Company of Slaves

by Christina Shelly

  We moaned with amazement and sexual frustration as these two stunning she-male beauties minced so prettily towards us, their barely covered and very large breasts bouncing like teasing beacons signalling our utter submersion in an eternal and bottomless need.

  ‘It’s your last night in nursery,’ Christina whispered in her high-pitched, honey-smooth voice, as she and Annette drew to a halt before the playpen. ‘Tomorrow you will begin your formal sissy maid training in earnest. Tomorrow you will truly become part of the Sissy Maids Company and part of the Bigger Picture.’

  We looked up at them in hungry astonishment. It was clear that they were braless beneath the slender robes and their long, hard nipples were clearly visible against the silk material.

  ‘During the next six weeks, we will be responsible for inducting you into the considerable pleasures of sissy sex and helping you understand the sexual pleasuring instruction you will receive from your mistress. To celebrate your successful completion of the baby induction, we will begin your training now.’

  Then both of the she-male stunners slipped the robes over their shapely, bronze shoulders and let them fall to the floor. We squealed with shock and awe at the sight that then detonated before our sissy eyes: two pairs of very large (at least forty-inch) and perfectly formed breasts, standing firm and proud against the surprisingly slender and petite forms of the two she-male lovelies. But this was not the only shock: for around their waists they both wore very tight leather corsets, Christina’s black, Annette’s pink, and rising from between their shapely, stockinged legs were two splendidly large and furiously hard cocks, both sealed in nylon stocking sheaths, which were also appropriately colour coded.

  A vision of she-male perfection. A vision of our own sissy futures. The vibrators buzzed in our arses and the possibilities of the evening ahead buzzed in my sex-fried mind.

  Annette then entered the playpen and leant down beside us. We bounced with desperate sex hunger and struggled against our tight ribbon bonds. She smiled slightly, her own gleaming emerald eyes filled with a terrible sexual need, and began to untie us. Once we were freed, the splendid, ornate bonnets were removed from our heads and we were helped to our bootied feet. Hours of being tied in the kneeling position, with the vibrators buzzing in our backsides, had taken its toll, and it took some time before we were able to walk even in the shuffling manner demanded by our babified attire.

  Once we were able to walk, we were led over to the cot, our moans of pleasure now loud and desperate. Our gorgeous sissy mistresses laughed as we begged for release, their startling, perfect breasts bouncing before us like the fruit of Eden.

  At the cot, they began to undress us, teasing us with furtive caresses, praising our babified sissy beauty, and promising us a most delightful introduction to sissy sexual love.

  Soon, we were down to our plastic panties and stockings, and then, after much teasing commentary, the panties and the humiliating nappy beneath were removed. Our tightly restrained cocks shot up between the two sexy maids and there was much cruel laughter and, to our horror and delight, wicked fondling.

  ‘What a beauty,’ Annette whispered, her smile and eyes wide, her long, cherry-nailed hands caressing Pansy’s large, rubberised and ringed cock.

  Poor Pansy squealed and bounced, tears of infinite frustration trickled down her rouged cheeks.

  Christina laughed cruelly and added her own caresses to a very maddened Pansy. ‘Yes, I think you’ve got the size, but I’ve got the quality.’

  She then turned to me and began teasing my own hard, angry and hungry cock. I nearly collapsed under the strain of such immediate and astonishing pleasure and a very high-pitched squeal of desperate sex need exploded from beneath the fat dummy gag.

  ‘Yes, babikins, it’s been such a long, long time since you were allowed relief. You’re half mad because of it. A few more days and your balls will explode!’

  She tickled my rubber-sealed balls and I wiggled helplessly and moaned furiously.

  ‘But first things first. Let’s see how you both manage giving us pleasure. Then we’ll think about reciprocating.’

  We were forced to our knees and found ourselves facing their own considerable sexes. It was clear what we were to do next!

  ‘Take the stockings off and suck,’ Christina whispered, her voice hoarse with her own sex fury.

