She-Male Academy

by Christina Shelly

  

Chapter Three

  

The night is long and so beautifully painful. Trussed together, the two gorgeous sissies discover a terrible, transcendent pleasure. Even in the absolute darkness of their windowless room, mummified in their teasingly inescapable satin prisons, even with their sexy mouths so tightly stopped, they are able to communicate a profound, savage and very powerful mutual attraction. As they wiggle in their expert and utterly unforgiving bondage, as their nylon sheered cocks rub angrily and lovingly together, as their high pitched, so efficiently gagged little girl squeals fill the room, they discover the dazzlingly simple truth of a helpless desire, both for their kinky imprisonment and for each other.

There is little sleep, just the constant, sex drug fuelled hunger and their so intimately connected bodies. And after so many long, delightfully teasing hours, there comes the sound of the door opening and, very suddenly, a blinding white light fills the room.

"Wakey wakey girls!"

Honey's lovely baby girl voice infuses them both with a highly sexed anticipation as they blink desperately into the powerful electric light. Their nylon wrapped, metal ringed erections strain and rub against each other. Their girlish eyes begin to adjust to the light and the sexy she-males soon find themselves staring hungrily at each other.

Honey and Pansy wiggle mince over to their delightful sissy charges and very soon expert Graduate hands are upon their tethered forms, working with hushed concentration on their tight, devilish bonds. And in response, the sissies squeal into their fat ball gags and wiggle their pert, sexy, satin wrapped bottoms.

"I see you've both had a restful night," the irony riddled voice of gorgeous Pansy teases, and the sissies squeal a helpless, if somewhat contradictory ascent.

Soon, the bonds holding them so closely and lovingly together have been removed. As life returns to their boiling, stiffened bodies, they are carefully helped out of the satin body stockings, the finger less gloves and the dainty, kinky undies beneath. Accompanied by a symphony of sissy squeals, Honey and Pansy remove the cock rings and the stocking restrainers. Naked, but still tightly ball gagged, Alice and Nancy are then led through a glass door into a very large bathroom. Here, they are ungagged and placed beneath a steaming shower. They are given fat bars of pink, heavily scented soap and told to wash each other thoroughly.

The poor sissies are now faced with a terrible task: to wash the silken, helplessly feminine body of the other without causing helpless orgasm. Amidst much moaning and wiggling, they only just manage to complete the task.

Eventually, they are taken from the shower and carefully dried. Then they are covered in powerfully feminine powders and scents before being returned to the bedroom.

In they bedroom, the return to utter sissy servitude begins. As they mince into the room, the anal plugs remind them both of their strange, ultra kinky fate and they fail miserably to suppress moans of deeply anticipatory pleasure. But these moans are soon very quickly stifled by the sight of Pansy preparing a very large syringe.

"You will receive daily hormone injections," Honey explains, helping the two sissies to sit down before the long, elegant dressing table. "But there's no need to worry: Pansy has been carefully trained. Her mummy wants her to become a nurse at a private hospital when she graduates."

Alice and Nancy stare into each other's fear filled sissy eyes. Nancy watches in horror as Pansy proceeds to inject Alice in the right arm. There is little pain, just a slight prick followed by the strange sensation of the syringe needle entering her skin.

Then Nancy is injected. Yet her response is rather more dramatic: a very feminine yelp of fear and exaggerated pain as the needle goes in, and then a brief flood of tears.

"Pathetic!" Pansy teases. "You should be on the Baby Sissy programme!"

The two graduates laugh loudly and Alice, feeling terribly sorry for poor Nancy, wonders what on earth the "Baby Sissy programme" might be.

Following the injections, each lovely sissy is given a glass of water and told to take three large blue bills. They obey without question.

They are then pulled to their naked feet and marched back to the double bed. Here, they are pull to a halt their still helplessly stiff sexes knock together. Their eyes meet in a fleeting moment of very mutual desire. To her amazement, Alice finds herself looking down at Nancy's hard, if somewhat modest sex with considerable sexual hunger, wondering, as she does so, what it would be like to take the cock into her mouth.

Set out on the bed are two very familiar sets of sissy attire: the Novice uniforms of Alice and Nancy. And over the next 30 minutes, the two gorgeous she-males are transformed into the simpering sissy beauties first been revealed the day before.

The delicately scented sex stockings are slipped back over their boiling, rock hard cocks. The now standard squeals of pleasure are quickly tempered by cries of discomfort as the stockings are followed by the fiendish cock rings. Then the wonderfully intricate and clever corselettes are fitted over their slender sissy forms, giving them once again the stunning figures of teenage sex bombs (thanks to a ingenious combination of restraint and expertly designed padding). Then the lovely, white tights are kissing and caressing the flawless skin of their still baby smooth legs and they are soon pulling the heavily be-frilled, white silk panties up over their nylon-sheathed legs.

Once dressed in their lovely sissy undies, they are returned to the dressing table and carefully made up by the Graduates, both of whom prove to be particularly gifted beauticians. And as their faces are transformed, the looks on the Graduate Maids' faces turn from amused and playful to surprised and aroused. Yet, ultimately, these are looks directed specifically at Alice. Although there is no doubt that Nancy is very pretty, Alice is clearly something very special. And very quickly Nancy has joined the two Graduates in a collective look of amazement.

'You really are a stunner, Alice," Honey whispers. "I don't think I've ever seen a prettier sissy."

Alice smiles shyly and blushes helplessly, the complement forcing her tormented sex to fight that little bit harder against its cruel restrainer. Then Alice looks over at Nancy and sees in her big, child-like eyes not just a terrible desire, but something much deeper: a form of love. Alice's sissy heart flutters and she tries unsuccessfully to avert her gaze.

After their make up is complete, the two sissies are quickly slipped into the gorgeous pink Novice dresses and the delightful, be-frilled white silk pinafores. Finally, they are helped into the precariously high-heeled ankle boots. Then they are led before a full-length mirror positioned just by the entrance to the room and allowed to behold their startling reflections. Alice stares at herself with renewed amazement, both stunned by the absolute authenticity of her feminisation and excited by the sexual power of her sissy beauty. She also stares at Nancy. A small, slender, beautifully proportioned redhead with wide emerald eyes aimed directly at Alice.

"I think poor Nancy is in love," Pansy teases, coming up behind her charge and slipping a hand beneath her thick, soft petticoats, a hand that then travels between her pantied and hosed buttocks and inspires a moan of intense pleasure from the lovely, impish sissy.

"And to think how much you struggled yesterday, Nancy," Honey adds. "What a difference a day makes."

As she teases Nancy, Honey also walks up behind her charge, yet not to caress her. Instead, she grasps Alice's wrists and pulls them firmly behind her back.

"Mistress Holly has asked that you attend her at breakfast," the gorgeous Graduate whispers, producing a length of pink rubber cording and then binding Alice's wrists tightly together.

Her lovely artificial chest is pushed out even further as Honey then also binds Alice's elbows together with yet more cording.

Nancy is then led from the room by Pansy, her lovely eyes suddenly filled with concern. Her worried gaze meets Alice's and a small electric charge of desire passes between them. It seems the sweet, delicate redhead is to breakfast alone this morning.

Honey then produces the familiar and very large pink rubber ball gag and orders Alice to open her mouth wide. The Graduate forces the gag home with a sadistic energy and tightly straps it in place. Yet Alice's response is far from fearful. As she is expertly bound and gagged by this beautiful she-male, Alice feels nothing but an intense arousal. Her hosed thighs squeeze together and force the plug deeper into her anus and a loud moan of masochistic pleasure seeps from her well-stopped mouth.

