A Brother In Need, Is A Sister Indeed!

by Missy Satinpanties

 

When we had finally walked those agonizing 50 feet to the van, the man opened the sliding door, and motioned us in. There were no seats in the back, just two cushions. He finally spoke, and told us to each kneel on a cushion, which we did. He then unhooked our cuffs from the chain around our waists, and then hooked them to eye bolts on the roof of the van, leaving us gagged and chained, and only able to look at each other. Without another word, he closed the sliding door, got in the driver’s seat, and off we went. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was scared and excited, and worried. We were kneeling in the back of a van, both gagged, both in costume, and all we could do was look at each other.

We rode like this for about 15 minutes, and when we stopped, we were warned not to move, or to do anything until we were told to. The back door on the van now opened, and I could see that were parked next to a gleaming white corporate jet. The man now crawled partway into the van, and unhooked us from the roof, and led us out onto the tarmac. Our hands were once again attached to the chains around our waists, and we were led into the plane

I had never seen so much leather and wood in my life! This slender tube of aluminum was the most luxurious space I had ever seen! We were led back to a long, deep maroon, leather sofa along the side of the plane, and there, our handcuffs were removed. He now introduced himself as Edward, and told us that we had a 3 hour flight ahead of us, so we were to be comfortable. At that moment, the door closed, and the plane quickly taxied out and took off. A few moments later, Edward stood up and told Carol to take off her dress, and hang it in the closet so that it did not get overly wrinkled. He also told her to remove her gag, but not to speak. When she was done, I was looking at what I thought was the most beautiful woman in the world, dressed in white satin panties and corset, with these horribly high heels, and at once I was proud, horny, and worried that she might be hurt. Carl then told her to take off my dress, and hang it with hers. Now I was sitting on the sofa, diapers, plastic panties with satin overlay, a bonnet, mary jane shoes, and these mittens that reduced my hands to useless. My gag was also removed and I was given a baby bottle of apple juice, and my beautiful sweet mommy was given a glass of white wine. Oh well, I guess babies can’t be choosy! We sat on the sofa and cuddled for the rest of the flight, listening to the quiet classical music on the speakers, and wondering what we had gotten ourselves into.

About 20 minutes before we landed, our gags were returned to our mouths. I was in rather a lot of pain, and discomfort as I had had the butt plug up my, until so very recently, virgin bottom, and it was not very comfortable! I had also had to pee in flight, and of course, was not allowed to use the bathroom. My diaper was wet, cold, and irritating. Edward then told her to change my diaper, and to remove my plug. I lay on the floor as my sister/mommy changed my diapers, with this stranger watching, and felt a wave of intense humiliation wash over me. What in the world could be worse than this?????

We were finally led off the plane, and into a waiting car. Instead of a van, we were now in a large sedan, again cuffed, secured, and gagged, but at least we could see where we were going. As we rounded a curve, there ahead of us was what looked like a private lake, and the largest house I had ever dreamed about, let alone ever saw! Edward spoke up from the driver’s seat and confirmed my thoughts. "That is your new home for the next year, little girls," he said. "I hope you are ready for what awaits you inside, because you may not like it. I know I will, but you may not!" This he said with a very nasty tone in his voice that sent shivers up my back, and caused me to look into Carol’s soft green eyes, and try to pass on a message of hope and love.

We pulled up the long graveled drive, and two of the most beautiful maids in the world were standing there. Both were in the traditional fetish outfit of black satin, short full petticoats, very high heels, caps, aprons, and cuffs at their wrists. They both had long, thick, black hair, large breasts, long gorgeous legs, and looked like twins. We found out later that they were sisters who had come in a few years ago, the same way we did, and then stayed on as well-paid servants.

These living dolls helped us out of the car and then led us up the stairs to the huge flagstone porch and through doors big enough to drive a truck through. We entered a wide hallway, decorated with enough small tables, side chairs, and love seats to fill a living room, and were promptly led through a large door.

