The Silken Illusion

by Christina Shelly

Part One

   

Mrs Parsons parked her silver Mercedes people carrier in the private car park behind the Silken Illusion boutique. It was nearly 1.50pm. Her appointment was for 2.00pm. Punctuality was just one of this beautiful woman's many virtues.

For someone watching her arrive, it would have been difficult to see anything out of the ordinary. A casual viewer may have been impressed by the spectacle of Mrs Parson's generous form as she climbed from the vehicle, particularly the long, black nylon sheathed legs that ended in a pair of strikingly high-heeled court shoes. But they would have seen nothing more extraordinary, unless they had moved closer, close enough to stand beside the plump beauty as she slid back the rear passenger door. Then they would have seen something very unusual. For on the back seat, wiggling and squealing, was a strange and highly animated parcel, or rather a pink satin sack with two white nylon encased legs, legs tied very tightly with pink silk ribbons at the ankles, knees and thighs.

The sack was in fact a specially designed pink satin body bag, its leg sections and neck heavily be-frilled with layers of elegant white lace. It was arm-less and tightly secured via a series of large pearl buttons that ran along the front, from just above the crotch area right up to the frilled neck. And rising from a small, velcro-sealed whole in the crotch area was a narrow silver chain that ended in a pink leather leash attached to the head rest of the driver's seat. And, as a final touch of elegant perversity, the unfortunate inhabitant of this bag had his (or maybe her) head covered with a matching pink nylon stocking hood.

Mrs Parsons lent into car and began to ease the leash from the headrest. The secret viewer would have been treated to the teasing spectacle of this gorgeous woman's very plump but still shapely backside straining against the black and white checked material of her knee-length Prince of Wales check skirt as she freed the leash and gave it one very hard, angry tug. The unfortunate parcel - her captive - unleashed a pained, muffled cry and then fell silent.

Mrs Parsons stretched a little further forward and untied the silk ribbon binding the human parcel's ankles. Her large, perfectly formed breasts, wrapped tightly in a cream-coloured cashmere sweater, pressed against the white nylon sheathed lap of the captive and a very male moan of helplessly intense pleasure leaked from behind the nylon hood. She then tugged on the leash and ordered her captive out of the car. Close analysis of the hood would have revealed two wide, tear stained eyes covered in opaque pink nylon, eyes filled with genuine horror. A muffled squeak of fear issued from a mouth sealed by a thick strip of tape, behind which was hidden a very special and mouth filling gag: a pair of Mrs Parsons' pretty white silk panties, worn the day before and now teasing her poor captive's mouth with her most intimate and womanly of flavours. The captive shook his head and the squeak became a sustained squeal of terror. Mrs Parsons tutted loudly and gave a very long and even harder tug on the leash. A further squeal of very real pain followed and then the captive began to edge his way along the seat.

'You'll be spanked until your bottom turns the colour of a ripe cherry for that,' Mrs Parsons snapped, her beautiful ice blue eyes filled with a strange mixture of genuine anger and haughty amusement.

She hauled her captive to the end of the seat and lifted him out of the car, carefully helping him to balance on the smooth tarmac of the car park, a process complicated by the fact that his feet were sealed in a pair of pink patent leather ankle boots with fierce 4 inch stiletto heels and his knees and thighs were still tightly tethered.

Mrs Parsons quickly closed the side door and locked the car. She then tugged on the leash once more and led the unfortunate, desperately tottering human parcel off across the car park.

A stunning, plump blonde, her thick, gleaming hair bound in a tight bun by a diamond studded clasp, Mrs Parsons was, without doubt, a very impressive figure. As her heels struck the ground and echoed across the tarmac, her determination was obvious. The poor captive tottered along behind her, dragged forwarded by the leash, squealing into the tightly sealed gag and hood.

Eventually, Mrs Parsons arrived at a pink coloured metal door built into the side of a large, Victorian building, the trade entrance to the Silken Illusion. She pressed the black plastic buzzer by the side of the door. Almost immediately there was a loud click and the door opened inward. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led her helpless captive inside.

Within seconds they were in a long corridor bathed in soft pink light, its floor covered in a thick white carpet, its walls decorated with elaborate pink silk and velvet streaked wallpaper. There was a very strong smell of roses and a strange, beautiful music was playing at low volume.

They came to a white door and, just as Mrs Parsons brought her helpless charge to a halt, the door opened and the owner of the Silken Illusion, Alicia Kane, stepped out into the corridor.

'Glynis!' Miss Kane exclaimed. 'How wonderful to see you again.'

The women embraced tightly and then Ms Kane stood back to admire the unfortunate captive.

'And this, I assume, is Frilly.'

The captive moaned with a terrible humiliation, his eyes wide through the thick nylon, beholding this startling woman with a terrible fear and an even more terrible desire.

Ms Kane was a tall, very beautiful red head. Over six feet in striking five inch, stiletto heeled

pumps of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a black ankle length skirt and a beautiful, semi-transparent white silk blouse with grey pearl buttons. Her striking red hair was bound in a precise, carefully platted ponytail and her large, emerald eyes were filled with a wicked amusement tinged with sexual excitement. Indeed, as she beheld "Frilly", her large breasts rose and fell with a particularly sexual rhythm and her tongue glided with sensual grace across her full, cherry red lips.

'He looks absolutely lovely! You've obviously spent a lot of time getting him ready. I particularly like the hood. And he's got gorgeous legs. What fun we're going to have!'

Mrs Parsons smiled. 'He really didn't know much about it. I used your sleeping drug in a glass of wine last night. He was out for 12 hours. Plenty of time to get him ready. The real fun was when he woke up bound and gagged in this outfit. He's been rather concerned ever since.'

Ms Kane laughed loudly. 'I bet. And he'll be even more concerned when he finds out what we've got planned for him.'

The beautiful red head stared straight into Frilly's eyes as she said this, her gaze full of sadistic desire. Poor Frilly whimpered with a heart stopping terror.

'Well, we're already for him inside.'

Ms Kane disappeared back into the room. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led a terrified Frilly to face his strange and terrible fate.

The room they entered was in fact a reception area for what seemed to be a much larger space beyond another doorway. There were red leather seats set against a far wall and opposite them a reception desk. The door through to the next room was covered by a thick velvet curtain. Mrs Parsons, following Ms Kane, parted the curtain and led Frilly into the next room.

Frilly squealed with fear and anger as he was pulled into a large, oval room. The first thing he became aware of was the sound of women talking and laughing. Then, through the pink nylon haze that had been his companion since waking up in this outrageous attire five hours before, he began to make out the owners of the voices.

Beside Mrs Kane, there were four other women, all mature, all very attractive. The youngest appeared to be in her late 30s, the oldest in her early to mid-fifties. They were standing by what appeared to be a large, circular stage that was positioned in the direct centre of the room. And on the stage were four other figures, each a clue to Frilly's bizarre future.

'Ladies, your attention, please,' Ms Kane said loudly, drawing the women away from their animated conversation and towards the striking owner of the Silken Illusion boutique. 'Our last guest has arrived.'

Ms Kane then proceeded to introduce Glynis Parsons to the warmly smiling women. Mrs Parsons returned the smiles, stepped forward and gently shook hands, her eyes moving with a helpless distraction towards the stage.

'And this,' Ms Kane continued, 'is Frilly. Formerly Freddie, her stepson.'

The eyes of the other women turned towards poor Frilly, eyes filled with a dark, malicious amusement, eyes that devoured Frilly's delicately feminised form with a sadistic hunger.

Yet Frilly, despite the awful embarrassment of this introduction, was as distracted as his step- mother. He found himself staring up at the stage in utter horror and also beginning to understand a little better what Ms Kane and his lovely guardian had planned for him. For on the stage were four young men attired in even more outrageous costumes than that containing Frilly; four simpering, wide-eyed and clearly terrified sissy boys standing nervously to an uncomfortable attention; four very pretty, ultra-feminised pansies dressed in astonishing costumes chosen from the vast wardrobe of Ms Kane's infamous Silken Illusion catalogue.

'I see Frilly is rather taken by the other sissy boys,' one of the other women teased.

Mrs Parsons smiled and nodded. 'Yes, I'm sure he is. And who can blame him.'

'In that case, let's start off with some introductions,' Miss Kane said. 'We'll begin with Tinkles.'

At the mention of his name, the sissy boy at the far end of the row of four stepped forward. This pretty apparition was dressed in a powder blue dress covered in a series of heavily be-frilled hoops that ran from the very high, button-up neck down to the very short but wide and petticoat laden skirt. Indeed, due to the many layers of white net petticoating shot through with hundreds of gleaming silver stars, the skirt virtually exploded upwards at a ninety degree angle to reveal a pair of lovely white silk bloomers running down to just above the sissy's shapely knees. His long, feminine legs emerged from the bloomers be-frilled edges sheathed in a sheer blue nylon that matched exactly the colour of the elaborate, gorgeous dress and tapered down to a pair of white, calf skin ankles boots with striking five inch stiletto heels. And on top of this gloriously kinky confection, there were a number of further sissy refinements: a pair of finger-less, powder blue mittens made from the same expensive, flawless silk as the dress; a lovely powder blue satin bonnet, whose thick side panels were secured by matching silk ribbons bound in a very tight and fat bow at the poor sissy's dimpled chin, and, tied in place over the unfortunate young man's mouth with more powder blue ribbon, the heart shaped front piece of a large dummy gag.

Tinkles' face was painted a shining snow white, with an exact circle of blue rouge on each pale cheek. Matching eye shadow highlighted two fear stained and desire filled pale blue eyes, and from beneath the frilled edges of the bonnet carefully manufactured blonde ringlets were clearly visible.

Tinkles tottered forward with tiny, ultra-feminine steps and performed a deep curtsey. As he did so, poor Frilly noticed his erect sex outlined along the silken length of the bloomers and felt a sense of utter dismay. This was because ever since he had woken from his drugged sleep to discover himself in tight, inescapable sissy bondage, he had been painfully stiff, his sex a piece of angry steel pressing desperately against the tight embrace of the silk body bag. Worse still, the world he was viewing through the unyielding nylon hood was alive with sexual meaning and feeling: he had never felt so deeply and totally aroused in his whole life! And yet, at the same time, he had never been so utterly and terribly humiliated and angry! And it was this bizarre collision of desire and anger he saw in Tinkles' tormented eyes and fierce, unforgiving erection.

'Next up is Fifi,' Ms Kane announced, once Tinkles had risen from his deep curtsey and stood with his legs tightly together, and his arms at his side, his hands held at a dainty ninety degree ankle to create a posture of complete feminine submission.

Fifi was a vision of stunning hot pink. He minced forward on feet imprisoned in 6 inch stiletto heeled pumps of pink patent leather, each toe adorned with a silver butterfly that glistened in the pale afternoon sunlight streaming through the large, frosted glass windows of this bizarre hall of humiliation. His long, very shapely legs were sealed in semi-opaque pink nylon tights covered in tiny silver stars. He wore a very short, pink satin dress with inches of light pink shaded frou-frou petticoating rustling sweetly beneath the skirt. This petticoating was also dotted with hundreds of tiny silver stars. The dress was a spectacular confection of sissidom, with a very high, heavily be-frilled, button up neck, shimmering, puffed arms ending in wide sleeves ringed with even more pink lace frills, and a wide, pink leather belt with a large circular white metal buckle. His hands were sealed in finger-less, pink rubber gloves and attached via leather shackles fixed to his wrists and by slender lengths of silver chain to the belt. His ankles were also similarly shacked and a length of chain attached to each shackle ensured the tinniest and sissiest of steps.

Over the dress had been placed a lovely white pinafore – also heavily be-frilled – and tied in place at the base of his spine with a huge, ultra-dainty bow.

Like Tinkles, his face had been painted a gleaming, enamel white, giving him the appearance of a gorgeous living sissy doll, and his cheeks had been decorated with very exact circles of pink rouge. His striking pale blue eyes were filled with the same mixture of fear, desire and anger that seemed to mark all the captives of the Silken Illusion. A large, very ornate pink satin bonnet had been secured over his apparently shaven head, and, also like Tinkles, tied in another fat bow via silk ribbons at his dimpled chin. A thick length of pink tape had been spread every exactly over his lips, securing in place what seemed – if his bulging cheeks were anything to go by – a particularly fat gag.

Fifi performed a deep, fear-inspired curtsey to reveal pretty white silk panties, outlined tightly against which was another very angry erection. A tear of utter humiliation trickled sadly from his left eye and ran across the enamel surface of his face and poor Frilly moaned with a terrible fear in his own fat gag.

After the lovely and helpless Fifi came Candy. Frilly beheld this new sissy spectacle with shock and deep, disturbing arousal .He fought the desire the sissy inspired, but his sex now had a life of its own, and he was as much the prisoner of this imposed desire as he was of his gorgeous, scheming step-mother.

Candy was dressed in a white, satin panelled basque, with matching nylon tights and knee length white kid leather boots with cruel 6 inch stiletto heels. His long tanned arms were sealed in shoulder length white glace clothes (also finger-less). Unlike Fifi, he had a very full head of hair: beautiful, thick honey blonde locks sculpted into a starling sea of elegant waves and held in place by a wide white silk ribbon tied in a delightful sissy bow at the top of his head. His full, perfectly formed lips were painted a glistening strawberry, and his face was covered in the second skin, snow white foundation. There was no rouge, but there was pale blue eye shadow. Around his slender, pale neck was a white silk choker with a sparkling circular ruby at its centre. Yet this glorious attire was not the main focal point of his sissification. This was because at the lower front of the basque, Candy's very considerable and violently hard sex rose up from a small, heavily be-frilled hole. As he tottered forward, the impressive organ, which was tightly wrapped in white rubber sheath and secured with silver cock rings at the base of the shaft and also around the scrotum, dangled before him like a totem to sissy desire. Just below its bulging, angry head, a leather shackle and been fitted, and attached to this was a tiny silver chain. The chain led to a small metal clip fitted to the front of the basque. This allowed his sex to be held upright at a ninety angle and to prevent it wobbling uncontrollably as he minced along on his fiendishly high heels.

