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PUSSIFIED & BREASTED By Ms. Grundy [email protected] (c) 2000 No one in this story is intended to be any person living or dead, real or imagined. If stories containing explicit sex, transgender themes, and/or bondage and domination are illegal in your area, or if you are under age, then delete this file immediately. This story is copyright by Ms. Grundy, but may be posted and circulated to any free collection or site. Permission is not given for it to be sold or used for a commercial purpose. This is a full story, but is also a conveyance for the techniques of pussifying and breasting developed by Ms. Grundy. They may be freely used by any writer of TG erotica, expansions and emendations are invited. Just, please, use good grammar. - Ms. Grundy **************************************************** 1. Tom had learned several things by now. First, if you're downsized at your job and your wife is promoted at hers, take it in stride. Secondly, if she starts to like the idea that you're at home and able to do the housework and take care of things, don't let it sweat you - even when she starts to get downright bossy. Thirdly, when these things all start to make you feel less than manly, don't try to compensate by letting her best friend try to seduce you. Of course, most of life's really useful lessons always come too late. Three months after Tom lost his job he still could find nothing. His wife, Carole, would not even consider moving away, as her job was doing great with two major promotions within a year. Besides, as she explained to Tom, they had moved to this city so he could take up his old job, and she wasn't going to do that again. It just wouldn't be fair. Anyway, her income was more than enough for both of them and it was, she said with a giggle, nice having a wife at home. This had Tom feeling so low, so emasculated, that when Kathy, his wife Carole's college girlfriend, came on to him he succumbed. Something he had never even contemplated before. But Kathy was visiting with them, and the two were thrown together so much that he found her beautiful body and overwhelming sensuality hard to resist. Especially since Carole's increased load at work meant she was not often in a sexy mood. One afternoon Carole phoned to say she had to work late and have dinner with a client. A lonely and horny Tom sat around the pool with Kathy who suggested that they share a bottle of wine. That went down real well, and when Kathy just had to have Tom put more suntan lotion on her, he couldn't see why not. When Kathy saw Tom's raging hard on she expressed sympathy, and asked if she could relive his stress - after all she had caused it hadn't she? So Tom found himself following her up to the guest room where she was staying. Kathy rushed in ahead of him, then turned around and as soon as he entered, she pressed her body against his, put her arms around his neck, and spoke to him breathlessly. "I'd like to do something kinky, wouldn't you?" Now Tom was not really from the kinky side of the world. In fact, he was pretty darn straight. But it was hard to outright say no when Kathy was licking his ear. "W, w, well," Tom stuttered, "I guess..." "There's something that turns me on so much, it drives me wild," Kathy said in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard. So Tom said nothing as Kathy, without losing touch with him, reached onto the bed, picked up a pair of silky, lacy, pink panties and drew them sensually across Tom's face. "I'm going to put these on you, Tommy, and then I'm going to rub my hands all over them." Tom could only swallow speechlessly as Kathy slid down before him, removed his bathing trunks, and pulled the panties up his legs. As she slid them into place she ran her hand along the front so that his erection grew even larger. "Oh, you're making me so hot," she breathed, and in no time at all Tom was also wearing a matching bra, garter belt, hose, and camisole. Kathy ran her hands all over his body, the silky textures driving him wild. "Don't they feel wonderful," she asked. "Don't you just love it. You look so hot, so sexy. Tell me how hot you are, tell me how much you like it. I want to hear," she demanded playfully. So Tom told her how great the lingerie felt, and at his instruction he ran his hands up and down his body and got himself hotter and hotter. The silk fabrics did feel wonderful, but it was the sight of Kathy with her hand down the front of her bikini bottom that was really driving him wild. Kathy led him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto it, all the time telling him how hot she was and how sexy he was. Tom had never been so excited in his life. He felt as if he were having an out of body experience and that all this was happening to someone else, except that his cock was the assurance this was real. He barely noticed when Kathy coated his lips with a rich pink lipstick. Standing in front of him she slowly removed her bathing suit, then placed his hand on her crotch so he could feel just