked its magic: it was only a few minutes before we were both wiggling with a terrible, u
nyielding pleasure.
Our hair was teased back into a suitably sissy shape. Christina explained that the make-up applied earlier had been waterproof and that, amazingly, it remained on our faces intact. I moaned with a strange pleasure, happy in the thought that I still appeared a pretty baby sissy and Christina smiled sweetly at me. I looked at her with sex-starved eyes, at her short red dress and her large, perfect bosom, at her long, red Senso-sheathed legs. I knew that beneath this array of ultra-feminine attire, there was a heavenly collection of incredible sissy underwear. I also knew she was as tightly plugged and restrained as I and, despite her very impressive efforts to control it, as aroused and frustrated. I knew this, because her large, sex-streaked eyes helplessly confessed all. And I knew that she would have her way with me very soon; and this thought, above all others, drove me mad with desire.
Once dressed in the romper suits, we were led towards the cot. We quickly found that each step was both painful and intensely arousing. The dildo made any kind of significant step impossible, and we minced and shuffled forward like the sissy babies we surely were, moans of powerful pleasure seeping from our gags, tears of pain and joy welling up in our pretty, girlish eyes.
As we were brought to a halt by the cot, the entrance door to the nursery slid open and a woman entered. The two maids curtsied deeply and we tried, rather stiffly, to follow suit.
Before us was a tall, plump black woman dressed in a tight, ankle-length skirt of black velvet and an even tighter white nylon sweater. Although she must have been over six feet in her stockinged feet, she wore very high-heeled, black patent leather court shoes. From the sexy glimpse of ankle she displayed, it was clear she was wearing very sheer, black nylon hose.
She strolled over to us and we fought whimpers of desperate sissy excitement, for this woman was a very fine figure indeed, a gorgeous, ample-bodied goddess whose sensual form exuded a power and authority that was both frightening and incredibly attractive.
Her hair was straightened and thick, and fell in a long, glossy main over her broad, almost mannish shoulders. Her eyes, a fiery dark brown, beheld us with contempt and curiosity. Her very large breasts swayed with an efficient, sensual rhythm that perfectly complemented the physical power of her body.
‘Mistress,’ Christina whispered, her deep curtsey revealing splendid scarlet panties and elaborate black and red garters holding her sexy stockings in place, ‘meet Shelly and Pansy.’
The woman nodded curtly. ‘I am Miss Blakemore. I am responsible for Indoctrination and also for the Operation. For the next two weeks, you will treat me as your headmistress. Do you understand?’
Her accent was hard, North American and very intimidating. We both curtsied as well as we could and I detected a slight smile on this woman’s impressive, beautiful face.
‘Good. Now, I can see you are both off to a good start. You have the advantage of having been well prepared by your previous mistresses. You also have the distinct advantage of being very natural sissies. If you obey me and my colleagues, your journey through the academy should be, on the whole, a pleasant one. However, if you fail us in any way – and there are many ways to fail us – you will be most severely punished. Do you understand?’
We curtsied again, both so very excited by this formidable woman.
Miss Blakemore nodded and looked across at the maids.
‘Put them into the highchairs. I will call the others.’
We were led to the striking wooden highchairs, perfectly designed baby furniture in an imposing and deeply kinky adult size that filled us both with tremors of sweet sissy anticipation.
The sexy maids helped us to climb into the chairs. Then we were secured. We moaned with renewed masochistic delight as our wrists were tied to the arms of the chairs using pink rubber-coated cording. Our ankles were then tied to the legs in the same tight, sensual manner.
Small plastic tables were slotted firmly in place and we found ourselves utterly helpless, wildly excited, and facing the entrance to the nursery. And it was only a few seconds after our successful incarceration in the chairs that the ample, beautiful figure of Miss Blakemore re-entered the room. She was followed by three women: Mistress Helen, Mistress Anne and a shorter, but perfectly formed blonde. Mistresses Helen and Anne were dressed as they had been at my aunt’s house. The lovely blonde was dressed in striking white nylon tights, a very short pink leather miniskirt, matching high heels and a very tight white nylon sweater. Her thick, golden hair exploded over her slender shoulders and her gorgeous pale blue eyes were filled with a cruel amusement. This, I knew, was the third mistress, the pretty, exquisitely formed woman who appeared in many of the erotic scenarios played out in the SMC videos, and who seemed to have some very special and intimate link to Christina, borne out by the fact that as soon as she entered the room, Christina minced up to her and performed the deepest and sissiest of curtsies with a desperation that confessed a helpless, fierce love. The blonde smiled softly and ran a hand over one of Christina’s exposed, Senso-sheathed thighs and the gorgeous she-male beauty whimpered with a terrible pleasure.
The four women lined up before us.
