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 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.

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...

The Lost Art of Gift Giving

“Can I make an observation?” Josephine asked as she snapped another photo. Her client was stood between a pair of Christmas Trees wearing a Santa red latex dress with matching stiletto and glossy nylon pantyhose. Usually, her clients ordered her photoshoot experience days as a feminine escape from their mundane masculine existences, but in spite of the layers of cosmetics painting Greg's face into a creature of beauty, he did not look pleased at all. “You don't seem all that happy. Are you not enjoying this? We can try some different outfits if you would prefer?”

“It's that obvious is it?” Greg brushed some blonde locks of his wig from his face and gently rolled his eyes. With makeup contouring on his face and his thick red lips, it looked like little more than a prissy pout. “Look, I don't want to offend, but this really isn't my thing.” He watched the vivacious photographer's face contort with confusion and sighed. “It's my cousins... There are four of us, and we kind of came up with this tradition about 7 or 8 years ago that whatever we received from each other for Christmas had to be used regardless of how we felt about it. We kind of had issues with re-gifting and it was supposed to fix this and teach each of us to be more grateful. That was the intention anyway.” Greg blushed as if remembering his predicament and started to fidget with the petticoat beneath his dress before thinking better of it. “So, after a few years, I kind of started to have some fun with it. I would gift weird embarrassing things, John got a mankini, I got Abigail a whipped-cream enema kit...the one year I got Kacey glow in the dark nipple rings. She didn't realise she had to keep them in for six weeks so they would heal...she had them in for her wedding...”

“So let me guess,” Josephine grinned and started to shoot pictures again. “They teamed up and got you a makeover photoshoot with little old me this year? By the way, what actually is to say you actually have to use the presents? What's to stop you saying no?”

“It is an automatic disinvite from everything, every family event – weddings, birthdays...even the Easter Egg Hunt. It is immediate family pariah status.” Greg settled his hands on his hips. “And actually, the photoshoot was just John's gift. Kacey got me a round of hormone therapy, she insisted I take them for a month before I came to you. She quote unquote wanted me to have curves to show off. And Abigail...well, she got me...” He glanced down nervously at the hem of his vinyl dress and whispered, “...a chastity cage...”

“Ah...” Josephine chuckled, “now I understand why you didn't want me to show you how to tuck after I put your breastplate on. You're already tucked up nice and tight.” She arched one eyebrow over her camera. “That is if the pills have left you much to tuck.” She tried to stifle her laughter as she continued to shoot photos. The cousins had got Greg good but it probably wasn't the moment to mention that John had paid for the premium package and she had used permanent makeup and threaded the wig into his actual hair.  

 

Regifted

 

Giles knew something was wrong the moment he opened his eyes. Waking up underneath the Christmas Tree was never a good way to start the day. How much brandy had he drank last night? Groaning, he stumbled to his feet, taking a line of tinsel from the tree with him. His head was spinning and he raised a hand to his temple to find that he was still wearing the stupid Santa hat that girl from the bar had put on his head. He scrunched his eyes in an attempt to remember anything else he didn't need his wife finding out about. Finding nothing but a blurry haze, he attempted to remove the tinsel from around his neck only for it to catch on something. Hair? He fumbled with confusion. Long glossy hair? Following the line of tinsel with his eyes, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of a slender, tight feminine body with a pierced navel and tidy round breasts wrapped in a red silk ribbon. He raised the tinsel up that was by now draped over his shoulders like he was a snake dancer, as if his normal male body was there somewhere – he just needed to find it.

“In case you haven't figured it out yet, it is a bodysuit!” Giles's wife stood in the doorway with her arms folder over her chest. “It is my present to myself. Cause I know now I can't rely on my worthless husband to get me something I want – except maybe stumbling home blackout drunk and smelling of perfume on Christmas Eve. It sure made getting you in that thing a damn sight easier.” She watched Giles open and close his mouth pathetically and strode across the room towards him. “You promised me something good this year. And, fool me, I actually believed you – despite how many times you have disappointed me in the past. I believed you until I found these in the closet anyway!” She held up a plastic display box. “Ho-Ho-Ho Horny vibrating nipple rings,” she read aloud, “self-piercing and equipped with mini-electroshocks to give your love life a spark this Christmas.” Giles's wife sighed. “No, freaking, thank you!?”