how wet she was. She groaned as his fingers entered her and then she moved towards him, only to stop suddenly just as she was about to get on top of him. With a look of dismay she said, "Oh, damn, Tommy, I forgot I have no condoms! Hang on," she continued as she backed away, "you just wait here looking hot and sexy and I'll be back in four minutes." Kathy poured Tom a glass of wine and showed him how to position his body in a sexy kittenish way, then she quickly pulled on her jeans and a top. "Now you just wait there for me, my sexy little dolly, and think of what's in store for you very soon." Tom nodded and urged her to hurry. He didn't know if it was the clothes, the erotic situation, or both, but he'd never felt more aroused in his entire life. As Kathy slipped away he stretched languorously on the bed and relaxed into his idea of a temptress waiting for her lover. 2. When Tom heard Kathy return he took a sip of wine, then held the glass just beneath his pink lips and, timing it by her footsteps, licked the side of the glass just as she came into the doorway. He seductively raised his eyes up from the wine and smiled a kittenish smile at ... His wife Carole! "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "I mean, I knew you haven't been much of a man these past months, but I didn't know how far that went. You really are nothing but a little panty sissy boy, aren't you?" Tom began to protest. "Carole, listen I can explain. It's not how it looks. I mean..." "Oh," Carole said calmly crossing her arms in front of her, "I think it's just how it looks. Which is to say that my so-called husband is wearing a full set of pink lacy lingerie, sipping a glass of wine through lipsticked lips, and looking like nothing so much as a sissy slut waiting for his lover." Carole paused and stared severely at the thunderstruck Tom. "Is that it," she demanded, "are you waiting for your lover? Is some guy on his way over to plow your little boy pussy? Is he?" When Tom said nothing, she shouted at him, "Answer me, sissy boy, are you waiting for a lover?" Tom was stuck. He couldn't say that he was waiting for Kathy -Carole would throw him out for sure. Then what would he do, no job, no money, no place to live, and a life without his darling Carole. So Tom merely shook his head, no, then hung it down in a hang dog way. Carole relaxed at that answer and once again assumed the prospect of someone assessing an interesting but puzzling situation. "So whose pretty things are those, sissy boy? They're not mine; I don't wear things that pink and frilly. Are they yours? Do you have a secret stash of pretties you take out when you're alone? Tell me, sissy, whose are they?" Tom saw his chance. He could explain that Kathy talked him into it. He didn't have to say anything about sex - she wouldn't want that out any more than he would. He'd blame it on her! But the moment before he could speak, Kathy turned into the doorway and said, "Oh, they're my things, Carole." "Yours?" Carole repeated. Then she turned to Tom and asked, "Is that true?" "Yes, it is," Tom answered, and once again before he could continue, Kathy spoke. "Tom confessed to me that he always wanted to dress like this, and then he begged me to help him. I just didn't know what to do, but he was so pathetic, just weeping and sobbing like a little girl, that I broke down and agreed." Tom was astounded at Kathy's speech. "No!" he exclaimed. "It was her idea - she was trying to seduce me and talked me into dressing like this." Carole turned to look at Kathy. "As if," Kathy said. "As if I might ever want to seduce some pathetic sissy who's getting his tiny dickie all hot in panties. As if. Besides, Tommy,..." "Besides," Carole picked up, "Kathy is gay, she's lesbian and has been for years. There's no way she'd want to seduce you." Tom's stomach was turning over and he'd become quite pale. He looked at Kathy, then at Carole, then noticed the small shopping bag in Kathy's hand. "Wait," he cried suddenly, "see that bag Kathy has? It's got condoms in it! She went out to get condoms so she could... I mean so..." "Oh, please, Tom," Kathy pleaded, "don't be ashamed. So you're a sissy, so you're not a man, so what. Just be who you are. If you want to live wearing pretty lingerie and being a simpering sweet sucky sissy, then you should." "So what is in the bag?" Carole asked. Kathy handed, it to her and as Carole opened it, she said, "It's tampons for the sissy. He begged me to go and get him some to complete the feeling. I got super size." Carole removed the box of tampons from the bag and showed them to Tom. She then took one out, stripped off the paper wrapper, and handed the plastic tube to Tom. "Here you are, sissy. Let's see you fulfill your dream and put it in your little boy pussy." Tom stared at it in horror. "Go ahead," Carole gently insisted, "I know you want to. Just as I know you would never have gone to bed with Kathy, even if she had wanted to. Now just admit what you are and put your tampon in, sweetie." "But, it's not like...," Tom tried. "What's