"You're loving it, aren't you?" Honey teases, producing the equally familiar white leather collar and silver chain leash. "Being sissified, being tied up, gagged; it turns you on so bad. Just like it turns us all on, eventually. But most of us take a few weeks before the sex drug and the hormones take their inevitable effect. You, on the other hand, seem to have a natural inclination towards feminisation and submission, and that's good, Alice - it'll save you so much unnecessary suffering.

There are a few others like you. Petal, for instance. She was a transvestite before her mummy sent here. But for most of us, accepting the inescapable fact of our feminisation is a slow and often painful process."

As Honey talks, she fits the collar around the high, be-frilled neck of the satin dress then attaches the silver leash. Satisfied that the lovely she-male is adequately secured, she then leads a tottering, moaning, mincing Alice out into the corridor. And it is only as Alice is led back towards the lift that the full implications of the journey ahead become clear.

She is being taken to visit Aunt Holly, beautiful, cool, cruel Aunt Holly, the woman who had plotted to have her imprisoned in this strange petticoat prison. She recalls the startling, terrifying image of Aunt Holly standing over Alan, over him or her or whatever he was then. Aunt Holly: the avenger of Alan/Alice's mother, the tall, imperious goddess who has sentenced him to be her. Yet she also remembers another Aunt Holly: the stylish, very sexy, ultra-intelligent woman; the cultured, free-thinking, playful younger sister who had so often rushed to her older sister's defence, particularly when her son had betrayed her so terribly. The woman she (when he) had so secretly and thus so desperately desired ever since the first day sex had gripped his lean, handsome teenage body.

The journey is made in silence. In the lift, back down the shadowy side corridor and then out into the impressive entranceway, the sissies heels clicking in perfect rhythm against the beautiful marble floor and echoing throughout the house. Then Honey is drawing Alice to a halt a few doors down from the room where she had been introduced to the mysterious Angeline Lacey. The lovely Graduate gently knocks on the door with a silk-gloved hand and the familiar voice of Aunt Holly bids them enter.

Honey opens the door and leads Alice into another very large room. This one is far less formal than Miss Lacey's huge office and seems to be some form of living and/or dining room. In its centre is a luxurious, black leather three-piece suite surrounding a beautiful Persian rug. A large, rectangular table runs along the far wall, a table laden with silver plates and bowls, tea and coffee pots. And by a set of impressive French windows that open out onto the elegant grounds of the Lacey estate is a circular dining table. And sitting alone at the table is Aunt Holly, carefully reading a newspaper, apparently oblivious to the arrival of Honey and Alice.

Honey leads Alice to within a few feet of the dining table, then stops and performs a very deep curtsey. And it is only now that Aunt Holly looks up from the paper.

"Very good, Honey," she purrs. "Please remove the leash and wait outside."

Honey performs another deep curtsey, quickly removes the leash and minces delicately from the room, making sure to close the door behind her. Alice sways slightly in her tight bondage and stares fearfully at her high-heeled feet.

"You look very fetching, Alice. If only your mother could see you."

Alice looks up, a brief, sharp move of the head that betrays anger and humiliation. But as soon as her eyes meet Aunt Holly's anger melts into a terrible, very familiar desire.

"There's no point in pretending you're angry, Alice. We can all tell you love being sissified. Although I must say, I'm surprised by how successful this initial stage of your transformation has been."

Alice tries to look away, but cannot resist feasting her eyes on this truly beautiful woman. Her jet-black hair is tied in a tight bun by a diamond-studded clasp. Her wide, full lips are painted a dark cherry red. She is wearing a very tight black nylon sweater that perfectly accentuates her very large and shapely breasts; a surprisingly short black leather mini-skirt displays her very long black nylon hosed legs to perfection, and a pair of black patent leather, stiletto-heeled mules add a final touch of elegant, erotic dominance. At 46, she is simply one of the two most beautiful women she has ever seen, the other being her sister, Alice's gorgeous, loving and painfully betrayed mother.

"I've been speaking to Mistress Angeline about you," Aunt Holly continues, slowly crossing her legs and allowing the skirt to ride even further up her perfect thighs. "She agrees that you have considerable potential and that, given my special relationship with your mother, I should play a key role in your feminisation. This means I will now be your Personal Tutor. I have also been approached by Mistress Maria, the School Matron. She is also very impressed by you, Alice. So much so, that she has asked you be assigned to the Baby Sissy cohort as a carer. I have agreed that this will count as your Novice project. You will therefore spend 3 half-days each week working in the Nursery. This will be in addition to the regular periods of regression therapy that each Novice is required to undertake."

Alice listens in a state of confused arousal. Although she is very excited by the prospect of becoming Aunt Holly's personal tutee, she is deeply perplexed by the further reference to the Baby Sissy cohort.

"I have been informed you played a central role in bringing a new Novice under control and that you have been allowed to share a room with her. I am quite happy for this to continue, but must stress that the Academy is against sissies forming monogamous attachments. You will of course be encouraged to seek sexual relief amongst your fellow sissies as part of your training in sexual technique, but this should be from the widest possible selection of sissies. It is also very important that you receive training from senior sissies. So, I have asked my Junior tutee, Petal, to act as your sex mentor. I also suspect Honey will be very keen to claim her Graduate Mentor's rights, but she will also understand the need for a more intense form of training. Anyway, I have arranged for you to come to my apartment this evening and get to know Petal, although as she is already in the room, we can do the initial introductions now."

Aunt Holly then claps her hands and, to Alice's surprise, the room is suddenly filled with the clicking of very high heels against the highly polished wooden floor. Within seconds a stunning vision has manifested before the sissy's astonished eyes, a vision that Alice has already, if briefly, encountered once before. Petal: the stunningly beautiful redhead who had teased her yesterday in the dinning room. Petal, whose powerful rose scented perfume is now tormenting the helpless, sexed up sissy's flaring nostrils, whose powerful emerald gaze is now boring into Alice like a shaft of the purest sexual energy imaginable, whose teasing, frank smile promises many highly erotic lessons in sissy love making. Petal, in the gorgeous red uniform of the Junior Maid, her hair bound in a tight bun and topped off by a dainty white silk and lace maid's cap.

"I believe you may have already encountered Alice, Petal," Aunt Holly purrs, her own smile widened considerably by Alice's reaction to the redheaded she-male beauty.

"Yes, mistress. At supper, yesterday."

Petal's voice is pure sissy sex, high-pitched, little girlish, yet also with a slight, extremely sexy lisp.

"Petal is one of our best Juniors," Aunt Holly says. "When she was a he, she was caught by her younger sister dressed in her mother's undies. Luckily, Petal's mother was already a close friend of Angeline's, so her fate was sealed. But I think it's safe to say she has embraced her fate with considerable enthusiasm, and that she will make both her mother and her sister a very good maidservant."

Petal curtsies her appreciation of Aunt Holly's complement, her sex drugged eyes never leaving Alice.

"Do you like Alice, Petal?"

"Oh yes, mistress. She's very beautiful. Especially when she's tied up."

"Yes, you're right: bondage suits her. Perhaps we'll factor that into this evening. Anyway, it's time for you to serve breakfast. I'll have scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and a pot of black coffee."

With a last teasing smile, Petal performs a further curtsey and minces back to the long table.

"I'll tell Mary how well you're doing when I talk to her this afternoon," Aunt Holly continues, referring directly to Alice's Mother. "I intend to invite her down at the weekend, so that she can get a first impression of your progress."

