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Disclaimer and acknowledgements... First off, I would like to very much thank Anne-Mal and her gang for making this possible. I would have never really have written anything if I'd thought it wouldn't get posted. Then I would have kept it inside. Second, this is a bit of a horror story. I don't know why it got harsh. I was just practicing writing. I started and this is where it went. And it's not reached its destination yet, even. Third, there are some chapters that go gross and that even I do not like. I have kept them brief. Last, it is just a story... It Begins... Chapter 1 "Mr. Phillips, as we will call you," she paused, looked at him disconcertingly and continued, "for now." She paused again and returned her deep green eyes back to the file before her. "Your file is most distressing. Most! Do you have anything to say in your defense?" John Phillips was gagged and handcuffed and roped to the small wooden chair, with two extremely well toned attractive women on either side of him. But he nodded fiercely, that he did indeed have something to say. He screamed a muffled scream through his gag. "I see. Well silence is assent, they say. I believe a man said it, actually, but I still believe it true." Chanazene el Torresta rel Delmar gazed at him steadily, enjoying the sight of him screaming through his gag, trying to be heard. She had seen this so many times. And pronounced so many sentences. But this time, she was mildly surprised. This man's wife, who had brought him here, was a simply stunning creature, with brilliant red hair, long neck, bosom and curves to there and there, poised and eloquent and completely oblivious to her husbands useless attempts to release himself. Often, the wives of sissies felt guilt at having to bring their husbands here. That they weren't good enough wives: it was all her fault. And in those cases, Chanazene knew it wasn't true. They were good enough it was their husbands who needed to 'be improved'. If it wasn't that, it was the other way, with the wife standing haughtily, sissifying her husband, because no one, would ever be good enough for her, unless he was like Mel Gibson and the money that would come with it. She would feel pity, if she could feel pity, for those husbands, once they were released. If they weren't man enough for their wives when they came in, they sure wouldn't be when they got out. If they got out, She corrected herself. But Maria Phillips looked to her, as simply disappointed, exasperated and looking for some solution to something. And she was, Chanazene had to admit, stunning. She avoided looking at her. "Your file says here that well, in short, you are a total jerk. You lost your job, apparently quite lucrative, because you drank on company time and gambled with company money. Is this true?" John Phillips wanted to explain. It was true, but there were explanations. Excuses. But all that came out was mmmph, in high pitch. "Mr. Phillips, I don't need excuses. There will never be room for excuses in your life again. In fact," and Chanazene's calm voice edged to venom, "I think the word excuse is the worst, most useless, word ever invented." John Phillips subsided. Clearly his protestations were not being heard, heeded and barely even noticed. "I have here, excerpts, of your emails, Mr. Phillips. The respondents have notarized that they received them and in most cases, provided me with copies of them on their own computers. Copies sent and copies received match. In these, you say a multitude of confusing messages. "Do have anything to say? I thought not, you stupid shit head. You say, women are bimbos and sluts. You say your wife spends too much money, that, oh! Your wife is a, let me quote here, "a weird result of plastic surgery". "You typed that, oh my, 'she is a stupid cunt'." "And we have here also, on the computer logs, that you have entered porn and sissie and even transvestite sites. What were you looking for there, Mr. Phillips?" Chanazene looked up expectantly. And waited. "Silence is assent, Mr. Phillips." She looked over to Maria. "I am prepared to pronounce sentence, Ms Phillips, if you so allow. But once done, it is binding. You may leave now, with this husband of yours, should you choose. I am not Judge Judy, but in this establishment, I am the law." Maria Phillips looked despondent and reluctant. But firm. "When can I have my husband back and obedient?" "Ms. Phillips, you sign first, then I sentence, but I will forewarn you, that it may be some time." "I understand." John Phillips watched his beautiful wife bend at the waist and sign the papers, one after another. He saw that she didn't even read any of it, so angst was she. Chanazene gathered up the papers. "I will now pronounce sentence." The two women next to John Phillips knelt and Maria followed the example and knelt also. Chanazene stood up. She strutted around the table, heels clacking and stood before John Phillips. She rested her hand upon his head. "I, Chanazene el Torresta rel Delmar, pronounce you, Mr. John Phillips, guilty. You are guilty of being a bigot. You are guilty of being a chauvinist. You are guilty of being inconsiderate! You are guilty of," She paused, looking at Maria, what a lovely specimen, a woman of power, if ever she would learn how to be. She thought, I would like her on my staff, if she ever had any backbone. "And you are guilty of being a total idiot!" "Thus shall this be. And now, Mr. Phillips, your sentence: Five years. Your new name will be sissy useless. You will dress accordingly. If you behave well, in one year, you will obtain the name of Ms. Sissy useless. In the meantime, I and the staff will endeavor