Candy was, by far, the prettiest of all the sissies, and, unlike the others, he appeared far less concerned about his humiliating attire. Indeed, in his large blue eyes there appeared to be a look of very real and fierce sexual excitement that transcended the forced look in the eyes of the other sissies. And as his hyper-eroticised gaze fell upon poor Frilly, there was a look of instant and deeply disturbing sexual attraction. This look was made more apparent by the fat pink rubber ball gag that was stretching filling his pretty mouth, and which was tied very tightly in place with two lengths of pink leather strapping buckled at the base of his very slender and thus girlish neck.

And after Candy came Poppy. In many ways, Poppy was the most radically dressed of all the sissies. Her colour was lavender and her material was rubber. She wore as pair of knee length rubber pantaloons of shimmering latex. Her legs beneath the pantaloons were sheathed in white nylon stockings, and her feet were sealed tightly in a pair of 3 inch heeled courts shoes made from lavender dyed leather. Above the pantaloons, which were very tight around the crotch and buttocks and which quite deliberately revealed a large, hard sex and a very pert and helpless sexy bottom, was a strange rubber blouse with a high, lace be-frilled neck and large white buttons that ran its whole tight, shimmering length. The sleeves, also be-frilled, were secured by smaller buttons to a pair of finger-less, matching rubber mittens. His mittened hands were tied tightly behind his back with white silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows, a particularly efficient and painful form of bondage that poor Frilly was also enduring beneath the satin body sack.

Poppy's head was completely shaven and painted the striking snow white that adorned all the other pretty sissy captives. A large white silk scarf covered virtually the whole of his face beneath his eyes and was tied in a very fat and tight bow at the base of his neck. The scarf hid what his bulging cheeks and wide, helplessly aroused eyes indicated was a very fat gag. Indeed, of all the sissies, Poppy appeared the most angry at his fate and as he stepped forward he emitted a squeal of outrage.

It was then that one of the women also stepped forward. A tremendously handsome, very plump brunette dressed in a high necked white silk blouse and a long black velvet skirt, her ankles sheathed in black silk hose, her feet resting in 5 inch stiletto heeled mules of gleaming black patent leather. She had the air of a beautiful, stern school mistress and when she shouted "Poppy, be quiet!' the room echoed with a terrifying authority that poor Frilly found both frightening and strangely arousing.

Poppy's eyes widened with fear and he fell silent, staring angrily at his heeled feet. He looked both bizarre and, almost despite his appearance, lovely. A strange doll sheathed in tight, lavender-coloured rubber.

Frilly noticed that the object of Poppy's fear was not so much his gorgeously ample mistress, as the strange metal box she had pulled from a pocket in her shimmering velvet skirt, a box with a small plastic dial at its centre. A sense of true dread washed over Frilly as he pondered the nature of this mysterious device.

Poppy was the last of the sissies on the stage. Yet there was one other feminised male in the room who Frilly became aware of only when the fierce-some Ms Kane sought to discover whether Mrs Parsons required a drink. When his step mother said yes, Ms Kane snapped "Daisy!".

Then, from the gathering of women, a maid emerged, a creature much different from the other sissies. Indeed, to describe this being as a "sissy" would have been quite wrong. For Daisy appeared to be a rather beautiful young woman, with a highly erotic figure and an utterly feminine demeanour.

Noticing Frilly's eyes widen through his stocking hood, Miss Kane smiled cruelly.

'Daisy was once a sissy like you, Frilly. And like you, and the rest of the sissies here today, she initially fought her transformation. But using proven methods of humiliation and discipline, not to mention a particularly varied and outrageous sissy wardrobe, she was made to see the error of her ways. Indeed, in the end, she knelt before me and begged to be properly feminised. And in the end, each of you will beg your mistresses for the same fate.'

Daisy, whose strawberry blonde hair was bound in a tight bun with a butterfly-shaped diamond studded clasp, was dressed in a stunning yellow maid's dress of beautiful Italian silk. With long, be-frilled, puffed sleeves, a very short skirt resting on a delightful nest of frou-frou petticoating, and a very high, heavily be-frilled neck, the dress was a masterpiece of ultra-femininity and submission. Tied over the dress was a cream-coloured pinafore. Both the dress and the pinafore appeared very tight. Frilly knew this was quite deliberate: for the effect of this tightness was to reveal her spectacularly erotic figure to full and highly arousing effect.

Daisy beheld Frilly with large, pale blue eyes filled with sexual excitement. Yet there was no anger in these lovely orbs; indeed, the beautiful maid seemed not only deeply aroused, but also very happy.

Frilly stared at Daisy's large, helplessly heaving chest and felt his cock stretch even more painfully. Suddenly all he wanted was to have this divine creature. This need was made worse when Daisy curtsied deeply before Mrs Parsons, revealing long legs sheathed in sheer white nylon, feet sealed in stunning, 6 inch stiletto heeled white leather pumps and a pair of ultra-frilly white silk panties. And straining against these lovely panties was yet another angrily erect cock.

'Yes, Daisy appears all-girl, but at heart she remains a sissy. She has undergone a thorough transformation, but is – in essence – a she-male slave. As you will be, eventually, my pretty petal.'

Concern filled Frilly's nylon covered eyes and he moaned fearfully into his fat gag. He turned toward his stepmother and she returned his panic stricken gaze with a look of steely certitude. Not only was he to be sissified, but – along with the other poor unfortunate captives of these dominant women – he was to become a she-male! He turned and looked up at the other sissies, stood neatly in a line, paraded and pathetic, bizarre and strangely beautiful. All of them accept for Candy moaning with humiliation and fear, their eyes filled with a petrified despair laced with a furious and utterly unforgiving desire.

As Daisy served Mrs Parsons a glass of golden Chardonnay, Miss Kane elaborated on the training regime that awaited Frilly.

'The initial training period is six months. Twice weekly training sessions will be held at the boutique, plus there will be extensive, expert assisted home training. During this period Frilly will be utterly transformed to a very high standard into a sissy house boy. He will endure constant and detailed humiliation. This will include various forms of intricate and painful punishment for the slightest misdemeanour. He will also be subject to extensive bondage and isolation therapy. He will be trained in the proper feminine deportment and presentation essential for a sissy slave, including extensive training in dress and make up. He will also be instructed in domestic and sexual skills by Daisy and others. After this initial period, he will undergo extensive testing to ensure that he meets the fundamental criteria for further transformation. If he's passes, we will begin the process of physical and mental transformation into a full-blown she-male. If he fails, you will agree to his full sex change and permanent babification. This will involve a special brainwashing process that will leave him with the mind of a two year old girl and the savage and unforgiving desires of an adult male. The permanent transformation will be undertaken abroad under the direction of a foreign collector who happens to be a very close friend of mine. She is very cruel and utterly perverted. As agreed, in the unlikely event that the feminisation process fails, you will not receive a refund.'

Mrs Parsons nodded coolly and smiled very slightly.

'As we agreed,' she said.

Frilly continued to stare at the gorgeous Daisy with terror-laced desire. This was what he was to become. And, to his horrified surprise, even as he realised his fate, he felt a dark sexual excitement flow through his already partially feminised body.

'Good. Then let's get started. Follow me.'

The striking figure of Ms Kane strode off across the wide, oval room. Mrs Parsons, momentarily surprised by the rapidity of Ms Kane's departure, tugged violently on the leash. Frilly squealed with shock and pain into the pungent gag and tottered after his beautiful, wicked and utterly determined step mother, taking the dainty tiny steps demanded by the testing heels, his bottom wiggling helplessly, his eyes pinned hungrily to Mrs Parson's large, beautifully formed backside and long, black nylon sheathed legs.

As he minced across the room behind his gorgeous, buxom stepmother, he was aware of the eyes of the other women and sissies burning into his helplessly feminine form. At first, he thought they would be following, but it soon became apparent that they had other, equally perverse chores to which to attend.

Eventually they came to another door at the far end of the room. Ms Kane pushed it open and marched inside and Mrs Parsons followed, dragging a bewildered and terrified Frilly behind her.

This room was much smaller, yet, in some ways, even more frightening.

The first thing Frilly noticed was that the floor was covered in a thick, waterproof carpet of white rubber which immediately dulled the percussive click of his pretty, high heeled boots. The room was perfectly square and windowless. It was lit by a single, pink tinged strip light. Two of the white painted walls were bare, but two held rows of shelving loaded with a variety of what Frilly immediately realised were the deeply disturbing tools of sissy transformation.

Frilly stared the shelves with wide, fear filled eyes through the slender film of soft pink nylon that was currently defining his reality so totally. He beheld strange rubber tubes, coils of white rope, thick rolls of pink and white duct tape, silver surgical instruments (including a large, evil-looking syringe), adult-sized baby bottles, nappies and dummies, one row filled entirely with tall silver spray cans, ball gags made from rubber and sponge, leather collars, silver chain leashes, fingerless mitten-like gloves of pink and white latex rubber, long, metal tipped bamboo canes and a collection of viscous riding crops. A cornucopia of utter perversion that made his sissy heart race with terror and the darkest of desires.

In the centre of the room was what appear to be a long, rather short red leather gym horse resting on four, thick wooden legs. Attached to the base of each leg was a matching red leather shackle.

Against a far wall was a long and very ornate dressing table. Made from a highly polished white wood and with a large, very beautiful oval mirror at its centre, the wide top of the table was covered in an elegant jungle of jars, perfume sprays and lipsticks. Against one of the other bare walls was a large, long, white wooden wardrobe, and close to it was what appeared to be an adult sized baby's high chair, strapped into which was another of the Silken Illusion's pretty and utterly helpless sissies. Yet this was truly a sissy in peril, for he was squealing desperately into a heart shaped pink dummy gag and tugging angrily on the thick pink leather shackles that held his mittened wrists to plastic arm rests and white nylon sheathed ankles to the two front legs.

'Take no notice of Bonnie,' Ms Kane said, a cruel smile lighting up her lovely face. 'I'm afraid he failed the final examinations and is being shipped off to Miss Silkov's private hospital for full physical transformation and mental conditioning. By the end of the week, he'll be the newest exhibit in her collection.'

A wave of utter horror washed over Frilly as he realised the terrible truth of Ms Kane's earlier threat, a truth made appallingly apparent by the dainty, struggling figure of Bonnie. Ms Kane had told them to take no notice of the pathetic, yet also strangely beautiful figure, yet both he and his buxom step mother couldn't avoid studying this stunning, deeply distressed creature.

Bonnie was dressed in a hot pink baby girl's dress, which was extremely short and rested on a thick nest of white and pink net lace petticoating, through which a pair of cream coloured plastic panties were very apparent. Over the intricate dress had been tied a white silk pinafore. Across the centre of the chest was a large red heart, the middle of which was written in white silk the words "Pretty Baby Bonnie". Bonnie's rather beautiful face was painted alabaster white. The huge, heart shaped plastic plate of the dummy gag obscured his mouth completely, but his eyes said all that needed by be said: gorgeous, pale blue and tear flooded orbs filled with a pure terror that seemed to add in some dark sadistic way to Bonnie's considerable sissy beauty. His head was contained in the soft, but inescapable embrace of a very elaborate pink silk bonnet, tied in place at his dimpled chin with a fat silk bow, and from beneath the frilly edges of the bonnet heavily curled blonde ringlets were clearly visible.

His long, feminine legs were sheathed in fine white nylon tights that flowed seamlessly out from beneath the net petticoating to a pair of very pretty pink silk booties tied in place with two more thick silk ribbon bows.

Yes, he was stunning, and his fate was to be terrible. And to his horror, Frilly found himself deeply aroused by the thought of Bonnie's impending and very permanent transformation.

'And this,' Ms Kane continued, is Onanda Erickson, Bonnie's mother.

It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere. A tall, very full figured woman; a short haired brunette with honey brown eyes filled with a frightening self-assurance. Standing well over 6 feet in a pair of 3 inch stiletto heeled court shoes of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a crisp, snow white silk blouse and a tight, black and white check skirt that came to just above her knees, her long, beautifully shaped legs sheathed in black nylon. Yes, she was a truly impressive vision of dominant womanhood.

Ms Erickson beheld Frilly with calculated interest and brutal contempt.

'A new toy?' she asked, her voice edged by a light Northern European accent.

Ms Kane smiled. 'A new recruit. And a new member.'

She gestured towards Mrs Parsons. Onanda's gaze then fell upon Mrs Parson's generous, sensual form and a darker, sex-fired light entered her strikingly dark, almost glowing eyes.

She held out her hand and Mrs Parsons took it with a hint of hesitation.

'It's very nice to meet you,' Onanda said. 'I hope he turns out better than Bonnie.'

Mrs Parsons held Onanda's hand for perhaps a little longer than was necessary, her hesitation clearly dissolved by a growing interest.

'I'm sorry he let you down,' Mrs Parsons said, tuning to look at the struggling, squealing form of poor, pretty Bonnie.

'Don't be. He deserves everything that is about to happen. He was a pain as a son and made a pretty awful sissy, despite his naturally feminine looks. There is too much of his useless father in him.'

Then she stared down at Frilly. 'This one looks promising.'

Frilly felt the dark sadistic interest in her voice brush against his hot, nylon sealed cheek like a knife. His erection tightened.

'Hopefully,' Mrs Parsons said. 'Although, I think I could use some help.'

Ms Kane, who had been watching this exchange carefully, intervened. 'Perhaps Onanda could help. I'm sure her experiences with Bonnie would prove invaluable for the home training elements of our sissification programme.'

Ms Erickson smiled gently. 'I'd be happy to help.'

Mrs Parsons returned her smile and then turned to Frilly, her eyes filled with mischief and a clear, rather intense arousal. 'Yes, I'd very much appreciate your assistance.'