Petal quickly returns with a pot of coffee and begins to pour its steaming contents into a pale rose china cup, bending forward as she does so to expose her very long, red hosed legs and the edge of her be-frilled red silk panties to Alice's tormented view. And as Petal serves the coffee, Aunt Holly picks up a small silver bell by her plate and rings it sharply. Honey minces back into the room, curtsies deeply, reattaches the leash and quickly leads a bemused, highly excited Alice from the room.

As she is led back to the underground chamber, her poor sissy mind spins with the implications of Aunt Holly's words. She is to work with Mistress Maria in the Nursery, helping to care for the 'Baby Sissies'! The thought of the beautiful Maria makes her almost dizzy with desire. Yet this is only the beginning! Aunt Holly, gorgeous, cruel, imperial Aunt Holly, is to replace Miss Wilding as her Personal Tutor, and tonight she will entertain her Aunt, along with the stunning Petal, the incredibly sexy she-male who is to become the second of her many she-male lovers. As she tries to grapple with these bizarre, electrifying facts, her sissy eyes fall upon Honey's perfect, black nylon imprisoned legs and the words 'mentor's rights' return to torment her imagination, as does a very vivid memory of Honey's soft lips wrapping around her helpless, desperate sex the previous evening. And then, finally, there is the reference to her mother. At the weekend, she will visit and meet her new she-male daughter, Alice.

A terrible feeling of unbearable pleasure washes over her as she ponders being exposed, in this delicately sissified state, to her beautiful loving mother. I will serve her in anyway, she finds herself thinking, do anything, say anything, be anything for her. Yes, this must be her ultimate aim: to graduate from Miss Lacey's strange she-male academy in order that she can become her mother's utterly obedient, sweetly submissive and delicately feminine sissy daughter and maid-servant.

***

For her breakfast, she has another of the strange orange puddings, plus two protein drinks. By the time she is led from the deserted dining hall by Honey, the large quantities of the sex drug lacing the breakfast are surging through her sissified form and her erection is complaining bitterly in its devilish prison of nylon and steel.

Freed of the gag and the bonds before entering the dining room, she is now led back down the corridor to a door near the Nursery.

Honey ushers her sissy charge into a large white room with a highly polished wooden floor and a very large, very long mirror covering virtually the whole of one wall. Bisecting the length of the mirror is a wooden pole covered in a layer of ribbed rubber. In the centre of the room are Pansy and Nancy. To Alice's surprise, both are dressed in elaborate ballerina's costumes, Pansy in Graduate black and Nancy in Junior pink. Their costumes consist of a sheer, second skin nylon leotard, matching tights, ballet slippers and a skimpy lace tu-tu. Honey leads Alice over to the two she-males and it quickly becomes clear that neither sissy is wearing anything beneath her costume. The highly erotic outline of Pansy's very considerable breasts and extremely erect nipples strain against the tight nylon fabric of the leotard and the equally explicit traces of both sissies ringed sexes are clearly recognisable through the tights.

Poor Nancy's eyes are filled with a terrible, burning sex need and when her eyes fall upon Alice she releases a pathetic whimper of despair. And it is only the slightest of whimpers, for a wide strip of very thick silver masking tape has been spread across her lips, tape that, judging by Nancy's bulging, cherry red cheeks, holds a very large gag.

"I thought the poor darling was going to explode after breakfast," Pansy explains, "so I shoved a pair of my soiled panties in her mouth. I'll milk her after the tutorial."

Honey smiles. "Have fun," she purrs, then turns to Alice. "You have make up class with Miss Blunt in a few minutes, Alice, but I thought now would be a good time to introduce you to the two other sissies on your rotation.'

As she speaks, the door to the room opens and a new Graduate maid enters. Behind her totter two new Novices, both with their arms lashed behind their backs, and both with very fat, pink rubber ball gags filling their mouths. And behind them, providing encouragement with a leather paddle, is a second new Graduate.

Both the new Novices are dressed exactly as Alice. The nearest is a very striking blue eyed, blonde, whose short hair has been carefully styled into a 'page-boy' style cut. She is clearly very angry and squealing with some energy into her gag as the second Graduate maid applies the paddle to her white nylon sheathed thighs with considerable gusto. The second Novice is shorter, with jet-black hair, coffee brown eyes, and a caramel skin colour. She seems far less agitated than the blonde. Indeed, in her golden eyes Alice recognises a quite intense sexual excitement.

The two new sissies are drawn up before Alice and Nancy.

"Meet Mandy and Lucy," Honey announces. "A slightly unusual pair, in that they both knew each other before they were sent to us. Indeed, their mothers obviously felt they knew each other too well. I'm afraid Mandy's mummy caught her and Lucy making love. Imagine her surprise! Well, rather than end up with a gay son, she decided to have him transformed into a sissy daughter. Lucy's mummy, who just happened to be a good friend, agreed. However, Mandy's mummy was obviously a little more upset, because she's insisted her she-son be placed on the Baby Sissy programme."

A squeal of outrage fights its way past poor Mandy's huge gag and the paddle is once again firmly applied to her shapely thighs. Alice's eyes behold Mandy with a special curiosity, which Honey immediately notices.

"Yes, Alice, you'll be getting to see quite a lot of Mandy. From tomorrow, she'll join the Baby Sissy programme on a full-time basis. The programme is a special variant of the maid training programme, designed both as a process of radical feminisation and as a punishment. Its function is to reduce the she-male to the status of a 2 to 3 year old baby girl on a permanent basis. The subject is kept in regression therapy 24 hours a day for the whole of her year long stay with us. She is made incontinent and, as part of her physical alteration, her voice is amended to produce a permanent baby girl lisp. She also undergoes significant plastic surgery to provide her with the features of a very cute china doll; all this on top of the surgery to provide the standard extra large, ultra sensitive sissy boobs. And, as if this wasn't enough, she receives a daily double dose of the sex drug."

As Honey details poor Mandy's terrible fate, the squeals of outrage turn to sobs of despair, and soon a river of tears is flowing down both of her rouged cheeks.

"The key to the Baby Sissy programme is the dialectic of constant humiliation and desire. This means that the sissies will both love and hate their babification. This is done by ensuring that they retain all the mental faculties of their adult age and thus remain fully aware of what is happening to them; yet, at the same time, they become sexually addicted to their imprisonment in nappies and ultra-feminine baby wear. And you, Alice, will have a key role in ensuring that Mandy does indeed come to love her babification, as much as she will surely hate it."

Alice finds herself staring into Mandy's eyes with a strange mixture of sympathy and sadistic desire. Poor Mandy looks back and sees her fate all too clearly. Her eyes widen in horror and she begins to shake her head. The angry gagged squeals return, as does the kiss of the paddle.

As Mandy is beaten back into relative submission, Alice's eyes wander over to Lucy, a petite, very sexy brunette whose own eyes are pinned to the highly erotic spectacle of the tightly gagged she-male ballerina, Nancy. It is clear that Lucy is far from upset by her own feminisation. Indeed, her firm, heeled posture, her proudly jutting, if false boobs, and her wide, sexed up eyes all provide evidence of a very willing victim, a victim that seems to find Nancy of particular interest.

"Of course," Honey continues, her voice enveloped in a glove of erotic cruelty, "poor Mandy had great plans. She was due to begin University in a few weeks. But she let pretty little Lucy get the better of her. A shame for her, I'm sure; but a definite bonus for us! They should go to the Nursery, now, Pippa. We'll be seeing Lucy at lunchtime, I'm sure. But I'm afraid Mandy will be spending the rest of the day with Mistress Maria."

With this, the two pretty she-males are led to their fate, tottering desperately on their high heels, poor Mandy renewing her squeals of useless protest as she contemplates her dreadful and utterly inescapable babified fate.