‘These are the executive directors of SMC,’ Miss Blakemore explained, her dark, powerful gaze falling upon our babified forms like a beacon of divine command. ‘Mistress Helen and Mistress Anne you have already met. Mistress Donna I am sure you will both get to know very well.’
The blonde, the gorgeous Mistress Donna, smiled at us with a friendliness that belied her status within this strange, amazing organisation. I found myself staring hungrily at her splendid bosom and envying the lovely Christina.
Mistress Helen stepped forward. So clearly the leader of this dominatrix pack, so very obviously the mother superior of this temple of female control and intense petticoat discipline. She stared directly at me and I felt a quiver of utter devotion wash over me, a lightning bolt of masochistic energy that made me want to worship her without question for the rest of my helplessly sissy life.
‘Everything has been explained to you,’ she said, her voice deep, husky, yet still very feminine. ‘For the next three months you will be trained and transformed. What you are now is only the beginning. What you will be by the time you leave this place is sissy perfection. Your model is Christina. Watch her, listen to her. You will learn everything you need to know about what a sissy should be. We, and the other mistresses and masters, will teach you how to serve us, to meet our needs without question and with a helpless and quite addictive enthusiasm.’
I looked at Helen with adoring eyes. I knew she was to be my special mistress for the next three months, my guide and my dictator. The sweet taste of her lingered in my mouth and I so desperately looked forward to being ordered between her strong, shapely thighs.
‘Now you will be fed and then put to bed. Tomorrow, the training regime will begin in earnest.’
As she spoke, Christina and Kathy set out our evening meal on the circular plastic table positioned by the highchairs: a plastic bowl of some strange pink-coloured mush and two extra-large baby bottles filled with what looked like milk. And it was Helen and Anne who stepped forward to take up the bowls; it was they who would feed us.
Helen took the curved circle of plastic set into the front panel of the dummy gag and pulled in from my mouth, her gorgeous, honey-brown eyes never leaving mine, a slight, cool smile rippling over her beautifully full, cherry-red lips. I felt my cock strain furiously in its agonisingly arousing Senso restrainer and the walls of my well-stretched anus pushed hard against the teasing dildo.
No sooner had the fat, ribbed teat of the dummy been extracted than Mistress Helen inserted the long, curved teat of the bottle between my quivering, painted lips. And no sooner was the teat in my mouth, than I found myself sucking enthusiastically upon it. The milk was thick, creamy and sugared, but after a day spent so tightly and variously gagged, I was terribly thirsty and gulped down the bottle with a desperation that made my stunningly beautiful mistress laugh out loud.
/> ‘Calm down, babikins!’ she teased.
My eyes fell upon her large, matronly breasts and I whimpered with a profound sissy pleasure. Soon, I knew, I would be suckling on these splendid orbs, a thought that had obviously also crossed her mind, because in those gorgeous eyes I saw a very clear sexual excitement.
Once the bottle was emptied, Mistress Helen used a long plastic spoon to feed me the pink mush. Perhaps surprisingly it was very tasty, and, my hunger being as great as my thirst, I finished it off with an equally amusing speed. The mush devoured, I was then presented with the final extra-large bottle, which was also polished off with an impressive speed.
Mistress Helen used a scented baby wipe to clean my lips and carefully reinserted the fat, phallic-shaped dummy gag. As she slipped it between my lips, our eyes met again and a mutual desire made itself very apparent.
Smiling gently, she then stepped back.
‘Chrissy and Kathy will now put the babies to bed,’ Miss Blakemore announced.
My eyes feasted on the three beautiful directors and then upon the stunning figure of Christina as she released me from the chair. As I was helped from the chair, I glanced over at Mistress Helen and again felt a strange, dizzying charge of sex pass between us.
We were then led to the large, double cot. Kathy lowered one of the wooden-barred sides and I found myself staring over at Pansy. Like me, she had devoured her baby meal with a terrible need and now there was a look of sated exhaustion in her eyes, a look I knew I shared and which was grounded in an increasing sense of physical weariness. This had been a particularly bizarre, exciting and trying day, and even if it was early (I sensed no later than 6 or 7 p.m.), I knew sleep was something I needed very badly.
The beautiful, sexy maids helped us to climb into the cot. Kathy very carefully laid Pansy out on her back. The pretty, doe-eyed sissy moaned with a terrible, dark pleasure as the silk ribbons attached to her befrilled Senso sleeves were then tied to the silken loops of material which were sewn into each hip section of the romper suit. And as she was secured, Christina helped me to lie down on my back. I looked up at her with a helpless longing as she tied my mittened wrists to my hips and then set about binding my knees and ankles tightly together with the other ribbons which were sewn into the incredible Senso material. And very soon, we were both quite helpless, staring up at our gorgeous captors with desperate, yet also exhausted eyes, pleading for some form of sexual release to enable us to descend untroubled into the arms of a deep, peaceful sleep.
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