Birthday Blushes Part 3

 

“Oh look...” Steph tutted softly after Michael had finished his fifth consecutive set of push-ups. “You've got yourself all sweaty! I guess I had forgotten the effect I have on you!” She nodded to Sara to help him to his feet and then tenderly removed the ball-gag. Michael felt the air rush from his mouth like a deflating balloon. Steph smiled sweetly and planted a small kiss on his smudged lips. “Good thing we brought plenty of changes of clothes. We don't want you feeling all gross for your Birthday surprise, do we?” She said this in the purse-lipped baby voice that had been a staple of the early stages of their relationship.

“No...” Michael was still gulping in air. His skin prickled with suspicion. He knew this side of Steph – the fake niceness, the forced sympathy... She had something up her sleeve and it was sure to be humiliating for him. Still, her gentle demeanour remained as she carefully began to remove his sweat soaked dress. She motioned for Sara to help and the two women carefully relieved him of the pink dress and matching panties. If this was his present, he hated to admit that it was worth it – the two women touching him tenderly and cooing. Their soft hands aroused a hope in his manhood, yet he urged it still. He couldn't risk angering them – not yet. Once he was totally naked, Steph reached once more for the bags they had brought with them.

“From one Birthday suit to another.” Steph chided as she pulled out an expensive looking dress with a silver trim. “Now, come here so we can get you ready for your surprise.” There was a forcefulness in her voice. She might not have been calling him 'Piggy' or 'Sissy', but she was still firmly in control. Sara pulled a fresh pair or panties up his legs before Steph wrapped the dress around him, careful not to rip of crease it. Next, they sat him down and re-fixed his makeup with soft yet uncompromising hands. As they painted his lips with a shade that matched the dress, Michael realised that he was as powerless to resist as he had been with the rubber ball stuffed in his mouth. “Final touches...” Steph muttered as she swapped the blonde wig for another from her bag – this one with a flowered hair clip that also matched the dress. She stepped back to admire her work. “Perfect!”

“I guess...” Michael's head was racing. He knew this wasn't the surprise – he was merely ready for his surprise, and while the tenderness the women had treated him with had been pleasant, he didn't think he was going to like what came next. His thoughts were still going round as Steph took him by the hand and began to lead him towards the door – his front door. At the threshold, she passed him off to her sister so that she could place a bouquet of flowers in his arms. Her cold eyes met his as she threw open the door.

“Happy Birthday, Sissy!” She screamed. Michael's eyes took a second to adjust to the scene outside his house, but he recognised some of the faces immediately – his friends, his work colleagues, his neighbours, the adult members of his family – the word 'surprise' stuck in their collective throats. “I present to you my Piggy Birthday Sissy!” Steph called out to the gathered crowd. “In his true form – now he never has to hide who he really is ever again.” She kissed Michael on the cheek and put her lips to his ear. “Or, who he belongs to...”

Birthday Blushes Part 2

 

“One...” Michael wheezed as he lowered his upper body to the floor. “Two...three...” With each push up, the blonde hair of his wig pooled on the wooden tiles before being lifted once more to cling to increasing sweaty the face. The new dress the girls had forced him to wear was made of some awful synthetic material that trapped in his body heat and made him gasp with exertion.

“Fucking hell!” Steph snorted. “You even do pushups like a bitch!” She nodded to Michael's nylon clad legs that were planted knee-first on the floor. “No wonder you were never able to satisfy me. A real man would do pushups on his toes.” She watched with curiosity as Michael pushed off his knees and onto his toes. Steph raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you were a real man, sissy?” She grinned as Michael looked back at her, obediently dropped back to his knees. “That's right!” She sneered. “You are my sissy piggy bitch!” She nodded to Sara, who once more swatted his pink pantied ass with a paddle that had been in one of the bags. “And as my sissy piggy bitch, you are going to count your pushups like a sissy piggy! I want you to snort, piggy! You're a stupid birthday piggy and I want you to snort all the way to ten!”

“One...” Michael started again, but his efforts were met with a ferocious glare from Steph and she signalled for Sara to smack his ass once more. The next time he lowered himself to the ground he did so with a quiet grunt and checked back over his shoulder to where Steph watched on unimpressed with her arms folded. For the second pushup he added a little snort and for the third and fourth he embellished a little squeal. He felt absurd and the heat in his body was starting to rise again.

“Predictably pathetic...” Steph sighed. “I suppose I should have expected as much. Sara, pass me that bag!” She demanded of her sister and upon receiving the small pink package, she withdrew what looked like a rubber ball with a strap on each side. “I have had enough of listening to you. Fortunately, I have this!” She strode towards Michael with the gag held out before her and placed it in front of his face. He tried to turn away but Sara immediately began to strike his butt with the paddle. His painted lips parted in pain and Steph took the opportunity to insert the ball. With a strap in each hand, she pulled them hard around the back of his head until Michael felt like his eyes would pop out. His mouth was being forced wide open by the rubber ball inside in and he had to concentrate to breathe through his nose. At last Steph fastened the gag. “Now let's try this again...in silence! To ten, my sissy piggy bitch!”

Again, Michael lowered himself to the wooden floor, his arms growing sore and saliva drooling from the black rubber ball in his mouth. As he came back up, Sara once more smacked him hard across the ass. He looked back over his shoulder again and saw that Steph had returned to her original position to watch – a cruel grin cracking her face. She was enjoying every second, and so Michael knew in spite of everything, he needed to keep going...

Birthday Blushes Part 1

 

Michael leaned toward the mirror and made a V-shape with his hands, framing the underneath of his face like the bottom half of a heart – the blonde wig sat atop his head forming the rest of the shape. No-one was watching, yet he felt compelled to press out his painted lips in a kiss. His eyes glazed and dropped to the rest of his body. He was dressed as he had been instructed – or at least the best he could muster. He didn't have a huge selection of female clothing to choose from, but the tartan bra and skirt had been underneath his bed since last time Steph had been over to play her games.

The Birthday card from his off-again, on-again, off-again girlfriend still lay on his bed. He couldn't actually recall what their current status was and he was ashamed how little he cared to remember when he read her handwriting on the envelope. He knew this was her way of saying she wanted to play with her toy, and he also knew he would forever be her willing plaything. She loved to degrade him and while being humiliated like this was far from the top of a list of his favorite things, it was how he could get what he wanted – to be near her. She might even touch him – not with her hands or mouth, and not in any way a normal observer might deem as being erotic, yet her punishments would be enough to carry him in his pleasure later on. Knowing this was enough to make him feel worthless – yet his obedience was never in question.