Once inside, my stomach dropped. There were a few chairs and sofas along the walls, but the only other furniture in the room was a, a, I didn’t know what it was. It was wooden, with a thickly padded leather covering, and consisted of two rails, about waist high, and about 3 foot apart. The vertical parts were of a dark rich wood, while the top pieces were padded with leather. The carpet that covered the rest of the floor ended in a 12 foot circle around this strange piece, and that floor was marble. Now one of the maids took my arm, and the other took Mommy, and we were led to either side of this device. With a warning to keep silent, our gags were removed. The maid attending Mommy Carol then took her chain off of her waist, and led her to the leather cross piece. Here, she was bent over, and her cuffed wrists were secured to a chain that led up from the floor. Her ankles were then bound to the vertical pieces with straps. Finally, the maid reached down to the floor behind Carol, and lifted her dress up to her shoulders. There must have been a hook, because the back of the dress now was pulled up, and her sweet bottom was on display through her white satin panties. Soon, I was secured in the same manner, the only difference was that my plastic panties were simply removed, so I stood in nothing but my overly thick diaper, and my little baby dress and crinolines.

We were told to look at the maids, and we did. They removed their black satin panties, which I saw had 3 rows of white lace on the backside, and Edward appeared with a large box. One of the maids opened the box, and pulled out the biggest, pinkest, double-ended dildo in the world! It looked to be 3 foot long, and as thick as my arm!! They worked each end into a pussy, and began to fuck each other with it. After a few moments, Edward made them stop, and one of the maids took the now pussy-juice covered dildo out, and walked over to us. Carol was told to open her mouth, and one end was forced between her lips, and moments later, the other end was forced into my mouth. Almost at once, my jaw began to ache from the huge intruder. Then a nylon strap device was run behind each of our necks, with one strap that led across the top of our heads. These were hooked to the floor, and our upper bodies were pulled down, while at the same time, our heads were forced up and facing each other, pulling us together, ramming the huge dildo deep into our throats. Our bodies were bent down, and our necks were bent up so that we looked like some perverted vision of Tour de France cyclists, bent over our bars, looking for the finish.

I looked deep into Mommy Carol’s eyes, and saw a tear of pain there. I wanted so much to kiss it away, but I was bound tight, and connected to my darling sister and mommy by a huge pink gel dildo. I could see her painted lips stretched tight over the rubber monster, and thought that she looked so helpless, yet so sexy. I could feel my own mouth full of the dildo, could smell the maid’s pussy, and was so turned on, and so scared that I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, my diaper was removed, and I could see the maid behind my sweet Carol with a large paddle, and I knew that the other was behind me. The first whack almost made me pass out, as the paddle landed on my tender bottom with a force that I didn’t think was possible, while at the same time, forcing the gel monster even deeper into my abused mouth. In synch they paddled our poor bottoms, until we were both crying and screaming into the dildo gag. What hurt even worse than the paddling and the monster being rammed into my throat was the fact that my wonderful, sweet, Mommy Carol was getting the same treatment. I had just discovered how tender and loving she was, and now she was being beaten with a paddle that I just knew were leaving marks on her perfect, smooth bottom. I also knew now that when I was paddled in the living room, Carol had not hit me as hard as I thought she was. These maids were wailing our bottoms like a lumberjack cutting into a tree! As suddenly as it started, though, it was over. Our bottoms were now being rubbed with some kind of cooling ointment that probably had an anesthetic in it, as the pain went down considerably. Out of the corner of my eye, I now saw that Edward had been joined by another man, and they were both watching with great intent. I wondered who he was, and what was going to happen now. I didn’t have to wait long, as I saw the maids draw away, and then return. Now, each of them had a huge strap-on dildo bouncing in front of them, and I knew now what was coming. Without any prelims, the strap-on cocks were buried in our backsides as the maids fucked themselves to a climax. This was not only a bigger strap-on than my sweet Carol had used on me, this gal wasn’t concerned about anything except the nub buried in her snatch, and pounding me as hard as possible. None of the fondling and sweet-talk of last night, no sir! I could only cry and grunt into the huge gel dildo buried in my throat, and watch as my darling, sweet, and loving sister had her beautiful soft bottom abused.

Finally, the maids used a small bar sink built into the wall, and washed the two strap-ons, and the pulled their panties back on. They seemed to me moving in slow motion as they minced over to us on their impossibly high heels, and then began to unstrap our heads from their diabolical harnesses, and finally pulled that horrible dildo out of our mouths, leaving us drooling, licking our lips, and moving our aching jaws around, trying to get rid of the pain.