"Now," Honey says, once Lucy and Mandy have been removed, "Pansy will spend an hour with Nancy teaching her the rudiments of dance and deportment and you, Alice, will follow me to meet Miss Blunt. She will be the make up instructress for your rotation group. Afterwards, you will return here to receive your dance and deportment training, and Nancy will visit Miss Blunt. You will then both be assigned cleaning duties in the main house, supervised by Pippa, the Graduate Maid who was inspiring Mandy. After lunch, Alice will attend the baby maids and Nancy will help out in the laundry. After dinner, Pansy and I will supervise Nancy and Lucy, and Alice will be taken up to Mistress Holly's quarters, where she is to spend the night."

As Alice is led from the room, her eyes meet Nancy's and behold a look of trepidation and jealously. Alice smiles sweetly at her sissy friend and remembers the look in Lucy's hungry eyes. She knows that Pansy will no doubt bind and gag the two sissies in exactly the way she and Honey had secured Nancy and Alice last night. She also knows that Pansy, assisted by Honey or one of the other Graduates, will 'milk' their charges, just as Pansy intends to milk poor Nancy after the dance lesson. And by tomorrow morning? Well, by then, sissy Nancy will no doubt have another special friend, as will Alice. And it is proving very difficult for Alice to keep the gorgeous, kinky Petal from her mind.

***

Alice is presented to Miss Blunt in a room designed to resemble a ladies hairdressers. Miss Blunt is in her early forties, with short brown hair, dark-brown eyes and very full, strawberry coloured lips. She has an extremely plump, yet very sexy figure, which is encased in a beautiful, semi-transparent white silk blouse, through which her very large, lace brassiere-encased breasts are clearly and erotically visible, and a long, pleated black skirt, which reaches down to just above her black hosed ankles to reveal feet sensually imprisoned in a pair of very high heeled, black patent leather mules. She smiles coolly at Honey and pulls a chair back from one of a series of hairdresser's work stations. At each workstation is a white table top covered in make up tools and, above it, a large oval mirror.

Honey curtsies deeply before Miss Blunt. "This is Alice, mistress. The first of the new Novices."

Miss Blunt nods, places a stern gaze upon Alice and tells Honey to leave.

As Honey minces prettily from the room, Miss Blunt walks over to Alice and carefully appraises the gorgeous, frightened, helplessly aroused sissy.

"Holly warned me you were a sexy little thing, and I have to admit I'm impressed. Now, put your arms straight out above your head."

Failing to avoid staring hungrily at Miss Blunt's substantial chest, Alice obeys her new mistresses command and watches with trepidation as the plump beauty carefully removes the sissy's pretty white silk pinafore and places it across a neighbouring workstation chair. She then slowly unbuttons the back of the spectacular pink Novice's dress, before slipping it from Alice's girlish shoulders.

As Miss Blunt strips Alice, her powerful musk perfume tickles the sissy's petite nose and inspires further protests from her expertly and cruelly restrained sex. Since breakfast, poor Alice has been increasingly gripped by the savage power of the sex drug, and the close proximity of such a lovely, dominant woman only serves to heighten her furious arousal.

Once the dress has been removed and safely stored away, Miss Blunt returns to the workstation. From a cupboard beneath the table she produces what initially appears to be a long, semi-transparent, pink rubber cape.

"Arms out in front," Miss Blunt orders.

Alice obeys and the plump beauty quickly slips the short sleeves of what is now revealed to be an elaborate hairdresser's coverall over Alice's slender, silken arms. The lovely ample mistress pulls the coverall into position around her sexy charge's long, think neck and brings the two sides together behind her back before buttoning them tightly together.

Once the coverall is secured, Miss Blunt leads the nervous sissy to the long table and places her in the chair before the large mirror.

Once again Alice finds herself facing her startling she-male reflection and familiar feelings of confusion and desire wash over her. Miss Blunt then steps in front of Alice and pulls back a plastic sheet to reveal a sink built into the workstation. She turns on two gold coloured taps and quickly fills the sink with water. She then takes a large jar of thick white cream from the table, daubs a huge wad onto her free hand and then begins to rub it into Alice's face.

"You are here to learn how to create yourself," Miss Blunt announces. "Make up skill is one of the most fundamental tools that a sissy maid must have at her disposal. In a way, it is the essence of your feminine persona, and as such you must be more than proficient in exploiting its possibilities. All Miss Lacey's sissies are trained to the very highest levels in make up skill. By the end of your Novice period, you will be more than capable of both creating your look and of developing and improving it as your mistresses see fit. You will attend make up class 4 days out of 7. Today, and for the rest of this week, I will introduce you to the very basics."

For the next fifty minutes, Alice learns how to mix and apply various types of make up foundation, how to mould this basic make up to change the shape of her face, and how to make it even more feminine. She also learns show to apply eyeliner and rouge, plus the secrets of applying lipstick without smudging the edges of her lips. Miss Blunt is careful, precise and surprisingly patient. Her long, gentle fingers brush against the sissy's lovely, silky cheeks and Alice fights helpless moans of pleasure, her wide eyes flitting between her own strange, beautiful reflection and Miss Blunt's impressive chest, which is, for the majority of the training session, only inches from the she-male's face, a closeness made even more teasingly erotic by the increasingly apparent impact of the latest dose of the sex drug.

And as the make up is applied, as the lesson is taught, Alice cannot help thinking of Aunt Holly, of her long, hosed legs slowly crossing, of the sound of her nylon wrapped thighs rubbing gently together, of the look of sexual cruelty burning in her lovely eyes. She cannot help thinking of poor sissy Mandy, condemned to a future of ultra-humiliating babification and the role that she, Novice maid Alice, will play in ensuring this babification. Her sex stretches against the stocking restrainer, and she winces as the cock ring bites once again into the boiling, tormented flesh.

After the lesson has ended, Miss Blunt very carefully recreates the face of pretty sissy Alice, a strange smile now lighting up her beautiful face.

"You're easily the prettiest sissy in the school," she whispers, drawing a pink lipstick across Alice's full, helplessly feminine lips.

Alice smiles shyly. "Thank you, mistress."

"Of course, you're going to be in constant demand. The mistresses will be queuing up. I hear Holly has already elbowed Wilding out of the way to get at you. I'd steer clear of that fierce little minx for a while, Alice - she'll be seeking revenge. But don't worry too much: Holly will protect you; she has a lot of sway with Miss Lacey."

A look of concern spreads across Alice's lovely face and Miss Blunt's smile broadens.

"Of course, I'll expect you to service me as well. "

Alice's eyes widen in amazement; will she have to pleasure everyone in the school!?

"Anyway, let's get you dressed and off to Pansy."

As Miss Blunt slips the coverall from Alice's sexy she-male form, one of her hands slides gently across the sissy's silk pantied buttocks and Alice releases a moan of surprised arousal.

"God, you're beautiful," Miss Blunt whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

Yet before the sissy can respond, she is being put back into her lovely Novice dress and the striking cream silk pinafore. Then, to Alice's surprise, the door to the salon opens and Honey minces back into the room, an ungagged Nancy in her Novice attire, at her side, a look of shock and confusion on her pretty face.

"I can see Nancy has been milked," Miss Blunt says to Honey, her smile now even wider.

"Yes, mistress, by Pansy. I think she got a little carried away."

As Alice is led past Nancy, the two sissies exchange a strange, haunted look, part sex drug fuelled desperation, part amazement at the true nature of their imprisonment in feminine frillies within this bizarre she-male academy.