Steph's card was crude in its execution. Clearly intended as a store bought card from a husband to his wife, it had been vandalised so that the words 'To My Wife' had been crossed out and scrawled over with 'To My Sissy'. The accompanying image had once featured an elegant woman in a wedding dress with her bridal lingerie flirtatiously visibly from beneath the outfit. Steph had glued an image of Miss Piggy from the Muppets over the woman's face. There was no well wishes, no greeting – only a declaration that Steph would be around at 6 and that Michael 'better be ready' or there would be 'consequences'.

There was a hammering at the door and Michael swallowed hard. Steph had her own key and didn't need to be let in, yet she knocked anyway. It was a test – a check on his obedience and also a way to force him to come to the door dressed as a sissy. He would need to risk being seen by the outside world this and it both terrified and thrilled him.

“There's my birthday bitch!” Steph smirked as he threw open the door. Her eyes were glazed and there was alcohol on her breath and about a half dozen shiny bags in her arms. “I brought a party guest. I don't care if you mind.” Michael flushed at the sight of the woman who followed his girlfriend into the house. He recognised Steph's sister Sara, but she had never seen him like this though he assumed Steph had spared no detail in telling her how pathetic he was. “This won't do!” Steph tutted after appraising his outfit. “You're going to have to do much better if you want your gift...”

Keys to the Queendom Part 2

 

Needless to say, the sorority sisterhood were enthusiastic students. They watched rapt as Madge walked them through everything she knew. How to spot weak men... How to make them serve them... How to make them scream in pain... How to make them scream with pleasure... And when to use each of those skills. Eric was her demonstration object throughout and, reduced to his feminised form, Madge made him beg and crawl for the group of girls, and when he failed to comply fast enough, she spanked him hard across him pantied ass. She showed them forced kissing, gripping his face firmly with one hand to squeeze his glossed lips apart before shoving her tongue deep into his mouth while arching him backwards. Once her demo was complete, she had the sisters line up to have their own turns and Eric would have been aroused by the experience of having girl after girl make out with him had his tiny chastity cage allowed for it.

Next, Madge turned him over to the sorority so they could try out their own ideas. Various props were produced from dorms including a paddle that they used for initiations and Eric was draped over a knee while they lined up to swat him in a mock welcome to their sisterhood. Finally, it began to get late and the excitement began to die down. Just as Eric began to think his ordeal might be ending, one of the smaller, quieter girls approached Madge with a large tote bag.

“This is all stuff my boyfriend gets me to wear sometimes.” She started to pull out black shiny material. “I don't mind too much...but I have always felt like I would prefer to be the one in control, you know? Be the domme?” The girl continued to remove the items including some silver chains and a large feather duster, and the interest of many of the other girls piqued once more as they began to gather around. Eric wanted to run but he was once again surrounded. Madge dropped a firm hand on his shoulder and chuckled softly.

It took nearly an hour and an entire tub of baby powder to cram him into the black latex catsuit. An entire team of girls worked on him – two held his arms tightly, one sat on his stomach while two more dragged the shiny material up his legs. The fabric squeezed him mercilessly and it was tough to breathe even before the corset was added and laced closed. Shackles were added to his wrists and ankles and locked in position so that he couldn't move them more than a few inches. When the girls lifted him to his feet, he realised they had added a pair of high-heels and he swayed like a tall tree in a strong wind. He was too busy trying not to fall to prevent the sisters pulling the latex hood with the built-in gag over his head and then feeding his hair through the back.

“Well, well, well...” Madge cackled looking her boyfriend up and down. “And I thought I knew everything.” She screwed the feather duster carefully into the gag and took a step back. “I have an idea – how about my sweet little Eric stays here with you while I go and fetch my keys tomorrow? I think it would be rude to leave without giving your house a thorough cleaning now that he is dressed for it!” Eric's heart pounded and his eyes went wide. He tried to walk towards Madge but his ankles were chained to his corset with almost no slack whatsoever. The girls giggled in unison – they all knew he was going nowhere.

The Date Part 2

 

With every vibration of Otto's phone that followed, his feminine prison was built more secure. If the picture of the epoxy resin in Tilly's hand had been a barred window, the heavily edited videos that came next each added a lock to an already firmly bolted steel door. His so-called girlfriend was drip feeding him clips of him seemingly willingly, heck excitedly, dressing himself in the figure hugging outfit he was now wearing. 'This is going to be so good!' he exclaimed in one video as he ran fingers through the long hair of his wig. 'I can't wait to see Elijah see me like this!' as he pulled a pair of satin panties slowly up his silky smooth shaved legs. How had he let Tilly persuade him to wear the panties? Boxers would show show from under the short dress, she had said – they wouldn't hug his manhood tightly enough and Elijah might notice... Otto sighed – how had he let Tilly convince him to do any of this...

He had tested the resin of course - pulling at the wig with fistfuls of synthetic hair while in the bathroom had only succeeded in giving him an awfully sore scalp. The acrylic nails wouldn't come off either, nor, Otto realised in horror would the high-heels. The figure hugging dress didn't seem attached and apparently he could drop his panties at will, but that's what the subsequent video messages had been for – Tilly wanted him to finish the date with Elijah or the clips of him gaily dressing himself would be circulated.

When Elijah invited him to his dorm room, he had accepted without thinking – anything to remove himself from staring onlookers, even if it was because they thought he was a hot girl. The dork was harmless anyway and proceeded to give Otto a tour of his hand painted figures and binders of completed DnD campaigns. Polaroids of his gaming club were taped to a mirror and the penny finally dropped. Almost all of them featured a single female gamer amongst the group of sweaty nerds – in one she even had her arms wrapped around the greasy bastard...Tilly.

Otto hid his phone in one hand and glanced back over his shoulder to where Elijah stood awkwardly the other side of an unmade bed. Tilly had just sent him pictures of the makeup she had used to paint his face – each tube and bottle was printed with 'LONG-LASTING' or 'SEMI-PERMANENT'. By now his heart was hammering in his chest. 'I see you have been invited to Eli's bedroom,' the message read, 'by now you will understand what this is about. I have been preparing you to be a fool for much longer than you have been planning your date.' Otto seethed. That bitch! How could she do this to him?! His phone buzzed again. 'But how long you stay a fool depends on you! Eli really doesn't have a clue who you are. You can still make this a night to remember for him. How about it? Either I spread these videos and your life will suck for a long time...or you can suck right now!' One more picture came through – it was of Otto posing suggestively with his short dress pulled up to expose his satin panties and a single finger pressed against his painted lips. It had supposed to be ironic but none of that came through in the picture. He just looked like a complete sissy. Hesitantly, he took a deep breath and gestured for Elijah to join him near the bed – taking care not to trip on his glued-on heels as he got down on his knees.