Frilly looked up into Ms Erickson's eyes and confronted a new vision of his sissy future. The potential for the cruel and unusual was all too apparent in her dark, teasing look, and a quiver of strange and deeply masochistic desire shot through his aching, permanently hard sex as he considered what lay ahead.

'Would you stay while Frilly is prepared?' Mrs Parsons asked, an almost girlish tone of expectation in her husky, always terribly sexy voice.

A gentle, very beautiful smile crossed Miss Erickson's soft, blood red lips. 'Of course. We have an hour before Bonnie is shipped off, and I'm sure he'd enjoy watching Frilly being prepared for his new life.'

In response, poor Bonnie squealed with an even greater fury into his fat dummy gag and Miss Erickson burst out laughing. Bonnie shook his head with a terrible desperation, tears continuing to stream from his terror widened eyes and over his alabaster coloured cheeks.

At that point, the door opened and the beautiful, elegant and incredibly sexy Daisy tottered sweetly into the room.

She wiggle-minced up to Ms Kane and then performed a deep, panty flashing curtsey before her stunning, regal mistress.

'Help Mrs Parsons undress Frilly and then begin the denuding.'

Daisy curtsied her understanding and turned to face a stunned, tormented Frilly.

Poor Frilly's eyes filled with an inescapable and blatant desire. Through the shimmering film of strongly scented pink nylon that provided such an intensely fetishistic filter for the incredible events unfolding before him, Frilly could see that Daisy was truly gorgeous, a perfectly formed beauty with the pneumatic figure of a fifties sex goddess. Her large, sparkling blue eyes were filled with the almost painful arousal that Frilly had noticed in all the sissy captives of the Silken Illusion and her full, glistening, strawberry-coloured lips were curved into a smile of promise and strange reassurance.

She took two tiny steps forward. Her pretty petticoats rustled, her large breasts bounced ever so slightly and her powerful, sweet rose perfume teased Frilly's nylon sheathed nostrils.

'Keep still, Frilly. I won't hurt you if you're a good girl.'

Frilly's eyes widened with further surprise: Daisy's voice was that of a child mixed with the silky tease of a call girl. High pitched and soft, yet also dripping with a knowing sensuality.

Daisy leaned forward and began to loosen the large pearl buttons that ran down the front of the tight, tormenting body sack. As she released the buttons, her eyes never left Frilly's stunned gaze. The novice sissy moaned helplessly into her fat, pungent gag and, in between returning Daisy's frank, hungry look with one of confused embarrassment and desire, he filled his stunned, beautiful eyes with the generous and hyper erotic vision of Daisy's impressively real and very considerable bosom.

As the buttons were loosened, it became apparent that Frilly was naked beneath the body sack. A slightly cruel, but also sexually charged smile crossed Daisy's sensual mouth as Frilly's flat, nearly hairless chest was revealed. Poor Frilly moaned with a furious pleasure and dreadful humiliation as Daisy worked her way towards the sissy's slender, girlish waist and the secrets beyond.

Eventually, the thick nylon waist band of the tights that so sweetly imprisoned his long, feminine legs was revealed. Daisy smiled and whispered a hoarse, sex edged "lovely" as she reached the final button. She pulled back the silken edges of the body suit to reveal the full, tormented length of Frilly's surprisingly large sex trapped beneath the sheer film of scented white nylon. A gasp of deeper, harsher pleasure slipped from Daisy's mouth.

'My, my,' she whispered.

Smiling and obviously curious, Onanda Erickson stepped forward and peered into the body sack. Her eyes widened and she unleashed a strange, staccato laugh that mixed mockery with reluctant admiration.

'He's certainly well-endowed.'

Mrs Parsons blushed and nodded vaguely.

Onanda Erickson straightened and set her frank gaze upon Frilly's gorgeous stepmother. 'Haven't you ever been tempted?'

A lock of genuine shock passed across Mrs Parsons' face and a wicked light filled Ms Erickson's icy gaze.

What no one had mentioned was the way Mrs Parsons had decorated her stepson's sex. The painfully hard member was sheathed in a white nylon stocking bound tightly in place with a thick pink silk ribbon warped tightly around his bulging, straining balls. Also ignored was the perhaps more striking fact that the chain leash used to keep Daisy under control was attached directly to the wide, hard shaft of his sex via a tight leather band, the chain itself running down through a small, carefully cut hole in the gusset of the tights.

After contemplating this bizarre and highly erotic display for a few more seconds, Daisy eased the loosened body sack over Frilly's shoulders and let it fall down to just below his nylon enveloped waist. Daisy then lent forward again and removed thick silk ribbons that were loosely binding Frilly's lower thighs and ankles. It was then relatively simple to ease the soft, shimmering body sack down his nylon sheathed legs.

Frilly stood before the women in only the tights and the testing, high heeled ankle boots. With the body sack removed, a new level of cruel restraint was revealed: his arms had been pulled behind his back and bound tightly together with the more pink silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows.

Ms Erickson giggled cruelly and whispered something in Mrs Parsons's ear. The plump, beautiful blonde blushed and stifled a helpless laugh.

Daisy pulled open the waist band of the tights and eased the leather band (which was actually sown across the chain leash) over the bulging head of Frilly's large, nylon wrapped cock.

Frilly watched this new humiliation with wide, terror-streaked eyes, and as soon as Daisy's hand slipped over his cock, he let out a squeal of genuine outrage cut through with immediate and almost unbearable sexual arousal.

'Be quiet you naughty girl!' Mrs Parsons suddenly snapped.

She stepped forward and applied a hard, very painful slap to Frilly's delicately hosed thighs. Frilly squeaked with shock and discomfort into the panty gag and tried to control himself as Daisy pulled the chain through the gusset hole in his tights and then set about pulling the tights down his beautifully shaped legs to his ankles. Then she knelt down before him once again and, with glace gloved hands, carefully and patiently untied the ribbon lacing that held the delightful and ultra-feminine pink leather ankle boots so tightly in place. Frilly stifled a further moan of desperate sexual need and fear as Daisy gently eased each boot off his small, always feminine and now nylon wrapped feet. He was then ordered to step out of the bunched tights.

Daisy, a vision of summer yellow and rich cream, her heart stopping gaze returning momentarily to Frilly"s straining, so very desperate cock, placed the gleaming sado-erotic boots at her side and rose with a balletic grace back to her own very high heeled feet. Her eyes filled with an aching need, her lips glistening with sex anticipation in the soft, pinkish light of the room, her large, tightly restrained breasts heaving desperately, she smiled softly and began to free poor Frilly's angry, hungry cock from its delicate nylon and ribbon prison.

Frilly's eyes filled with the tears of profound, soul crushing frustration. He fought girlish wiggles and a panty gagged cry of ecstatic surprise. Daisy, her smile now in some way harder, crueller, picked at the ribbon bow with blood red nails, pinching the stiff, boiling flesh of Frilly's impressive sex more than once. A tear trickled down his hot, pink nylon sheathed cheek and a bitter laugh of cruel pleasure shot from Ms Erickson's sensual mouth.

The ribbon was released and the stocking gently, teasingly slipped from the cauldron heat of Frilly's tormented sex. And it was now that poor Frilly knew he was most under threat; for the urge to come, to spurt hot spunk all over the gorgeous she-male Daisy was momentarily quite irresistible. His pleading, nylon sheathed eyes turned to his beautiful, plump and utterly merciless step mother.

'I know, Frilly,' she said, her voice deep, hard, determined. 'But if you come, it's all over. If you can't demonstrate this most basic level of self-control, it's all a waste of time and money. If you come, I can guarantee you will be joining Bonnie.'

Even with this terrible threat hanging over his stocking sealed head, he was still very close to exploding; indeed, on one very dark level, his stepmother's threats, delivered in her always sexy voice, seemed to increase his fierce sexual arousal.

But then the stocking was pulled free and, momentarily, he was freed from the agonising ecstasy of Daisy's teasing attentions.

Daisy stood back and examined Frilly's form with wide, excited eyes.

'Leave the stocking hood for now,' Ms Kane said.

Daisy curtsied and wiggle-minced back towards Frilly. She moved behind the pretty sissy and untied the ribbons binding his arms. Frilly sighed with relief into his pungent, intimate gag and awaited Daisy's next move with desperate ambivalence.

'Place your arms at your side, my sweet.'

Frilly obeyed without hesitation. He stared down at his straining, naked sex, with its long, hard crimson shaft and bulging, almost purple head. There was some embarrassment, but mainly there was just dreadful sexual ache. Despite everything, Frilly remained deeply aroused. Indeed, he had never felt an arousal like it before: a body and soul consuming need that acted like a hood – a sheer nylon hood, no doubt – obscuring all rational thought and fear. He looked up at Mrs Parsons, his gorgeous, buxom, step mother, a woman he had always been attracted to, a woman who, despite her general coolness to him, had always been an object of intense sexual interest. He looked into her piercing blue eyes and saw a dark and heartless fascination. Her bloody lips curved into a cruel smile and her eyes fell upon his enraged sex. Then her smile widened, a smile that held the secrets of a powerful and twisted imagination.

Daisy wiggle minced over to the shelves holding the strange and disturbing tools of feminisation. Each step was a teasing caress. The skirt of the yellow dress was so short that her heavily be-frilled silk panties were always visible through the fine lace mist of petticoating. The panties were very tight and provided a beautifully exact outline of the plump, perfectly formed globes of two erotically dancing buttocks, two nylon and silk wrapped peaches - sweet, forbidden fruit.

From a middle shelf she selected a silver canister. She smiled to herself, turned and tottered back towards Frilly. Despite a dreadful trepidation, his desire remained intense and unavoidable, and his eyes once again fell upon Daisy's impressive, helplessly bouncing bosom.

Daisy drew to an elegant halt before Frilly, the can raised in her right hand, a gentle and reassuring smile lighting up her beautiful face.

'It'll sting a bit,' she whispered, 'but beauty always has a price, my pretty flower.'

Frilly's eyes widened.

'Get on with it,' Ms Kane snapped.

Daisy sprayed a fine white, cherry scented mist across Frilly's chest and stomach.

The spray was cool and there was – at least initially – no discomfort. After the chest and stomach, Daisy set to work on the rest of Frilly's body below his neck, covering every inch with the spray and wrapping him in a damp feminine miasma. Within a few seconds he was completely enveloped. His eyes darted between Daisy as she moved around his naked body and the three beautiful, determined women who were overseeing this drastic and apparently permanent transformation. His heart pounded with fear, eroticised anticipation and an angry sexual arousal made strikingly apparent by his almost painful erection.

Daisy told him to spread his legs. He obeyed hesitantly and then the cool pray kissed his buttocks and inner thighs. He squeaked with shock and a helplessly perverse excitement.

Then the gorgeous she-male reappeared in front of him, her dazzling smile touched by a finger of concern.

'It will begin to test you in a little while, my sweet. But you must be strong.'

Frilly stared at Daisy with a mixture of intense attraction and fear. He nodded weakly.

Daisy minced back towards the women, curtsied deeply before them (revealing more of her beautiful, heavily be-frilled white silk panties in the process), and turned back towards Frilly.

Frilly looked at the women and their lovely she male slave. He knew sometime terrible was about to happen. Yet even with this knowledge framing every thought, he found himself filled with desire for the women and Daisy. His eyes caressed their splendid, elegant forms and surrendered to the absolute inevitability of their power over him, a power born both out of the grim reality of physical control and the far stronger truth of a fierce sexual enslavement.

Then he began to feel a strange, slightly irritating tingling, a sudden breeze of pins and needles that followed exactly the course set by the spray can's misty jet stream. His eyes widened with surprise and the women's smiles widened with cruel impatience as the tingling seemed to deepen and turn into something else: almost a scratching, a heated sandpapering of his already soft, girlish skin.

Soon the heat was much stronger, a burning that inspired increasing panic stricken moaning, terrified, pink nylon sheathed eyes and an emerging ballet of desperate wiggles. Within a few minutes, tears were trickling from his eyes, he was squealing angrily and desperately into the fat, inescapable gag, and he was hopping about like a lunatic puppet.

His reaction inspired laughter and clapping from the three women and a look of genuine concern from the lovely Daisy. And as his discomfort turned into a true, unavoidable pain and his squeals became cries of utter despair, small, sparkling tears began to trickle from Daisy's eyes.

And just at the point where poor Frilly thought he could bare no more, where it was as if his body was being consumed in terrible, sizzling fire, Ms Kane ordered a clearly relieved Daisy to apply the body wipes.

Daisy rapidly returned to the shelves and retrieved what at first appeared to be a pile of small, white towels. As Frilly hopped and squealed before her, she laid the towels on the floor before him. Between his agonised wiggles and bounces, the helplessly, hooded sissy managed to see that the towels were in fact large white squares of some strange glistening fabric sealed in transparent plastic wrap.

Daisy carefully unwrapped the first "towel" before Frilly's wildly tormented eyes. She then stepped forward and wiped the towel, which was damp, warm and teasingly soft, across Frilly's tortured chest. Almost immediately there was a reduction in the infuriating burning, a reduction that became noticeably greater as the gorgeous she-male widened the arc of the towel down to his stomach. She used a second towel to wipe the spray's savage irritant impact from Frilly's long, helplessly feminine legs and feet, kneeling with grace and care before carefully picking up each small, girlish foot and applying the healing balm spread so mysteriously across the towel's cream coloured surface.

In a few minutes, Daisy managed to wipe clean virtually every part of Filly's infuriated and deeply pained anatomy. Except for his long, hard, crimson-headed cock. For some reason, Daisy ignored this last outpost of pain with a cruel and eroticised indifference that smacked of sadistic deliberation. So, although the pain was reduced, it was also greater; for now everything was concentrated on his still violently erect sex. Tears continued to flow from his pretty, sky blue eyes and kittenish moans of distress continued to fight their way past the thick, tight tape sealing his soft, ruby lips so effectively shut.