 

***

 

Honey quickly returns Alice to the bedroom, where Pansy, still in leotard, tights and tutu, is setting out another dance costume, in stunning sissy pink, on the double bed. Honey smiles at Pansy and leads Alice towards the bed.

"Nancy obviously enjoyed herself," Honey says, her eyes filled with a teasing sexual hunger.

"I had to tie her up but she soon responded to my...ministrations. I think Lucy likes her a lot."

"Yes. I'm sure they'll enjoy spending the night together."

The two Graduates laugh sweetly, then Honey minces from the room, poor Alice fighting to keep her sex tormented eyes from the lovely she-male's long, black nylon sheathed legs and her helplessly wiggling, perfect backside.

"Right, Alice," Pansy announces, "I want you to strip completely, then I'll help you into your costume."

Alice begins to fumble with the bow tiring her lovely silk pinafore in place, her eyes now pinned to the large, phallic bulge filling the front of Pansy's sexy dance tights. The metal bands of the cock ring are also clearly revealed through the sheer nylon fabric, and the poor, sex tormented sissy is violently aroused by the sight of

such an impressively imprisoned male sex. Yet even as her own sex fights its kinky, unforgiving restraint, her mind is also gripped by a sudden, quite furious jealously concerning Nancy's impending night with Lucy!

While Alice serves Aunt Holly, Nancy will be tied and gagged in this lovely double bed with the very pretty and quite obviously gay Lucy. Yet even as these angry thoughts fill her sissy mind, she realises jealously is useless here. As Aunt Holly made quite clear: the sissy slaves of Miss Lacey's she-male academy are required to find their pleasures in the widest possible selection of she-male lovers.

A sharp blow to her silk pantied bottom drags her from these confused thoughts.

"Good grief, Alice, you're quite useless! "

Pansy's hands are quickly upon Alice's body, untying bows, working at buttons, stripping the clothes from Alice's lovely body with a frightening ease.

Pansy's gorgeous musk perfume fills Alice's nostrils and her eyes now find themselves pinned to the she-male's large, beautifully shaped breasts, which appear to be straining desperately against the nylon fabric of the leotard, their long, angrily erect nipples apparently on the verge of cutting through the material.

"Poor Nancy was rather overcome by the sex drug this morning," the sex bomb Graduate whispers, as she unbuttons the back of Alice's pink silk Novice's dress. "She was squealing like a little baby by the time I had her naked. However, a pair of my soiled panties soon shut her up. And I got the impression she rather liked being gagged. But it makes instruction harder; an unnecessary distraction. You seem to be a little more resilient. So, hopefully, we can continue without a gag."

Within a few minutes, the sexy, simpering sissy has been stripped down to the scented nylon stocking teasing her sex and the terrible, inescapable cock ring. Yet now there is no sense of humiliation, even as Alice's pretty eyes behold her own silky smooth, helplessly feminine form. Now, there is only an intense sexual excitement and the aroused eyes of Pansy.

"You really are very well proportioned, Alice," Pansy whispers, almost hoarse with sexual excitement.

The Graduate's elegant hands reach out and then, to Alice's surprise, she runs a long, cherry red fingernail down the nylon and metal imprisoned length of the Novice's impressive cock. The poor sissy lets out a meow of pleasure and Pansy smiles gently.

"Honey is very, very lucky. And so, I hear, is Petal. Yes, I'm sure you'll find Petal very amusing. But, at some point, you and I will be getting to know each other a lot better."

As poor Alice's sissy heart flutters desperately with desire, Pansy takes the gorgeous pink nylon dance tights from the bed and holds them before Alice.

"They're quite a thick denier and semi-opaque, but they make your legs look great and feel wonderful. Put them on."

Pansy's voice, a carefully manufactured collision of little girl and slut, teases Alice's pretty ears. The ultra-sissy Novice takes the tights from the Graduate and then carefully sits down on the silk sheeted bed. As she begins to draw the tights over her long, silken legs, she feels a familiar sense of intense sexual arousal. The soft electric caress of the nylon on her flawless, perfectly smooth skin, heightened by the effect of the sex drug on the overall sensitivity of her body, produces a helpless gasp of delight. As she pulls the erotic second skin over her teased, restrained and desperate sex, the gasp turns to an angry moan of uncontrollable need.

"Remember, Alice," Pansy whispers, taking the leotard from the bed, "I will gag you if necessary."

Alice nods and struggles to stifle further sex moans as she pulls the tights up around her waist and stands, her eyes drawn inevitably to the huge, furious bulge pressing against the front of the tights. And as she stares down at her very obvious sex, she also feels the plug slip a little further into her anus, no doubt forced deeper by her sexy wiggling with the tights. Yet rather than feel a new humiliation at this most intimate intrusion, she finds herself squeezing her legs even tighter together, thus exaggerating the presence of her terrible erection and forcing the teasing plug even deeper into her widening arse.

"Now this,' Pansy continues, holding up the matching pink nylon leotard, her own eyes filled with a molten sexual excitement, her gorgeous, ample breasts rising and falling desperately against the sensual prison of her own sheer nylon leotard.

Their eyes meeting, a sexual charge of very high voltage passing between them, Alice takes the leotard from Pansy. The Graduate then helps the Novice step into the sexy dance costume, pulling it up over her nylon sheathed legs with her own low moans of arousal. As she proceeds to pull the leotard up over the dainty sissy's flat, pale chest, their eyes meet again and Pansy's hot, scented breath brushes against Alice's flushed cheeks.

Then, as Pansy carefully positions the leotard's shoulder straps, she leans forward and gently kisses Alice full on her soft, rose petal lips. Poor Alice is startled, yet finds herself eagerly returning the kiss, Pansy's spectacular breasts pressing against her chest as she does so. Then Alice feels a hand press against her sheathed, imprisoned sex and a sharp nailed finger tickle the base of her scrotum. She squeals with pleasure and presses her sex harder into the hand. Pansy pulls her lips free and begins to plant soft kisses on her charge's long, pale rose neck.

"This world is sex, Alice. Nothing else. And you are its stunning princess."

Alice's moans increase in volume as Pansy's words seep into her sex-addled mind. But then there are no tender kisses or cruel, teasing caresses. Instead, as her eyes flutter open, she finds herself facing Pansy, who is now holding up a delightful pink tutu.

"You really are too lovely for your own good, Alice. Now put this on."

The sexy, dainty she-male obeys with a nervous nod, carefully drawing the tutu up her hosed legs as the sound of her heart, driven into overdrive by the sex heat, pounds in her sissy head. Once the tutu is positioned around her slender waist, Alice is helped by Pansy to slip her small, feminine feet into a pair of pink silk ballet slippers. These lovely, elegant shoes fill the simpering, doe eyed sissy beauty with a sense of utter feminine submission and a smile of almost nirvanic bliss crosses her glistening, cherry red lips.

Then, she is led from the room and back to the large dance studio. And it is here that, under the careful and somewhat harsh instruction of Pansy, she is taught to curtsey.

Time and time again, poor Alice is forced to practice the deepest, daintiest and sweetest curtsies imaginable, arms at her sides, hands raised at a precise ninety-degree angle to her body, her delicately hosed knees and ankles pushed tightly together; a tiring, yet also teasing process. Teasing, because of the impact of the curtsey position on the anal plug: each time the sissy lowers herself with her thighs pushed together, the plug is forced deeper into her backside. Tiring, because Pansy makes her practice this deep sissy curtsey at least 100 hundred times and drives her on with the aid of a very nasty, ivory handled riding crop, which she applies liberally to the sissy's shapely, hosed thighs and lower backside.