Being Her Valentine Part 3

 

“You really thought a couple of sisters as close as us wouldn't compare Valentine's cards?” Sara cackled gleefully. “You really are a silly sissy...a silly piggy sissy!!” She watched Michael reach up behind his head to where the ballgag was fastened – it was clear he wanted to remove it so he could respond. “What do you think you're doing?” He paused in place. “I wasn't asking you a question. I was stating a fact. You are a pathetic two-timing piggy sissy waste of DNA!” She snorted another fit of giggles as Michael averted his gaze from her. “Right, Steph?”

“Right!” Steph agreed, standing alongside her sister with her arms crossed. She wasn't taking the same level of pleasure from Michael's predicament as Sara but it stung in a different way. He saw the hurt in her eyes, and spite, and a cold need for vengeance. She had been the one he tried to cheat on after all. Sara's taunting was humiliating, but Steph's hollow intensity scared him. What had he been thinking?!

“Hey Mom,” Sara called to Sophia, who had been watching on from the other side of the room since they had dragged Michael back into the house. “What do you think we should do with this bitch? Say, I'm surprised the stupid sissy didn't send you a card too. He's clearly always had the hots for you too. All that pathetic grovelling whenever Steph brought him over for Sunday dinner. Yes, Mrs.. No, Mrs... Three bags full, Mrs...”

“Is it true?!” Steph had a fire in her voice and Michael looked up at her timidly from his position on his knees. The ballgag they had stuffed in his mouth was sucking in his cheeks awkwardly. There was no dignity in the world that could possibly be salvaged from this situation. “All this time... playing house with me... running around after my little sister... and you still thought the sun shone out of my Mom's ass? Well, let's see shall we?! Mom, get over here!”

“Yeah, Mom...” Sara laughed sharing a look with her sister and catching on with her plan. “Come here! Come help us show this piggy sissy what really shines out of your ass!” Sophia stared back tentatively then glanced at the kneeling Michael, who somehow managed to look confused in spite of the ballgag and layers of makeup.

“You girls...” Sophia smiled at her daughters and shook her head. “If I can't say 'no' to you, what chance did this cretin stand? Come on then... Let's do this!” She walked across the room and Michael looked around nervously as Steph and Sara positioned themselves either side of him. Sophia stopped in front of him, turned around and hiked her skirt up so he was face-to-ass with her g-string parted cheeks. Before he could react, the three women acted with impressive coordination. Sophia pulled down her panties and bent over and Steph and Sara each grabbed the back of his head and firmly pressed it forward. Michael's world went black. “Hold him tight, girls!” Sophia hollered. “With that gag, our little piggy will have no choice but to breathe me in!”

Being Her Valentine Part 2

 

“Come on, Steph. Please let me in!” Michael thumped his fists against the glass. “I know I said I would do whatever you wanted, but there is no reason to torture me. I just want to fix our relationship!” He let his hands fall to his sides as his girlfriend continued to stare at him impassively from the other side of the sliding door. He wasn't even sure she could hear him. However, if he continued to shout, he sure would attract the attention of their neighbours. Michael looked around at the multiple houses with direct lines of sight into their yard where he was pleading. What would he look like to them? He surveyed himself in his reflection in the glass door. He really did look like a piggy sissy in the heavy makeup and blonde wig – completely naked except for the hot pink bra and panties. “Come on, Steph!” He begged. “I'm...I'm...” His mind raced. “I'm so cold!” But Steph simply turned around and left her position at the window.

“If you're so cold, put this on!” The door was open just a second but it was long enough for Steph to yell her command and hurl the pink satin dress at him. Michael just stood there dumbly, unfolding it. It had an old-fashioned cut, somewhere between a maid's dress and a babydoll with big poofy sleeves and sown in stockings. He could tell it would be tight but he really was cold and he didn't want to stand around in the bright pink underwear waiting for one of his neighbours to glance out the window. Reluctantly, he pulled the dress over his head and the stockings up his legs. Raising his arms to the watching Steph in a sarcastic pose, he turned and sat down on the decking. Maybe if he made it seem like this didn't bother him, she would end it sooner. He raised his eyebrows and folded his hands in his lap.

“Michael! What in the hell are you doing out here?!” His heart leapt in his chest at the sight of the older woman whose eyes looked like they might pop out of her skull. “And what on earth are you wearing?!” Sophia was Steph's Mom and despite being a good 25 years older, still shared the same elegant good looks. As she blinked more times than any human Michael had ever seen, he felt a wave of fresh shame wash over him at being discovered like this. “You look like a...like a...total sissy!”

“Hey, Mom! I have your car keys!” Michael heard a fresh voice calling from the other side of the fence. The gate through which Sophia had entered the yard swung open once more and the owner of the voice entered. “Hey, Mom – any idea why Steph told us to come round the back...” The new woman stopped mid sentence and her jaw dropped open. Where Sophia was attractive, her youngest daughter, Sara, was stunningly beautiful. She possessed Steph's sharp angular features but retained a youthful mischief her older sister had lost a few years back. It had been why Michael had sent her the Valentine's card. Sara's mouth closed into an evil grin and suddenly he knew exactly what was happening. “I see my sister didn't waste any time punishing you for trying to two-time us...”

Being Her Valentine Part 1

“That's it, Michael. Paint it on nice and thick.” Steph instructed. “Come on. Just like I showed you. Just like you promised!” Michael squinted at the tiny brush in his hand, concentrating on the tiny grains of powder on its end before allowing his vision to unfocus to the round makeup mirror with the illuminated edge. He almost didn't recognise the face that gazed back, caked with different shades of colour and framed by the bangs of the blonde wig. “What are you waiting for? Slather it on you piggy sissy!”

“Piggy?” Michael lowered the brush and turned his head towards his girlfriend. That was the second time she had called him that now. The first time he had assumed she was being playful, just getting into character – he had even liked it. It had been authoritative...demanding. But this time there was an edge to it.

“That's right!” Steph smirked coldly. “In your Valentine's Day card to me you said you would do anything to be the man I wanted. You said you would change. Well, I am taking you up on that offer! I am showing you how to be the man I want!” She appeared to grow impatient with Michael's continued hesitance, and took the brush from his hand and proceeded to paint his eyelids with rock-solid precision. “And what I want is a Piggy Sissy!”