“Honey...” Giles started to protest and paused at the sound of the soft feminine lilt that was now his voice. He raised a hand to his swan-like throat and traced a finger to a pair of soft pink lips, which were by now hanging open in horror. He caught his wife's glare before shifting his gaze to his would-be gift. The box was empty. His knees quivering involuntarily.

“Whatever is the matter?” His wife smiled coyly. “Is it this?” She pulled a keyfob from her pocket and seconds later Giles was squealing in pain as sparks shot from his ribbon covered breasts. “I guess at least your shitty gift came with batteries.” She smirked cruelly and gave him another zap. “And to think this is what you wanted for me... To spark my tits until I performed whatever depraved act you wanted from me.” She watched with satisfaction as Giles's new delicate form fell to his knees in front of the tree panting. “Well, we'll see who the Ho Ho Ho really is this afternoon. I invited a couple of my guy friends over for Christmas dinner. I haven't decided yet if I am going to make you watch them screw me, or if I will watch them give you a good stuffing – either way you are finally giving me a gift I actually want...”

What Else Happened to Stephanie? (Whatever Happened to the Pink n Prissy Collective)

This is a continuation of the Pink n Prissy Collective story which can be found in full on my index page. This particular caption is a flashback of this one with the unfortunate Stephanie appearing in her second Flashback Friday.

Stephanie pushed her way into the apartment, the by now familiar butterflies beginning to flutter in her stomach. Her latest conqueror, a short-haired goth girl so-called Arachna, followed her in – very butch, very cool, certainly not new to this kind of thing. Not that Stephanie was by this point. This was the fourth girl she'd gone home with this month in her newest attempt to scratch the itch that Kirsten had exposed.

Arachna's flat was all black suede and leather. It smelled just like the motorbike jacket Stephanie had clung to all the way back from the New Year's party at the lesbian bar where she had allowed herself to wooed with whisky and picked up. By contrast, Stephanie was all powder and shine – perfectly conditioned blonde hair and latex leggings so glossy you could see your face in her ass. Just as she had been that day in Kirsten's room...

“I'm gonna take you places, Bitch!” Arachna smelled her and wrapped a fingerless gloved hand around one of Stephanie's shiny butt-cheeks. She hated herself for it, but the b-word struck a chord in her and she could feel herself already starting to get wet. She parted her lips and turned to see the lesbian was pulling a strapon up over her jeans. “I'm gonna show you the fucking world!” She pushed Stephanie forward so that she was leaning over a sofa with both hands pressed into the leather cushioned wall. “I'm gonna grant all your wishes like no genie ever could!” And then Stephanie's leggings were being peeled down over her ass. An odd duality took over and she was somehow back at Kirsten's but also being bent over by this new girl. She felt the dildo being lined up with her dripping sex, ready to be pushed home.

“No!” Stephanie cried softly. “Not there!” Shame crept through her like an echo of every time she had played out this scene – like an echo of that first time with the entire Pink n Prissy Collective watching on with glee at her violation. She swallowed and imagined the last vestige of her pride dropping into her stomach. She needed this. She wished to God she didn't, but, fuck did she need this. “Put it in my ass!” She stammered.

“Dirty Bitch!” Arachna scoffed but didn't need asking twice. She repositioned her toy, rubbed some extra spit on it, and pushed it slowly but firmly into Stephanie's most private hole. She instantly went blind with a cocktail of pain and pleasure. She was being split in half and filled with something new – it was degradation, shame, lust and paradise all melted into one. A hand pulled her hair into a reign, another spanked at the ass that was being mercilessly violated. And then the hands were in her mouth, hooking her cheeks wide as she was slammed into again and again. Stephanie tried to reach back to spread herself to make her ordeal more comfortable but Arachna pushed her forward onto the sofa and continued harder. Stephanie moaned as she felt the first signs of an orgasm building – the familiar throb that she was chasing and had been chasing over and over since Kirsten – and that she knew she would go on chasing every weekend...

The Purest Gift Part 4

 

By the time Laurence had completed a working day in Esme's shoes, not to mention her body and vibrating panties, he had come seven times. His underwear was soaked and chaffed his ass at least as painfully as Gloria's catsuit had. Every time he felt the heat start to grow in his loins, his cheeks flushed with humiliation and though he averted his eyes from his co-workers, he knew they knew. Is this how Esme had felt every time? She had a world class business mind and he had treated her like nothing more than a toy. He hadn't made her wear a buttplug – that seemed to have been some kind of transference from his experience as Gloria, but like the actress, he had used her shamelessly. Laurence wasn't sure if this was all real, but the guilt sure was.