"You will curtsey before all mistresses, which means any woman you encounter in this building, plus all senior maids," Pansy snaps, all signs of her previous gentleness and desire eradicated. "Failure to curtsey will be counted as a serious lack of respect and will result in at least a very sound spanking and, depending on the mistress, a more elaborate and severe punishment."

With tears of pain and exhaustion streaming down her face, poor Alice is eventually led from the studio and returned to her room, where, to her surprise, she discovers Nancy being undressed by a very aroused Honey.

"You will both be stripped, bathed and then put back into your Novice uniforms," Pansy announces, beginning to help Alice remove the sexy ballerina's costume.

Yet, even with the pain of the crop's wicked kiss still burning in her tender sissy flesh and the terrible effort of the curtsey training, Alice can only admit that she found the entire process highly erotic. And now, as the gorgeous, paradoxical Pansy helps her slip out of the lovely dance tights, she must fully accept the dark and profoundly true nature of her sexual masochism, a fact made even more apparent when she looks across at the now naked Nancy and finds herself once again staring into eyes filled with helpless, burning love. But how much longer will that look remain? After a night with the sinful Lucy, Nancy will no doubt have a very different outlook on sissy emotions and desires.

Once again, the two lovely she-males are made to bathe each other for the amusement of their Graduate mistresses. Yet now the stockings and fierce cock rings remain, as does the awful, mind bending sexual need that is inspired in both sissies as they gently soap each other's pretty bodies. And as soon as they are dried, perfumed and powdered, they are quickly redressed in their lovely, intricate and quite ingenious Novice uniforms. And as their make up is completed, another Graduate maid comes into the room, one of the two had had been in charge of Lucy and Mandy.

"This is Pippa," Honey announces. "You will spend the next hour and a half helping to clean the main house. Pippa will instruct you."

As Honey explains the next stage of this bizarre day, Alice's eyes feast on the vision that is Pippa. She is over six feet tall, with a stunning figure, including the longest legs imaginable and a positively huge pair of tightly restrained breasts. Her thick blonde hair cascades like a golden river over broad shoulders and her sky blue eyes tinkle with a deep-rooted sadistic desire. She smiles coolly at the two Novices, reserving an especially chilly look for Alice.

"Miss Wilding tells me Mistress Holly has taken Alice as her own personal tutee," Pippa says, her voice the familiar collision of little girl and teasing slut. "She's very angry."

Honey smiles. "Yes, it's unusual for a senior manager to take on a tutee, but it's not the first time Mistress Holly has intervened. Remember Petal. And let's face it, Alice is a pretty unique specimen."

"I can see that. But Miss Wilding is my graduation tutor and she nearly failed my second stage assessment this morning. Plus she used a cane on me for making a very minor error. My bum is still stinging."

Pansy and Honey let out a joint peel of girlish laughter and a reluctant smile crosses Pippa's lovely, Nordic face.

"Oh don't be such a moaner, Pippa. You know you're Miss Wilding's favourite."

Pippa mumbles something and blushes as Pansy appears before Alice, holding lengths of rubber cording and a very unusual looking gag.

"Novices must be gagged at all times when in the main house," Honey purrs, mincing over to Nancy. She is also carrying cords and another of the strange gags. "Miss Lacey insists that this particular type of gag be used for maximum humiliation, and to ensure Novices are constantly reminded of their subservient role. We also find it a very good way of acclimatising sissies to cock sucking."

It is only as Honey's velvet voice utters these final, devastating words that Alice realises the gag is shaped to resemble, in a very realistic way, a large, circumcised penis!

Both she and Nancy unleash loud moans of terror as the Graduates order them to open their sweet, painted mouths.

'If you want to avoid a sound spanking,' Pippa whispers, her angry eyes aimed firmly at Alice, 'I suggest you open up and start sucking.'

And so the sissies obey. The gags are forced deep into their mouths and then buckled tightly in place. They are mouth filling monsters, with thick ribbed sides, that press the sissies tongues flat and cause their rouged cheeks to bulge in a distinctly obscene fashion. In order to breathe with even a semblance of comfort, both Alice and Nancy quickly find themselves sucking desperately on the grotesque, humiliating intruders, and all three Graduates are soon laughing loudly and cruelly at the bizarre spectacle the two Novices present.

Yet even as this latest terrible humiliation is being visited on poor Alice and Nancy, Pippa is preparing a further bizarre torment. As the two Novices gasp and moan into the awful gags, Honey and Pansy use the cording to bind their arms very tightly behind their backs at their wrists and elbows. As they secure their sissy charges, Pippa steps forward with two of the familiar pink leather collars and quickly secures them around the Novices' slender, be-frilled necks. She then attaches a silver chain to each collar, tugging on them as she does so. The two sissies stagger forward on their high heeled boots and moan angrily into their fat gags. Pippa laughs and tugs harder on the chain, leading the she males tottering desperately from the shared room, back down the corridor and into the lift.

Once in the lift, as poor Alice and Nancy sway precariously on their so high heels and suck helplessly on the deeply humiliating penis gags, Pippa torments Alice with a disturbing revelation.

'They are falling over themselves to get at you, Alice,' she snaps, tossing back her tidal wave of blonde locks angrily. 'Mistress Holly, Mistress Maria, even Miss Blunt. And Mistress Angeline is watching it all, waiting to make her own move no doubt.'

Alice fights to listen as Nancy struggles with her gag, her eyes no longer filled with fear and loathing, but with the terrible, inescapable power of the sex drug.

'But be careful, Alice. There are two distinct factions in this academy. Mistress Holly leads one, and Mistress Maria the other. For the past year at least they have been positioning themselves, getting ready to step into Mistress Angeline's high heels, when – and if – she retires. Mistress Holly is the strongest at the moment. She has the largest following of the other mistresses and tutors, and there's no doubt the Graduates align themselves with their tutors. But Mistress Maria is by far the more intelligent, and thus the more cunning. For now, you are bound to Mistress Holly, and she will protect you - as far as she can, or is willing to. But her protection will mean very little if Mistress Maria replaces Mistress Angeline. So be very, very careful, my sexy little sissy slut.'

Alice listens in fear and amazement. Now she realises why Mistress Maria insisted she become a carer in the Baby Sissy programme – to undermine Aunt Holly, to place a wedge between her and the School's newest and most impressive recruit! Yet now Holly is fighting back: tying Alice to Petal and dividing the loyalties of the other sissies. And all of this is ultimately nothing to do with pretty sissy Alice. She is just a beautiful, dainty she-male pawn in a came of dominatrix power politics!

By the time they wiggle mince their way back into the vast, impressive main hall of the house, both beautiful sissies are once more fully in the grip of the sex drug. All thoughts of the bizarre battle between Mistress Maria and Mistress Holly have been replaced with the fierce, brutal hunger that is so effectively ensuring the she-males' obedience. Bound, gagged and leashed, being dragged forward on their sexy, cruel high heels, both Alice and Nancy cannot keep their pretty girlish eyes away from Pippa's gorgeous, black stockinged legs and the teasing way in which her tight Graduate's uniform virtually worships her superb, flawless, ultra-feminine form.

As their erections continue to fight in vain against the cruel oppression of the stocking and ring restrainers and sissy moans of angry arousal struggle past the fat, wicked penis gags, they are led to a small room at the end of a side corridor. The room is basically a large cupboard filled with shelving that holds a vast array of household cleaning materials. Beneath the shelves are a collection of buckets and mops.

'Nancy, you will polish the silverware in the library and the dining room,' Pippa announces, turning to face the wiggling, moaning sissies. 'Alice, you will polish the hallway floor. You will both be given an hour to complete these tasks. If, at the end of the hour, you have failed to complete the tasks, you will be punished in a manner that I deem appropriate."