“Ah...” Michael's glossy red lower lip dropped open. His pride, at least what was left of it didn't appreciate Steph talking to him like that, but other parts of his anatomy did. She seemed to notice the stirring within the satin of his panties and snorted cruelly. Michael lowered his head and sat in shameful silence. He truly wanted to reignite the passion in their relationship, and he had meant every word of his pledge in the Valentine's card to Steph. By saying he would do whatever she wanted from him, his intention was to put the ball in her court. He just never thought this would be the game she would ask him to play. She had read the card in silence, her lips pursed, before folding it carefully and leaving the room. When she had returned, she was carrying her makeup box in one hand and a bright pink bra in the other. Nevertheless, he had swallowed hard and told himself – 'If this is what it takes to save our relationship so be it.'

“Almost done, Piggy!” Steph declared after several more minutes of painting his face with the brush. “There...” She smiled warmly for the first time since reading the card. “Now for phase two. Come...” She put the brush down and walked from the room. Michael's heart lept in his chest. Was she taking him to the bedroom? Was this what she wanted from him? To satisfy some kink she had been hiding? He followed her through the house with a mix of confusion and disappointment as she passed the staircase leading to their bedroom. “Look out there!” She opened the sliding door at the back of the house and stared off into the yard. Michael followed her gaze, moving closer to get a better look...until suddenly, Steph shifted her weight and shoved him with both hands over the threshold. He turned in horror just in time to see her lock the door with a loud click.

 

Hot House Part 4

 23/25

Despite his sissy maid experience being the harbinger of what was to come, Jared left the house relatively shortly after Emi had led her inglorious takeover of his and his male housemates' manhoods. It had only taken a few jolts to his scrotum, a few unsolicited spankings, a few impromptu outfit changes to convince him to cut his losses and beg the the Hot House producers to let him leave. The final straw had been one evening where Emi and one of the other girls had dressed him and Robbie in cheerleader outfits and forced them to make out with each other while the rest of the girls, and millions at home, watched on in glee. The other boys tongue had slid between his plumped glossy lips just as the cages wrapped tightly around their groins buzzed in unison.

Jared had begged for the return of his socials but what could he do? He had signed a contract and legally he didn't have a leg to stand on. The producers laughed in his still cosmetic caked face and had security remove him from the studio with his only source of income in their possession. He had tried to put it behind him but what does a 22-year-old motocross influencer do for money once you take away his social media accounts. Every time he attempted to play it straight he was thwarted by the fact he was now world famous for being a simpering sissy that made out with other sissies while having his cock lit up like a Roman Candle. Hot House was a global sensation and Jared was collateral damage.

Within two months Jared was on the verge of homelessness and Hot House was still reaching peak levels of popularity. He tried one last time to beg for the return of his social media accounts and when the producers refused, he requested to be let back into the house. To his surprise the show runners responded with a counter offer.

The other housemates had been amazed to see Jared return to the Hot House, and they were amazed further still when they saw the saw the price he had paid for it – two huge new breasts that bounced buoyantly on his chest. The girls were quick to put them to use, rubbing oiled up dildos, the latest of Emi's introductions between them, before pushing them into Jared's new collagen filled lips. He became an instant favourite for when the girls selected their toy for the night and trades were frequently made to gain his company. There were now six sissified boys shared between four female housemates and two, sometimes three, of his fellow sissies were exchanged for his nightly services. The biggest effect of his return, however, was on the other boys. Now they were truly broken. For, if Jared was willing to get tits to get back into the house, what chance did they ever have of getting out? They now knew that they were residents of this feminised hell house for the long haul. They were pathetic human sex-toys being played with by a gang of horny girls in the shop window of the world...and there was nothing they could do about it.

Hot House Part 3

 22/25

As the previous years' winner, Chris was secretly invited to be a surprise new housemate who would enter the Hot House six weeks into the new season. Of course, when he agreed and penned the contract to once again hand over his now lucrative social media accounts to the show runners in order to once again enter the house, he did so months before Emi led the now infamous sissy revolution. Within hours of the boys waking up with their cocks in electrified chastity cages, Chris's agent was calling the show attempting to get his inclusion reversed. But what could he do? A deal was a deal and if he wanted to keep his socials, he would need to fulfil his contract.

That's how Chris found himself in the house's welcome pod – an area that resembled a decompression chamber in a submarine. Chris had entered the pod from one side and the door had slid shut behind him. The next time the pod opened, he would be the newest guest on the Hot House.

Being on the outside for the first six-weeks, he knew several things that the other housemates did not. He knew that for the first two weeks the show had been on its knees. Dull guys and girls did not make for compelling television and the viewers were turning off in droves. It was only when Emi put Jared in a maid's uniform she had for some reason brought with her into the house that their was a spike in viewership. And so when Emi came to the interview room that evening and asked for the chastity cages, the producers were falling over themselves to provide. What the viewers also didn't know was that from that moment, the producers were giving Emi whatever Emi requested in the name of driving up ratings. They had already smuggled in numerous sex toys that the girls were just biding their time to put to use – and the house food was now being pumped with hormones to further feminise the unsuspecting boys. Jared had had the right idea when he elected to leave the house after 3 weeks of sissydom. That left one spare chastity cage, and as the door to the house started to slide open he prayed it wouldn't be used on him. Surely a former winner had earned more respect.

A week had passed and Chris could only shudder at his naivety of thinking he might be spared. Satin hugged his body and extensions tugged at his hair and most tellingly the charge of his cage thrummed in his lacy panties alongside a matching buttplug – the most recent introduction from Emi, Hot House's resident dom. The girls has swarmed him the second the door opened – strong hands holding him down as his male clothing was torn to shreds. The other boys had just watched on meekly – if they were sympathetic to his powerlessness they didn't show it. None of the boys spoke now. They were completely broken. They just tottered around the house on their high heels hoping that one of the girls wouldn't grab them to try out a new look or give them a random spanking. They were just waiting and hoping that their followers would fall below the threshold to allow their escape. Chris couldn't bring himself to tell them that their subscribers had soared 500% since Emi's revolution.