  My shaking hands, freed from the mittens for the first time in weeks, stretched out towards the lovely, nylon-sheathed sex of this gorgeous she-male. The top of the stocking had been pulled down tight over her bulging balls and as I gingerly began to ease the sheath over these angry orbs, a moan of deep and desperate pleasure slipped from Christina’s soft, scarlet lips. I knelt forward and very gently rolled the delicate black nylon stocking back along the hard, hot length of her considerable sex and then carefully pulled it free, a moment that inspired a very loud wail of sissy pleasure. As Pansy also removed Annette’s teasing stocking, the red-headed maid squealed her own dark, dainty delight, and soon we were both facing the naked, violently erect sexes, our eyes wild and wide, our lips glistening, our sissy hearts beating with a deeply arousing trepidation.

  ‘Suck!’ Christina snapped, her voice hard and soft, her desperation a crystalline solid rammed hard into the very centre of her sweet sissy soul.

  But I didn’t suck. Instead, I leant forward and kissed the inflated purple head of Christina’s circumcised cock. She screamed her acceptance of this more subtle approach and the scented taste of her hot sissy flesh now mingled in my mouth with the tang of Mistress Helen.

  Emboldened, I took her sex in my hands and began to lick its long, sizzling shaft and her fat balls. She squirmed and wiggled, moaned and squealed. I delighted in her response, in the ease of giving pleasure, in the sudden sense of real control. She was totally at my mercy.

  Then I finally relented and guided her cock deep into my mouth. Almost immediately she began to thrust forward, to pump her sex against the back of my throat. I grasped her thighs, felt her hot skin through scented, sheer nylon. She cried my name, moaning ‘please, Shelly’, over and over like some strange Zen mantra that would open the doors of sex perception. But what ultimately opened were doors holding back a fierce, hot lava of thick semen; and as she erupted into my mouth, an ear-splitting scream of joy echoed around the nursery, a scream that was quickly accompanied by a strangely stifled cry of pleasure from the lovely Annette. And as the pretty maids filled us with their cum, we fought to drink every drop with a giddy sissy gratitude.

  Having fed so heartily on Christina, I slipped her still rampant sex from my mouth and gently licked the last sticky drops of cum from its throbbing purple helmet. She moaned her appreciation and then stepped backwards, her balance precarious, her eyes closed, a serene smile resting on her beautiful face. Annette too stepped back and looked down at Pansy with a new-found respect.

  Once the two maids had pulled themselves together, we were helped to our feet and made to lay face down over the edge of the cot. Hands were soon between our thighs and pushing our legs apart.

  ‘That really was quite wonderful, Shelly and Pansy,’ Christina said, her disembodied voice filled with a sensual bliss. ‘What fun we’re going to have over the next six weeks. But now it’s time to test the effect of your vibrators.’

  I turned my face to the right and found myself gazing into Pansy’s wide, furiously aroused eyes. She smiled at me briefly and then a slight moan of pleasure slipped from her mouth. Within seconds I too was moaning, as the hands between my legs began to work free the long, teasing vibrator that had been my permanent companion over the last few weeks. And as the vibrator was pulled from my arse, I knew that we were both about to be penetrated from behind by the maids’ impressive cocks, the strong, sexy taste of which was now filling our sissy mouths, and my heart began to pound with an aroused anticipation.

  Given that both the maids had only just come, I was very impressed when the hard tip of Christina’s cock pressed against the rim of my arse and the
n began slowly to ease its way inside me. Indeed, given hints made over the last two weeks, it seemed that part of the physical transformation I was soon to undergo would include an alteration in my body chemistry that would increase significantly the levels of my own sexual performance!

  A sense of strange and very beautiful fulfilment spread across my body as Christina gently entered me. To be penetrated in this deeply feminine and submissive manner, to be taken, seemed so very natural, so perfect. Here, I was truly losing my virginity, and as she pushed harder and deeper, I squealed with the pleasure of a teenage girl experiencing the joys of intercourse for the first time.