“Well done, Laurence!” The waif's voice reverberated in his head. “You have faced your guilt. You have cleansed yourself of the pain your past actions have caused. You are pure once more. You are now ready to receive the Gift!” Laurence's heart thudded in his chest as once more the walls swirled like the filmed edge of a bubble and began to close on him. When they washed through him, the world went black.

Laurence regained consciousness to find himself outside in the hot sun. He looked around himself at the yellow rock and realised he was at the entrance of the cave, where his adventure had began. Raising his arms to check for cuts and bruises, his breath caught in his throat. They were soft and slender and slightly sun-kissed. A gold bracelet clasped his narrow wrist. Frantically, he assessed the rest of himself. He was still in Esme's body. Gone was the humiliating office attire and in its place was an elegant figure hugging white dress, but her curves remained – her pinched waist, long limbs and round breasts all remained.

“Congratulations on receiving the Gift!” The ethereal voice beamed down on him with the sun. “Your absolution! You are forgiven! You are pure once more! No longer will you carry the crimes of the pain you caused others – for you have faced them and come out the other side...transformed!” Indeed, when Laurence searched his feelings and thought about what he had done to Gloria and Esme, he felt nothing. He felt no guilt, no pain...he was cleansed...but he was also a woman! He looked around wildly for...what?! Anything! This couldn't be the gift!? It just couldn't!? “What's wrong?” The voice asked. “Don't be ungrateful, Laurence! Forgiveness is the greatest Gift a man can receive. But it is not one given lightly. Your transgressions were particularly cold and so you needed a reminder to stay pure...a permanent reminder. There is one more thing...well, two actually!” The voice paused and Laurence yelped as he felt the cold steel of a buttplug growing inside his ass, splitting his newly pert backside in half, and on cue, panties he didn't even know he was wearing started to vibrate furiously. “If you ever slip from your purity,” the voice continued, “I reserve these two reminders to keep you so. These are my gifts...to myself.” The waif's laughter floated away on the breeze.

The Purest Gift Part 3

 

It took Laurence what felt like an eternity to traverse the snowy countryside. He didn't know if time existed in this place, whatever it was, but his ass rubbed raw by the latex catsuit and invaded by the steel of the buttplug definitely acknowledged its passing. This is what Gloria had endured that day he realised as he approached the lodge where they had spent the night. And how had he rewarded her? By demanding she suck him off in front of the fireplace and never calling her in spite of the promises he had made to enhance her acting career. Shame washed over him and not just because of the degrading situation he found himself in.

“Your cleansing is going well!” The ethereal voice whistled with the swirling snow. “But there is more to be done!” Laurence realised that the sky seemed to be closing in on him...like a bubble shrinking. Soon it was just above his head and then it engulfed him covering his face and he suddenly remembered how he had finished on Gloria's face on that day he just experienced. Unknown to her, it would be their goodbye.

When the world reappeared Laurence found himself bending forward, barely holding his balance. He was back inside at least – somewhere he recognised in fact. It was his offices back in Manhattan, noisy and bustling with people. He was face to face with a filing cabinet and he was overbalanced because he was wearing a pair of towering heels. The steel of the buttplug was still clenched between his ass but it felt different somehow. He felt different, and not because he was no longer wearing the ridiculous latex outfit. A chill breathed against the backs of his thighs – a gap left by the different materials of his dress – the polyester of an obscenely short skirt and the nylon of a pair of stockings. At once he knew who he was.

Esme was his office manager. She was hugely overqualified for the role, boasting a phD and an IQ pushing 150 but he had promised a future that included a boardroom position to obtain someone of her exquisite beauty to run his office. Once she was onboard, he had gleefully moved the goalposts to test her ambitions, insisting on scandalous office-wear – skirts that failed to cover her sculpted ass, lip-fillers and.... Laurence crashed into the cabinet as the vibrating panties suddenly activated. He clutched the metal gasping as the underwear buzzed relentlessly, teasing his body to its limit. A moan escaped his lips and he imagined the busy office stopping to watch his debasement. The trigger, he knew, was in his desk drawer. He had kept it near him for almost a year until Esme had finally tired of waiting for the promotion that would never come. She had been a genius and he had used her as a toy.

The panties went up a gear and Laurence was barely able to stay standing. He wanted to sit but feared inadvertently driving the buttplug even further up his ass. Instead, he clung to the drawers with his ass stuck out and only half-covered by the tiny skirt, grunting through gritted teeth as the entire office watched his first female orgasm.