The two sissies are subsequently freed from the chain leash and untied. Still tightly and humiliatingly gagged, they are then presented with their cleaning tools. Nancy is given two very large pink dusting cloths and a tin of polish. Alice is presented with a damp sponge, another pink dusting cloth, a large tin of floor polish and two protective knee pads.

'Fit the knee pads and wait for me here,' Pippa snaps at Alice. 'Nancy, you follow me.'

The two sissies exchange looks of fear and furious desire. Nancy is particularly overwhelmed by the renewed impact of the sex drug and her eyes betray a most fundamental and tortuous desire as she is led out of the room.

Alice is thus left alone, her arms filled with the cleaning materials, a host of teasing, deeply erotic images flooding her mind. She finds herself recalling the beautiful Mistress Maria and her hints of future sexual adventures. Soon, she will be returned to the stunning black beauty, and this single thought fills her with an almost unbearable joy. But then there is the anticipation of her strange role on the "Baby Sissy" programme and more thoughts of lovely, angry, doomed Mandy squealing into her gag, tears flooding from her eyes, being led away to her terrible, permanently babified fate. She knows part of her role will be to "care" for this unfortunate she-male beauty, and this thought alone is enough to inspire an even deeper, penis gagged moan of pleasure. And then there is the gag itself, the uncomfortable, fat, all pervasive rubber cock that occupies her sissy mouth with such relentless efficiency. She sucks on it to breathe properly, she sucks on it and thinks of Petal, of gorgeous, sin-eyed Petal, and their impending meeting in the company of wicked, startling Aunt Holly. Then, finally, she remembers the feel of Holly's soft, expert mouth as it so willingly received her angry, desperate cock. The haunting aftershocks of that blinding, cosmic orgasm still tease her body, and her so efficiently and cruelly restrained sex begs yet again for an even greater release.

She is dragged from her sweet, kinky thoughts by the sudden return of Pippa.

'Why haven't you fitted the knee pads!?' Pippa shouts, her lovely blue eyes filled with disgust and anger.

As poor Alice tries to come up with some form of feeble, gagged response, Pippa slaps her hosed thighs twice with a shocking brutality. Poor Alice squeals into the gag and staggers backwards. Pippa then grabs Alice by her right ear and pulls her forward. Alice's eyes fill with tears and she fights to retain her balance in the high heeled boots.

'I suggest you follow my orders, slut,' Pippa whispers, her eyes suddenly wide with cruel desire. 'I would like nothing better than to strap you into the Recycler, my sexy little sissy whore. And at some point in the next four months, I intend to do so.'

Shaking with fear and pain, under the stern, watchful eyes of Pippa, Alice secures the pink foam pads to her delicately hosed knees. She then wiggle minces from the room behind the wicked, beautiful Graduate Maid.

She is led back out into the large entrance foyer area, with its vast, spectacular marble floor.

'You have an hour to wipe the floor with the sponge and polish it thoroughly. If you haven't finished by the time I get back, you will be punished. You should also note that, even if Nancy has successfully completed her task, she will also be punished if you have not.'

With these bitter, hard words, Pippa minces back across the entrance and down towards the lift. Tears welling up in her eyes as she helplessly feeds on the fading vision of the beautiful Graduate, Alice slowly lowers herself onto her knees, places the cloth and tin of polish besides her prone, sissified form, and then begins to wipe the spotless, gleaming floor before her with the damp sponge, knowing full well that she will never manage to complete this considerable task in an hour, and that she and poor Nancy are therefore doomed to some strange and no doubt painful punishment at the hands of the vengeful Pippa.

She has been struggling to wipe the floor for no more than five minutes when the sound of high heels striking marble once again fills the entrance hall. She tries to ignore this ominous sound and presses on, her short skirt now raised up over her hosed thighs to reveal a pretty, tightly pantied bottom wiggling helplessly as she shuffles painfully across the pristine surface of the entrance hall.

The sound of the heels gets louder, then louder still, and suddenly Alice finds herself staring at a pair of striking, black patent leather, three inch stiletto heeled court shoes and a pair of black hosed ankles that lead up to a long, black velvet skirt.

Alice finds herself almost involuntarily looking up and discovers, to her horror, the tall, stern and utterly beautiful figure of Angeline Lacey.

She moans fearfully into the fat penis gag and starts to rise.

'Stay where you are, Alice.'

Her voice, deep, hard, yet also husky, sensual, even teasing, is the voice of absolute authority, and Alice remains on her knees.

'I've been hearing a lot about you from the mistresses,' she continues, her dark, fierce eyes burning into Alice's sissified form with a soul withering intensity. 'You're causing quite a stir. Holly and Maria are already fighting over you, which doesn't surprise me in the least. Both have their methods, and no doubt you will be subject to them. This is both good and bad news, as I'm sure you will soon discover. Wilding is furious about the way she's been treated, but she only has herself to blame. She's set Pippa off to punish you and I can't have that. You may be a pawn, but I determine the rules in this game, my sweet sissy. She has already decided that Nancy will suffer for your failure, and it amuses me to let her. But Pippa has overstepped the mark in thinking she can hurt you, Alice. You are a special case, my dear, and even as my senior staff fight over you to get at me, I will ensure you are protected. But for now, I suggest you accept your fate with good humour and try not to worry your pretty little head about all this difficult politics. Just keep your seams straight and you will survive.'

A brief smiles warms up Mistress Angeline's hard visage, then she turns on her lovely heels and strolls over to her office, leaving poor, startled Alice to contemplate her bizarre words and to struggle on with the impossible task of cleaning the already spotless floor. And by the time Pippa returns, her own heels ringing out the Novice's doom, Alice has only just started to polish the floor, her body aching terribly, a thick film of sweat covering her perfectly painted face, her heart pounding in her sissy ears from this dreadful and pointless effort.

'Get up,' Pippa snaps, mincing to an angry halt before her pretty, exhausted charge.

Alice carefully hauls herself up to her high heeled feet, gently smoothes over her wrinkled uniform and curtsies before the gorgeous, angry eyed Pippa.

'You've failed miserably. Just as I knew you would. Nancy, however, has completed her task with time to spare. But your failure means she will spend another afternoon in the nursery. She will receive an enema with Lucy and suffer the consequences. You…well, I think twenty cuts of the crop will be a good start.'

Alice's eyes widen in horror and, deep down, anger. Pippa, noticing this sign of rebellion, steps forward, her hand raised ominously. But then a voice cuts into her soul, a firm, hard, intensely sexy voice. The voice of Mistress Angeline.

'Pippa!'

The beautiful Graduate freezes, her eyes widen with a sudden, intense fear. She turns towards the voice and performs a very deep curtsey, making sure to display her very pretty white silk panties and very sheer nylon hosed thighs to the full.

'Yes, mistress,' the she-male whispers, her terrified eyes cast down on the gleaming floor.

'Take Nancy to the nursery now. I will deal with Alice.'

A second of hesitation is rewarded with a loud, angry "NOW!' and poor Pippa spins around and wiggle minces back across the hall, her pert, sexy bottom bouncing with fear as she dashes to find Nancy.

'Alice, come here,' Mistress Angeline says, beckoning the terrified sissy towards her office.

Alice performs her own sweet curtsey and minces over to the striking figure of Angeline Lacey, her steps short and exact, her eyes cast modestly down towards her clicking high heeled boots.

She draws up before Mistress Angeline and performs another deep curtsey.

'You may come in'

Alice follows the impressive mistress into the large office where she had first been presented, along with a then very bad tempered Nancy.