Hot House Part 2

 21/25

They came at night, storming the boys' dormitory of Hot House like commandos in the dark, and by the time the five male contestants knew what had happened, it was already too late. Any of the show's millions of viewers who tuned in to watch the early morning programming were treated to confusion slowly and groggily morphing into sheer terror as groans of WTF were quickly replaced by shrieks cascading from bed to bed. Each boy awoke to find themselves completely naked under their covers and upon pealing back their duvets, they stared on in horror at the tiny metal devices that had been attached to their genitals. Padlocked cages squeezed their throbbing cocks, preventing their morning wood while long flat wires wrapped around the rest of their genitalia – tightly secured with a padlock at the backs of their scrotums. One by one, the boys screamed and tugged at the mini-prisons – and one by one they realised the true helplessness of their predicament as small but painful electric shocks shots from the devices into their groins.

Hot House changed dramatically from that morning on – both as a house and as a show. The four remaining girls quickly revealed themselves as the culprits and as the new dominant presence in the house. The boys' pleas fell on deaf ears and the girls moved rapidly to assert their new order. All male clothing had been removed from the house in the same night and each boy was thrown a pair of frilled satin panties as pathetic modesty. It only got worse as the girls bathed and groomed them, removing all their body hair and applying treatments and lotions. Shocks were dealt out liberally to maintain strict compliance and by the end of the second day, each boy was a broken simpering shadow of their former selves – willing to do anything to avoid another jolt in the testicles.

The challenges would change too and it was on day 5 of the new way of things that Robbie and Jay found themselves engaged unwillingly in a staring contest – each of the boys clad in humiliating latex lingerie with a chain attached to a choker around each of their throats holding them in place. Neither could bring themselves to meet the other's eye for it would bear a stark reminder of their own degradation.

“You know this is all Emi, right?” Robbie hissed. “None of those other girls would say boo to a ghost before she got a taste for blood when Jared lost that challenge. I bet she's some kind of freak on OnlyFemmes or something.”

“I think...” Jay stammered, “I think at least this will be over soon. Our followers must be leaving in droves... No-one would want to follow someone who does...this...” He finally raised his gaze to meet Robbie's painted face. “Right!?”

A Pink n Prissy Pact Part 4

 

The buttplug was cold. Brent regretted not warming it up as soon as it popped in between his cheeks. But warm it how? He wasn't going to put it in his mouth... Besides the temperature was the least of the indignity the device offered. He was so full he felt like he might burst open from the inside. It was too late now anyway and if he didn't hurry, it was going to be buzzing around inside him, driving him giddy with pain, pleasure and humiliation. The corset was another poor choice. The Pink n Prissy Collective had sent him home with a suitcase of degrading costumes but choosing the one that actively squeezed his middle around the throbbing toy was a mistake. It pressed his caged cock tight to him too, and unlike the plug he hadn't been allowed to remove it for temporary relief so his once manhood felt like it was being relentlessly crushed.

He had to hurry. The girls would be expecting him and waiting with thumbs over phone screens ready to punish him if he was late. He had chosen the glittering corset and bikini bottoms with the fur lining because it was all one piece but pulling on the gloves and stockings and then attaching them to the garter belt had taken time – not to mention bending over to strap on the towering platform heels had been excruciating as his ass hugged its invader ever more tightly. Every moment made him want to crawl up inside himself and never come out, and today was just the first day of his new life. At last, he was satisfied that his appearance was appropriately pathetic that the Pink n Prissy Collective wouldn't punish him by activating his devices remotely using Emi's app, and he lined up his phone with the giant wall mirror in the living room.

“Once a boy...” his voice quivered as the recording started, “...now a Miss.” He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. “Once of gloom...but now of bliss.” He wanted to stop but knew he had no choice. “Once free will...but now a sissy. Now and forever...Pink n Prissy.” He swallowed hard and pressed send.

“It's here! It's here!” Cassie hollered holding her phone aloft. “Brent's first remote pledge is here!” She held her screen in front of her and the rest of the girls joined her in the kitchen of the Pink n Prissy house to watch the recording.

“No fair!” Charlotte exclaimed. “He's at home. Give him a zap and tell him to do the next one in public. Tell him to go to the mall. I want onlookers!”

“Hey, Terri. Can I ask you something?” Grace asked timidly pulling the Collective's tech geek aside as the rest of the girls continued to yell demands to further Brent's humiliation. “When you looked up Emi that time on your tablet. You know the community on OnlyFemmes... There were so many accounts there...”

“There were!” It was Josie, the group's leader who answered. “There are many of us out there who share our particular interest. Some of them go way further than we do... Scarily so... But, you know, each of us has our own method...our own little trick for getting boys like Brent into panties. And, guess what Grace? So will you!” Grace looked up to see that the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective were now crowded around her. “We promise on all things pink and prissy that you will get your mojo back. We will help you find your little trick! If it's the last thing we do...”

A Pink n Prissy Pact Part 3

 

Emi was good to her word and within a week she had dropped off Brent at the Pink n Prissy Collective house wrapped in a big bow. Literally. Collecting him at the front door from a muscle-bound courier in a tuxedo, the girls were almost surprised not to have to sign for their gift-wrapped package. Once inside, Brett stood in the entrance hall in abject terror wearing a dress not dissimilar in shape to the one they had seen on Matty the week before at Emi's except this one was shimmering satin and had matching mittens that encased Brett's hands. His legs were encased in delicate white silk stockings that fed into high-heeled ballet pumps and his face was painted with exaggerated doll like makeup beneath a long blonde wig that smelled more than a little of resin. Emi had certainly not pulled any punches in feminising the boy.

“That's not the only bow!” Cassie exclaimed gleefully as she lifted the petrified victim's dress to reveal a delicate satin ribbon tied around a mercilessly small cage clasping Brent's genitals. “Hey, look! A gift tag!” She pulled a note that had been attached loosely to the ribbon and turned it over in her hands. “Lot's of Love – Emi x” She read aloud for the other members of the Pink n Prissy Collective. “P.S. He's fitted with all my usual toys but no remote. Just scan the QR to get the app and go wild. Thought you might want to release this one into the wild!”

“Emi has her own app!?” Josie, the Collective's leader whistled. “Terri, why don't we have an app?” She turned to the group's resident tech genius.

“This is going to be the best revenge ever!” Charlotte strode forward, grabbed Brent's hand and began pulling him into the house while Cassie was busy installing Emi's app on her phone. “Hey, Grace, help me welcome our guest.” She nodded to the timid girl swamped in a massive black hoodie. “We have the mother of all pledges to prepare for!” She led the sissyfied boy into the living area and pushed him to his knees. Pulling a brush from under a sofa cushion, she began working it though his hair.