to make you sissy useful. Your life will never be the same." As Chanazene read her sentence, John Phillips screamed and Maria cried, legs bucking and fell to her knees. "Five years?" "It will take that long. You may visit on weekends, Ms Phillips." "B-but, what will I do without him, Mistress Delmar?" "You will need to speak with our concierge, Ms Phillips. She will find you a better, er, rather, a fond distraction, for you. I promise you, you will not feel lonely." "T-thank you, Mistress Delmar," Maria said, but wondered what she had meant, hoping just a little bit, though she would never admit as such to her mind, that it might involve friendship and better yet, sex. Even. "It's part of the contract, Ms. Phillips. We will take care of him and take care of you. I could have determined that this would have been a two day bondage session, but I found that your husbands file was very heinous. You will be sent to Hawaii, with escort. Your husband will stay here." "B-but what will you do to him?" "Train her, Ms Phillips. Train her. When released, there will be no 'him' in her. Just respect and adoration and obedience, to you, Ms. Phillips." A man walked in then. He was tall, Latin looking, built and dressed impeccably so, in a silver suit and polished black shoes. "I am Celanto. I am your escort, during these difficult times." He bowed. Maria melted at the sight of him and John Phillips saw it and screamed through the gag. "Ms Phillips, you may go now." Maria was melting at this, attention. She was a little dim and had been beside herself about her husband, but everything seemed to be working out. Mr. Celanto held out his hand and she rose. Suddenly, she felt meanness, in spite of herself. And kicked her husband. "You stupid useless sissy." John Phillips could hear the clacks of his wife's high heels and the man's polished shoes recede, as they left, arm in arm. Chapter 2 The door behind him closed and the sound of John Phillip's wife's heels cut off abruptly. A tear fell. Chanazene smiled. It was good when they cried. "Sissyuseless, we have a strict rules here. Very strict. I will read the rules for you this once. You will not be expected to remember them, though, at this time. They are posted everywhere and you will shortly be required to recite them by heart. You will also be reading them aloud in class each Monday, from of course, a first person perspective." John Phillips mind raced in circles of confusion. Class? He didn't know if he was entering prison, school or hell. All he new was that he had foolishly lost his job, his income and by the way, his wife. Dim in his mind, he hoped that she would wait for him. Wait for five years. Wait till he was released. He would apologize. He would be better. He would be the husband he had promised to be, instead of the drinking, womanizing dork that he had been, all critical and angry. He missed her already. The lovely lady standing next to him hit him on his temple. "Pay attention, sissyuseless, you pathetic loser, when Headmistress Chanazene speaks." "Thank you, Ms. Yellow," Chanazene smiled. "I think sissy useless was being remorseful there, thinking back to what is now lost forever. You'll have a lot of time for that in the evenings. "Now, although it's not necessary for you to know this, I do enjoy explaining it. We make money on the front end - your wife is paying fifty thousand dollars a year for you to stay here. And we make money on the back end. During your incarceration, you will work. Much. Prisons make license plates. We make lingerie. We sell to very key distributors throughout the world. Corsets, latex, rubber, shoes, the works. Even wigs. We find that making sissies work on what they wear and wear what they work on to be very satisfying. And our quality is excellent. Beyond excellent. Flawless. And the reason why, is that failure, mistakes, flaws, are punished with extreme prejudice." Chanazene sipped her glass of wine and lit a cigarette, her perfectly manicured nails fitting it to an extended filter. John's eyes watered with need when he smelt the second hand smoke. It had been twelve hours since his last one. Chanazene noticed. "Cigarettes are available inside, sissyuseless. But you might have to pay more for them than you think." He heard Ms. Yellow laugh. "Rule 1: I am God. I own this facility. I own you. I own Ms. Yellow, Ms. Blue and everyone here. This is my universe and I created it. "Rule 2: Ms. Yellow and Ms. Blue and any other female here, are to you, God. You will obey them or suffer punishment with extreme prejudice. "Rule 3: There are many sissies here who have performed very well over time and have been promoted to supervisors. You will obey them completely or suffer punishment with extreme prejudice." Chanazene paused, puffed on her cigarette. "Ah, punishment. It's such a pleasure. To give it, at least. Just thinking about it makes me moist. "It comes in many forms, as I am sure, sissyuseless, you can imagine. But one thing you should know, is that every time a sissy needs to be punished, there is something permanent added, forever. It could be a piercing. It could be higher heels. A reduction in waist. Even an enlargement of your breasts." Chanazene laughed throatily as she saw the stunned look on sissyuseless' face. She saw another tear fall. "You never know, sissyuseless, so I suggest you don't make mistakes. But of course you will, dear. We will make sure of that. To continue... "Rule 4: You will be dressed in panties, corset and stockings at all times. You will wear shoes or boots with nothing less than 4" heels. You will be completely shaved at all times. This means everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You