'Stand before the desk,' Mistress Angeline orders, as she moves around the large, highly polished wooden desk and slips into a spacious, throne like leather chair.

Alice stands to attention before this stunning woman and swallows hard. Mistress Angeline carefully examines the sweet, very pretty sissy and her dark eyes burn with a very obvious sex fire. Still tormented by the sex drug, Alice cannot help but study the headmistresses body carefully. She is maybe 50, maybe older, but still in wonderful shape. She is wearing a tight white silk blouse with a wide, open neck that reveals the darkspace between her large, but still firm breasts in a particularly provocative fashion. These lovely orbs are encased in an appropriately lacy white brassiere, which is clearly visible through the semi-transparent fabric of the blouse. The blouse itself is tucked precisely and tightly into the very long black velvet skirt that runs from her trim waist down to her black hosed ankles and the gorgeous, high heeled court shoes that had earlier so ominously filled Alice's sissy vision.

Mistress Angeline's steel grey hair is bound tightly in a bun with a diamond studded clasp. Her full, carefully painted lips are curved into an ironic semi-smile and at the centre of her dark brown eyes burns a particularly erotic fire. Around her slender neck is a black velvet collar with a sparkling emerald centrepiece. She is a stunning, dominant vision, and poor Alice is simply overwhelmed by her.

'I'm very impressed,' she purrs, sitting back into the chair. 'You are easily the prettiest sissy we've ever had here. By the time you've completed your Novice training and undergone the first stage of your physical alterations…well, I doubt we'll be able to control ourselves.'

Alice doesn't know whether to take this as a complement or a threat, but she still performs a small curtsey of gratitude.

'You must be tired after all that pointless struggle.'

Alice nods and whimpers slightly into the fat gag.

'I take it you're wearing a penis gag?'

Alice nods more slowly.

'Do you like it?'

Confusion fills Alice's eyes. This is not what she expected.

'Be honest, my sweet. You should hide nothing from your mistress.'

Turning red with embarrassment, Alice nods.

'Yes, of course you do. Well, you'll soon get to taste the real thing. And I'm sure you'll love that too.'

A look of fear crosses Alice's flawless sissy features and Mistress Angeline bursts out laughing.

'Anyway,' she says, standing up. 'I'm afraid we can't let you leave without a sound spanking. I mustn't give the impression of favouritism. That will only make things worse for you. Now…lift up your skirt and bend over the table.'

Perhaps to Mistress Angeline's surprise, Alice obeys instantly. Despite her fear, she knows this will be far less painful experience than the one Pippa had in mind and she lifts her skirt and delightfully thick petticoats extra high to display her sexy, sissy panties, then leans forward onto the gleaming surface of the table top.

From a desk in the draw, Mistress Angeline takes a pink coloured and very thick rubber paddle and, a strange, almost aroused smile igniting her stern but beautiful face, she moves around behind her sexy sissy captive.

Alice feels fingers run across her nylon sheathed thighs and moans with helpless pleasure into the fat penis gag.

'You have lovely legs, Alice. The tights display them particularly well. I take it you're enjoying being wrapped in pretty nylon hose?'

Poor Alice can only purr loudly into her gag and wiggle her pantied bottom in response and Mistress Angeline laughs softly.

'Yes, I can see very well that you are enjoying it.'

Then the fingers move upward, to the edge of Alice's ultra frilly panties. Then, Mistress Angeline slips a finger beneath the elastic edge of the panties and begins to stroke the dark, very damp spot between her buttocks.

'And the plug? Do you like the plug?'

Alice positively squeals in the positive as Mistress Angeline presses hard against the spot, thus pushing the anal plug even deeper into Alice's anus.

Then, very suddenly, a sharp pain engulfs Alice's left thigh and she cries into the gag with shock and discomfort. Mistress Angeline then presses even harder on the plug through the layer of nylon and within seconds administers a second even harder blow with the paddle. And this is the way she continues to punish the poor, helpless, highly aroused sissy: a caress followed by a blow, a wicked ballet of pain and pleasure that lasts for 12 robust strokes of the paddle that leave her thighs on fire and her sex fighting angrily against its teasing layers of restraint.

Eventually, with her thighs on fire, tears welling in her pretty eyes and her desire like a hot knife cutting through the butter of her soul, she is told to stand and straighten her petticoats and skirt.

As she stands to attention before the stunning figure of the headmistress, Alice feels only a helpless, sissy devotion towards this powerful, cruel and very beautiful woman.

'I will be calling for you soon, my sweet. When the dust of your arrival has settled. But for now, you must return to your other mistresses and accept their will with absolute, unquestioning obedience.'

Alice curtsies her semi-understanding, her thighs glowing, her sissy lips sucking helplessly on the fat penis gag, and Mistress Angeline presses a small black button on the desk. The large office doors swing open and the gorgeous Honey minces into the room, a vision of sissy loveliness in her stunning black Graduate's uniform.

'Take Alice back to the lower levels. I believe she has an appointment with Maria.'

Honey curtsies deeply, revealing her beautifully be-frilled panties and shapely, black nylon sheathed thighs. She then takes Alice by the arm and leads her from the room.

The gorgeous graduate is silent until they enter the lift.

'I can see you've made a very positive impression on Mistress Angeline. She certainly put Miss Wilding in her place by punishing Pippa. You really are stirring things up, Alice.'

Poor Alice stares at the lovely Graduate in confusion and helpless desire, a desire that is returned in Honey's heart melting gaze. Then, to Alice's amazement and joy, Honey steps closer to Alice and slips a silk gloved hand beneath her inches of delicate, pretty petticoating.

'But then again,' she whispers, stroking the insides of Alice's hosed thighs, 'you've made an impression on all of us.'

Memories of Honey's soft lips teasing Alice to astonishing orgasm come flooding back as Honey's hand slips over the front of Alice's panties and then begins to caress her sex through its layers of feminine restraint. Alice's eyes widen and a moan of intense and desperate pleasure escapes her fat, teasing gag.

'You're so lovely, Alice. You're driving us all mad. I was so hoping to make you my pet, but now Mistress Holly has given you to Petal. I'm so angry, so disappointed. And I know you want me, too, my love. But hopefully, we will still be allowed to find some pleasure together.'

Her words inspire more desperately, tightly gagged moans and Alice presses her sex hard against Honey's tormenting hand.

But then the lift doors suddenly slide open and the two helplessly aroused sissies find themselves facing the long underground corridor that houses the trainee quarters and educational facilities.

Honey smiles at her whimpering, frustrated charge and takes her by the hand. She then leads her gently from the lift and down the corridor.

Alice is by now lost in a dizzying sex madness, and as she totters forward on her high heels, her whole body burns with a furious desire. The cause of this is, without doubt the sex drug, but the trigger that brought forth this new drugged need was the deliberately playful and intensely erotic spanking administered so skilfully by Mistress Angeline and the subsequent caresses of the beautiful Honey.

As they totter down the corridor, Alice fights to make sense of all the new information she is receiving. There is the strange reference to becoming Petal's "pet", the talk of Pippa's "punishment", the bizarre descriptions of the secret politics of the School. All of this seems to explode in her sissy mind in a thick pink cloud of hot, angry sex. Fighting unsuccessfully to keep her yes off of Honey's long, black nylon sheathed legs, the teasing, intensely erotic feel of an even sheerer hose tormenting her own legs and rock hard sex, she wonders what strange, sex charged wonders lie ahead and moans with a terrible, bottomless desire into the extra large rubber penis gag so teasingly filling her pretty sissy mouth.

  

  

  

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