it not like, sissy? Aren't you all dressed up in pretty pink lingerie? Weren't you laying in bed making kitten eyes when I walked in? Didn't you send Kathy out for tampons?" Carole sat down beside him on the bed and stroked his cheek. "Do you want me to help you this first time? Does sissy want me to put his very first tampon in?" Tom felt close to tears, pleadingly, he said, "Please, Carole, I ..." "Yes, of course I'll help you. Here just open your mouth so we can get it nice and wet, and then it will go into your little pussy easily." Carole brought the tampon to Tom's mouth and looked at him expectantly. Slowly he parted his lips, and Carole began to gently slide the tampon in and out. "That's it, sissy, suck it sweetly so it gets nice and wet. Isn't that relaxing?" Carole smiled at him knowingly. "Oh, my little dearie, there are going to be so many changes as you stop pretending to be what you are not and assume your true role in life. I'm really very proud of you for being so open and honest, and I want to help you to accept everything that's coming." Carole removed the tampon from Tom's mouth and put the end of it in his hand, then slid his panties down below his bottom. "Now, gently place it against your little rosebud," she directed as she moved his hand down toward his bottom. Slowly Tom's hand moved until he had the head of the applicator against his hole. Carole placed her hand over his and helped him push it in. Once it had entered Tom she pushed the applicator bottom up and then removed it, leaving the tampon, its string hanging freely, securely in Tom's bottom. Carole played with the string for a bit, then pulled Tom's panties back up. "There," she said, "doesn't that feel good? Don't you feel like a filled little sissy now?" She rolled Tom over onto his back and looked at the bulge in his panties. "See," she said as she gently ran her finger over his pantied erection, "sissy is enjoying himself." Carole stepped away from the bed and, standing beside Kathy, said to Tom, "You just take care of your little thing there, sissy. You must be very excited, so why don't you just cum in you pretty panties." Tom hesitated and shook his head, no. "Do it, sissy," Carole demanded, "do it now!" Tom's excitement got the better of him; he could not resist, and his hand went into his panties. "That's it, sweetie, enjoy yourself and have a good sissy cum." Within seconds Tom shot his load into his panties, jerking spasmodically and squealing in relief. Carole then turned to Kathy. "Would you be a dear," she asked her friend, "and clean sissy up and put him in fresh panties. I have things to do." Kathy smiled and said she'd be delighted. "Oh, and when you're done can you move that single futon from the basement into the laundry room? Sissy's going to need someplace to sleep." Horrified, Tom looked at Carole. "But what about our bed? I mean, ..." Carole laughed at his silliness. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't share my bed with sissies. No, it will be much easier for you in the laundry room where you're close to all the tools of your trade." 3. Carole did not lie: The next while held many changes for Tom. He had been moved into the laundry room next to the kitchen where he slept on a futon laid on the floor. The room was tiny with only one high window and not even a door. He had but a small dresser full of pink lingerie, and a closet containing simple white or black maid's uniforms. No fancy French Maid outfits, just plain shirtwaist nylon uniforms like any motel maid might wear, albeit a fair bit shorter. Tom's day began at six a.m. when he rose to his alarm, did his makeup, and prepared Carole's breakfast. She would normally eat in the breakfast room while reading the paper, and aside from a routine "Good morning," barely noticed Tom. When Carole left at eight, Tom would prepare Kathy's breakfast tray, and at 8.30 take it up to the master bedroom which she now shared with Carole. It never failed to gall Tom to see Kathy resting comfortably in his rightful place, but of course, he would never say anything. Kathy slept in the nude, and never failed to take delight in teasing Tom as he placed the tray on the small table by the window. She would stretch sensuously, then slide out from under the covers as Tom held a robe for her. Then, while she ate her breakfast Tom would make the bed and tidy the room. Afterward he would assist Kathy getting dressed, brush her hair, and hand her makeup items as she needed them. All the while she would chat easily about her plans for the day - shopping, lunch, meeting friends - while Tom just answered with, Yes, ma'am, No, ma'am. Kathy frequently checked the state of Tom's arousal, always scolding him if he was erect, and ending his pleasure with a smart smack to his genitals. If he wasn't hard, her slow and sensuous examination of him would make him tumescent, thus bringing on a scolding and slap. Once Kathy had departed for her day's outings Tom would carefully clean the house, vacuuming, scrubbing, and washing constantly. There was