The Purest Gift Part 2

 

“To be worthy of the Gift, you must be pure! To be pure, you must face your past transgressions!. You must endure... Will you endure. Laurence?” The voice echoed and expanded into a hollow whistle, and Laurence's bubble expanded with it. Growing until it filled the cavern, it seemed to paint the walls with sky and the ground with snow until with a shrill pop, he realised he was outside.

Laurence scanned the horizon of endless farmland covered in snow. He knew this place. He'd been here years ago. Switzerland... Suddenly, he realised why his reflection in the bubble had been so familiar...Gloria!

Laurence tried to move forward and almost fell head first into the snow. The skis attached to his feet having not been there seconds before, felt alien and only the poles that had appeared from nowhere in his hands, saved him. There was a squeaky crackle and the shiny material of his snow-suit rubbed painfully across his body...up his legs, over his ass...his breasts. No, this was wrong!? How could he be Gloria?!

Gloria had been a young tv soap actress Laurence had a brief fling with years before. She had been a whirlwind of energy and ambition, but she had also been desperate...insecure. Laurence had told her he could use his power to open doors for her. All she had to do for him was...

The details of the trip to Switzerland formed in Laurence's memory. The latex ski-suit he had picked out for Gloria – him insisting she be completely naked underneath. She had done as he asked of course and Laurence had ignored her forced smile to stare at her ass all day as she uncomfortably shifted from one ski to another. Laurence's mouth went dry as he remembered the other thing he had insisted on.

The steel buttplug made him feel fuller than he had ever been in his life. It was if were being split in two. He groaned low and feminine and steam blew from his pink lips. He had made Gloria ski 20 miles in nothing but a latex catsuit with a plug jammed up her ass, and never given her the fame she wanted. And now he was Gloria? Was this the cleansing the waif spoke about? Would he have to make the same journey? He tried to push himself forward over the white powder and it was immediately apparent that he was far weaker that he was used to. Gloria's slender frame held a fraction of the strength of his toned body. He managed five meters before dropping his poles to the snow and putting his hands on his rubber clad knees with exhaustion. As he did so, the buttplug shifter awkwardly in his ass. Holy shit, the Gift better be worth it, he thought gritting his teeth.

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.  

Space Booty Part 3

“Okay, so let's go over the plan?” Captain John Broad looked conspiratorially at Kara his First Mate. They were stood in the corridor outside the captain's quarters that was now being claimed by the pirates as their own. “I go in there, distract them with my...charms...maybe dance a little, get naked...and then what? Snatch one of their phasers? Slit their throats? Grab the keys to their vessel and run for it? Or will you and Ally burst in when they least expect it?”

“May I suggest reverse space cowgirl?” Kara grinned as what was once her captain stared back blankly. “I mean, it's great for getting nice and deep and the reduced gravity will mean those big strong pirate men will have no problems bouncing you up and down like a beach ball on Pluto. If you think you were horny in the cargo hold, trust me, you are in for a treat. Although, I suppose I am not sure where that new pussy actually leads to...but I can make an educated guess...”

“You mean...?” John looked back at her in horror – a pair of bunny ears flopped pathetically atop his tangled hair. Kara and Ally had spent the last half an hour preparing him for their plan – one which the captain had assumed had involved their escape. They had dressed him from a menagerie of outfits in a crate that had accompanied the bodysuits in the hold, and intentionally selected the most demeaning, humiliating one they could find – a skimpy latex bra and thong set complete with a translucent excuse for a skirt. The captain turned to face her, his eyes hard and his breasts floating around in their flimsy cups in the reduced gravity. “You ungrateful bitch...after everything I have done for you... Well, if you think I am just going to go in there and debase myself, you...”

“Oh?” Kara raised an eyebrow as she produced a tiny device from her pocket. She smirked as the captain's sentence trailed off into a long orgasmic scream. The bodysuit was state-of-the-art and its perks were near instant. Just one click of the key-fob and there was sweat on his brow, a tremble in his lips and a buckle in his knees. She clicked it once more for good measure and the voluptuous creature in the bunny ears had to steady herself on the ship's wall while grunting like a pig. “I take it your resistance is already broken,” the First Mate nodded. “Good thing too – the pirates are sparing us and our ship and taking you instead. We've assured them that you can satisfy their every need, and if you can't, they've got plenty of these things.” She pressed the device again and the captain's body bucked wildly – his hands clamoured desperately for the crotch of the bodysuit but they shook so much with ecstasy he couldn't part the slit in the crotchless panties. “You told me I had to sleep with the captain to get ahead,” Kara shook her head, “and that's what I did... But now it looks like it is your turn...only you have two captains to please. And if I were you, I really would try to please them. If you don't, you will probably find yourself sold to some space brothel in the outer colonies. So...” Kara opened the door to the captain's quarters with one hand and clicked the device once more. John doubled over with a loud moan as his First Mate spanked him hard across his bare ass and pushed him inside. “Go get 'em, Tiger!”