'You can finish him off,' Ms Kane then said.

Daisy nodded and performed a dainty bob curtsey. She then tottered sweetly forward, smiled modestly at the intensely irritated and aroused Frilly and then, once again, knelt before him.

She wiped the irritant film from his stiff, boiling cock with a teasing acre that left poor Frilly on the edge of a savage orgasm.

'Remember,' his stepmother whispered, holding his terrified, sex framed gaze.

A terrible punishment would follow what then seemed an inevitable ejaculation. Daisy teased the bulging, bloody head of his cock with the warm towelling and then set to terrible, expert work on his fat, aching balls. Then, just as he was sure a volcanic eruption of hot, uncontrollable spunk was about to spurt with black animal power from the shark eye of his cock, she removed the towel and sent him plunging into a paradoxical darkness of stunning relief and terrible frustration.

Then there was a final, almost overwhelming sense of relief that was both a pure pleasure and a terrible truth. The veil of identity is so easily destroyed by the brutal fact of physical being, whether pain or desire. The weaknesses of his identity, already so significantly threatened by this deeply perverse feminisation, had been further stressed by the absolute power of his suffering and the need to escape it. Yet if this thought was yet another simple, dreadful humiliation, the body that remained after the application of the spray was an even greater one. For as the powerful sense of relief faded, he became aware of the strange and shocking effect of the spray. His entire body was now a bright pink and entirely hairless! His skin tingled not unpleasantly and his sex strained even more furiously forward, its bushy pubic hair base having been completely removed.

The women nodded and smiled.

'The spray contains a chemical that destroys not only the hair, but the hair roots,' Ms Kane explained, clearly enjoying this new development. 'You will no longer grow any body hair.'

He looked down at his rather absurd form through the nylon stocking hood and moaned sadly. The denuding was permanent – a dreadful but also highly effective symbol of his now inescapable feminisation.

'Remove the hood and finish the job,' Ms Kane snapped.

Daisy smiled shyly and bob-curtsied. She then stepped forward and very gently eased the hood from Frilly's hot, teased head.

The cool air of the changing room washed over his face and he felt new, terror-framed relief. His heart pounded as the gorgeous she-male, her large, silk and satin encased breasts brushing teasingly against his baby smooth and ultra sensitive chest, her cool, minted breath caressing his hot, crimson cheeks, pulled the thick tape from his girlish lips and extracted the soaking, pungent panty gag from his tormented mouth.

He stared into her huge blue yes and felt himself lost in an ecstatic abyss of desire. His aching, arched cock rubbed against the edge of Daisy's infinity of frilled petticoating and a sigh of utter pleasure slipped from his freed mouth.

Frilly watched, sex enraged, as Daisy covered two of the wipes in the denuding spray and began to use the first wipe to very gently clean his checks and neck, her eyes constantly locked into his stunned, furiously desiring gaze. Within seconds the terrible tingling was moving across his face like a plague of red ants and quickly transforming into a real and painful burning. Luckily, he was prepared for the spray's impact and withstood the two minutes before Daisy wiped it away with clean wipes with a fortitude that clearly impressed his gorgeous, cruel-eyed captors.

Then the ordeal, or rather this part of the bigger ordeal, was over. Stunned and humiliated, yet also increasingly excited by this humiliation, he stood before the women and Daisy and knew this was truly only the beginning. His slender, feminine form, denuded and tingling, his skin now coloured a deep sissy pink, was presented naked and stunningly vulnerable. His achingly hard sex rose up before his beautiful female captors with a singular and inescapable confession of desperate need.

'Bring him to the horse,' Ms Kane snapped, inspiring another pretty, panty flashing curtsey from Daisy.

Daisy led Frilly towards the red leather gym horse. As she did so, Ms Kane took the large, sinister syringe Frilly had noticed earlier from the shelves. She held it before the wide eyed sissy and smiled as its long, wicked needle gleamed in the pink light.

'The sex drug,' the lovely, shark eyed redhead purred, her cool, sensual voice filled with sadistic pleasure. 'An essential tool in controlling the novice sissy.'

The syringe was filled with a strange, almost luminous creamy liquid and Frilly stared at it with a renewed, yet still sex-edged terror.

'It is essentially a powerful sex hormone stimulant that ensures high levels of permanent sexual arousal. It also significantly heightens sexual performance. Combined with our training regime, it helps ensure compliance and, eventually, total acceptance in the male of feminisation.'

Ms Kane stepped forward.

'Lean over the horse, my pretty,' Daisy whispered.

Frilly turned to stare at her and his large, hard cock brushed once again against the soft winds of her ornate, elegant petticoating, his lovely girlish eyes field with a desperate pleading.

'Now,' Daisy stressed, her pretty voice suddenly filled with genuine threat.

Frilly turned back towards the horse, looked over at his smiling stepmother, and then nervously leant over the facing side of the leather horse.

Almost immediately he felt Daisy's hands around his ankles, pulling his legs wide part and forcing his arms to stretch out in a straight line along the horse to maintain balance. He felt his ankles pulled with surprising strength into the shackles and quickly, tightly imprisoned. Then, inspiring a sudden, deliciously tingling shock and deep, helpless arousal, Daisy's sex gloved hands were once again slipping over his sex and pulling it gently into position beneath the body of the horse. He squealed with a terrible, soul destroying pleasure as his cock was locked inside its own leather shackle, a wicked device attached to the smooth, cool underside of the horse's thick tubular body.

Yet this was not the end of this particularly perverse and paralysing bondage; for as soon as his ankles and cock were secured, Daisy tottered around the horse so that she was standing immediately in front of him. He found himself staring directly at her perfect, white nylon sheathed legs and wanting her with an even greater and totally unreasonable intensity.

She took his wrists and began to pull his body forward up over the horse. He gasped with surprise, both at her strength and at the disorientation created by suddenly being pulled forward over the horse. He cried out with genuine fear as his arms were pulled down the outer side of the horse so that, eventually, his fingers were only a few inches from the rubberised floor and his stomach was stretched flat against the top of the horse, thus creating an aching tension as his legs were stretched and his sex was pulled painfully tight by the cruel leather shackle that held it so firmly and perversely in place.

Daisy knelt down in another explosion of petticoats and pretty silk knickers. He tried to lift his head up and, momentarily, their eyes were locked once again.

'Just relax,' the she-male beauty whispered. 'Accept.'

He tried to follow her advice, but when she then proceeded to lock his wrists in the two shackles attached to the legs on the front side of the horse, he found himself spread-eagled with a fierce tightness across the body of the horse, his arms and legs pulled wide, his face upside down and forced to behold the humiliating fact of his cruelly imprisoned sex.

The sense of exposure and utter helplessness was now at its strongest. His buttocks felt spread by some vicious clamp, but this was only the effect of the pressure being applied to his pulled apart legs.

He sensed Daisy step back from the horse. Then the gleaming black patent leather, stiletto heeled court shoes of Ms Kane came into his line of sight. She was standing directly behind his so terribly exposed buttocks. He felt his anus twitch and his heart speed up.

'How long will it take?' he heard his stepmother ask, her voice filled with sado-erotic expectation.

'Oh, only a few minutes,' Ms Kane replied, amused and darkly aroused.

He watched the glamorous, intensely sensual bottom half of Ms Kane step forward to within a few inches of his helpless, exposed rear end. The erotic sweetness of her expensive French perfume teased his fear-flared nostrils and his erection strained desperately in the cruel shackle. Then there was the concentrated and sharp pressure of a metal point being pressed deep inside his right thigh, only a few centimetres from his testicles. His cry of shock and anguish heightened considerably when the sharpness suddenly increased in intensity and the needle punctured his skin.

For a sickening few seconds he could feel cool metal inside his body as the creamy sex drug fluid was pumped into a vein and began to spread throughout his tethered, feminine form.

Then the needle was removed and he sighed with relief and gratitude.

'I suggest we fix the plug before the full impact is felt,' he heard Ms Erickson say.

'Yes,' Ms Kane replied. 'Good idea. Daisy!'

He was aware of more movement. To his left, where the women were gathered, he could hear a whispered conversation between Ms Erickson and his step mother that ended in an intimate and meaning filled laugh. He saw Daisy's striking white stiletto heels pass behind him again. Then a small metal table on gleaming silver wheels was pushed into his line of sight.

There was a snap of rubber, the sound, he thought, of latex gloves being pulled over human skin. Then there was a shock even greater than the cruel kiss of the syringe. A rubberised finger suddenly slipped into the dark space between his buttocks and pressed firmly into his anus.

He let out a loud squeal of horror and tugged painfully on his bounds, thus stretching his cock even more severely!

'Shut him up,' Ms Kane snapped.

A hand suddenly grasped his head and pulled it up. He found himself facing another pair of very shapely, black nylon sheathed legs. Then something was stuffed deep into his mouth, something soft and silky and filled with a familiar musky taste. Then something equally soft was wrapped around his head to hold this new gag firmly in place and his head released.

He moaned into the gag and quickly realised a still warm pair of panties, with the crotch section exposed, had been stuffed in his mouth and tied in place with a nylon stocking. His cock, so cruelly tormented, stiffened and a sudden sense of the most extreme and delirious sexual arousal crashed over his prone form. He squealed with a helpless and furiously pleasure.

'Hurry up, Daisy. It's taking effect.'

Ms Kane's sexy, husky voice, filled with teasing mischief, was the voice of a sex angel. Suddenly the world had become overwhelmed by a consciousness of constant and unbearable erotic potential.

He felt the finger slip out of his arse. Yet within seconds it had returned, this time covered in a cool, thick gel. He screamed into the pungent gag as the finger began to line the walls of his anus with the gel. This was pleasure on the verge of an ecstatic agony made worse by the fact that the finger moved gently, lovingly, teasingly. Frilly, a 16 year old virgin, had never felt an intimate sexual caress other than from his own hand. He had never felt or even been close to a woman's body. And so this was his firstly genuinely sexual communication with another human being, with the gorgeous she-male beauty Daisy.

Then the finger eased out of his arse once again and he released muffled pleas for its return. The women's laughter filled the room, a divine sex music that vibrated against the bulging head of his tormented cock like a sweet sonic kiss. But this was only the beginning of a new, astonishing stage of his transformative, ultra-erotic ordeal. For within seconds of Daisy's latex sheathed finger leaving his newly enlivened anus, there was something harder and more determined replacing it, pushing firmly against the tender edge of his arse. It was broader than the finger, yet with a clearly pointed tip. His squeals increased in volume and amazement as the tip was edged inside his anus and then firmly pushed into the very heart of him. The pressure was determined, yet not extreme; this was a gradual process of systematic penetration that left him wiggling and screaming helplessly into the intimate, unyielding gag. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of being gradually split in two, a profound, sado-erotic sundering. He felt the cool, plastic thing work deeper into him; he felt his buttocks pushed apart; he felt the kiss of some slick, cold sex tool drill into his body and open up undreamt of potentials for physical pleasure.

Then there was a sudden, heart stopping pain: the plastic burrowing thing had reached an obstacle – his arse would stretch no further. He heard Daisy sigh with effort and frustration and mutter a sweetly voiced "oh dear". He actually tried to force his legs further apart to accommodate this strangely beautiful intrusion.

'Push harder,' Ms Kane snapped, her harsh voice filled with cruel determination.

There was hesitation then the sound of a hand striking nylon sheathed flesh.

'Harder!' Ms Kane cried, her voice filling the room with a raw electric energy.

Then there was more pain. A solid, blinding pain that produced instant tears and the highest pitched sissy squeal imaginable. He knew he would be seriously injured, that things had gone too far, that there would be an ambulance and a much more precise and de-sexed humiliation. But then, to his amazement and deep relief, there was a sudden give, a collapse of all resistance, and the intruder slipped deep inside some long hidden cave of tender sissy flesh. Suddenly he was filled to overflowing, suddenly the plastic thing was locked deep, firmly and very erotically inside him, as if it was now part of the very essence of his physical being.

He felt his body instinctively relax and was immediately aware of the potential of the intruder. His arse stretched, the walls of his anus teased, he experienced an immediate and intense sexual thrill of a magnitude much greater than the teasing intervention of the rubberised finger. He moaned with masochistic abandon into the gag and felt himself consumed completely by the erotic truth of physical existence.

'Good,' Ms Kane whispered, her voice filled with arousal. 'Now we can move on to the restrainer. Get her up.'

Hands were suddenly at his ankles, freeing them from the unyielding leather shackles. He sighed with relief as the tension stretching his hard, angry, desperate sex was lessened. Then his wrists were freed and he felt a hand slip beneath his stomach and begin to help him upright.

In the fifteen or so minutes he had been secured so firmly to the horse, his arms and legs gone quite numb, and as Daisy helped him onto his feet, he began to sway precariously, his sissy form now made of weak, pathetic rubber.

Ms Kane stepped forward and gripped his shoulders firmly, holding him upright and staring directly into his stunned eyes. He met her gaze and felt his soul melt. Her great beauty was a devastating tool of control; as her sparkling green eyes burnt into his girlish blue orbs, he knew that the only option open to him was total obedience.

And it was as his eyes slipped from her terrible, wonderful gaze and fell upon her firm, heaving bosom that another tidal wave of incredible sexual arousal crashed into him, a wave that was increased in its ferocity by the sudden and brutal sensation of the intruder lodged between his buttocks. As he stood, as his thighs came together, the plug was pushed even deeper into his anus and its awful, inescapable stimulation became even more intense. His cock reared up and a further moan of helpless need slipped from the fat, pungent panty gag.

'Hurry up,' she said, a tone of contempt entering her voice. 'Before he comes all over me.'