“So, Brett...I bet you thought you had seen the last of us!” Cassie entered the room, her head in her phone. “You thought your sister would protect you forever? Well, last time we saw Kirsten she was wrapped in latex and squealing like a prize pig against the business end of a vibrator!” She looked up from her screen and locked eyes with their gift, whose lip was quivering and looked close to tears. “Now, let's give this thing a test drive, shall we?” She opened a new window on her phone and slowly dragged a finger up the screen. Brett's pink lips dropped open and his eyes closed. A crackle sounded from beneath his dress and a low cry escaped his lips.

“Once a boy...” It was an hour later and Brent was beginning his pledge. Sixty minutes of torture at the hands of five girls armed with Emi's app had put a wrecking ball through any resistance he had still had and he was willing to say or do anything to end it or just even earn a respite. “Now a miss...”  

A Pink n Prissy Pact Part 2

 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” Emi announced proudly, waving her arms theatrically to a lavish apartment that was not remotely humble. The entire Pink n Prissy Collective including Grace, who was still swamped by another oversized hoodie, were squeezed into a single leather sofa and they gazed around in wonder at the vaulted ceilings, life-sized marble statues and moulded walls embossed with unashamed bondage straps and fixings. “It is always a pleasure to welcome fellow artisans of the craft.” She smiled broadly but the girls were no longer looking her way. Instead, their attention had been captured by a meek feminine creature in a flowing black lace dress perched nervously on the corner of a plush seat.

“As you can see, sometimes I bring my work home with me,” Emi chuckled softly. “I do manage almost all of my sissies remotely, but it is good to bring them in from time to time for...recalibration...” She crossed the room and stroked the long brown hair of the frightened figure gently with a latex gloved hand. “This one is Matty. He signed up for my services via OnlyFemmes about a month ago. A volunteer, believe it or not. Lord knows I prefer a bounty, but a shark's gotta eat...and I am a man-eater.” She flashed her teeth. “Grace!” She switched her attention suddenly and the timid girl in the hoodie almost jumped out of her skin. “How are you enjoying Kirsten? You must be a pro at taming her by now? Say, you wanna give dear Matty here a test drive?” Emi strode over to an impossibly large television on six-inch heeled boots and swooped up one of the remotes. The figure that had been identified as Matty visibly wilted at the site of it and he pulled back in his seat, holding his arms behind him and bringing his knees together in a clear posture of retreat. “Give it a go!” Emi tossed the remote into Grace's lap.

“Okay...” Grace stammered looking down at the device. It had just two buttons – one with a tiny but clear image of a cock-cage, the other with a picture of what seemed to be a bejewelled buttplug. Not wanting to upset the terrifying mistress, Grace softly pushed the first button. On cue, Matty gave a high-pitched squeal and lurched in his seat, dragging his towering heels across the wooden floor. Grace stopped immediately and the sissy sat there panting, his stockinged legs pushed firmly together. The second button had a noticeably similar but different effect. Grace pressed this one longer, keen to endear herself to Emi, and Matty's initial jolt of shock appeared to quickly subside into something else. His painted face became foggy and sweat appeared on his brow. Realising she was enjoying her power over the boy, Grace held her thumb down and Matty's short breaths started to hitch irregularly. The rest of the Collective watched on in delight and she slowly but surely brought the sissified boy to orgasm albeit one smothered by his cage. A surreal silence filled the room.

“So, you will get Kirsten's brother for us – Brent?! Josie finally asked.

“Not like this,” Emi shook her head. “I am going out of town next week for some reality TV thing. I am sure you will hear all about that very soon... But don't worry, I will deliver Brent to you with all the toys you need to control him. As my fellow artisans of our noble craft, I trust you to enact your own brand of justice.” She winked and continued to stroke Matty's hair as he softly groaned.

A Pink n Prissy Pact Part 1

 This is a new 4 part story to build on my Pink n Prissy Collective. The rest of this series is on my index page

“I think this one is nearly ready for the pledge!” Charlotte announced folding her arms. The subject of her proclamation was Hunter, who hours earlier had been stuffed into a latex French maid costume and shoved in a closet in the shared area of the Pink n Prissy House. The boy had just been delivering pizza ads and the Collective's tech wizard, Terri had spotted him through the doorbell camera. Never ones to pass up a chance to feminise an unsuspecting boy, the group of girls had grabbed him and pulled him inside. Josie, the Pink n Prissy Collective's leader, as well as their muscle, had held him down while her comrades frantically tore Hunter's clothing away before waxing and painting him into an overwhelmed glossy mess. Hours later, he was their latest trophy, stewing in his new panties, waiting to be inducted into the Pink n Prissy hall of fame.

“Do you think he is broken enough, yet?” Cassie called over. She was the group's innocent faced assassin. As sweet as she looked she had an arsenal of toys for breaking down boys and was also a master, or should we say mistress, manipulator. “I know he's been in there hours, and that rubber dress does look super uncomfortable, but I have ways to make him squeal!” She stared the boy in the face and licked her lips like a kitten.

“No, Cassie. I don't think we need your buttplug right now...” Charlotte shook her head and then grinned broadly at her blushing friend. “Besides, this isn't just Hunter's pledge. This is for Grace too.” She nodded to the fifth member of the Pink n Prissy Collective, who was bundled up in a massive oversized hoodie and looking almost as vulnerable as the boy in the closet. “This is the first one since we got Grace back from that bitch, Kirsten. This is her first steps to recovery!”

“You know what doesn't seem fair?” Cassie sighed. “Emi took care of Kirsten for us – she is now some kind of OnlyFemmes plaything...and even Stephanie is whoring it up every weekend in biker bars. But that dweeb, Brent, Kirsten's brother is the one that started this whole thing...the reason Kirsten did what she did to Grace, and he has got away with it pretty much scott-free. We don't even know where is he? He got away with it and there's nothing we can do...”

“Maybe there is...” Terri smiled, pulling out her tab. She opened an app and angled the screen so that Grace could see it was OnlyFemmes. “This is a community page. It is where we communicate with like minded individuals.” Grace could see she was scrolling through a list of usernames in alphabetical order – Aiko<3, Alice@Law, Anna_ownsJ&R, Artist(Inactive), AzaleaBN, Bunnimacher(Inactive), CassiePnP, CharlottePnP, CLAIREbrody, drlilith... Finally she reached EmiTheShark and opened a DM. “If anyone can find Brent, it is Emi. I would just hate to be in his heels when she does... Now we have pledge to be getting on with...”