 

Space Booty Part 2

 

Captain John Broad stood trembling in the dark for what seemed like hours while pirates plundered his ship. His feet throbbed atop the towered silver boots and in spite of the synthetic skin covering every inch of his body, he felt naked in the latex mini-dress. It was as if it was his own skin on show, his breasts pressed down by the vinyl material. He even felt weaker as if the bodysuit had somehow cast upon him the strength of the delicate space whore to match his appearance. He dared not move but curiosity gnawed at him. Did this thing have a pussy? These things were sex-toys, right? Presumably they were fully functional... Unable to resist any longer, he slipped a delicate hand under the hem of the dress.

The moment his fingers touched the smoothness between his legs, a shot of electricity rippled through his body. It was like licking a nuclear battery...with his dick! His eyes rolls back in his head and the nipples of his new breasts instantly went as hard as icecaps. What the actual hell?! Even as the sensation started to fade, he found himself reaching once more for his synthetic clitoris and a volcano erupted inside him. All sense left his mind and he pulled the skintight outfit over his head to get uninhibited access to his borrowed sex organ. “Ohhh fuck me!!” He moaned loudly.

The doors to the cargo hold shot open to reveal the First Mate and the Navigator flanked by four enormous men painted with glowing tattoos holding phasers. They surveyed the contents of the hold with unimpressed faces. “Sex dolls?!” One of them snorted. “Is everything on this ship worthless? You don't even have a captain we can ransom over to the space authority... Good thing you two aren't bad looking or this would be a complete waste of time.” He brushed the cheek of Ally the Navigator affectionately with one of his huge hands.

“Wait!” Pleaded the First Mate with desperation in her voice. “They aren't just sex dolls. They are highly sophisticated companion robots for long journeys into deep space. They are 100% compliant and can take care of all your needs. Watch this!” She grabbed a latex negligee from an open box and threw in front of where the captain stood naked, prone and terrified. “Number 24689, clothe yourself!” She commanded with cold authority as if talking to a machine. Captain Broad tried to comply with rigid obedience but the outfit was tight and inflexible. Finally, after minutes of stretching and pulling it was on his sore body and he sat cross-legged on a stool just inside the room. The rubbing of the struggle had once more incited the fire inside his loins and a soft groan escaped his lips.

“I see...” The lead pirate chuckled with clear interest, watching the panting Captain struggle to keep his hands from between his legs whilst perched on his seat. “And are they all like this?”

“They are,” nodded the Kara sagely, “but this one is fully calibrated and more than capable of satisfying all of your wildest dreams!”

Content and Contentment

 13/25

Matty glared at his tablet screen with disgust. One of the OnlyFemmes chicks he subscribed to was a guy!? What the hell?! Is was called OnlyFEMMES for a reason?! Not only that, she…he had put some kind of bounty up asking for people to sissify him. Matty took one last look at the most recent post and wanted to throw up. Sissify…that?! Why not hire someone to paint the sun yellow too…

He quickly unsubscribed and thought about all the times he had jerked off to that profile as bile curdled in his stomach. He needed to act fast to top up his masculinity and now he had an empty spot in his roster of digital side-chicks.

Quickly, he pulled up the chart of most popular creators and pulled up the highest ranking one he wasn’t already following. A profile for a girl simply known as “Emi” filled the screen and the image of an elegant latex clad beauty with severe bangs splashed across the top. All other pictures on the profile were greyed out until you subscribed so Matty was unable to tell precisely what kind of content she produced, but already he was enthralled by her swanlike grace and powerful slender figure. He pressed subscribe and was presented with two options - $8 “Be a voyeur”, $10 “Emi will make you Content”. It was a no-brainer, he thought selecting the second option. As his membership status changed to Pending, he turned his tablet off wondering just how content the content Emi made him would make him.