have a very nice thicket of hair on your head. Ms. Blue, will you get the mirror and show it to sissyuseless?" John Phillips took his eyes off the mesmerizing woman before him and watched the lady called Ms. Blue click over to the shelf and retrieve a hand mirror, come back and reflect it back on him. Chanazene sipped her wine again. "Say goodbye to that. Such nice hair. Do you understand, sissyuseless?" John Phillips shook his head. He didn't understand at all. He blinked his eyes, hoping to change the vision, but this lady was still there. "I was hoping to be able to take off your gag, so we could chat, sissy. Do you want me to take off the gag or not?" He nodded vigorously. It was hurting. And he wanted to scream. "Ms. Yellow, if you will." The languid lady called Ms. Yellow produced a key from inside her bra and unlocked the leather straps that connected behind his head and pulled out the small phallus shaped object that had been embedded in his mouth. She tightened her right hand into a fist, waiting. "You can't fucking do---" Slam. John Phillips rocked with the blow, almost tipping in the chair. Chanazene smiled darkly. "Do I have to gag you again?" John Phillips looked at the stars floating before his eyes, then at Chanazene, then at the floor. He shook his head. "And for that outburst, you will be punished. 50 strokes with the cane and your first set of earrings. I am all kindness, sissyuseless, but we have sissies here, stupid sissies, who have piercings everywhere. Twenty, thirty, wherever we can find an appropriate spot. So I warn you. Behave." Slowly, it had been penetrating into his mind. He couldn't fight this. Not now. He was smart, a negotiator. So now he said the right words, even as they stung bitter. "Sissyuseless will try to behave, Mistress Chanazene." To his surprise, Ms. Blue began to clap and Chanazene smiled. "I see you get it. Good gurl, useless. If you behave well, you might come out of this with only two pairs of earrings epoxied in your ears. I doubt it though. You're a smart one and the smart ones always try to find a way out." John raised his eyes and gave the bitch before him his best glare, dark and hateful. Slam! Ms. Blue said, "Looks like B cups and another 50 strokes." Chanazene smiled, dragged on her smoke. "If useless doesn't dumb down, she's leaving here with size 74 FF cups." She sipped her wine again. "To continue, your other attire will be selected by your supervisor. And I have decided that you are a little to smart, a little too spiteful and you have a back just begging to be broken. You won't like your supervisor. No one does. "School is on Mondays. Work is Tuesday through Saturday noon. The rest of the time is yours. You will see me again on your first month anniversary and serve me well then. That is all." Chapter 3 John Phillips sat swaying in his chair, trying for now, to look docile, sleepy even, looking at the floor. He was afraid to look at Chanazene's eyes, Mistress Chanazene, he reminded himself warningly. Rocking in pain, roiling in emotion and with a feeling of edging fear creeping up on him, like low tide rising. It wasn't the pain of the blows he had received from the two lovely ladies besides him that hurt. The pain was in his mind and came from the idea that Maria, his wife, had betrayed him like this. We could have fixed it, he thought. She could have divorced me. She could have loved me better. She made me go out! If she had been there when I wanted her, that spic slut! She's no better--- "Wait! I read your thoughts, sissyuseless. I read them well," Mistress Chanazene stood up behind her desk, now revealing that her skirt was micro and her thighs slim and attentive. John Phillips eyes darted up and noticed and Mistress Chanazene noticed that he noticed. She hissed, "Don't be looking where you are not allowed, sissyuseless." John Phillips gathered himself up, looked down, but with another tear falling and playing the game, but he wasn't playing the game. The tear was real. "Sissyuseless is sorry, Mistress Chanazene." "Better, but still," Mistress Chanazene dragged again on her cigarette, sat down again and smiled. "You have a long, long road ahead of you, useless one." "Yes, Mistress Chanazene. Sissyuseless knows this." "Ms. Yellow, go find latexsissy. Show our newbie the foolishness of disobedience. Disobedience of thought and of course, disobedience of act." "Of course, Mistress Chanazene. Immediately." Ms Yellow slapped John Phillips casually on his head and laughing, clicking away, unkeyed a door and stepped through it, closing it behind her. Mistress Chanazene leaned forward. "It will be better for you to know this before, sissyuseless, than after. Your wife expects a positive result from this education. Not a wreck." John Phillips heard this, but continued to look down, putting down his anger. Not now. Not now. Be docile, get these handcuffs removed and then make the play. I can't wait to smack this bitch. All of them even. And then outta here. "Look at me, sissyuseless," Mistress Chanazene said, quietly. So quietly. Mesmerizingly. John Phillips eyes rolled up, over the mahogany desk, over Chanazene's pert breasts, lean neck, swept red hair, to her eyes. And flinched. They were brimming with benign, casual evil, like tears ready to flood over with contempt. But at the same time, he thought, he could not be sure, that there somewhere, was lust and love and even kindness. He looked for almost half a second before his eyes, his powerful eyes, sparked away. I am wrong, he thought, but even if I am right, I can use this. The door opened with a click and Ms Yellow, dressed in a spangling yellow PVC mini dress, entered, dragging a tottering thing