also lots of laundry, ironing, and, of course, hand washing all the household's lingerie. The hardest days were those when Kathy remained at home. Then she would usually slip on a bikini and head out to the pool where Tom would have to serve her needs. Kathy especially like to be massaged with warm oil, and she spent a great deal of time training Tom to give long slow massages. She would have him linger at her toes, nipples and pussy, but except for her toes, only with his hands never with his mouth. Sometimes while he sucked her toes for what felt like hours, she would telephone Carole and chat. She invariably complained that Tom was getting far too many erections, and that it meant his mind was not on servitude. Carole would sympathize, but ask how poor Tom could resist her charms. "Well, as a matter of fact," Kathy answered one day, "there is a way." 4. So it was that Tom found himself, accompanied by his wife Carole, at Ms. Grundy's emporium, which was located above a beauty salon and consisted of three rooms. The outermost was a lounge and contained, in addition, one salon station. The next room contained clothing designed to be worn by sissies or effeminated men. The clothes ranged from borderline to very feminine, and all made of silks, satins, and other fine fabrics. There were many see-through shirts and blouses that would reveal hidden lace camisoles, as well as tight slacks with side zips that were women's, but still with a certain men's aspect. Wearing them was intended to be more embarrassing and humiliating than even wearing full out women's clothes. The innermost room contained a table that looked like an examination or operating table replete with leg stirrups and many straps. This was where Ms. Grundy did her finest work and where she had developed the technique of pussifying and breasting. Carole and Tom were ushered upstairs by one of the salon assistants who also showed Carole around through the first two rooms while Tom followed with downcast eyes. Just as they finished their tour a woman entered. She was in her mid thirties, with a stunning figure, bright eyes, light auburn hair, and a very friendly but professional air about her. Her business suit, navy blue skirt and jacket, with a white pleated blouse, emphasized her business air. In fact, she appeared like nothing so much as a highly regarded doctor being seen for a consultation. "Well," she said to Carole in a rich contralto, "it's so nice to met you. Won't you please come in?" With that, she opened the door to the back room and invited Carole to take a seat near to the operating table. Though completely ignored, Tom knew to follow Carole and stand quietly a few feet behind her. After pleasantries, Ms. Grundy came around, stood before Tom who had been dressed in a short black skirt and a t-shirt for the occassion, and told him to strip. He hesitated, turned to look at Carole, and received a sharp smack on his face. Without any further encouragement, Tom got naked in record time. Ms. Grundy patted the table, Tom unhesitatingly got onto it, and Ms. Grundy began to strap him down. She first secured his arms just below the elbow to the sides of the table, then pulled a thick strap across him just above his belly and another immediately below his neck. Next she lifted his feet into the stirrups and secured them with straps as well. She did not fail to notice his painted toenails, and even gave the tampon string hanging from his bottom a pull. When he was thoroughly secured, she smiled at him, then turned to Carole. "Did you," Ms. Grundy asked Carole, "dress as I requested?" Carole assured her she had followed the instructions. "Good, then may I have your panties?" Carole reached under her skirt and removed a pair of black silk panties which she handed to Ms. Grundy. Tom had noticed that Carole had worn a skirt. In fact, since she was not going into the office he had helped her dress. A skirt had become more and more unusual for her as she seemed to prefer that Kathy be the feminine one of their pair, and had come to favour tailored pants suits or slacks and jackets. But what was astounding was that Tom had helped her put on a garter belt and stockings - something she never did, even though that was what Tom wore routinely. Ms. Grundy took the panties, rolled them into a ball, then held Tom's nose closed. As his mouth opened so he could breath, in the panties went. "Now then, Carole, what we are doing to your sissy today is both breasting and pussifying. The latter technique is known as GPT, for Grundy Pussifying Technique, and has been developed by myself. There are a number of variations which I will eventually explain. In the meantime, I'll breast your sissy." So saying, Ms. Grundy took out a plastic gun-like machine. With one hand she massaged and twisted Tom's right nipple until it stood up tall, then inserted it into the mouth of the gun and pulled the trigger. There was a whirring sound, then a click, and then a scream from Tom, muted, of course, by Carole's panties. When Ms. Grundy pulled the gun away, Carole could see that Tom's nipple was the proud possessor of a small but sturdy stainless steel nipple ring. Without hesitating Ms. Grundy repeated the procedure on Tom's other breast. Ms. Grundy patted Tom's cheek. