Andy's Training

by Cissykay

 

Chapter 3

 

After being stretched for what seemed like days, I finally heard voices outside the door. Aunt Betty and Cissy were recognizable, and I heard two other female voices also. When the door was finally opened, I saw four very beautiful and sexy women standing there. "So this is our new project. She's going to be quite a knockout when I'm through with her. My name is Nancy, and I'm a cosmotologist that caters to many of the she-males in the area. Most of my clients come to me because they want to. You're one of the few that I've transformed that wasn't, shall we say totally willing. We've been told the whole story by your Aunt, and I consider it a pleasure to see my work shown to every crossdresser and transsexual around. This could do wonders for my business. And, just so you'll be forewarned, if you give me any trouble, I'll give you a sex change operation with my fingernails. Are we quite clear, slut?" All I could do was make an attempt at a nod. I knew that this woman wouldn't think twice about causing me severe pain if I didn't comply with her wishes. "The other superior female you see standing here is Carol. She will be the one that will design your wardrobe. Believe me, I'm a pussycat next to her, if you piss her off." With that, the four of them began laughing hysterically.

"Now, let's get that bra rehooked and take a look at the goods." She stepped right in front of me and refastened my bra around the false boobs. "Looks like a pair of 36's if I'm any judge of tits." "No, actually they're 38's." After she was through putting the bra back in place, she began to feel the material to see how soft the breasts were. A tear began to run down my cheek. "Let me guess, nipple clamps, right? I can always tell be the cringe." Aunt Betty just grinned. "O.K. I guess we'd better get to work. This could take some time, but I'm sure it will be worth it in the end. First, we need to remove the belt and that dirty old underwear. We can leave the bra as it is for now." It was at that point that I realized that I didn't really want the undies removed because at least they felt good next to my skin. It was as if this broad could read my mind. "Don't worry slut, we'll find some clean and fresh undies for you when we're through."

Cissy brought the key and unlocked the chastity belt and Mistress Betty began to unlock the cuffs on my ankles. The belt was then removed, and my panties and fishnets were taken off. A pair of peds were put on my feet, and the high heels were put back in place. There I was, standing with my arms shackled above my head wearing nothing but a black lace bra, and a pair of 5" heels. "O.K. ladies, who wants to be the first to do the honors?" Nancy's question was answered by Cissy immediately. "I'd like to be the first. It's only fair since this slut made me cum three times last night. I think I should return the favor." It was agreed that Cissy could be the first one. The first one what? I had no idea. Cissy then donned another pair of latex gloves, and brought a small vial from the cabinet. The next thing she did was a total surprise. She began to message my penis in a slow and soft manner. Even with all the pain and confinement it had suffered in the last day, it immediately started to spring to life.

"So little sissy slut, do you like it when Mistress plays with your sissy clit?" I was starting to rock and moan. I was so anxious for relief, that I thought I would pass out. I heard Carol speak up for the first time since she walked into the room. "Oohh, she's got more down there than most sissies do. In fact, she quite well hung. I'll bet that tollyboy you had made for her is quite uncomfortable when she gets arroused." "That's what I like about my little sissy nephew. She's going to be so much fun to tease." Just as I was on the brink of the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, Cissy stopped stroking me. It was too late though. I could feel the thrill of a huge ejaculation ready to explode. Just as I was bucking and screaming into my gag, she put the vial over the tip of my penis, and I shot the whole load into the tube.

"Goodie, Andrea, we'll just keep this on ice for use at a later date. O.K. ladies, she's all yours." I was then surveyed by both Nancy and Carol. "It's a good thing she doesn't have much hair. We may even be able to get away without a complete hair removal treatment today. But, I do want to shave her stomach" Nancy proceded to take a straight razor and some cream from the large bag she'd brought with her. She applied the cream around my navel and shaved it off in no time. I could tell that this woman knew how to use a razor. "There, that should do for today." Since I had been standing on the tips of my toes for so long, the searing pain that had almost been washed away by Cissy, was starting to return. I guess that by my trying to take the pressure off one foot at a time, Aunt Betty noticed my discomfort.