behind her. Mistress Chanazene sipped from her glass, dropped her used cigarette into the ashtray on her desk, got and lit another, placing it elegantly into her holder. She leaned back on her chair, put her legs up on the desk and crossed them. And smiled. This always happened. John Phillips didn't notice any of that. His eyes were pulsating on the strangeness of the individual tottering before him. Suddenly his eyes hurt, his ears hurt and he felt the handcuffs become like the weights of a stone in that rising tide. "Ca I thuck your cock?" the thing asked, crazy eyes alighting on him, hungry. "No, latexsissy, not today," said Ms Yellow. "I'm sorry," it mewled and instantly tears poured from its eyes. John Phillips jaw had fallen, fallen and fallen. A low moan escaped that no one heard. The thing was tottering on ballet heels that were knee high tight leather boots. Baby step back, baby step forward, shaking. "Sissyuseless," Mistress Chanazene was reclining with glass and smoke. "This is what happens, if you don't learn." She laughed. "Latexsissy fought all the time. And every time, we just had to add. Something. Now she's got too much. Too bad. Roam your eyes a while, dear." He did. He couldn't help it. He had always loved Maria in her high heels, but this was extreme. He raised his gaze. Tan stockings went under the leather skirt that it wore. They appeared to be made of latex. The skirt itself looked narrow and tight - no wonder it couldn't stand still. That led to the corset, made of leather, looking impossibly tight, long and narrow, with buckles, laces (he couldn't see the back to see if the laces met, but he felt sure that they did, the waist was so narrow). A conversation continued behind his eyes and ears. "Latexsissy, why can't you come," Ms Yellow asked, chidingly. "Becauth I'm bad, mithreth yellow." The corset perched its breasts. Huge. Such that would put Dolly Parton to shame. They were pushing against a clear latex blouse that ended with a black latex collar. Inside, where the breasts weren't pushing, it looked almost milky. The nipples pushing so pointedly looked cross- stitched with nipple rings. Too many to count. Ms Yellow laughed, "Why are you bad, latexsissy?" "Becauth i want to come! Stho badly. May i may i, pweath, mithtreth yellow?" John Phillips eyes were drawn. He noticed that the breasts were slightly shuddering. His eyes moved up. The person called latexsissy had the most elaborate face he had ever seen! Ms Yellow laughed again, "No. You can't, latexsissy. Not until you are good!" "I'll be good, Mithreth. I will. I prwomith. May i like you?" Mistress Chanazene smoked her cigarette, silently watching and gently fingering herself outside her dress. I love this, She thought and laughed silently. More is better. John Phillips saw this: The make up was so heavy and colorful, of every color of the rainbow, lips in red and crimson and lined with dark umber, eye shadow of hues of red and purple and blue and light blue and orange and more, eye liner lengthening the eyes, coating the eyes, rounding the eyes; lashes almost a half inch long, clumpish and cheap. The rouge was so strong, of purple and pink and crimson. To John Phillips, it was divinely beautiful. Maria would have looked slutty like this. More than slutty. Usable. But then he recollected. This was a man? He noticed that the lips were quivering and latexsissy was sweating. It then hit him like a wave, as things began to jell. Oh no. Oh Gawd no. The make up was tattooed. He could hardly see its ears. They were covered with piercings. Long danglings, hoops, studs, round and connected they continued, over and diminished and constant. Silver and Gold. "No. You may not like me, latexsissy. When will you be good?" It curtsied, "Alwayth! Alwayth, Mithreth." The smile of hope that had been there, was crushed and tears flowed again. "I mean, I am good if I don't want to come and then I can, but I alwayth want to." "Which means?" "I'm bad, Mithweth Yellow. I'm stho sthowwey. " The hair was wild, with red and blond streaks, with little cheap silver adornments in it, like Christmas ornaments. "Do you want to come?" "Oh yeath. I mean oh no. I..." And John Phillips saw it begin to cry again. The changes were startling and rapid. First an exciting, hungry light, followed by tears. Over and over again. It reminded John Phillips of a blinking Christmas light. He blinked and rolled his eyes over to Mistress Chanazene, questioningly. "Question?" He looked down, fearful. Nodded. The clear latex blouse was accentuated by tan elbow length latex gloves. The tips were cut off. Extremely long painted red nails poked out. They were chipped and damaged. Now he saw why. Every time the sissy tottering before him said something, it clattered its nails together involuntarily. Nervousness, he thought, but it was weird. Weirder. Weirder. Playing a game that he now thought he might have to be more patient to win, escape, John Phillips said, "Why is it, I mean she, I... er... mean, why is latexsissy quivering like that," he paused slightly, then added, "Mistress Chanazene?" Chanazene barked a laugh, put her legs back under her desk, leaned forward and turned stern. "First of all, she is Miss latexsissy to you. She is your peer. You are on the same level now. If anything Miss latexsissy is your superior, for she knows how to please and you don't. But in response to your question, there are two causes. First, latexsissy is wearing an extremely fat vibrating plug. It's enough to make your teeth chatter." Chanazene smiled menacingly, enjoying how the person once called John Phillips mouth fell open so wide, she could see his molars. "It's heated too, at about a hundred