In the background, Daisy had been tottering sweetly between the horse and the shelves. As feeling returned to Frilly (in more ways than one!), Ms Kane released her grip and he found himself facing the stunning Daisy. But now, under the influence of the terribly tormenting sex drug, he was beholding her anew, confronting a being designed to thrill and serve, a being of startlingly subservient ultra-femininity and truly amazing beauty. Suddenly his desire for her was a cosmic adoration. His eyes widened as they met hers and a moan of the darkest need slipped from behind the intimate, perverse gag. Tears of a truly unbearable desire began to trickle from his eyes and Daisy's concerned smile was a sun exploding in a galaxy of gender ambiguity.

He consumed her astonishing body with his sex flooded gaze. Then his eyes feel upon her silk gloved hands and saw she was holding what looked very much like the index finger of a hot pink coloured rubber glove.

'Put your hands behind your back and try to keep upright,' Daisy purred, her voice a golden sex music. 'This will be worse than the denuder, I'm afraid. And, remember, if you come, you'll be joining Bonnie.'

At the mention of the doomed, babified sissy, Frilly's head turned towards the terrified, furious form of pretty Bonnie still struggling pointlessly in the high chair. Beautiful, tragic Bonnie, her eyes filled with a dreadful, simple knowledge and its impending realisation in a dark reality of complete and final transformation. Yet, once again, it was not fear that Bonnie's awful fate inspired, but a cruel, sadistic pleasure. Then Frilly was brought back to her own shocking reality as Daisy's hands touched the swollen, enraged head of his utterly exposed sex, the fundamental physical fact of a masculinity that would, for Bonnie, soon be no more.

Frilly gasped and looked down at her rock hard sex: Daisy was about to slip the strange finger-like rubber sheath over the boiling crimson head. He briefly looked up at her, his eyes filled with pleading, arousal-filled concern. Daisy smiled sympathetically, knowing from her own experience the agony poor Frilly was experiencing, and then began to work the sheath forward, pulling it in one swift strong gesture over the head of his cock, along the hard, crimson surface and then, in one last, very quick movement, over his bulging, tormented balls, where its was snapped firmly and tightly in place.

Frilly squealed with shock and surprise as the rubber material squeezed his balls and tightened around the angry, tight skin of his considerable erection.

'The restrainer is made from an advanced form of latex rubber,' Ms Kane explained, moving closer to the stunned, tormented sissy. 'It contracts with heat, yet allows virtually full expansion of the penis. However, ejaculation is quite impossible. Every sissy servant of the Silken Illusion is kept permanently restrained. Release may be allowed by a mistress on special occasions, but this is entirely a matter for the individual owner.'

Frilly looked down at his bright pink, rock hard cock and felt tears of profound frustration well up in his pretty, girlish eyes.

'You will see that there is a micro-mesh fibre head,' the gorgeous dominatrix continued, her eyes studying Frilly's impressive, imprisoned cock with an obvious sexual interest. 'This allows urination without removal.'

Filly moaned into the panty gag and felt his sad, furiously aroused gaze once again captured by hers. Despite his torture and frustration, he felt only the most intense desire and admiration for this beautiful and cruel woman.

'Right,' Ms Kane continued, her eyes turning sternly to Daisy. 'Take her to the dressing table.'

Daisy performed another lovely, panty flashing curtsey of absolute obedience and placed a silk gloved hand on Frilly's shoulder.

As she led him towards the beautiful, ornate dressing table, he immediately experienced the true impact of the plug. Suddenly each small, nervous step was a dreadful sexual tease. The furious, wave-like arousal inspired by the sex drug returned with a dark vengeance as the most profound and all pervasive sense of pure physical pleasure enveloped his sissified being. He squealed with stunned amazement into the fat panty gag and a slightly cruel smile passed across Daisy's sparkling cherry red lips.

' Isn't it wonderful!' she whispered, her voice filled with erotic urgency. 'Every step is now ecstasy.'

His only response was a further moan of angry pleasure as his thighs pressed together and, by the very fact of walking, forced the plug teasingly to massage his ultra-sensitised arse.

The large, ornate dressing table dominated an entire side of the mysterious room. Placed before it was a small, white leather backed stool. The gorgeous she-male carefully helped the tormented sissy slave rest her pert, always feminine backside against its cool, firm surface.

As his upper body weight pressed down on his buttocks, he felt the plug press even deeper and closed his eyes tightly as another wave of intense, mind bending pleasure surged through his body.

When he opened his eyes he found himself facing his own reflection and gasped with a soul crushing embarrassment. His slender, feminine face was filled with pathetic surprise and in his pretty pale blue eyes he could see the same desperate masochistic need that had haunted the eyes of the other sissy prisoners of the Silken Illusion. Yet worse was the fact, even without any form of feminine attire or make up, he already looked like a girl, a fact that perhaps he had known long before he arrived here; a fact that secretly tormented him since he had been a little boy; a fact made too real by much teasing at School; a fact that had no doubt been part of his step mother's decision to have him transformed in the first place. Yet even as he felt embarrassment and shame, he also felt, again, helpless and powerful sexual excitement. As his rubberised cock pressed deep into his flat stomach, he knew that femininity had always lurked deep within him, a femininity he had fought, but which had also secretly fascinated and aroused him.

'Start with the hair,' Ms Kane said.

Daisy nodded seriously and he noticed his stepmother and the gorgeous, cruel eyed Ms Erikson move into the range of his reflection. Via the large, oval mirror, he looked up into his stepmother's limpid blue eyes and saw her pleasure and excitement. He felt his cock strain against the ingenious restrainer and fought back further tears of frustration.

Daisy took a barber's black metal electric razor from the table and suddenly the room was filled with a low, but fierce humming.

'Keep still, prettiness,' Daisy purred.

His hair had always been worn short, partly at the insistence of his stepmother, but also because it was a proven method of hiding his girlish good looks. As Daisy began to run the whirring blades of the razor across carefully controlled and shaped strands of blonde hair, he realised the new style demanded by the Silken Illusion would be more than short! And as it became apparent that his head was to be shaven, a look of deeper, a darker alarm flooded his eyes.

'We find natural hair a hindrance to the imagination,' Ms Kane explained. 'Most mistresses prefer the creative potential of wigs and, being a highly intelligent and inventive woman, your mummy is no different. Your hair will therefore be removed and your head subject to the permanent powers of the denuding spray.'

Poor Frilly's eyes moved rapidly between his disappearing hair, which was now falling in soft blonde clumps over his shoulders, and Ms Kane's steel hard, desire framed gaze. As her cruel smile widened, tears of defeat and despair began to trickle from the sissy's eyes and his cock fought pointlessly against the unyielding restrainer. The collision of humiliation and arousal was head on and as inescapable as they fat panty gag filling his soft mouth.

Eventually, he found himself confronting a skin-headed and very girlish youth, the only sign of his hair a light stubble mapping out the dome of his skull, a stubble that was quickly and expertly removed by Daisy using a frightening, silver handled cut-throat razor. Then she covered this newly pristine and gleaming surface in a thick cloud of the denuding spray. Tears ran freely from Frilly's wide, pained eyes.

'Say goodbye to your hair, sweety,' Ms Erickson teased and his stepmother burst out laughing, her cruelty both awful and, to Frilly's deep amazement, arousing!

His head was left to tingle, then itch, then burn, before Daisy carefully wiped the spray's wicked particles from his now totally smooth, babyish head. Yes: babyish; the effect was stunning and brutally obvious: he had been turned into a pretty, wide eyed, very feminine baby boy. His humiliation was profound, the destruction of his soul complete. Yet at the same time his cock fought the cruel, teasing re-strainer, and his thighs pressed together to push the ingenious, perverse plug deeper into his highly sensitised arse. He was lost in a terrible and beautiful contradiction between degradation and fierce sexual excitement from which he knew it was unlikely he would ever escape.

He looked up at the mirror and stared once again into his stepmother's always lovely eyes. Yes, she was being cruel, she was mocking his awful predicament; but she was also aroused, significantly turned on at the sight of this amazing transformation. And her arousal was his. His eyes fell upon her rapidly heaving and substantial bosom and he sighed with a helplessly sissy pleasure into the intimately flavoured and tightly secured panty gag.

The next few minutes passed in a carefully managed whirlwind of action overseen by the stunning Daisy. The speed with which she managed his elaborate sissy make-up betrayed expertise and experience. First, after carefully removing the fat and now very damp panty gag, a rather thick white foundation cream was applied to his head, face and neck, transforming him from a baby boy into a strange, almost sexless doll, a ghostly, neutered figure that, for the first time, he truly didn't recognise. Daisy applied the thick substance with an artist's lightness of touch and within a few minutes every centimetre of skin on and around his head, face and neck was completely covered. And as he watched this bizarre transformation, he remembered that each of the pretty sissies he had seen on the stage had been made up with the same core foundation, their faces snow white and thus helplessly doll-like.

'The foundation mask is made with a dye that is both waterproof and extremely resilient. On average it needs replacing once every three months. We use the same chemicals in all the sissy make up: once applied there is no need for regular re-application.'

Ms Kane's words were uttered with a measured indifference. She was speaking to his stepmother, but also, in a subtle way, continuing her cruel teasing of Frilly.

'It's a bit like a tattoo, I suppose,' his stepmother whispered, clearly fascinated by this latest phase of poor Frilly's transformation.

Ms Kane smiled forgivingly. 'Yes…in a way.'

Frilly stared at the strange creature before him and saw his strange sissy future emerge like a slowly developing photograph.

Soon his head and neck were completely covered: he was a strange sissy mannequin ready to take on any personality or style his mistress desired, a submissive nothingness awaiting the identity demanded by his beautiful, cruel eyed and endlessly imaginative stepmother.

After the foundation, came the detail: a striking pink lipstick that matched exactly the colour of the wicked, endlessly arousing restrainer, a long, phallic stick that was drawn across his soft, girlish lips by Daisy's steady, expert hand, her lovely, marble face only inches from his own, her warm scented breath caressing his painted skin. Then a hint of a lighter pink eye shadow that only just coloured his eyelids. Then a touch of matching rouge, a small, dainty circle on each glistening cheek. Simple, minimal, but certainly enough to effect a real and even more shocking transformation. Now he saw quite clearly the sissy he was to become; now all vestiges of a truly male self had been hidden beneath a veil of she-maleness.

Daisy stood back and allowed the women to study Frilly through the mirror. He blushed at their interest, but the colouring of his cheeks was completely hidden by the all pervasive foundation.

'Very good,' Ms Kane whispered. 'Now the body stocking.'

Daisy performed another beautiful, deep curtsey before her gorgeous mistress and helped a stunned Frilly to his feet. As he stood again, the plug, of which he was constantly aware,

once again pressed deeper into his anal passage and he moaned with a stark, animal pleasure. His pink rubber imprisoned cock rose up before him, fighting its fiendish restraint with a courage that was both desperate and pointless.

Daisy stared down at his sealed sex and a twinkle of deep desire filled her own lovely, pale blue eyes.

Frilly watched her with a terrible sex need as she then proceeded to bend forward in front of him to gain access to a gold handled draw built into the side of the ornate dressing table. As she did so, her wide, short skirt and the inches of petticoating beneath rose up her while nylon sheathed thighs to reveal her perfectly shaped, silk pantied and hosed backside, a full and, he suspected, quite deliberate revealing that inspired another moan of angry, painful longing.

From within the draw, Daisy extracted a neatly folded, white nylon garment. Frilly looked at it and then into Daisy's wide, sex teased eyes. Daisy smiled knowingly and unfolded the garment, holding it up before him with a slightly cruel smile. This, he assumed was "the body stocking".

Made from an opaque white nylon, the garment was essentially the fusion of a leotard and a pair of tights, the leotard section fitted with two long sleeves that ended seamlessly in gloves.

Its purpose was immediately clear: to cover the body from toe to neck in a film of soft white nylon.

Frilly, aroused and strangely eager, watched as Daisy took the stocking by the neck and began very carefully to roll it up until only the long white leg sections were fully exposed. She then knelt down before Frilly and proceeded to roll the left leg into a bowl and gently slip it over Frilly's corresponding foot. Frilly quickly saw the logic of Daisy's approach and lifted his foot so that the nylon leg could be drawn up his leg to just below the knee. The she-male beauty then repeated this delicate procedure with his right leg, before beginning to draw the stocking up over the rest of his ultra-sensitive, baby smooth body.

To his surprise, the soft nylon material expanded easily to cover his legs and plunge him almost immediately into the most wonderful whirlpool of tactile pleasure. His denuded, sensitised skin was enveloped in what felt like a thousand soft nylon kisses and a high pitched moan of pleasure seeped from his girlish, pink painted lips.

'Oh my god,' he whispered. 'It's beautiful, so soft, so…'

'So feminine?' Ms Kane asked, her smile wide, triumph and sadistic. 'Yes, now perhaps you can begin to appreciate the pleasures of your fate, my pretty sissy.'

Frilly stared at her and nodded in helpless agreement as the long, sheer legs of the stocking were drawn with a teasing slowness over his always shapely legs towards the top of his thighs and his tightly restrained, iron hard cock.

Daisy rose to her feet as the legs of the stocking approached Frilly's upper thighs. He stared down at the she-male's large, rapidly rising and falling bosom and felt another wave of unbearable ecstasy crash over his body. He swayed with the shock of a profound and absolute pleasure. Then he felt Ms Kane's strong hands on his shoulders. Her powerful, sharp-edged perfume tortured his helplessly flaring nostrils.

'Yes, Frilly, it is pleasure on the verge on an almost unbearable pain – the pain of constant and inescapable frustration. Coming to terms with this pain will be your greatest challenge.'

Before he could even look at this astonishing, deeply impressive woman, a new challenge was upon him, for Daisy was now pulling the stocking up over his so deeply torment, rubberised sex! He squealed with a blind fury as the so soft, teasing nylon fabric smothered his tightly restrained, desperate cock and began to work its way up over his hips and lower stomach. Ms Kane held him firm and upright as Daisy rose fully to her own high heeled feet and began to ease the wondrous stocking over his highly sensitised and baby smooth torso.