At this point, Edward and the other man walked over to a couple of large and ornate chairs in the corner of the room, the only chairs that were facing a wall, and not the center. As they sat down, the unknown man waved his arm and the two maids took our arms and led us over to the two men. Edward pointed to me and looked at the one maid and simply said, "Diaper her, and gag them both." With that the maid told me to lie on the floor, and she walked over, picked up my diaper and panties, and proceeded to "dress me." Carols cock gag was strapped back into her mouth, and Carol’s panties and my oversized pacifier were jammed back into mine, and the ribbons tied tight. When I was finally back in my super thick diaper and satin covered plastic panties, and Carol’s dress was lowered back down, we were told to sit on a wooden bench, facing the two men.

"Hello," the unknown man began, "My name is Eric, and I will be your host, and your owner and master for the next year. You may want to know what just happened to you in this room. You were both punished. Why were you punished? Because I could punish you. I want to remember that. You are both here to serve me, to serve Edward, and to serve anyone else I choose. You, of course, may refuse. At that time you will have the choice to be punished, or to be thrown out in whatever clothes you are wearing, with no money, and no help, and your contract will be null and void. Take the punishment, finish the contract, and the money, clothes, transportation to wherever you choose to go, and the payment of any education tuition will be yours, as per the contract. The choice is yours, and all you have to do is say the words, "void the contract" and I will. Do you both understand?" We both nodded our heads yes, and he smiled.

I took a closer look at Eric. He was wearing a pair of cream colored slacks, leather deck shoes, and a yellow Hawaiian shirt, open at the neck. He appeared to be about 40, and had the look of an athlete, not muscle-bound, but more of a track and field man. He had curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and was in fact, much younger than I expected, and very good looking. Beside him, Edward, still in the slacks, shirt, and vest of his suit, looked a bit younger, and had more of a linebacker look to him, under a mop of sandy blonde hair, and grey-blue eyes that seemed to be very cold.

After a moment, Eric told one of the maids to take me to my room, and introduce me to "Nanny." I was taken by my useless, satin covered hand, and led waddling down the hall. We went up a flight of stairs, and as I was climbing, I couldn’t help noticing how pretty my escort was. Her legs were so perfect in her heels, which in turn were so high, I didn’t see how she could walk in them. At the top of the stairs, I was pulled down the hall to a door. The maid knocked, and it was opened by an older lady, maybe about 45 or so, who was dressed in a white cotton dress, and sensible shoes. This, I knew, was a no-nonsense lady, and I also figured out that she was going to be my nanny, and be in charge of me.

I stood in the doorway, and suddenly came face to face with what I was doing. I had been bound, beaten, and gagged with a dildo, but now… I was wearing a satin baby girl’s dress, diapers, satin covered plastic panties, a matching bonnet, little ankle sox, and Mary Jane shoes. I was, for all intents and purposes, a baby girl right now. As I looked around the room, I could see that it was an oversize nursery. Pale pink walls with a pink baby print border around the top, pink lacy curtains over the window, and right in the middle of the room was a large white crib with pink and white blankets and mattress. Against the wall was a rocking chair, and what I could only assume was a changing table.

Nanny took me by the hand and led me into the room. She showed me each piece of furniture, and then opened up the closet. I just stood there, aghast. It was crammed full of baby dresses, jumpers, school girl dresses, lots of dresses in various shades of pastel satins, and the shoes! White, pink, black, silver, high heels, ballet slippers, Mary Janes! As she closed the door to the closet, I was hard as a rock, and my mind was reeling. Nanny then told me that it was time for me to get ready for bed, and I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30, and I was about to protest, when I looked again at Nanny’s face and saw that protest was NOT the way to go.

Nanny easily lifted me up onto the changing table and unbuttoned, then removed my dress. She pulled the crinolines over my head, and took both over to a large hamper in the corner. She then laid me down, and removed my diaper and plastic pants. She picked up my legs and examined my burning, aching bottom. Clucking softly, she began to gently clean my bottom with wipes, and then rubbed an ointment into my bottom, and even stuck some up my now stretched and sore bung hole, which cooled me down, and took away almost all the pain. Now I was re-diapered, and put into a pair of plain pink plastic panties (my what alliteration!). Now, as I lay there, still gagged with a very soggy pair of panties and my pacifier, and my hands still useless in their satin and plastic (?) or leather (?) mittens, Nanny began to explain what was going to happen for the next year.