and three degrees. That's partly why she sweats." Dimly, John Phillips heard the caricature of the person called latexsissy ask Miss Orange, "Ca I thuck hith thingie?" The nails chattered their own language. "The other reason is because latexsissy has got so much hormones raging through her - we had to add there when we ran out of other options - she should be having permanent periodosis," Chanazene sighed a quiet, almost wistful laugh this time. "I don't think that's a word, but it is now. Yes, latexsissy is suffering from periodosis. That's why she is so emotional." "Not until you don't want to, latexsissy," said Miss Orange. "Boo hoo," mewled the sissy. It took a moment to hit him. It crept on him slow. First a grin that he tried to hide and then a giggle and then John Phillips was hitching in laughter. He had never heard anyone say boo hoo, like on cartoons and mean it so sincerely, so forlornly and so sadly. Vaguely, he realized he was going hysterical. Maybe shock. Somewhere in his mind, he hoped for a catatonic state and then he mentally slapped himself. That person in front of him was in, made to be, in some sort of catatonic state. "I apologize, Mistress Chanazene. I mean sissyuseless apologizes," he said sincerely. "You aw raffing at sissywathex!" latexsissy hissed. "Sissywathex hate you!" The venom in the voice made John Phillips look up, astonished. Where did that come from? He met eyes with latexsissy and drew back from the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes were visibly shaking. Then a drop of something milky fell from the fingernail on her left hand, to the white tiled floor. In spite of himself, he said, "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." And like that it was gone. "Thath okay. Sissywathex buthy now." He watched as she nimbly knelt to the floor and lick the drop, angling her face a bit, sticking out her tongue. Now he could see why she talked so lispy. There was a ring pierced at the tip of her tongue and a stud to either side of it. He looked on, in shocked entrancement, his mind on hold. Barely holding on. "I will explain, briefly, sissyuseless," Mistress Chanazene broke into his hypnosis. "then this interview is concluded. Miss latexsissy's wife became angered by him. He was an investment banker, much like you were. Made a lot of money, much like you did. But the wife needed revenge and decided that her husband should become the best cocksucker ever made. Well, our training program did that, but then his wife determined that now that she was trained to want and need only that, well and to look pretty, it should be teasingly denied. And since the wife is paying the bills, we addressed that. Now latexsissy can't come and isn't even allowed to please, though I will tell you, she is very, very good. Instead, she wears come inside of her latex. She is surrounded by it and it slowly drips out from her fingertips. And as you can see, this delights her." John Phillips saw growing red spots on his eyes. I would rather be a prisoner of El Quaida, he almost thought, but it skated away. Involuntarily, he asked, "She wears come all of the time?" Chanazene put out her cigarette, studying him. I think this one will be no problem, she thought. He should result well and a fine bonus I will have. "I will forgive your insolence this time. I understand this transition is difficult for you, useless one. But no, not all the time. That would be unhealthy. Only in her cognitive state. In the evening, latexsissy is sedated. Then she is undressed and attended to, mostly by our newest sissies. Bathed, brushed, scrubbed and well..." Chanazene paused and lit yet another cigarette. The smell of them was driving John Phillips crazy and she knew it. "Aired out, shall we say. Then after a few hours, we dress her again. She never knows. By the way, the newbies, like you, attend to her. She is, after all, our oldest client." John Phillips said nothing. He couldn't say anything. Latexsissy had finished licking and was standing again in her ballet heels, baby step forward, baby step back. "John," Chanazene said, quietly, so quietly. "Look at me." The change of name awoke him. Slowly, so slowly, he did, sliding his eyes past the boots of the quiet and mysterious Ms Blue, to the desk, to Mistress Chanazene's eyes. He was scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life. More even than when he had gone skydiving and the parachute hadn't opened up until he was only twelve hundred feet from slamming into the earth. Then he had had desperate hope. Now, well now, he had no parachute. "Yes, Mistress Chanazene?" "I want to tell you something, John. I want to reassure you about a number of things," Chanazene put on her sympathetic face and even coyly blinked her eyes. She saw John Phillips fear change to hope, grasping. She loved this. "First, if you do what you are told, obey well and learn your lessons, nothing bad will happen to you. Second, your wife has not left you. She will be here in two weeks to check on your progress. Right now, she is with Enrique on a cruise to Spain, during these difficult moments, but in her heart, I am sure she is here with you. And, John, when I said five years, I never said that you wouldn't be released earlier with good behavior." John Phillips sat spellbound. Options. Hope. Opportunity. Maria. The thoughts raced through his mind. He was an optimist by nature and now, the sky was clearing. The title of a book crossed his mind. The sun also rises. Was it Steinbeck, or Hemmingway? He couldn't remember. He didn't care. Chanazene smiled inwardly, keeping her sympathetic face on. "John, I promise you, that you have the opportunity to leave here just like