Eventually, Daisy gently eased his long, feminine arms into the gloved sleeve sections of the stocking and then carefully pulled the entire stocking up over his chest and shoulders, leaving him completely and beautifully immersed in the astoundingly erotic fabric.

Tears of angry and helpless pleasure trickled from his wide, sky blue eyes and he looked down at his body in utter delighted (and also terrified) astonishment. He was sealed in an opaque white nylon body suit from the tips of his toes and fingers all the way up to his neck. The sex drug made the normally highly arousing, ultra-soft fabric a truly divine sexual thrill. Never in his life had he experienced such immediate and deeply fetishistic pleasure! He gasped and fought another loud moan. He was lost in the depths of the profoundest sexual excitation. He was reborn in a pure, cosmically powerful sissy arousal.

Yet this dizzyingly erotic torment was far from complete. As he struggled to control the power of his reaction to such splendid nylon encasement, Daisy, her smile filled with her own angry sexual excitation, stepped closer still. Her large and perfect breasts, so carefully and deliberately revealed by the stunning yellow silk dress, brushed against his nylon teased chest and her hands slipped down over his lower stomach, their long nailed fingers testing the opaque skin tight material with casual sadism. Then, to his horror and astonishment, the hands were slipping into a previously unseen hole, a lace frilled circle that was only now revealing itself, a hole positioned directly over his wildly tormented, rock hard sex.

He squealed with a disturbingly feminine authenticity as Daisy took hold of his rubber sealed cock and began very gently to pull it through the vaginal slit, her eyes again never leaving his, eyes betraying burning desire and promising a future of perverse and beautiful pleasure.

Then it was out, revealed in its pink rubber sealed glory for all to see, the constant reminder of a maleness now consumed and enslaved by the delicate power of the Feminine.

Ms Kane smiled, Ms Erickson laughed and his stepmother's glacial eyes were warmed once again by a strange sexual arousal.

He stood before, a strange sissy manifestation of paradoxical fertility, his large, always impressive sex both the height of masculine reality and its fantastic destruction, his body a whirl pool of eroticised physical being in a world of pure sex.

'Now the corset and the one-piece, I think,' Ms Kane said, her smile filled with cruel triumphant.

Daisy curtsied and tottered to the large, white wardrobe, each high heeled step a gloriously provocative gesture that left poor, sex crushed Frilly moaning with a dreadful, irresistible need.

Closer inspection revealed that the doors to the wardrobe were two long wooden panels, one of which Daisy slid back to reveal a startling collection of intricately perverse sissy dresses and associated attire. Frilly looked at this astonishing display with wide, desire streaked eyes, knowing he was witnessing another profound vision of his ultra-feminised future.

Before he had time to get a clear and detailed look at each of the dresses, Daisy leant forward and quickly extracted a striking, pink satin little girl's dress and, from a drawer beneath the row of dresses, some strange form of pink rubber foundation wear. She then turned on her high heels and wiggle minced back towards Frilly, her arms filled with the bizarre costume. As her plump, perfectly shaped bosom bounced and her long, white nylon sheathed legs moved quickly yet elegantly, Frilly felt a sexual love so deep it was both painful and ecstatic. His rubber enveloped sex strained forward, reaching out to this image of stunning she-male perfection, and he found himself once again moaning with a helpless yet also dangerous abandon.

'She really is making far too much noise,' Ms Kane snapped.

'Let me deal with it,' Ms Erickson responded, a cruel, sex framed smile passing across her beautifully angular and pale features. 'Just give me a minute.'

She then slipped from the room, disappearing through the main entrance with a purposeful, threatening haste.

Frilly watched Ms Erickson's departure and knew nothing good would come of it. Yet any further contemplation of Ms Erickson's plans was brought to a sudden halt by Daisy's gorgeous presence.

The she-male beauty placed the strange dress and what was now revealed as a pink rubber mini corset on the dressing table. She took up the corset and brought it over to Frilly. She held the corset out before the sissy and smiled broadly.

'Turn around,' she whispered, her eyes burning with the fire of an intense and inescapable sexual need.

Frilly obeyed, his heart pounding, his sex screaming for an impossible release. Then he felt the slender, but surprisingly strong mini-corset being wrapped around his waist and laced firmly and very tightly in place. The corset covered the space between his lower stomach and the edge of his rib cage, and as it was tightened, he felt the air forced from his lungs.

'The disciplinary power of the corset is a vital part of the sissy's education,' Ms Kane explained to Mrs Parsons. 'Figure training is, for the sissy, a powerful symbol of the absolute oppression of masculinity.'

The sense of constriction provided by the corset was inevitably erotic, adding to the restrictive caress of the fiendish restrainer and the deceptively soft and teasing pressure of the gorgeous, teasing body stocking.

As Frilly considered the corset, Daisy took the bizarre, spectacular dress from the chair and held it aloft. Frilly's eyes widened with concern and arousal as she fought to understand its design. Luckily, Ms Kane was at hand to explain.

'A one piece suit designed in close consultation with your mother, my pretty,' she said, her voice a whiplash across his delicately hosed bottom. 'A rather splendid and highly appropriate creation for such a pretty little girl.'

The dress was, in fact, not a dress at all, but the fusion of a pair of short, pink silk hot pants with a spectacular, exactly matching silk shirt. The legs of the pants were heavy be-frilled with thick pick lace, as were the sleeves of the shirt. The shirt itself was lined vertically with gorgeously thick and intricate silk ruffles and its arms were beautifully puffed towards the padded shoulder area. Its neck was very high and lined with the same large white pearl buttons then run exactly down its centre (through the dead centre of the widest of the ruffles).

Daisy loosened the disc-like buttons from the very top of the neck right down to the edge of the pants section. She then opened up the strange costume like a glove and told Frilly to step into it. The increasingly pliable sissy obeyed without the slightest gesture of hesitation, betraying both a fascination with this latest piece of ultra-feminine attire and also an increasing desire for his sissification.

The women, currently Ms Kane and his gorgeous step-mother, watched with their own fascinated eyes as Daisy drew the leg sections up over Frilly's perfectly shaped, nylon sheathed thighs and then over his cruelly exposed, rubber-sealed cock and balls. Daisy helped Frilly slip his hosed arms into the long, puffed sleeves and then close the blouse section over his body like a beautiful silk shell. He felt the soft French lace frills of the high neck tickle the bottom of his chin and sighed with a terrible, confessional pleasure. As Daisy began to button up the strange sissy suit, he felt his soul melt and his will dissolve. The pleasure was hyper-intense, the sense of ultra-femininity far too powerful to resist and his future as a beautiful sissy slave was ensured.

As Daisy completed the buttoning at his neck, Ms Erickson returned. She beheld Frilly with impressed eyes and a wide, cruel smile.

'My, what a striking image. What a beauty!'

'Yes, she really is rather special,' Ms Kane said, her voice strangely quiet, even reflective.

'She'll be even more beautiful properly gagged,' Ms Erickson said, stepping closer to the stunned form of the helplessly lovely sissy.

Frilly stared into her cold green eyes, seeing a terrible power and a complete lack of sympathy.

She had damned her poor sissy son to the ultimate transformation without a thought, and now she intended to have her dark, kinky fun with poor Frilly.

'Open up, she whispered, her voice a pure, terrifying threat.

Frilly obeyed immediately and felt something very soft and damp pressed deep into his mouth, something warm and deliciously intimate.

'Fresh from my sex,' she whispered, her eyes eating up his shock and excitement. 'Enjoy!'

Gagged with her panties, he moaned with pleasure and exquisite humiliation. His sex stretched angrily against its inescapable restraint and a wave of aching frustration tensed every muscle in his sissified form. He tasted her most intimate secrets, sharp, pungent, beautiful.

'I suggest a thick strip of sissy tape,' Ms Kane said, as Ms Erickson stepped back to admire the bizarre, yet still strangely beautiful figure of Frilly, the delicate, wildly aroused sissy doll these stunning women were dressing with such cruel enthusiasm.

Daisy meanwhile had returned to the deep drawers of the dressing table and found a roll of what appeared to be thick, pink coloured duct tape. She passed the tape to Ms Erickson with a brief, dainty curtsey.

'We have this stuff made especially for silencing naughty, noisy sissies,' Ms Erickson said, pulling a long strip from the roll.

Frilly stared at the tape and remembered how it had so completely and inescapably covered the mouths of a number of the other sissies presented so alluring and cruelly on the stage.

'It's made with a special adhesive that reacts with and is actually strengthened by salvia. Once in place, it can only be removed through the application of a special gel.'

Ms Erickson then snipped the strip free of the roll with a pair of gleaming scissors.

'Lips together,' she ordered. 'Nice and tight.'

Poor Frilly obeyed with a pounding heart and the stiffest sex in the world. The sweet scent of the pink lipstick filled his girlishly flairing nostrils and then Ms Erickson carefully, but firmly spread the wide, thick strip of tape over his soft, helplessly pouting lips.

As his mouth was sealed tightly once again, his eyes strayed to his beautiful mother and he saw her deep and perverse desire. Suddenly the thought of being gagged like this before her, being so intricately and wildly feminised, being so delicately feminine and helpless…suddenly this was the most erotic thing in the world. A new wave of severe, soul possessing sexual pleasure engulfed his sissy form and with it came a sudden surge of almost unbearable happiness.

As Ms Erickson pressed her hand again the tape and sealed his lips with a cruel, aroused smile, he swooned with a dreadful, deeply loving pleasure and Ms Kane's eyes widened with triumph.

'Yes, my pretty sissy petal, it's so lovely.'

He nodded helplessly and her smile widened. He was theirs…totally.

Once the tape had been secured, Ms Kane stepped closer to examine her strange sissy creation. Daisy had buttoned the sissy suit tightly into place over his hosed and corseted form and he stared down at this striking work of dark art enveloping his tormented body with helplessly desiring eyes. Yes, it was beautiful and almost painfully erotic. He found himself pressing his nylon sheathed hands over its simmering, soft, sensual surface and feeling a sense of real pleasure in his elaborate and bizarre feminisation.

'She certainly seems to be enjoying herself,' Ms Erickson said.

Mrs Parsons nodded and smiled, her distraction indicating a careful contemplation of the potential offered for the future.

'Get his sex properly positioned and then let's get the wig and gloves sorted,' Ms Kane said. 'Then the boots. Then we can show our latest creation off to the ladies.'

From then on everything went much faster. They had been here – in the Silken Illusion Boutique – for perhaps two hours, and it was clear the timetable for this great, twisted, wonderful changing was slipping slightly.

When he had looked down at the fit of the erotic sissy suit, he had noticed a long, trunk-like flap positioned at the centre of the pants and now, as Daisy set to work, it quickly became apparent this was in fact a final ultra-kinky sheath.

The pants section of the suit was extremely tight, especially around Frilly's very shapely, petite backside, and his large hard cock was outlined in tight relief across the front. Daisy knelt down before him and began to ease his sex towards the dangling flap, a process that inspired a series of helplessly desperate and very girlish moans through the tightly sealed, deliciously fresh panty gag. But, eventually, Daisy, her hands expert, her eyes filled with a deep, fierce desire, managed to slip Frilly's impressive sex into the long, gleaming flap. The women failed to resist loud, mocking laughter as the flap suddenly became a long, rigid tube, a rapidly inflating sex balloon.

Frilly looked down at this new, bizarre manifestation, and his pretty blue eyes widened with embarrassment and excitement in equal proportions.

Daisy lent back slightly as Frilly's rampant, tightly restrained sex reared up before her, but then she quickly composed herself and set about securing this wayward sex beast. She grasped it firmly, inspiring a further well gagged moan of angry arousal, and then delicately revealed two slender ribbons running down its hard, taut length that were in fact attached directly to its now bulging head. With the ribbons still in her hand, she rose gracefully onto her high-heeled feet and very slowly guided one of the two lengths of ribbon through a silk eye band attached to the top of the pants section, just at the edge of Frilly's corseted stomach. She pulled the second length through the eye in the opposite direction. This had the immediate effect of pulling the encased, imprisoned sex upright and flat against the pants. She then bound the two lengths of ribbon together in a fat bow and stood back to admire her dark, kinky handiwork.

Frilly looked down at his tethered, rubber and silk enveloped sex and saw the simple cruelty of the suit's design. His layered cock would now be on display in its helpless, furious tumescence at all times, this large, stiff symbol of male virility, permanently erect thanks to the sex drug and the ministrations of the vibrator, would become, paradoxically, the most powerful representation of his wickedly imaginative and total sissification.

The women clapped Daisy's speedy genius and then the gorgeous, buxom she-male returned to the dressing table and a large, blonde wig resting on a pink coloured plastic stand. She gently removed the wig from the stand and returned to Frilly. He stared down at this glowing mass of soft feminine envelopment and felt his heart jump with a mysteriously powerful sexual excitement.

The wig was, given the intensely infantile nature of Frilly's feminisation, surprisingly adult. Indeed, it was a carefully designed recreation of the look made famous by a variety of fifties and sixties film stars: thick, carefully sculpted waves flowing seamlessly from a never quite seen source towards a never quite seen destination. Here was the soft, teasing eternity of his feminine future.

With a reassuring smile, Daisy, her large, perfectly formed breasts once again pressing against Frilly's desperately heaving chest, gently slipped the wig over his shaven, painted head and carefully manoeuvred it into position, her sensual smile widening with delight as the striking truth of Frilly's transformation became truly apparent, a smile replicated by the beautiful, cruel women.

His eyes once again met those of his gorgeous step mother and found genuine surprise. He felt his cock attempt to stiffen even more against its taught prison cell of taught latex rubber and realised that his feminisation gave him, in some strange way he couldn't yet articulate, a power, a potential of control and influence.

Daisy stepped back, her own astonishment increasing, her eyes widening with a deep sexual attraction.