  Soon, the gorgeous maid was deep inside me and pumping with a slow, teasing rhythm, the fat head of her sex pushing with an expert pressure against the outer limits of the flexibility that had been created by the vibrator. It felt like I was being split open, but in a strangely pleasurable way. And as her labours intensified, so did my moans of excitement. Pansy soon joined in and after a few minutes the room was filled with a positive symphony of sissy cries of helpless pleasure. As the rhythm increased, I felt a hand press against my back. I was being held down to facilitate maximum penetration! Our faces squashed against the mattress, our eyes locked together, Pansy and I discovered the incredible and very powerful joys of anal sex in a most intimate and excitingly shared manner.

  Then, with another ear-splitting scream, Christina exploded inside me. A deep-rooted, wet hotness filled my tunnel of love and I gasped with a blissful shock, my own still tightly restrained and ringed cock pressing hard into the edge of the mattress. Then Annette’s cries of orgasm were added to Christina’s, and after a few seconds the maids removed their rigid members from our now spunk-filled arses.

  I listened to their feline panting and awaited the next amazement while staring into Pansy’s stunned eyes.

  Then hands were once again upon us, and we were being pulled back to our feet. I felt Christina’s semen run down my thigh and a shiver of sensual degradation shot down my sissy spine. We were turned around to face our she-male mistresses. Both were flushed and smiling. At Annette’s small, perfectly formed feet, a few inches from her pink-painted toenails, was a leather satchel. The red-headed beauty leant down and pulled out a number of lengths of pink rubber cording.

  ‘It’s time to get you ready for bed, girls,’ Christina purred.

  I looked at her with sad, betrayed eyes. It seemed we were not, after all, to be given the much-needed pleasure of sexual release.

  ‘Oh don’t worry, babikins,’ she said, smiling cruelly at me. ‘We haven’t finished with you yet. You’ve been so good to us, it would be too mean not to reciprocate.’

  I smiled weakily and she laughed. Annette handed Christina some of the lengths of cording, and then the two maids began, yet again, to tie us up.

  Within a few minutes, our arms were lashed behind our backs at the wrists and elbows, and our legs were secured with equal force at our knees and ankles. Then two pairs of panties were taken by Christina from the bag and held teasingly before us.

  ‘A little present from Aunt Jane and Ms Hartley,’ the gorgeous she-male teased. ‘Open wide.’

  The soiled panties were then rammed into our mouths and quickly sealed in place with thick strips of silver masking tape. Bound and gagged, the sweet taste of our first and ultimate mistresses filling our sissy mouths, we were then made to hop back to the cot, our rubberised and ringed cocks bouncing absurdly and desperately before us. Once by the bed, we were turned again. Now Annette produced two familiar pink rubber sleep sack-style body stockings, very much like the tight, teasing sacks we had been trapped within virtually each night at my aunt’s house. Like them, there was only one leg, but these also had no arms and positioned in the middle of each sack was a darker pink, lace-frilled hole, very much like the fiendish body stockings that had inspired a previous night of sissy sexual adventure.

  The sacks were slipped over our feet and pulled up our tethered, silken legs. It very quickly became apparent that the sacks were in fact made from a finer version of the rubber-like Senso, and our bodies were soon being subjected to the incredible sexual impact of this ultimate fetish fabric.

  Soon, the bags were up over our long-suffering sexes and our stomachs, then up around our shoulders and pulled tight around our necks. And as soon as the bags were positioned, they began to tighten, a strange, fast contraction that completely immobilised our already tightly bound forms and left us squealing fearfully into our soft, fat and inescapable panty gags.

  ‘Don’t worry, girls,’ Christina teased. ‘It’s just a new form of Senso, one that moulds itself to the contours of the body and maximises the impact of the material’s effect on the skin.’

  Then, to our joint horror, they slipped their elegant maid’s hands inside the holes and began searching for our tightly restrained sexes.

  We wiggled and squealed and they laughed. Christina grasped my cock and hauled it through the hole, along with my bulging, crimson balls. Annette quickly did the same to poor Pansy. Still laughing, the maids then sat us down on the edge of the rubber mattress and set about lying us out onto our backs. Given the way our arms were bound, this was particularly uncomfortable, and also had the effect of jutting our sexes forward into the air very provocatively.

  Exposed, helpless, so terribly frustrated, lying side by side, awaiting the next strange humiliation, our eyes followed the maids as they took up position on either side of the bed, Annette by Pansy, Christina by me.