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tom did not respond. "Now tell me, Tom," Ms. Grundy continued, "you are made to wear brassieres all the time, right? Like the one you removed so recently, correct?" Tom nodded. "And I'll bet you'd rather not, wouldn't you?" Tom nodded agreement. "I mean, you're a man, right, and would only like to wear them if you wanted to?" Again Tom nodded. "Well, then," Ms. Grundy told him, "that's the way it will be from now on. Doesn't that sound nice?" Tom nodded, albeit somewhat suspiciously. Ms. Grundy reached for a small box, opened it and showed the contents to Carole. There appeared to be two shiny discs about an inch across each way, but no more than a sixteenth of an inch wide. "These, Carole, are precision made case-hardened stainless steel locks. They were designed by myself and are called Grundy Electric Response Lock, or GERLs for short. Each has the numbers 1-9 on the front, and can be unlocked only by using a stylus and keying in the correct 4 digit sequence." Ms. Grundy took a stylus, pushed four numbers, and a flange popped open from the top of the lock. "Should the incorrect numbers be entered or in the incorrect sequence, then a smart electric shock is delivered." She handed the lock to Carole, and turned to the cupboard behind her. "Now I believe you specified a C cup, is that right?" "Yes," Carole answered, "I didn't want anything too outrageous. After all, a maid should not be an attention getter." "Quite right," Ms. Grundy said as she turned back to Tom, a box in hand. She opened the box and removed a high quality breast prosthetic, an incredibly realistic looking woman's breast. She handed one to Carole and held the other up for Tom's inspection. "You will notice," Ms. Grundy said, "that there is a small metal loop at the base of the breast. If you feel carefully, you will see that it connects via a flexible stainless steel rod directly to the prosthetic device's nipple. Once connected by the Grundy Electric Response Lock the full weight of the breast hangs from the sissy's own nipple. Watch." Ms. Grundy pressed on the nipple of the breast with one finger, and with two others pulled slightly on the loop at the base. Then with her other hand she threaded the hasp of the lock through the loop of the breast and then through Tom's nipple ring, easily snapping the lock closed. The moment she released the breast from her hand Tom could feel the pressure against his nipple - and he was lying down! Carole came forward and slipped her finger under Tom's new breast. "That's fabulous," she said as she moved her hand to play with his nipple. "Every movement transfers to his nipple - simple but ingenious." Ms. Grundy handed her the second GERL and told her to secure Tom's other breast. Carole weighed the breast in her hand, then managed to pull the bottom loop out slightly, and was then able to secure it. As the left breast slid away to his side, Tom felt as if his nipples were being pulled off. What would happen when he stood up? Ms. Grundy was stroking one breast and Carole the other. "Now tell me, little one," Ms. Grundy asked Tom as she removed Carole's panties from his mouth, "do you want a brassiere?" Tom nodded his head vigorously. "Yes, please, Ms. Grundy, I do." "But you're not a woman. And only boys who are sissies wear brassieres, isn't that right?" Tom nodded again. "Yes, ma'am," he said, "I'm a little sissy and I want to wear a brassiere, please." "And are you going to be a very good sissy?" "Oh, yes, Ms. Grundy. I'll be a perfect sissy. I promise I will." "Well, we'll see then, won't we. Now place your fingers in Ms. Carole's pussy," she said, indicating to Carole that she should place herself over Tom's left hand. When she did, Tom could quickly feel that Carole was sopping wet. He serviced her with is fingers while Ms. Grundy went back to the cupboard, to return quickly with a pink lacy brassiere. As Tom continued to pleasure Carole, Ms. Grundy slipped the bra under his back, hooked the two shoulder straps to the cups, then closed the front clasp. While Tom could still feel pressure against his nipples, there was a great measure of relief. Ms. Grundy placed Carole's panties in Tom's hand and told him to carefully clean Carole's pussy with them. She then turned her attention to Tom's genitals which lay open and exposed between his upraised legs. Ms. Grundy put on a pair of latex gloves and began to slowly play with Tom's penis and balls. "Now I believe, dear," she said to Carole who was softly moaning with pleasure, "that you indicated your little sissy was never really a terrible person, but had simply gone astray that one time." Carole said that, yes, sissy was not really an evil person. Tom looked at her with loving gratitude, knowing that she was likely saving him from great discomfort, though by now the