Matty didn’t have to wait long to find out. He awoke in the early hours of the following morning to find himself completely naked and his bedsheets pulled back. A latex gloved hand fondled his exposed cock, squeezing gently to bring him around. “What the f…” he groaned groggily, his eyes following the rubber arm gleaming in the moonlight up to a sternly framed yet gorgeous face. “You…” he was cut off as the hand suddenly tightened its grip turning his words into a yelp. Its partner appeared from the darkness and snapped something metal around Matty’s genitals.

Things moved quickly after that. Matty immediately recognised the intruder as the woman he had admired from his tablet screen the previous day and his body tried to respond in kind, yet his budding erection was thwarted by the confines of its cage. Emi had set up a camera tripod and opened a small black trunk. His heart hammered as he realised what “Emi will make you content” had really meant. When he opened his mouth to protest, Emi calmly pulled out a small keyfob and pressed it. White hot electricity shot out of the device between his legs, instantly silencing him.

Matty was powerless as Emi removed items from the trunk and forced him to put them on. Anything less than complete obedience was countered with pain. First came a pair of white satin panties that hugged his stinging testicles like clouds. Next came a French Maid’s outfit that fit him like a glove and an extra high pair of stiletto heels. Emi took her time carefully applying makeup and dressing his hair up with a ribbon, sparking him every time he moved or caused her to make a mistake.

When her work was finally complete, Emi looked around the room. Appearing satisfied, she removed the camera from its tripod and used a suction mount to attach it to the ceiling in the corner of the room. She turned, her trunk held under one latex clad arm, blew Matty a kiss and left.

Exhausted from all the zapping of his tortured genitals, Matty scooted on his backside to rest against the sofa and look up at the camera. He had a nasty feeling what those greyed out images on Emi’s OnlyFemmes page would show paying subscribers. He also wondered if the paying ‘voyeurs’ had any kind of access to the device cradling his crotch. Nausea washed though him as he remembered he had paid for a six-month subscription. Six months of this?! He kicked off the heels in frustration and white heat enveloped his genitals.

Even the Biggest Fish Fears a Shark

9/25

The Pink n Prissy Collective and all their captions (and storyline reboots...) are on my index page.

Grace sat swaddled in the oversized hoodie alone in her room in the house shared by the members of the Pink n Prissy Collective. It had been six months since her friends had rescued her but time as the monstrous Kirsten’s personal plaything still haunted her. Hiding her body behind baggy clothes, she hid inside a shadow of her former self. There was a soft knock on her door and Josie, Charlotte, Terri and Cassie, the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective, appeared in its frame. Terri, the group’s tech guru, was holding a laptop.

“We’ve got a surprise for you!” Charlotte skipped into the room and the four girls planted themselves on Grace’s bed. The computer screen was open to an app called Mugshot and Charlotte spotted Grace’s confusion. “It’s a new face-to-face video chat app. It launched while you were…away. It has lots of features that I am sure you will get used to over time.” She nodded to Terri who was in the process of setting up a call with a user named Emi_theShark.

“Don’t worry, she’s not scary,” Cassie soothed, “well, I guess she is…just not to us. To us she is sweet! She’s kind of like our idol!” The videocall connected and the laptop screen was filled by the face of an attractive yet powerful looking woman with long bangs framing a pair of startling eyes. Grace noticed with surprise that a shiny latex top rose all the way over her throat.

“Hey, you guys!” Emi greeted them cheerfully. “And I suppose this is Grace?” She sipped a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. “Is she ready for my gift?” Emi appeared to adjust her screen so that the girls could see a wider angle of her room and Grace gasped. Emi was sat at a large extendable dining table with a hole that someone had added between two of the slats. A fully encased black latex head was trapped by the hole – the only visible parts of its occupant a pair of pink painted lips and a set of piercing eyes.

“Kirsten…” Grace whispered in disbelief. “But how?!”

“There’s always a bigger fish, kid!” Emi grinned. “And then there are sharks!” She shared a link across the chat and Terri opened what looked like an OnlyFemmes profile belonging to Emi. The page showed numerous video feeds of different figures in various arrangements of bondage and Terri clicked the newest post at the top. The screen now displayed a wide angle view of Kirsten’s predicament and the girls could see that the rest of her body below the table was also clad in seamless black latex and strapped in place with leather and metal clasps. “I have set you up as my newest subscriber, so let me show you how this works,” Emi explained. “Our ‘big fish’ here is equipped with a selection of my toys that can be activated by the subscribers’ keyboard. ‘N’ is of course nipples. Give it a try!” Grace tentatively pressed the keyboard and watched as her former tormentor gave an uncharacteristic squeal.