“Come on, you!” Commanded Charlotte leading Hunter from the closet by his chin and giving him a firm swat across his latex covered butt with her free hand. She pushed the broken boy to his knees as the other girls crowded around, camera-phones in hand. “Repeat after me, 'Once a boy...'”

Whatever Happened to Saul? (Rescue Package)

 Today's Flashback Friday is a continuation of my LoanRanger story. All the previous captions in this series are on my index page. This particular flashback is for Rescue Package.

As a man, Saul had been a stress magnet. A failing business and a failing marriage would be enough to get any guy a little anxious, but throw in Saul's nervous disposition and you got a cauldron of jitters. As a man, Saul has been a sweat factory – but as a woman, he was something else entirely.

The stage-lights certainly didn't help. In fact, the whole backstage area was a furnace, and by the time Saul finally got to take his weight off his painfully high-heeled feet, perspiration was streaming down the back of his leather corset and into the seat of his rhinestone covered panties. Already, he could feel a damp patch forming on the velvet cover on the chair holding his plump surgery enhanced ass. Suspenders were chaffing his freshly waxed legs and his nylon stockings were itching uncomfortably.

“You always were a nervous wreck at things like this,” Vivienne his ex-wife and new CEO of LoanRanger spotted him panting in his chair. “Good thing we had the sense to set you up with waterproof makeup for tonight. And with your hair all grown out now, at least you don't need to wear a heavy wig.” She nodded sympathetically at Saul's sweaty brow as the buzz of excitement from the crowd the other side of the curtain started to gather volume.

“Small mercies...” Saul replied dryly and breathed out heavily, his large round breast implants pushing against the leather material of his top and producing another epicentre of warmth on his body. “Vivienne...” he sighed and tossed his long blonde hair to one side and nervously pushing the toe of one of his stilettos into the wooden floor, ...”can't I at least take the plug out for this? There are so many people out there, and it is so uncomfortable. I feel so full with it in and I just know I will forget my lines. It makes me feel so distracted...so...”

“Horny...?” Alice, the LoanRanger company attorney and architect of the scheme that had transformed both Saul and his life in exchange for saving him from his creditors, approached the former husband and wife from behind. “I am afraid there is no time,” the lawyer explained gleefully. “I mean, while I am sure you are nice and loose by now, by the time you have squeezed that cute little princess plug out, the Annual Credit and Loans Awards night will be half-way through its second presentation. If its hostess was spending that time expelling a sextoy in front of them...well, that would just be improper, wouldn't it?” She drank in Saul's baleful look and noted the sympathetic wince on the face of Vivienne, her client. “I will tell you what though, Sugartits. If you waddle that pretty plump ass of yours out onto that stage and entertain those people in your sexy little outfit, I will give you a little 'prompt' every time you forget your lines.” She produced a keyfob and gave Saul a little taste of what she meant that almost sent him leaping out of his seat. “If I were you, I would concentrate,” she grinned as the lights dimmed and the curtains began to open ominously. “Screw up too much and you could be putting on a very different kind of show...

Under the Influence Part 9

 

As Brody crawled along the paved streets, so did his skin. Thousands of people had seen Claire's feminine creation by now, but he had always been safely behind a webcam and someone's screen. Now he was exposed for all the world to see. Real life was not like an OnlyFemmes profile. He was not there purely for those willing to pay to enjoy him. He was there for the angry glares, the disapproving stares, the tuts, the head-shakes – all as Lady Radius half-guided, half-dragged his bound body across the town square.

She had started by reaching under his pathetic maid's dress and grabbing him by his shrivelled manhood. The hormones had made him weak but the months of non-stop humiliation and self-degradation had made him weaker and he was no match for the powerful woman. She had pulled the uniform up over his head and pushed him forward onto the bed while he still tried to nurse his throbbing genitals. A few hard swats on the ass from the leather riding crop followed and then the dress was up over his head completely. Lady Radius pushed a knee painfully in his back began to use a long piece of rope to bind his arms behind his back – even adding the humiliating detail of looping it around his soft hormone induced breasts.

Once he was firmly secured, the domina rolled him onto his back and struck him directly between the legs with the riding crop. The black satin panties offered little protection and with his arms beneath him, he was completely powerless to defend himself and simply lay their trembling as the vicious woman pulled firstly a pair of stockings up to his thighs and then some over the knee leather boots. She yanked him off the bed and he quickly realised the heels were far too high for him to walk in, but that was clearly the point as Lady Radius dragged him on his knees across the hotel's dingy carpet.

Once in the street, Brody was thankful for the uncomfortable boots as at least the leather protected his knees as he was hauled relentlessly across the city. He didn't know how long they would continue on like this, but clearly he was being taken somewhere. Lady Radius's home? Her dungeon?! A sick feeling entered his stomach. Would she be taking him on public transport? Like this?! The stares from the street were bad enough – close up would be unbearable. His head dropped in shame and his mistress gave with a swat with the crop to make him keep the pace. Wherever they were going wouldn't be good. He had the feeling this was the most comfortable it was going to get, even with the unsuspected buttplug Lady Radius has rammed in his ass during their trip down the hotel elevator.

The terms of his sister's bounty ad played over and over in his head - NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY. NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY. NO SAFEWORDS. NO MERCY!!! Lady Radius was truly the victorious domme, yet there was no way he could pay her prize. He chanced a look at her scowling face just as she pressed a heel into his fleshy exposed asscheek. Somehow, he didn't think she would take the news well...

Under the Influence Part 8

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Brody stuffed yet another pillow into its case and cursed under his breath as one of the stupid acrylic nails his sister had glued to him caught on the coarse fabric. Finally freeing himself, he swore again and tossed the pillow onto the bed. He had spent countless hours humiliating himself, all the time putting money in Claire's bank account, and yet in a way, this was somehow worse. Not the least of his problems was the ridiculous uniform he had been given to wear. Sure, it was befitting of the role he was fulfilling, but it was not befitting of his body. He may have slender curves and soft skin from the hormones his sister had been feeding him, but he still maintained his average male height and as a result the flimsy skirt of the maid's outfit flipped over his pantied ass every time he raised his arms.

The meagre money he had stuffed into his purse upon escaping from his apartment had barely covered two nights in a hotel, leaving him absolutely nothing for the guys' clothing he craved so much. Two days of hiding in his room passed excruciatingly slowly. The only times he dared slip outside was to get his fill of the breakfast buffet and he spent the entire time scanning the dining hall in fear of spotting a leather-clad dominatrix, whip in hand, stalking her prey. Still, the large purse he had brought with him came in handy as he was able to fill it with pastries to keep him full for the rest of the day. No-one suspected the delicate blonde woman in the gaudy dresses of trying to steal food.