raging erection he had was causing distress of its own. At home he was allowed to cum so infrequently that any real stimulation, even Kathy's brief inspections, drove him crazy. Ms. Grundy looked down at him and smiled benignly. "Would sissy like to cum?" "Oh, yes, please, Ms. Grundy. Please let sissy cum. Pretty please." Ms. Grundy reached over the table and took back Carole's panties. She wrapped them around Tom's penis and began to stroke rhythmically up and down, her cadence never wavering as she spoke to Carole. "The Grundy Pussifying Technique has several levels of security and control. An abusive man, for example, can be pussified in such a way as to make him very easy to control, as well as making escape virtually impossible." Tom was breathing hard, and even though he could hear the discussion and knew awful things were coming, so was he. Ms. Grundy took her left hand and softly placed it on Tom's breast, gently fingering his new nipple through the lace of the brassiere. That did it. The stimulation transmitted to his own little nipple pushed him over the edge and he gushed into Carole's panties as Ms. Grundy just continued to stroke and speak. "I always think it's best if the patient has climaxed prior to the procedure," she said as she removed the panties from Tom's penis, rolled them up, cum on the outside, and held them expectantly over his mouth. Reluctantly, but without any choice, Tom opened his mouth and the sopping panties were once more his gag. "Now, my dear Carole, the choice is yours. Shall I use some anesthetic spray? It will deaden the pain considerably." Tom looked at Carole, panic and pleading in his eyes. What were they going to do to him? What had he ever done to deserve this? How had Carole made him into such a sissy, and why did he love it? Carole smiled at him. "Oh, yes, Ms. Grundy, I don't want him to suffer a lot. I just think the procedure is important." Ms. Grundy nodded in agreement, "There will still be pain, you understand, but not nearly so much." Then she picked up a spray can and sprayed between Tom's legs. Instantly he could feel almost nothing. When Ms. Grundy once again took up her plastic gun Tom was infinitely grateful to Carole for her consideration. "The first ring goes at the very base of the cock," Ms. Grundy explained as she pinched up a bit of skin at the juncture of the top of Tom's penis and his groin. "You'll find, sissy," she advised Tom, "that if you focus on fingering your mistress, it will all go more easily." Tom took her advice and tried to eliminate everything in the world, but his fingering of Carole's sopping wet pussy. He failed. When the gun whirred and clicked he let out a yelp as pain seared him. What would it have been like without the anesthetic? He could not imagine. "The next ring also goes on top, but at the very end of his penis just before the glans giving us one ring at the root of the penis and one at the end." Whirr, click, yelp, and that was done. "Next I stretch out the scrotum as much as possible, that being one reason for prior ejaculation. When it is nice and flat I begin to insert a series of four rings on each outer edge of the scrotum." When Tom heard this he began to thrash and pull against his bonds, but a sound slap from Ms. Grundy followed by a vicious twisting of his tit stopped him. "It never pays to be nice," Ms. Grundy remarked to Carole. "There's never real appreciation. You should have forgone that anesthetic." Ms. Grundy, with a series of whirrs, clicks, and yelps, inserted the eight rings. Poor Tom was now crying and sniveling, but both women completely ignored him. "You will notice," she explained to Carole, "that the rings are fitted so that one end fits into the other. When we are done I will put a drop of Crazy Glue at each juncture, including the breasts, to seal them permanently. To remove them would require jeweler's tools and a very careful worker. "Now I will insert the end of this stainless steel chain onto a ring set in the gun, and attach it to the ring at the base of your sissy's dickie." With a whirr and a click, there was a chain of about 12 inches in length attached to the topmost ring in tom's cock, the ring next to his groin. "The rest is simplicity itself," Ms. Grundy said, as she began to thread the chain through the first ring on the left side of Tom's scrotum, then across to the second on the other side, leaving the top one empty. Then she went back across to the third on the left and then to the fourth on the right, then to the ring at the base of the glans, then back up crisscross to the top again. Just like lacing up shoes. "Now, after it goes back through the top ring, we slip a GERL on it specially designed to slide tighter but not looser. You can pull the chain up through it with ease, but it will not slide back down unless the code is keyed in." Carole had removed herself from Tom's fingers and was watching intently as Ms. Grundy worked quickly and carefully. "Now, I just push sissy's balls up, use my fingers to bring up the sides of his scrotum, and tighten the