"I think you are a pathetic, silly wimp of a boy, and you disgust me," was her opening remark. "However," she continued, "I am getting paid very well to do whatever Mr. Eric requires, and if he requires me to take care of a sissy faggot, then I will take care of a sissy faggot, change his diapers, and do whatever else is needed." At the word faggot, I began to try to protest through the gag, and had my thigh slapped, hard. "Be quiet, you mewling sissy brat!" She yelled. "You will be put to bed whenever we choose, each night. You will be put into your sleeper, and then given a bottle. What goes into the bottle depends entirely on your behavior. Each morning you will be awakened, fed, and then will undergo yoga instruction, dance lessons, deportment lessons, and whatever other training we feel you need. You will NOT look forward to meals, as you are too fat for a little girl, and you will need to lose weight." "Lose weight!? I was already a slender boy, how much more weight would I need to loose?" I wondered. "You will also be given shots of vitamins," She continued. "These will help your skin, and keep you going on a limited diet." "Now," she got settled into her role, "As to your "duties." You will be expected to be at Mr. Edward’s beck and call whenever he wishes to play with you. Since he normally likes real little girls, I’m not sure how often he will call for you, or what games he may wish to play. You will also be made available to such guests as Mr. Edward or Mr. Eric feel appropriate, and they may do with you, and to you, as they wish." What the heck had I gotten myself into, I wondered in almost a panic. "Now," she barked, "Lie still and let me put your sleeper on you.

I was silent as she walked around the changing table and picked up what looked like a pair of pink satin pajamas. These were the kind that had feet, and she started to push one leg, and then the other into the PJs. I quickly found out that while there were feet sewn into the garment, the legs were one opening, and it was very, very tight on me. As she pulled it up over my diaper, I realized I was being put in yet another form of bondage. When the thing was finally on, my hands had been removed from the mittens, but were now in mitten ending sleeves of satin that were sewn tight to the body of what could be described as a combination of sleeper pajama and mummy sleeping bag, but much, much tighter. Now my arms and my hands were useless, as were my legs. Nanny then zipped the bag all the way up to a little ruffled neck opening, and clicked a little padlock to the neck. I was truly a prisoner. She picked me up and moved me to my crib, and gently lay me down on the mattress. Now, she undid the ribbons that held my pacifier in my mouth, and removed the sodden panties, tossing them into a second hamper in the corner of the room. Now she moved to a small bar at the side of the room, and lifted a baby bottle out of a pan of warm water. I saw that there were 2 bottles there, and she hesitated as she chose one over the other. As she returned to the crib, she sat the bottle on a side table, and then reached in, and began pulling wide straps over my legs. I had planned on trying to sleep curled up on my side, as I really hate sleeping on my back, but here I was being strapped into bed, with no way to move. One strap over my ankles, one over my thighs, one over my chest, and I was as immobile as a long-dead Egyptian mummy. I also noticed, seemingly for the first time, that the satin covered pillow was really a block of foam that held my head straight, and wouldn’t allow me turn it to either side more than a centimeter or so. Now Nanny began crooning to me like I was real baby

"Widdle baby thirsty?" she lisped. "Open wide widdle baby, and Nanny will give you your baby bottle." The translucent plastic bottle descended towards my lips, and I noticed that the fluid it held was a pale yellow color. "Now widdle baby, wet Nanny expwain that if widdle baby doesn’t drink every widdle dwop of the nice bottle that Nanny fixed for you, that you will not be punished." I did not like the emphasis on the word you. "If widdle baby doesn’t dwink every dwop, then your pretty widdle sister will be brought in here, tied up, gagged, and naked, and I will beat her ten times for every ounce in this bottle. By the way, there are eight ounces in da widdle sissy’s bottle." I shuddered to think of my darling Mommy Carol being beat 80 times on my account, so I made up my mind that I was going to drink whatever was in the bottle. Finally the large nipple was forced between my lips and took my first drink, and almost gagged.

Piss! I was drinking a baby bottle of warm piss! "That’s right, you little faggot sissy, you’re drinking a bottle of my pee. If you are a good baby, each night you will receive a bottle of apple juice, with a little something in it to help you sleep. If you misbehave, it will be a bottle of my pee for your nighty-night bottle." With that pronouncement, she began to laugh, then sat down in her rocking chair to watch me drink her pee while she chuckled to herself. My life in Hell, with side trips to Sissy-Sexual Heaven, had begun.

The final episode of this story will deal with Mr. Carl, and Mr. Edward’s use, abuse, and humiliation of your’s truly, and my dear sweet sister/mommy, Carol. I would like to point out that part 1 was based, quite a bit, on a real episode, but quickly degenerated into pure sissy fantasy. I hope you enjoy, dear readers! Missy Satinpanties!

  

  

  

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