“’A’ is Cassie’s favourite,” Terri chided her friend who was known to have a buttplug in her bedside drawer, and pushed the corresponding key. This time Kirsten gave a yelp and jumped up, banging her shoulders on the underside of the table.

“Finally, most of my guests are male,” Emi continued, “so ‘C’ is usually to activate the toy attached to their cock. “But, unintentionally, I think it still works!” Grace pressed the ‘C’ key and within a few seconds, Kirsten’s eyes started to roll back into her latex clad head. When she removed her finger, the eyes returned with a clear film of shame at the degradation she was enduring. “I agree,” Emi nodded, “use that one sparingly.”

“Grace, we are so glad to have you back!” Josie the leader of the Pink n Prissy Collective took her hand. “I know we can’t take back what Kirsten did to you, but I sure hope this helps get your confidence back. There are a lot of boys out there – and we need your help to feminise them all!”

Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy Part 4

 6/25

“Why don’t you have to wear heels?” Jared sulked, shuffling uncomfortably in his patent leather four inch shoes. Despite him being measured for them, the stiff material rubbed painfully through the thin silk of his stockings. Soft as they were, they still bit at his thighs and gave him pins and needles in his toes. “It isn’t fair!”

“Not fair?!” Rory fell back onto the settee behind him in apparent shock of his former friend and fellow sissy’s nerve. He winced, realising his mistake too late as the impact on the seat gave his still freshly tattooed arse a swat. “It was four days before Aunt Clarissa unlocked those stupid stilettos – six days before she took the corset off. She still hasn’t taken off my…” His head dropped to his caged crotch in shame. “Besides…” He moved his own feet side to side. “These have a bit of heel too. I have heard low heels can be harder to walk in than high!”

“Heard from who?!” scoffed Jared. “Stop with the pity party. I have one of those stupid butt plugs now too. I probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t thought it a wonderful idea to stuff one in your ass to steal her money.” He instantly regreted mentioning the toy in his backside. The anime style maids’ uniforms that Clarissa had chosen to stuff them into today were far too short and it was clearly visible through the black satin of his panties. He couldn’t help feel exposed.

Both boys fell silent. This had been their lives now for the last three weeks. Aunt Clarissa and occasionally Anna kept them, painted them, used them… They were prissy dolls to stuff into whatever ridiculous outfit had been chosen for that day – then torment, humiliate and, if they were lucky, on a day such as today, left to do chores around the very much alive Aunt Clarissa’s house. Each was a prisoner – one to locks and keys, the other to a contract.

“How do we get out of this?” Jared said quietly while fidgeting with the itchy lace around one of his gloves.

“Well, for a start you need to get that contract back,” Rory replied. “Even ignoring the fact she legally owns you, she could use it to get you done for fraud if she wanted. Guys in prison will make Clarissa seem gentle by comparison. Me? No way am I leaving here with this still on!” He nodded at the tiny locked cage imprisoning his cock.

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” Jared groaned.

“Not yet…” Rory sighed, looking over his shoulder to where Aunt Clarissa has just entered the room with Anna in tow – a big red dildo in one hand, and a big blue dildo in the other. “But soon...”

Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy Part 2

 4/25

It was Thursday and Anna waited uneasily in the study of her Aunt’s old house. The guys hadn’t turned up and the grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly. Her only other company was Mr. Gregory, who sat at a large mahogany desk – Aunt Clarissa’s urn at one hand and a wooden tray of legal papers at the other. Anna squirmed before him in the same prissy blue dress she had adorned two days earlier. She hoped this would be worth it and silently wondered if her own preference for baggy jeans and hoodies and factored into her taking so much vicarious pleasure from her Aunt’s torment of Jared and Rory all those years ago.

Four o’clock approached and, without warning, another figure slipped into the room. Swanlike, but without an ounce of the matching graceful pride, a feminine creature dripping in beads and lace traipsed across the study in pearl covered high-heels. Freshly adorned hair extensions swooped across a painted face and Anna caught a glimpse of the unmistakeable grimace of Rory.