chain. Et, voila! A pussified sissy." Carole stared in amazement. The sides of Tom's scrotum came over the top of his penis, sort of like a hot dog that was squeezed tight. Only his glans stuck out beyond the tight little package, and it really did look more like a pussy than a cock and balls. "That's amazing," Carole said in wonderment. "Sissy just doesn't have a cock any more." Ms. Grundy was obviously pleased at Carole's reaction. "And, of course, if he becomes excited, all the rings will pull as his sissy clit tries to expand, the connection between the top root ring and the glans ring precludes any extension and causes considerable discomfort. The pain will mean that he will automatically subside within a few moments. In addition, it's impossible for sissy to pee standing up. If he tries to he'll just wet right down his leg. And, finally, with his testicles more or less permanently tucked away in his body cavity the warmth will decrease his testosterone production." "Just amazing." Carole began to fondle Tom's new pussify, and, the anesthetic having worn off, the caressing felt good. But as soon as he became aroused, the pressure of the his clitty trying to expand caused it to pull against the chain. Being wrapped in his own scrotum, his penis couldn't even bend. As long as he was aroused he would have pain. "Now," Ms. Grundy said with authority, "you must practice packaging sissy two or three times, and I must insist on his learning one lesson." She handed Carole a heavy rubber glove. "Put this on your left hand and hold the GERL with it." Carole followed her instructions. "Now use this stylus to select four random numbers on the lock." Tom shook his head side to side, his eyes wide, his panic evident. "Yes, of course," Carole said, "I can see that it's an important lesson for sissy to learn." Then she leaned in and pressed four numbers. Tom screamed into the panties as his body arched and then collapsed. "My, my," Carole said, "I hope Kathy is careful - she's my lover and generally supervises the sissy." "Well, if she keys in a wrong number and it's not the fourth, just wait five minutes and start again. If is the last number, then well, ... Now here's the correct code. Please undo the GERL, remove the chain and put it back yourself." "All right, I think I can do that. But tell me, Ms. Grundy, you said we were giving my sissy the lowest level of security and control. What other options are there?" As Carole undid the lock and slid the chain out, Ms. Grundy explained. "Well, really there are many possible combinations. For example, we could put another ring into a sissy's perineum and secure his clit to that with a separate chain. But mostly, the further situations are those where the sissy needs to be controlled either because of a violent streak or because his mistress has a mind for vengeance or because she enjoys the idea of it." Carole was rethreading the chain. Ms. Grundy corrected her and pointed out that one laced two rings on each side going down and two going back up. That made a secure package. "Well, dear," Ms. Grundy explained, "the first level up is to add a remote control to the shock mechanism of the GERL, often adding a second auxiliary GERL right at the sissy-clit. The trigger is usually in a ring or pendant worn by the sissy's mistress. That usually means pretty tight control over some previous tyrant's actions." "I imagine so," Carole said as she clipped the lock back on, then prepared to do the procedure one more time. "But while sissy here would never dream of running away, it sounds like some of your client's sissies might do so. What's to stop them." "Ah," Ms. Grundy beamed, pleased at the chance to show her cleverness, "look at this." She turned around and removed an uncoated wire from a drawer. It was not very thick, and could easily fit through the pussify rings. "This is a special wire used to control vicious and wandering dogs. The mistress has an electrician come in and place wires all round her property, or, in an apartment, all around the doors and windows. This creates an electric fence, and if the sissy tries to cross it, ... Well, the shock your poor thing got is nothing compared to that. And, of course, it's remote controlled as well. No one's ever got beyond an electric fence with one of these on." 5. When they arrived back home Kathy was very excited, and could hardly wait to inspect Tom's pussify. But first Tom was sent to his room to change from the short black skirt and t-shirt he wore into a uniform. When he entered his tiny room he was surprised to see a large bouquet of flowers with a note of congratulations from Kathy. In spite of himself he was touched. When he returned to the living room, now wearing his fanciest lingerie, Kathy stripped off his polyester zip-down-the-front uniform and began her inspection. She gingerly touched his breasts and could see him react. "Oh," she squealed, "you've got tits that can really feel." She tweaked his nipple very gently several times. "Does that feel good?" she asked him. Tom nodded. Kathy then