you came in. I promise you that. It may take some getting used to, but you are a smart man. I am sure you can do it. Don't you think?" "Yes! Mistress Chanazene," John Phillips exclaimed, a rising can do feeling flowing into him. I will do this. I will and I will get out of here and fuck my Maria raw and red and then. Well, then, I'm going to dump her like a bag of moldy rocks. "Thank you, Mistress Chanazene." "You are more than welcome. By the way, here in school, you are forbidden - they will teach you this soon enough - never refer to yourself in the first person. You are not I. You are sissyuseless. Okay?" Chanazene smiled warmly. "Yes, Mistress Chanazene," John Phillips said emphatically. "Sissyusless thanks you, Mistress Chanazene." "Good gurl! Now go along nicely with Ms Orange and she will get you all set up." Ms Orange clacked over to help John Phillips stand up and led him towards the monstrous safe like door that led into... what. There, he assumed. School. Release. As he walked over, past a quiet, shuddering latexsissy, she whispered to him. "Ca I thuck ya cock?" "No, latexsissy. You may not," said Ms Orange. John Phillips said over his shoulder, "Sissyuseless thanks you, Mistress Chanazene. Sissyuseless will be good. Sissyuseless will be good." I can play the game, I can be the winner and all shall pay, he thought, smiling subservience. "Come along, latexsissy," said Ms Orange. "Time to go home." "Boo hoo." John Phillips almost cracked up again, but now he was cautious. I will bide my time. I have many options. Ms Orange turned the tumbler left, right, left and pulled open the vault. She led John Phillips and latexsissy through, clicking her high heels on the tile. Chanazene was moist. She had loved the look on John Phillips eyes. A little shiftiness, a bit of calculation. Fear, replaced by hope. She would crush that now. She loved to give, but take away more than she gave. She mashed her cigarette down. "Ms Blue, my back aches and I would love to love you, dear." Chapter 4 Now they were in an elevator, latexsissy, John Phillips and Ms Orange. The vault had closed and the elevator was descending. "Ca I thuck you, mithter?" latexsissy asked him, but then another drop of come appeared on its right pointed fingernail. She looked at it hungrily, waiting for it to fall. "No, latexsissy, you can't," Miss Orange said sternly, but lightly. Turning to John, she said, "sissyuseless, she will always ask this and you must always say no. It's required. You don't want to be punished by that foolishness." latexsissy's eyes, so bright with desire, swept into tears again. "I sthowee." John Phillips mind was spinning, spinning. 'Don't worry,' he thought, wryly, briefly, 'I got no problem with that command.' He had grasped the key rules now and found the hope, would play the game. In the room above, he had been too confused to see, learn and observe, very well. His game plan was still formulating (and it wasn't much to formulate with). Now he saw, observed, noticed Ms Orange. She was dressed in an orange PVC mini dress with long sleeves, orange thigh high boots, wearing brilliant orange hair. Her make up was stark and minimal of color. Her face was whitened with base and somewhat washed out, but her lipstick and rouge and eye shadow were orange. He saw that her eyes were orange. They had to be contacts he thought. Her legs were very long, her breasts ordinary, but pert. She had a wide mouth, thin lips, upturned ski jump nose. He thought, vaguely, that she was rather pretty, but punkish and nothing like his Maria. "May sissyuseless ask Ms Orange a question?" The elevator continued its descent. "Of course you may, miss sissyuseless. I am not a dom, just an enforcer." "sissyuseless asks, who is latexsissy's wife, that would do this to it, I mean her." Ms Orange broke into laughter. It took awhile, as the elevator continued, for her to quit. Finally, "Mistress Chanazene is latexsissy's Wife." "But, sissyuseless asks, why?" Ms Orange lowered her brow, squinted. "Simple. latexsissy pissed. Her. Off. End of story. That's all you need to know" "Oh." "And?" John Phillips considered for a brief second. "sissyuseless is thankful for the warning, Mistress Orange." "Better," Ms Orange patted him on his head. "Ah, here we are now." The elevator stopped, settled. "Your new home... useless one. I'll see you in a few hours. Your supervisor should be waiting." The elevator slid open and she pushed latexsissy and John Phillips out into a long dark hallway, barely lit by hanging naked bulbs. Raquel Welch stood there waiting, pulled him by the side belt loops on his trousers toward her and rammed her knee into his groin. It hurt him fast and hurt him deep and he fell to the floor moaning. "Ooo. Tha mutha hurt. Can I kith hith sthingie and make it all better?" "No latexsissy. You may not. Why don't you go see Mistress Whip and make yourself be useful." "Okay, Mithreth sthathin. Sthank you, Mithreth sthathin." "sissyuseless, that was my way of saying hello and giving you a lesson. You are in a dangerous place now. Always be prepared. Kiss Mistress Satin's shoe." John Phillips lay groaning as the pain in his groin deepened to the point of agony, but he crept over and kissed Mistress Satin's perfectly manicure foot. She was wearing open toe lavender sandals with a single strap by the toes and another delicate strap wrapping up and around her thin trim ankle. They were five inches high. The toes were painted in lavender with the three middle toes wearing rings. Around each ankle there appeared to be a dozen anklets in silver and gold. He tentatively kissed each toe. "Good gurl," Mistress Satin said not unkindly. "Now look at me." He slowly