Unable to hold her gaze, the feminized man turned and loped towards the seated, and now heavily blushing Mr. Gregory. Rory pulled a thin beaded necklace from around his neck and Anna saw that it held a ring of tiny keys at its centre. The sissy bent forward, a pained expression crossing his lips and slowly used one key to close a lock on one of his platform heels before using a different key to fasten the other. Standing back up, he used another to lock the back of his tightly wound corset and then with a final flourish, he pulled up the front of his flowing dress and locked what was beneath.

Anna felt at pang of disappointment that Rory wasn’t wearing panties as she watched him place the keys atop Mr. Gregory’s box of legal documents, but seeing the tiny cage that the prissy bitch had stuffed his genitals into and now locked, more than made up for it.

“That’s your proof?” Anna smirked. “That proves nothing except you are willing to humiliate yourself for money. Any sissy bitch with an OnlyFemmes account can do that.”

“No…” Rory seemed to blush even redder, “this is my proof.” He turned and this time raised the rear of his gown and Anna’s mouth dropped open. The head of baby pink buttplug winked from between his ass-cheeks, pressed tight from his position atop the towering heels – “Most Adorable Little Sissy” scrawled across it. He’d gone even further than she expected, but did the anal toy really warrant his obvious pain? She had seen her aunt use bigger on him countless times. And then her eyes shifted and she saw it. Rory had made a mistake wearing fishnets that went all the over his backside. With every small movement the white fabric moved – raking over the freshly tattooed ink emblazoning “Property of Lady Clarissa” from his left butt cheek.

Whatever Happened to Grace? (Flashback Friday)

 Happy Friday everybody!! Today's flashback is for Out of Retirement, which was a three part story from 2016 and can be found here (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). This is part of my Pink n Prissy Collective series, which can be found in my linked captions index.

“Ohh poor baby. Don't clench. You will only make it worse,” Kirsten cooed and stroked Grace's cheek in the twilight of her bedroom. “Look, you've drooled all over my sheets. You'll want to be more careful with that mouth.” She grabbed her toy firmly by the hair and pulled her up into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding forcefully down Grace's throat before she yanked the girl's head back and used her face to mop the damp patch on the bed covers.

“S-s-sorry,” Grace whimpered. She was silently cursing her firm gym-sculpted body as her firm ass seemed determined to suck on the buttplug tail Kirsten had stuffed inside her like a lollipop. With every swat, with every hair-pull, her body tensed even more and her asscheeks clenched tighter around the perverse object until she thought she might explode. Desperately, she tried to pry her cheeks apart but the leather cuffs securing her wrists only allowed a few inches movement and her futile fumbling just resulted in her hole massaging the steel device. She moaned softly.

“Oh, you are such a little slut,” her mistress grinned. “I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on you. Even in those tomboy clothes, I saw your potential. I could see you were just waiting for someone strong like me to make you their whore. You thought you were cut out for sissifying boys? I wrote the book on sissifying boys. And you know what? I'm even better with girls...”

“S-s-so s-s-sorry,” Grace watched helplessly as the powerful girl took out a keyfob and the cold metal of the buttplug began to pulsate in her backside. “Nooo,” she cried gently and tried to send her mind elsewhere. It only worked in as much as she cast her thoughts back to earlier that day when Kirsten had sent her off to school in that humiliatingly feminine outfit. Everyone knew she was now a pet. How could they not? She had gone from wearing jeans and hoodies to being draped in frilly dresses and cute stockings with bows at the top. Even her former Pink n Prissy Collective sisters looked at her with a mixture of horror and pity, fully aware that one wrong move could lead to them suffering the same fate.

“Hush,” Kristen demanded, “there are much better uses for that tongue.” Grace noticed that she had slipped out of her pyjama pants and was sitting with her legs spread wide at the top her bed. The taste of the older girl's pussy was by now familiar yet it was no less unpleasant. The one plus of having her nose and mouth pressed into the sopping gash was that it momentarily took her mind off the thrumming steel ruining her ass. With one hand on the back of Grace's head pulling her closer, Kirsten stroked the tail through her fingers as if it belonged to a cat. As the pleasure from her licking subject grew more intense, her fondling became erratic until finally, in a moment of ecstasy, she moved both hands to Grace's head and pulled her in as she gushed over her face. Kirsten sighed loudly and began to mop herself slowly with her slave's face.

Eventually, the buttplug stopped throbbing and Grace gasped as it was slid out of her ass with a pop. She knew what was coming next and didn't even bother to open her eyes even as Kirsten's juices dribbled down her lashes. She simply opened her mouth ready as she always did. Obediently, as she always was...