twisted a nipple hard causing Tom to cry out in pain. "And that hurt, right?" "Yes, Miss Kathy, it did." Kathy grinned broadly and rubbed his breasts gently. "That's just like a real girl, isn't it, Tommy? Tough her gently and she purrs, touch her hard and she cries." Kathy stepped behind him and place her hands on his tits. "See how nice that feels? Isn't that exciting?" Tommy moaned as the gentle manipulation of his breasts stimulated his own little nipples. But as he became excited his pussify swelled, his rings tightened from the pressure and the pleasure became pain. "Oh, but what's the matter, sweetie? Don't you like to be excited?" Kathy giggled, then slowly moved her hands down to the front of his panties. "Hey," she said in mock surprise, "there's something missing here! Didn't you used to have a little dickie?" Kathy came around in front and looked at Tom, then at Carole who was sitting in her favourite chair enjoying the show. "Didn't he used to have a dickie? I'm sure he did," she went on. "I mean, I know it was real tiny one, but it was there wasn't it?" "He certainly did," Carole answered. "But not any more. Now he has a pussify instead. Would you like to see it?" "Oh, yes, please," Kathy answered. "A pussify! Well, he's more and more like a little girl, isn't he?" "He sure is. Wait until you see!" Then Carole turned to Tom. "Take off your panties, sissy, and lie down on the couch." Tom did as instructed, and Kathy and Carole both bent over him. "You can see how the lacing works, and how it all connects to this special lock here called a GERL." "How appropriate," Kathy said. While Carole continued to explain the intricacies of the Grundy Pussifying Technique, Kathy patted and caressed Tom's pussify. They could clearly see Tom's pussify expand and swell from Kathy's attention, then subside as the pain increased. Then, as Carole continued her tour of Tom's equipment, Kathy leaned over and began to lick Tom's clitty. This elicited first a deep moan, and then a deeper groan. Kathy, thrilled, continued licking as Tom revolved through pleasure and pain. Finally, Carole had Kathy undo Tom's lacing and re-tie it herself. This worked well except that Tom had a huge erection as soon as he was unlaced. Undeterred, Kathy pulled the chain loosely through the rings, then into the sliding GERL. She then placed the GERL on Tom's groin, and said, "Tommy, I'm going to count to three, and if you still have that nasty erection, I'll have to get rid of it for you." Kathy took the stylus and pressed one random number. "One." Tom looked at her in horror. Kathy pressed a second number. "Two." With all his psychic energy Tom tried to will his erection away. Kathy pressed a third number. "Three." His erection still plainly there, Kathy said, "Well, there's obviously something you're going to have to learn." Then she pressed the fourth number and Tom jerked spasmodically, and by the time he landed, his erection was gone. Carole was thoroughly amused by this episode, as that use of the lacing had never even occurred to her. The shock, she knew, was really not that strong, the battery was, after all, limited. But the area to which it was applied did not need a strong charge to get a serious reaction. She was pleased that Kathy was in charge of Tom; the woman was a natural. "You know," Kathy said after she had tightened the GERL, "now that Tommy no longer has a dickie, we should really choose another name for him." Carole told Kathy that whatever she wanted was fine. "Good! Then I think we no longer have a Tommy, but a Tammy instead." She turned to Tom, and asked, "What's your name, sissy?" Without missing a beat, Tom answered, "My name is Tammy, Ms. Kathy," and then without prompting he added, "and I am your and Ms. Carole's sissy. I do not have a dickie, I have a pussify and have been breasted as well. Thank you for my name." "That's wonderful, Tammy. And now that you're more a girl than a boy, there are more things you can do for me; things that would not have been appropriate before." So saying, she sat herself in an armchair, spread her legs wide, then beckoned Tammy over. "You can begin through my panties," she said. Both women grinned as Tammy crawled over and began to lick Kathy's pussy. "I went to see Sylvia, my gynecologist friend," Kathy said, "and she gave me prescriptions for each of us for high estrogen birth pills. We wouldn't want Tammy to get pregnant, would we." She slid her panties off and held Tammy's head tight to her crotch. "And my kid brother called. He wants to come and stay with us for a couple of weeks this summer. Tammy will adore him. He's 22, 6 ft. 4, and star football player. When I told him about Tammy he got so hot he had to go and jack off!" Carole laughed and stood up. "Well, I've got work to do, and I can see that you're well taken care of, so I'll see you later." "Oh, yes," Kathy moaned. "I think Tammy and I will both be well taken care of for some time to come. Don't you think so, Tammy?" But Tammy's only response was to bury herself deeper into Kathy's hot pussy.