This moment of strange elation and surprise was brief and ended with Daisy mincing back to the dressing table. From beside the wig stand she took a small, white silk bag. She unzipped it and extracted a pair of gloves, pink silk lined and fingerless. Not really gloves, but mittens, beautiful, glistening silk mittens.

She came back over to Frilly and quietly ordered him to hold out his hands. He stared at her with desiring eyes, smiled nervously and obeyed. She slipped the first mitten over his right hand. The inside of the mitten was lined with soft, but firm and thick rubber, and as it was pulled up over his hand, it became apparent that its main purpose was to immobilise the fingers, to make the hand useless as tool of manipulation.

As soon as the mittens were in place, secured tightly at the wrists with lengths of matching pink silk ribbon, Daisy turned expectantly to her beautiful, cruel eyed mistress.

'The boots, Daisy,' Ms Kane whispered, her own voice clearly distracted by the striking reality of Frilly.

Daisy hesitated a second then performed another brief bob curtsey before returning to the dressing table. From beneath it she pulled a long pink cardboard box and placed it upon the leather backed stool. She removed the lid and extracted a pink leather ankle boots of truly exquisite design.

'Go to the stool and put your left foot up on it,' Ms Kane ordered.

Frilly nodded weakly, moaning very slightly into the tightly sealed panty gag so erotically filling his mouth, and then moved towards the stool. As he took these few tentative, nervous steps, he once again felt the anal plug move deeper into the greased depths of his arse, and his moan grew helplessly louder. From now on, each step taken would be a stunning sexual tease!

Once at the stool, he carefully placed a delicately hosed foot upon it and watched with a rapt fascination as Daisy eased the open end of the boot over his white nylon sealed toes and then began to pull it firmly up the slender, feminine length of his foot, over his ankle and into a final place that reached just below his knee. And it was as Daisy positioned the boot that Frilly saw the fierce and very frightening five inch heel. His eyes widened with horror and, once again, Ms Kane's cruel laugh filled the room.

'Don't worry, Frilly,' she teased, 'you'll get used to it - eventually!'

The other women added there own mocking laughter to hers and Frilly felt his body consumed by humiliation and a dreadful masochistic desire.

Daisy zipped up the boot and then helped him place his now very high-heeled foot on the floor beside his unadorned foot. Immediately he felt unbearably lopsided and was sure he would loose he balance. But, to his surprise, his stepmother stepped forward and gripped his right shoulder.

'Careful now, my pretty,' she whispered, her voice suddenly filled with maternal concern, even love.

He looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and felt a sudden, overwhelming adoration. For the first time in many years, he saw a genuine feeling for him, a feeling informed by admiration and possessive interest. Yes, now he was hers in a way that made her want him. Now he was she, or rather a fascinating middle ground between a he and a she. A beautiful, submissive sissy.

He smelt her powerful perfume and his eyes caressed her soft, full, cherry lips and gently heaving, perfectly shaped bosom. The sex whirlpool widened and sped up. He felt another wave of the sex drug tidal wave crash across his so expertly feminised form. Suddenly, once again, the world was sex, unbearable and beautiful, painful and gorgeous, ecstatic and eternal. He could hear the rustle of her silk blouse against her large, soft breasts, the sound of her black nylon tights rubbing sensually against her firm, elegantly formed thighs, the gentle squeak of her hosed feet in her black patent leather, high-heeled pumps. Every sound a sex sound; every smell a sex smell; every image a vision of endless sexual potential.

While his stepmother held him in place, Daisy gently helped his other foot onto the leather backed stool and carefully positioned the second boot in place. Then, to his amazement, he was standing straight, still supported by his gorgeous, proud stepmother in the so high-heeled boots. Suddenly he was truly in a different world, the astonishing world of the sexy sissy slave!

'Balance is all about confident and grace,' Ms Kane said, her tone now much softer. 'It is important to stand straight, to keep your legs close together and your hands level with your hips. Then take small, slow steps. Almost immediately you will feel the type of walk the boots demand.'

He felt himself adjust his position towards the posture Ms Kane described. His stepmother released her grip and he felt himself begin to fall. There was an immediate sense of sickening panic. He tottered forward desperately, swaying, his arms waving like some crazed sissy robot. He saw and felt his exposed, restrained cock move clumsily with each fearful, wayward step. All pleasure suddenly disappeared in a storm of immediate and overwhelming humiliation. He heard Ms Kane and Ms Erickson laugh. Maybe there was a high pitched sissy titter from the lovely Daisy. But then, just as he was about to collapse in an embarrassing heap on the floor, there was a strange moment of suspended time, a shocking instance of inner stillness, as if the Feminine was reaching out to save him from the crushing embarrassment of spectacular failure. Suddenly, his stride became more confident, something in his balance "clicked". The women's laughter faded as Frilly's movements in the sharp, precarious, balance defying heels became more assured and much, much more feminine.

He found himself taking the small steps described by Ms Kane. He felt his buttocks begin to wiggle and his hips begin to sway. He felt his delicately hosed thighs rub together and the constantly teasing plug edge deeper into his tormented anus. He moaned with a harsh, angry, ecstatic delight into the pungent, tightly sealed panty gag and his sensually imprisoned cock reared up before him and his astonished, aroused captors with a fierce pride. He found his arms falling to his sides, his hands raised slightly. And with each slight, helplessly sexy step he felt himself consumed by the Feminine and the new sissy identity assert itself. He faded and she emerged in ten confident totters. And there was no struggle, no denial…no resistance. She was born in happiness and acceptance. And love.

She – the new, exquisite, gorgeous Frilly – looked up at her mother and her pretty, girlish eyes smiled with a simple confession of pride and deep pleasure. Her stepmother's own smile widened, a smile of pride and excitement, and she nodded her profound approval. Yes, Frilly was a natural.

'Very good,' Ms Kane whispered. 'Very good indeed.'

There was a pause, as if the women were considering their next move, as if, in this so carefully orchestrated ritual of transformation, there might be room for some form of even kinkier

Improvisation.

'I think its time we let Frilly behold the marvel of her transformation,' Ms Kane said, her voice tinged with genuine admiration for the surprising fact of the sissy's creation.

Daisy stepped forward, her own gaze now laced with an even more powerful film of pure desire and took Frilly's silk mittened right hand in her own silk sheathed left hand. She then led the newly born sissy towards the long, tall wardrobe that dominated the far wall.

Frilly found that her heart was now pounding with a tense, almost sickening anticipation. As she tottered forward, aware of shocked, aroused female eyes falling upon her tightly silk sealed bottom as it wiggled with a helpless provocation, she was aware of her need for this revelation, a need punctuated by the ever teasing impact of the plug and the constant waves of powerful sexual pleasure provided by the sex drug. And even as she surrendered to this carefully designed fate, she knew her acceptance was mostly the result of sinister chemicals flooding her body and her own unyielding desire channelled by the wicked, sensual machinations of these gorgeous, cruel and utterly determined women.

As Frilly approached the wardrobe, Daisy slid back the long left panel. She pressed a small red button built into the inside of the panel and, to Frilly's surprise; a full length mirror began to descend from directly above the wardrobe, driven by a lightly humming and unseen electric motor. It gracefully lowered itself into the space created by the opened panel and Daisy encouraged Frilly to step before it.

And it was then that Frilly beheld the astonishing fact of her physical reality for the first time. A moan of deep surprise fought to escape her sealed lips, her eyes widened with an eroticised amazement. This was the startling truth of her, the incredible fact of the Feminine.

Before her was a vision of true beauty and stunning ambivalence. At first sight, a lovely teenage girl in a strikingly childish and also deeply erotic outfit. A blue eyed blonde, with a slender, boyish figure, encased in the tight satin of the sissy suit so cruelly designed by her gorgeous, beloved stepmother. Frilly looked upon her form and found herself enveloped by a powerful narcissistic arousal: I am so beautiful and yet so strange; I am my own object of dark and perverse desire. She looked at her perfectly formed, white nylon sheathed legs and felt both intense pride and angry need – the legs of a truly beautiful young woman. She felt the plug tease her arse as she brought her thighs together to accentuate their feminine contours and moaned into the pungent, soft and still warm panties of the striking, fierce-some Ms Erickson. This gagged, elegantly sissified creature was truly astonishing!

And then, of course, there was her sex: her long, so very hard sex, sealed so carefully in rubber and satin, and held firm against her lower stomach. An object of erotic beauty and provocative decoration, the ultimate symbol of her enforced feminisation, her submission, her sweet silken slavery. She looked at her sex and then up into her own eyes and realised she was both completely enslaved and free in a way she had never been as a he. She felt desire wash over her like a wave of startling revelation. She looked, via the mirror, at the women standing behind, their smiles no longer filled with cruelty, mockery and contempt. In their eyes she saw pride and desire, fascination and genuine surprise.

'Our best yet, without a doubt,' Ms Kane whispered.

Onanda Erickson smiled weakly and nodded, astonished and excited, an excitement that momentarily revealed her always present cruelty. 'Perhaps we should get on now,' she said, her eyes suddenly turning to the helpless, forgotten form of poor Bonnie.

Ms Kane, shaken from her erotic contemplation, nodded firmly. 'Yes, absolutely. There's still lots to do. We have to present Frilly to the ladies and get Bonnie packed off.'

It was at the mention of her name that the tethered sissy, silent and still in her babified bondage during most of Frilly's transformation, suddenly came back to terrified life. Her eyes widened and she squealed into the fat, tightly secured dummy gag. She fought her inescapable bounds and shook her head angrily. NO! her lovely eyes said. PLEASE, NO!

As this display of utter terror was unleashed, Bonnie's mother, the gorgeous, cold eyed Ms Erickson, walked up to the struggling, squealing sissy, a dark, almost aroused smile on her face and turned a mocking, contemptuous gaze upon her pretty sissy son.

'You had your chance, Bonnie. You could have been as lovely and happy as Frilly will surely be.

I gave you a wonderful opportunity to escape the limits of your selfish, aggressive masculinity, and you refused it. Now you must pay the price.'

She moved much closer to Bonnie and the rather lovely sissy suddenly fell still and silent, her big blue eyes caught in the steel trap of her mother's unforgiving and very beautiful gaze.

Ms Erickson placed a gentle kiss on Bonnie's marble forehead and let her large, scented breasts brush against his chin. Then she straightened her stunning body and took up position behind the high chair. She kicked off a small brake by one of the wheeled legs with a gleaming stiletto heeled court shoe and wheeled Bonnie towards the door. Poor Bonnie tried to turn and plead further with her mother, but any real movement in the tight sissy bounds was impossible. So, in a final despair, she was reduced to a tightly dummy gagged whimpering of utter defeat and dejection, a prisoner on the way to the gallows.

As Bonnie was wheeled out of the room, Ms Kane stepped in front of a stunned, furiously aroused Frilly. From a pocket in her tight, elegant skirt she produced a small black metal console, fitted with a strange red plastic dial.

'Remember Bonnie's fate well, my pretty little sissy love. Although you seem to have adapted to your new role rather well, there will be times, in the coming days, when rebellion is the only thing on your mind. Remember her fate then and remember she could easily become you.'

Frilly nodded very slightly, her pretty eyes wide with fear and desire, and Ms Kane smiled. She then turned the dial slightly and Frilly became immediately aware of a deep, highly pleasurable buzzing growing within the plug. She moaned with shocked surprise and pleasure as the buzz quickly became highly arousing

'This is pleasure level 1. It is the standard for well-behaved sissies and will remain constant while you please your mistresses. If you fail them in anyway, the dial can be adjusted to three punishment levels. A probe deep in the plug heats up the plastic material and makes it increasingly uncomfortable, dependant on the severity of your naughtiness. I suggest you avoid displeasing your mistresses, as the pain can be…considerable. At the same time, if you are particularly well behaved or do something that really pleasures your mistresses, then there are pleasure levels 2 and 3.'

Frilly felt the deep, teasing vibrations travel from her stretched anus, between her legs and into her erotically imprisoned sex. Pure, blind desire was consuming her soul in wave after wave of pure, almost unbearable pleasure. She curtsied deeply before the wonderful Ms Kane and felt the bliss of utter, ultra-feminine submission. Then she followed behind the stunning dominatrix, who was joined by the buxom, beautiful and clearly highly aroused Mrs Parsons.

Frilly's eyes were drawn automatically to the teasing bottoms of the two gorgeous women, Ms Kane's tight , long black skirt deliberately describing the outline of two perfectly formed, carefully maintained orbs, still ripe, yet also filled with the promise of a deeply sexual maturity. Then there was her stepmother's truly spectacular bottom, undeniably large in the taut, sensual prison of the shorter check skirt, a most erotic and pleasing tribute to her ample beauty.

As Frilly tottered behind the two women, her hard, imprisoned and outrageously exposed sex swaying helplessly before her, a savage and deeply sado-erotic symbol of her absolute subjugation to the Feminine, the gently buzzing of the plug a constant and ecstatic presence, a presence made even more all pervasive by the small steps demanded by the fiendishly high heeled boots, she experienced a bliss beyond reason. Driven, undoubtedly, by the suddenly increased power of the sex drug's wicked effect, Frilly was consumed and reborn in the fires of a need that seemed to have opened a portal into a new, hyper sexed universe of external desire. Every sense was again electrified and amplified. The sound of sheer nylon rubbing against silken thigh, the strong, erotic scents of his mistresses, the taste of Ms Erickson's sex filling the pretty she-male's panty filled mouth, the feel of silk, of rubber, of nylon, of her body encased in the delicate fabrics of her inescapable and increasingly astonishing feminisation, the sight of this great display of beautiful and furiously desirable dominant womanhood. Yes this was supreme masochistic ecstasy.

And behind her, the stunning form of the wondrous Daisy. Frilly could feel the other sissy's eyes burning into her helplessly sensual form, could feel her gaze caressing her silk encased, ultra-shapely behind as it wiggled sweetly, the result of an increasingly feminine totter demanded by the kinky heels and her increasingly sissified soul. She exaggerated the wiggle for Daisy's benefit, a display of desire, a promise of the pleasures to come. She thought of Daisy training her in the ways of the fully submissive, expert sissy and her cock stretched even more furiously against its feminine prison as it swayed helplessly from side to side before her.