By the time checkout arrived, Brody still didn't have a plan and desperation set in. That is how he became the newest member of the Rest-Eze Hotel's housekeeping staff. Management agreed to let him continue to stay in his room as long as he spent the day cleaning and preparing bed linens. It wasn't clear if that was the only job available, or if the leering manager just wanted to see what the blonde creature with glowing skin and plump lips would look like as a French Maid, but one thing was for sure – the flimsy uniform he was given simply wasn't up to the task.

Brody threw a duvet cover over the bed and the familiar swish of the dress exposing his ass instantly made him regret it. The phone tucked into his apron vibrated and he removed it to see he had a message from his sister. Probably she wanted to know where he was hiding. To his horror the screen simply read “REST-EZE HOTEL, MAIN STREET”. Another one popped up instantly. “WHAT YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT AT SOME POINT? I PUT A TRACKER UNDER ONE OF YOUR NAILS.” And then finally, “I ALSO POSTED A LINK TO IT ON YOUR ONLYFEMMES PAGE. JUST IN CASE.”

Before he could scream, the door flew open and a sneering figure blocked his exit. Brody stood there in heels dumbly, the duvet still in his hands as Lady Radius snapped the riding crop into her palm.

Under the Influence Part 7

 The rest of this story so far is on my index page

By now, Brody had many regrets. He had after all allowed himself to be blackmailed by his sister into becoming her own personal Youtube Barbie, and worse, his subsequent revenge plot had backfired badly and he now found himself the subject of a nationwide sissy bounty hunt where every domme in the country believed he would be paying them 10k to make him their slave. What was it the OnlyFemmes post said? No safewords, no mercy? However, more than any of that, in that moment, he regretted clicking on Lady Radius's profile.

Claire's post complete with his name and address was still fresh on his screen, but already hungry dominas had begun licking their lips and posting comments on the bounty post. One mistress, Lady Radius, seemed particularly keen to claim her rewards and thinking she couldn't be all that bad, Brody clicked into her OnlyFemmes profile. It was that bad! The images were only on the screen a second but it was enough to scar him and spark him into action. Endless screenshots of helpless feminised sissies...metal and leather...chains and whips...throbbing dildos...bulging eyes. Brody shuddered. He had to get out of here now.

Quickly, he threw off the frilly dress he had put on to use his computer and looked for something more inconspicuous to wear. Catching sight of his undressed body in a mirror, he was reminded of how soft and curvy he had become from the hormones he had been taking to try to pass as Claire and his desperation to find appropriate clothing became all the more desperate. Of course, he had mailed all his own clothes to his sister as part of the blackmail but besides this, most of the outfits Claire had selected for his influencer career were ridiculous and over-the-top. The best he could find was a smart white blouse and and leather skirt he had been made to dress in for a work-wear video and so he pulled them on and stuffed a handful of other clothing into the biggest purse he had. Seeing that his grown out hair had become loose and his makeup smudged in his panic, he tossed some cosmetics into the bag, climbed into some heels and headed for the door.

Brody had tried on hundreds of outfits for thousands of people through the supposed 'comfort' of his webcam but not since his tormenting night promoting 'Ripped Gene's' had he been outside en femme, and even that wasn't during daylight. Now, exiting his building, even knowing how convincing his transformation was, he felt horribly exposed. Knowing that an army of mistresses were out there desperate to make him their bitch only exacerbated things. Clutching his purse in one hand, he peered out from behind a stone pillar at the crowds of people going about their daily lives, no idea what to do next. He suddenly realised that he had not put any panties back on after his revealing webcam show and a breeze crept up his flowing skirt and around his hormone shrivelled manhood. Whatever he was going to do, he couldn't stay here and he certainly couldn't go home. Friends and family obviously weren't an option in his current state so he needed to lay low while he figured things out. He had a little money so maybe he could stay at a local hotel for a few days while he ordered some men's clothes and turned himself back to his normal self. There's no way he could regret that...right?!

Whatever Happened to Jared and Rory? (Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy)

 The full story including the original Sissy vs Sissy is on my index page

The water was warm. And there were bubbles...lots of bubbles – enough to cover their naked bottoms. These were about the only positives of bath day – truly the smallest of small mercies. Jared and Rory sat in the tub facing each other – each a living feminised reminder of the other's predicament.

Anna had removed their underwear bottoms but left their bras on, Rory in black and Jared in white, as they were effectively redundant but for furthering their humiliation, and had taken great pleasure in leading them to Aunt Clarissa's bathroom on their hands and knees via matching dog leashes she had fixed round their necks. The size of the bath meant that both boys were forced to kneel in the water so she made the best of this by making them lean all the way back while she scrubbed at them with a large sponge. Relief had flooded their faces when she had revealed they could remove the buttplugs for their wash but the tiny cock cages remained on and Anna had smirked wickedly at seeing the boys' imprisoned dicks strain against their restraints as she took her time rinsing their bodies. By now they had spent a maddening amount of time in chastity and her touch was clearly too much for them to handle. She tried to imagine their shame and frustration at having their bodies betray them for the very person responsible for their degradation and grinned even wider.

“Maybe we need to start milking you...” Anna said thoughtfully as she adjusted the cat ears atop Rory's head and almost burst into laughter at the sudden hopeful expression in his eyes. “Or maybe you should milk each other...” The expression turned to anger and then quickly to shame. Anna parted the bubbles and cupped Rory's groin as if it were a wounded kitten. “We can't keep our precious sissies with blue balls can we?” She raised one eyebrow and leaned close to the horrified sissy's face, keeping her hand wrapped around his genitals and smirking as she felt their futile bulge. Without warning, Rory gave a sudden shudder and shot out a leg, catching Jared on the hip. “Well, that wasn't very nice!”

“I'm sorry!” Rory stammered. “I didn't mean to – it was an accident!”

“Nevertheless...” Anna shook her head and stood back from the bathtub. “I think it is important you make amends!” She giggled at the sorrowful gaze Rory offered his friend, knowing it wasn't for what he had done but for what was to come. “I think you should show how sorry you are with a big apologetic kiss!” Rory stared at her hesitantly. “And if you don't, well, I am sure Aunt Clarissa will teach you some tenderness this evening.” Anna grinned triumphantly as her two obedient toys slowly lent in with their lips parted.