raised his eyes. The black stockings were expensive, complete with Cuban heels and seams. Her legs were long and disappeared beneath a knee length satin lavender skirt, which looked tailored and fitted perfectly. Over a breathtakingly narrow waist that was cinched in by a wide offset leather belt, Mistress Satin wore a gauzy see through silk blouse with a cowled scoop neck. She wore a light blue satin chemise underneath. The breasts jutted out provocatively. Several necklaces hung between. And then he was looking into the kind face of Mistress Satin, who looked exactly like Rachel Welch. Almost. The chin was a bit stronger, the make up a little heavier. There were crow's-feet around the eyes and a deeper weariness within them. But the hair was short and red and copper, longer on the back, the neck was long. Diamond earrings hung longingly from small ears. Her long fingers were perfectly manicured with French nails. Many bracelets circled each slender wrist. She looked very elegant and very beautiful. "Good gurl," she said again, softly. "Despite what Mistress Chanazene may have said about me, I'm here to look out for you. I take care of all my gurls. Just listen well and do exactly as I say and you will be fine. Now get up." "I can't," John Phillips moaned. "It hurts." "You can and you will, sissyuseless. You don't want me to help you. babysissy, collar her." "Yes, Mistress Satin." For the first time he became aware that there was another person present and glanced at the source of the new voice. His eyes widened at the person approaching him. The first thing he noticed was that the person called babysissy was wearing diapers, had to be, from the bulk hidden inside of the pink ruffled rumba panties. They had little teddy bear imprints. Suspenders from a corset that she wore over went to pink stockings that went only above the knees, leaving creamy white skin exposed. Bobby socks and pink high heels with many straps, each of which had a lock. She too, wore many anklets. He wondered about that for a moment. Her hair was a mass of tight red curls, her face with thick makeup that was not colorful, only thick, with the lipstick hopelessly smeared around the mouth. A pacifier hung round her neck, along with a rattle. She was wearing a bib that looked dirty and food stained. babysissy helped lift him and fastened a studded leather collar around John Phillips, attached the lead and handed it to Mistress Satin. Mistress Satin gave a tug. "Come on. We don't have much time. The Meting of Punishment is in just over three hours and we have to get you presentable. I'll explain things on the way." He saw babysissy put the pacifier in its mouth and stand next to him. John Phillips found himself mesmerized by Mistress Satin's walk as she led him down the hallway. The sway of her hips was extremely suggestive and she looked completely comfortable in her heels, taking small, but firm steps. "babysissy is your buddy. In my clan, no one leaves the dorm without a buddy. It's too dangerous to be alone here. People can get hurt. Badly." "I'm your buddy," babysissy whispered happily, popping out the pacifier. "You're my buddy. We'll be roommates." She put the pacifier back in. John Phillips noticed that babysissy walked like a man in heels. And diapers he thought, holding back the laugh that threatened to come out. Bowlegged and clumsy. "As you can tell now and will realize, The Sissy Academy is a big place, with many dark corners and empty rooms. If necessary, you may be lent my cell phone, but in here, that's a priceless commodity. Few clans even have a set." Mistress Satin turned right, giving a tug and began to climb a set of stairs, rotating her hips left and right, seams perfectly straight, hips flaring curvaceously over the narrow waist. Click clack echoed in the gloom. "Our clan has twelve members. You are number thirteen and don't count yet. You have to be initiated and later christened. Then you are one of us. There are nine other clans. Some of them don't like us. Maybe it's envy. Maybe it's me. Who cares." It wasn't a question. Now finally, they came to a heavy door. Mistress Satin handed the leash back to babysissy and removed one of her necklaces. On it was a small key that she inserted into a lock. She pulled the door open and led them through it. "Here at the Academy, you will have opportunities to make money, good money. My cut is fifty percent. With that, I provide the furnishings, protection and whatnot. The rest is yours, for cigarettes, clothes. Even alcohol if your diet allows it." Here it was brighter and didn't seem as frightful. Before it had been cold cement, now there were elegant tiles. There was another elevator. She keyed into that one as well. "We're on the fourth floor. It's rather nice. We've worked hard on it." The elevator ride was short and John Phillips was beginning to wonder about the immensity of the place. Outside, it had seemed like a large sized mansion surrounded by a huge park like setting. He realized now that there had to be a huge complex underground. He was dying for a cigarette. Now they entered an alcove that was plushy carpeted with planters on either side of the door ahead. "Only our clan and of course, the Goddesses, can get here. Of course, there are cameras everywhere. But here it is safe. Welcome to your new home, sissyuseless." With that, Mistress Satin opened the door and tugged him along. Babysissy said, as though in confidence, "It's oh so nice." John Phillips blinked as he entered, surprised. Stunned even. Everything till now had increased his level of paranoia and he had feared that he was going to enter a room full of simpering, orgiastic sissies ready to paw on