  It was then that things took a decidedly pleasant turn. For as soon as they were standing over us, the maids leant forward and began releasing the metal rings that so uncomfortably restrained our rubber-imprisoned sexes. We screamed uselessly into our panty gags and bucked furiously.

  ‘Keep still!’ Christina shouted. ‘Or we’ll leave you here like this for the rest of the night.’

  We tried to remain calm, but it was so very difficult, especially once the cock rings had all been removed and the maids began to ease the soft, constantly teasing Senso restrainers free, slipping them over our painfully bulging balls and then rolling them up our sex inflamed and rock-hard cocks.

  When the restrainers were pulled free there were further helpless squeals of sissy agony and ecstasy and our cocks, sealed in Senso rubber for two weeks, reared up like wild stallions freed from the terrible bondage of the saddle.

  ‘Dear me,’ Christina teased. ‘What a couple of whoppers.’

  Tears of a cosmically desperate need flooded from our eyes. We tossed our heads angrily. Then the maids leant directly over our cocks, used thumb and forefinger to steady them and then slowly slipped the desperate monsters into their warm, wet mouths. We squealed and bucked. I cried out a strange, expertly muffled version of Christina’s name. She teased my long-imprisoned cock in her mouth, using her tongue like a brilliant, wicked sex toy. Then she very slowly and quite deliberately set up an incredibly arousing rhythm, her head bobbing, her eyes closed, her large breasts bouncing against my rubberised thigh. Never had I experienced such perfect, expert teasing, never had I felt such a desperate and total love. Never had I…The coming was vast and terrible; an earthquake orgasm that sent a seismic shudder of joy crashing across my cocooned sissy form. A million silver stars exploded before my wild, wide, shocked eyes. I released the most insanely high-pitched squeal of angry delight into the fat panty gag. I felt every muscle in my body tighten and then loosen and my heart pound towards breaking point. And the river of cum was a relentless, high-powered jet of sex lava which the gorgeous, angel-eyed Christina drank down with a deep and desperate enthusiasm, draining me, sucking the sexual agonies of the past two weeks from my body like a strange she-male shaman.

  Then relief, a huge tidal wave of utter relief washed over me; a satisfaction and a joy beyond words.

  Pansy had also erupted and was now sharing my profound bliss.

  The maids, smiling broadly, stepped back and wiped their mouths.

  ‘What sweet-tasting cu
m you have, Shelly,’ Christina whispered. ‘It will be such a pleasure to milk you every night. And, of course, to be milked by you.’

  I looked at her with an adoring, helpless longing and she blew me a kiss.

  Yet this was not yet the end of our sex exercises. Pacified and tightly bound and gagged, we quickly found ourselves being teased back to erection by our she-male captors, and within a few minutes were once again rock hard. Yet this time there was to be no release. Instead, as soon as we were suitably aroused, the maids took up the stockings that had sheathed their own hard, angry cocks and gently pulled them over our wet, rigid shafts. The ecstasy of so-soft nylon on warm, sexually excited flesh was a terrible, delightful torment. We began a song of sissy excitement. But this was stopped abruptly as Christina took up a fat roll of masking tape and Annette manipulated Pansy’s body so that we were soon lying on our sides facing each other. Then, to our astonishment, Christina positioned herself so that she could lean forward and begin to wrap our two cocks very tightly together using the roll of tape! This had the effect of pulling us very tightly together at a very intimate and deeply exciting level. Now we were hardly able to move and any movement we did manage had the incredible effect of causing us to slowly masturbate each other!

  ‘There, all snug,’ Christina whispered, stepping back to admire her work. ‘We’ll leave you now, and come back first thing in the morning.’

  Her eyes filled me with a terrible sex need once again and as I fought to look up at her, I could see that Annette was gently caressing her long, hard sex. I knew they would be spending the night together, and I was so awfully jealous.

  ‘Oh, and one other thing,’ the tall, beautiful sissy maid said, ‘if you should come, the spunk will be collected from the stockings and put into a bottle of milk. This will then be fed to you in the morning. You will also be given a final enema by Miss Blakemore. And a very hard spanking, of course.’