Then they were back in the strange, large oval room and Frilly was, to her deep embarrassment and intense pleasure, finally on full and glorious display, the latest edition to Ms Kane's amazing Silken Illusion.

The new edition to this gloriously perverse sissy menagerie was led to the centre of the room, following the beautiful mistresses and poor, helpless Bonnie, who had now become, once again, extremely agitated. Wheeled forward by his smiling mother, the doomed sissy began to look around him wildly, taking in the surreal facts of the room with wide, terrified eyes and squealing angrily into his inescapable dummy gag. As he struggled, the thick layers of petticoating attached to his short cherry coloured satin dress expanded like lace sails and revealed his white nylon sheathed thighs and heavily be-frilled white silk panties. His terror was awful and also, intensely erotic. Once again Frilly found herself helplessly aroused by Bonnie's terrible fate and by his desperate fear.

Once in the centre of the room, this strange party came to a gentle halt and turned to face the stage. Frilly looked up to see the other sissies still on parade, but re-arranged by their own cunningly kinky mistresses. The four sissies, Tinkles, Fifi, Candy and Poppy, had been divided into sets of two. Their arms had been bound tightly behind their backs at the wrists and elbows with thick pink ribbons tied in pretty fat bows. A very thick, pink leather belt had been used to bind them together face to face at the waist. More pink leather belting had been applied to their shoulders, knees and ankles, thus binding even more tightly and intimately together, so tightly in fact that their faces were pressed together as firmly as their bodies. The beautiful, dainty sissies were also writhing helplessly and the sound of loud, relentless buzzing echoed down from the stage. Frilly knew immediately that they too were plugged and that the vibrating motor in each plug was set to full pleasure mode.

Their mistresses were gathered in a group by the stage, laughing at some witty remark from a new member of this strange, perverse troupe. Indeed, there were two new women: a very tall and stunningly beautiful brunette and an equally striking Asian woman. In the midst of the obviously impressed mothers and guardians, the brunette looked over at Ms Kane and her kinky party and her beaming smile widened even further, a light of confidence, control and dark humour shining from large honey brown eyes.

' At last! I thought you'd keep me waiting until midnight.'

The woman's voice was deep and foreign, a husky Eastern European accent laced with a powerful sensuality.

Ms Kane smiled patiently and nodded. 'Yes, apologies, Irena. But I'm sure Bonnie is worth the wait.'

The brunette's eyes fixed on the struggling, terrified form of poor Bonnie and her smile was immediately widened by cruel arousal. She stepped through the group of fawning women and strode over to her new toy.

Irena Silkov was devastating. Despite her natural height, she wore at least three inch stiletto heeled, black patent leather court shoes. She had the longest, most perfectly shaped legs that Frilly had ever seen, legs sheathed in sheer charcoal coloured nylon, legs revealed right up to the edge of her thighs thanks to a black leather mini-skirt. A perfectly cut black silk jacket covered her broad shoulders. Beneath the jacket she wore a very tight white nylon sweater that revealed a pair of large, firm and particularly shapely breasts. She wore her thick black hair in a tight bun held in place with a dagger-shaped diamond clasp. Her lips were painted a thick strawberry and a small beauty spot rested to right of her lower lip. Poor Frilly had never seen such a gorgeous image of dominant womanhood.

Ms Silkov stood before a now slightly stilled Bonnie, her dark eyes drinking up the sissy's outrageous costume and very obvious terror.

'Very nice,' she whispered, her tongue traversing her lower lip. 'Very nice indeed.'

Poor Bonnie looked up at this astonishing female and appeared literally petrified: her tears seemed frozen, her struggles suddenly trapped in a stasis of desire laced horror. Ms Silkov slipped a blood red nailed finger beneath Bonnie's alabaster chin and tilted the pretty sissy's head upwards so that he was forced to meet his new mistress's powerful, cruel and utterly determined gaze.

'Your fear just adds to your beauty,' Ms Silkov whispered.

Tears trickled down Bonnie's perfect alabaster cheeks and a whisper of pure, sadistic arousal escaped Ms Silkov's blood red lips.

'By tomorrow night you will be at my home, in Serbia, with my other toys. By the end of the week your transformation will be complete. You will have the body of a beautiful teenage girl and the mind of a 2 year old baby, except in one very special area – your desire. The operations will leave you with enhanced and ultra sensitised breasts and a very special female sex that with be permanently plugged with long, thick vibrators, as will your cute sissy arse. The endless addictive need for sexual pleasure will control every moment of your conscious life. And the possibilities opened up by this simple and perhaps terrible fact are endless.'

As Ms Silkov detailed Bonnie's fate, the unfortunate sissy's dummy gagged wails of despair increased significantly. She began to struggle more desperately. She shook her bonneted head wildly. A miasma of terror seemed to seep from her deliciously decorated form, and as this display of terrible fear increased so did Ms Silkov's obvious arousal.

'Bag her,' the startling dominatrix ordered, stepping back and allowing the cruel eyed Asian woman to step forward.

She was smaller than Ms Silkov, with sleek, long jet black hair bound in an ornate pony tail. She wore a very tight silk red dress decorated with striking yellow flowers. Her eyes were a luminous emerald, her lips blood red, and her figure surprisingly voluptuous. She radiated a cool, cruel determination.

It was only as she positioned herself in front of the lovely, terrified sissy, that Frilly became aware of the slim red rubber bag she was holding at her side, a bag she proceeded to open up before Bonnie's widening eyes. He stared and it and then at the Asian beauty and began to shake his pretty bonneted head furiously. The dainty pink plastic plated dummy gag held firm throughout this cruel and helplessly arousing ordeal, and insured his protests were nothing more than heavily muffled pleas for an impossible mercy.

Then, in one swift, surprising gesture, the Asian beauty stepped forward and slipped the open end of the bag over Bonnie's head. The sissy's eyes, before they were covered, were filled with pure terror and the desperate knowledge of his terrible, inevitable fate.

The bag was pulled right down to the Bonnie's waist and then quickly tied into place with a length of fat, white silk ribbon, leaving his upper body completely concealed. The poor sissy continued to struggle, his petticoats flaring prettily, revealing his sexy white panties and long, white nylon sheathed legs and in a highly erotic manner.

'Put her in the van. I'll join you shortly.'

The Asian beauty nodded curtly, stepped behind the mobile high chair and then wheeled Bonnie from the large, oval room. Ms Silkov watched the sissy's awful departure with a cruelly desiring gaze and Frilly knew Bonnie's future was to be dark and perverse indeed.

Once the doomed sissy had been removed, Ms Silkov turned to Ms Kane and Ms Erickson.

'Another excellent purchase, I think.'

The women smiled slightly, clearly relived that Bonnie had been successfully dealt with.

Then, to Frilly's surprise, the gorgeous Slavic beauty turned to me. 'And this one? Is she for sale?'

The women laughed nervously. 'Not yet,' Ms Kane said, her eyes burning into mine with a pure, wicked threat of a future very similar to Bonnie's.

'A shame,' Ms Silkov said. 'A real shame.'

Then, without another word, she turned, her eyes sliding over Frilly with cruel desire, and walked from the room. Frilly stared after her, stunned, aroused, horrified, lost in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions and furious desire.

There was a silence then, a moment of deliberate hesitation. Frilly looked up at the other sissy salves in the stage and saw that they had, momentarily, fallen silent, stilled by a dreadful fear at the thought of Bonnie's strange and awful fate. Then a simple fate struck the new sissy beauty: this very public handover was intended as a terrible lesson to the other sissies, a demonstration of the grim punishment that awaited them if they failed to complete the training regime of the Silken Illusion.

Ms Kane, Mrs Parsons and Ms Erickson then turned to face the fascinated gathering of women standing by the stage and strode towards them. Daisy gently encouraged Frilly to follow.

As they approached the stage, Frilly was provided with a clear view of the struggling, tethered sissies, paraded and displayed like works of perverse modern art, living bondage statutes, each in her own unique and deeply humiliating costume, each consumed, willingly or unwillingly, by a dreadful sexual excitement, each so intimated secured to an equally overwhelmed sissy sister. In their eyes, which were turned desperately and somewhat painfully towards Frilly's approaching form, she saw painful the fear of Bonnie's fate and a savage, utterly irresistible sexual hunger. In one set of eyes she also say anger, but this was a fading anger, an anger struggling to maintain its power but fatally weakened by the sheer power of the sex drug, the probing plug and a helpless, cleverly enforced addiction to intricate and endless sissification.

Their babyish whimpers, combined with the surprisingly loud buzzing of the fiendish plugs, provided a strange ambient soundscape over which Ms Kane introduced her latest creation.

'Ladies, I think you'll want to meet Frilly fully transformed.'

But the eyes of the women were already upon Frilly. She felt a strange sense of pride as their intense admiration became clear. Her sex rose up before them like a pure confession of helpless acceptance of this dainty, elegant and utterly bizarre fate. She found herself blushing with an almost girlish happiness, a blush that was well hidden by the thick alabaster face paint that ensured her sex doll appearance. Another wave of the endless sex heat inspired by the wicked drug crashed over her and she whimpered with an obvious joy into Ms Erickson's sexy, pungent panty gag.

'She looks utterly delightful!' one of the women exclaimed.

'And she certainly seems to be enjoying herself,' another noted, her husky voice filled with desire and irony.

'Initially, it would appear that Frilly is our most successful transformation since Tinkles,' Ms Kane said, starring at the outrageously babified sissy who had originally beheld Frilly with such needful eyes.

'And I'm sure they'll become the very best of friends!' the woman responded, her eyes moving knowingly up to the struggling, obviously ecstatic sissy on the stage. This, Frilly suddenly knew, was Frilly's rather lovely mother.

'And your must be so proud, Glynis.'

Frilly's stepmother nodded carefully, her smile slight. 'I'm just happy that my utterly horrid stepson has been properly dealt with and can now begin a far more productive life.'

Her words were filled with contempt, a tone far harsher than her earlier conciliatory words in the changing room. But these words, Frilly knew, were merely for public consumption: her stepmother would always be harsh and stern in public, before the gaze of these other beautiful and determined sisters of the Silken Illusion.

The women nodded seriously and smiled slightly, impressed and perhaps intimidated by the zealous words of this gorgeous newcomer.

'Frilly will begin her training immediately,' Ms Kane said. 'Given that Onanda has some free time on her hands, we have agreed that she will act as Glynis' mentor and that Daisy will aid them.'

Tinkles' mother looked at Frilly with sad eyes and smiled very slightly.

'Poor Frilly,' she said. 'At the mercy of cruel, wicked Onanda.'

The other women laughed, including Ms Kane.

'Yes. she said, 'We know Onanda is a truly harsh task mistress, but her experience will prove invaluable for Glynis.'

The women continued to devour Frilly with their teasing eyes and she continued to wallow rather shamelessly in their dark attentions.

'And now you must get on,' Ms Kane said to my stepmother after a few minutes of further chatter and questions. 'It's nearly five, and I am sure you need to get Frilly back home and settled in to her new life. I will send Daisy over tomorrow morning, and Onanda can brief you on the basics of the home training regime over the next week or so.'

'Perhaps we can begin tonight,' Ms Erickson said. 'Over dinner?'

Mrs Parsons hesitated, looking at the gorgeous, cruel dominatrix with unsure eyes. A brief silence passed, a silence electrified by desire and a recognition of the dark promise in Ms Erickson's words. 'Yes,' she said, finally. 'That would be lovely.'

A knowing smile crossed Ms Kane's ruby lips. 'Good, she said. 'That's settled.'

'We can take your car,' Ms Erickson said. 'I can pick mine up tomorrow.'

'Before you go,' Tinkles mother said, stepping, forward, 'We've got a little present for Frilly.'

The handsome, plump woman held a transparent rubber bag filled with what appeared to be pairs of ladies panties! Mrs Parsons smiled rather shyly and took the bag from Tinkle's mother.

'Why, Daphne, how kind of you!' Ms Kane exclaimed.

'We each donated two pairs, worn this week. A little treat for Frilly when you but her to bed. A different flavour each night.'

Frilly stared at the bulging bag and felt her cock strain desperately against its gloriously inescapable restraint. A bag full of fresh panty gags!

Mrs Parsons nodded appreciatively and turned to Frilly. 'Say thank you, Frilly.'

Frilly looked into the striking blue eyes of his beautiful stepmother and then performed a brief, nervous and slightly ungainly curtsey. The women clapped and laughed and Frilly's heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of deeply feminine submission.

The bag was bound by a long length of pink silk ribbon, which trailed off from a fat bow. Mrs Parsons took up this slack and then, to the women's great amusement and Frilly's astonishment, used it to secure the bag to her exposed, angrily rigid cock, thus leaving it dangling in front of her thighs.

'Very good,' Ms Kane said, a look of genuine admiration filling her eyes as she beheld Mrs Parsons. 'Very good indeed.'

Frilly's stepmother smiled and nodded slightly. Then she placed a hand on his silken shoulder and gently instructed her beautiful sissy son to walk before her.

Frilly left the room teased by extreme nervous anticipation and violent sexual desire. The plug –even on the mildest pleasure setting – was making each tiny, high-heeled step an agony of arousal. Her silken cock swayed before him, the bag of soiled panties bouncing off the front of her delicately hosed thighs. Her sissified body was tormented by the incredible tactile pleasures of the strange, hyper erotic costume Mrs Parsons had designed for her, a costume which set out the amazing, perverse course of her feminine future, a future she was now wiggle mincing towards with a sense of true and pure joy.

End of Part 1

Two new Christina Shelly novels are now available: The Secret Self and The Silken Embrace, both published by Nexus. They can be ordered at Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk.

  

  

  

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