"Just a few more minutes Andrea, and then we'll have you much more comfortable." Now it was Carol's turn to survey the meat. She walked behind me and place a tape measure around my waiste. "Um, a perfect 30" waiste ladies. I think I know exactly where to begin." With that she walked over to her bag and returned with a black, lace trimmed garment. As she walked behind me again, she wrapped it around my torso. "We're going to go for a small reduction for this shoot. I think a 28" waiste should be perfect. She then adjusted the waiste cincher so it centered itself about an inch below my bra. As she began to lace the cincher up, I noticed that it had four garter straps on each side. Then she started to pull the cincher tight. "Take a deep breath and hold it Andrea, until I tell you to breathe again." I had no choice but to do as I was told. With one more mighty tug that belied her strength, it was tied off at the back. She then took out her measuring tape again and declaired. " Perfect 28." I couldn't breathe for the life of me. "O.K. you can let out your breathe now Andrea." I tried, but it didn't seem to help much.

"Don't worry sweetie, you'll get used to it after awhile." I then saw Carol fasten a velcro panel over the laces. This made it impossible to see them. What I didn't realize at the time was that the cincher had a slot at the base. When Carol inserted the thin metal bar through the back of the cincher, it connected with a piece on the bottom. Next. came that sound I was beginning to hate. Click, it was locked on. "Can't be too careful now, can we Andrea." I was now trussed up like a Christmas package. Next came a new pair of red silk crotchless panties. Carol then removed my shoes, and began to roll a red silk stocking up my leg. It was attached to the garters and the other leg was then done similarly. My red spiked patent leather heels were relocked on my feet, and I saw in the mirror that I was the picture of a girl with a great figure attired in nothing but red and black attire. Aunt Betty then went to the control box and lowered the spreader bar about two inches. That was the best feeling I'd ever felt. The spreader bar was redone on my ankles, and I was again totally helpless.

Nancy surveyed what was accomplished to this point. "Very nice. I believe that Andrea here has the possibility of being our best work yet." Best work yet? How many men have these witches done this to? "Well girls, it's almost time for lunch, but there is one more task I would like to take care of before we eat." Nancy went bag to her bag, and produced an electric hair trimmer. "Cissy, will you kindly hold Andrea's head still while I trim her hair just a little." As Cissy started to walk in front of me, she started to squeal. "Not that head silly girl, the one on her shoulders." It was all the women could do to control themselves. Cissy moved behind me and held my head firmly in her strong hands. "O.K. then, a little trim on this sideburn, and a little off the top. Oops. Oh my dear, it seems as if I've taken too much off in this spot. Let's see if I can even it out for you. Oops, seems as if I've done it again." Nancy was snickering, but the other three were in stitches. "Looks like it'll all have to come off. There's no other way to salvage this mess. I wish I was a better cosmotologist." With that, Nancy began to remove all of my hair, right down to a stubble. Next came that razor again. "No need to hold her head for this Cissy. If she moves, I'll just lop off an ear. I was too scared to move.

After she was through making my head as smooth as a cue ball, she rubbed some foul smelling liquid into my scalp. "This will keep the hair from returning too quickly." She then had Aunt Betty go into the closet, and she came back with a long blonde Farah Faucet type wig. "This hairpiece is very expensive Andrea, and you'll be expected to take proper care of it. She the fitted the wig to my head, an it was quite tight. After she had the positioning correct, she went to that damned bag again and out came another tube. With her latex gloves on, she then massaged some of the gel from the tube, all over my scalp, and replaced the wig. She waited for five minutes, chatting with my other captors, and then announced, "that should do it. Cissy, why don't you remove Abdrea's wig now." Cissy took a handful of wig in each hand, and gave a tug. It didn't move. "That will stay in place until the solvent is applied. Since Betty and I are the only two people who have access to the solvent, I can't see that happening. The wig was once again brushed out to Nancy's liking, and for the first time in hours, the gag was removed from my now beyond repair jaw.

"Tell us what you think Andrea?" I new better than to tell them what I really thought, so I just said, "very pretty Mistress." "See, she's starting to take to the training already. We're not going to replace your gag for the time being, but remember, we'll be able to hear all that goes on down here, so you'd better be a good girl." With that, the four girls went to lunch, and left me to wonder what the afternoon would be like.

 

 

 

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