him. Particularly after having seen the likes of latexsissy and babysissy. But it was nothing of the sort. "Take a look around, you useless sissy and then we need to get you prepared. Gurls, let sissyuseless have a moment to adjust." Mistress Satin handed the leash to babysissy and swiveled off to the right. He saw some of the gurls glance at him curiously and then in accordance to Mistress Satin's command, politely continue to do what they were doing. But edgily, with furtive glances at him. It made him nervous. The room was huge, thickly carpeted, generously and comfortably furnished. Off on his left, he saw two women sit arm in arm watching a big screen television. It was a romance. Cognac glasses were resting on a rosewood coffee table before them. "That's nursesissy and bunny," whispered babysissy, excited to be a host(ess). Babysissy followed his eyes to the massive mahogany dining table where three gurls were playing cards, drinking and smoking. The need rose up in him. "Where can I get a cigarette," he whispered. It was the first words he had said for sometime. His groin only hurt a little now. "Oh! I have lots and lots of them, but you can't smoke them now. You're not part of the clan yet, so I can't share yet," explained babysissy, as if this was perfectly natural. "But my toy box is full of them." "What do you do with them," John Phillips whispered, desperate. His eyes continued to roam. There was an open kitchen and in the center of the room, were three leather couches forming a semi-circle surrounding another larger coffee table. Something was wrong. But he couldn't put his finger on the wrongness. "I collect them, what else?" Babysissy sounded surprised. "Babies don't smoke and I'm only four." He raised his eyes at that. babysissy was definitely over four, if not forty. The right part of the room was sectioned into two areas, each closed off by low railing. The first appeared to be a large dressing area, with rows of mirrored closets behind it. The second area looked decidedly kinky. Whips and rope and various stainless steel items hung upon the wall. In the main area there were a number of ominous fixtures. He looked away. Around the perimeter were doorways. "That's our room over there," sissybaby whispered. "it's not very nice. It's nice for babies, but I don't think you will like it, but I'll help you make it nice. I promise." Sensing the sincerity of the offer, John Phillips smiled kindly, though worriedly and he said, "That's okay, babysissy, we'll be fine." But something was nagging at him. I'm being made to see what they want me to see. There was a tension in the air that belied the calmness. This isn't a dorm room, he thought. But that's how they are making it to seem. Mistress Satin came back, looking radiantly beautiful. "I assume you've had enough time to feel more comfortable, useless." She turned. "Nursesissy, you and bunny will attend to useless in her transformation." The nagging feeling collided with those words. All these women around him, even babysissy, were not women at all. They were men and he was hundreds of feet underground with no way out. But still, Mistress Satin looked to be about the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And that worried him deeply. Chapter 5 "But I wanna help," cried babysissy, stomping her high heeled foot. "She's my roommate." "Now yet, babysissy," Mistress Satin said firmly but kindly. "After. Nursesissy and Bunny know how to do this. You would make a mess of things." The gurls named Bunny and Nursesissy had left the couch and were now sashaying over to him. John Phillips took a step back. And then another one. "sissyuseless," Mistress Satin said to him. "You will not resist. I know you want to, but there is no way out, punishments are met, your wife wants you whole, but trained and you don't want to be a... what is it gurls?" The three gurls that had been playing cards at the dining table, now looking wanton and desirously at John Phillips said in unison, "sissyuseless don't want to be a Z cup. sissyuseless don't want to be a Z cup." "Exactly," smiled Mistress Satin. "Go along nicely and like I said, sissyuseless, obey well, you will be well. Obey badly and Goddess knows, you will be treated badly." "Oh, sissyuseless, this going to be so much fun," said the gurl named Nursesissy. She was wearing a white PVC nurse's outfit, complete with a red cross over her bosom, with a white cap. Blond hair spilled out from it, framing a gorgeous face with too much makeup. He took another step back. "I... I," he stuttered. "Can bathe myself fine. J-just let me g-go to the b-bathroom and and uh, I'll be fine." God, they were all so pretty and he felt so scared and he knew he was in a dungeon and there really was no way out and his thoughts were running crazy. "Oh dear," said babysissy, with disappointment. "That was three I's. sissyuseless that was very bad. If you're not going to be good, babysissy won't share my toybox." Nursesissy reached him and grabbed his ear. "Come on, sissyuseless. You stink and you're furry." John Phillips, with mind roiling in turmoil, did the only thing he could think of. It was dangerous here and he was clearly outnumbered. So he fell to the floor, even though his ear was pulled and it hurt and made himself into a ball, fetus style, curling himself up as tight he could, with his eyes shut tightly. This will go away. I need a cigarette! I need to get out of here. Mistress Satin was appalled. She glanced at her expensive watch and saw that she had only two hours left before the Meting of the Punishments. And in that time, She had to get uselesssissy shaved, dressed and initiated. And then on top of that, she had to whip her 50 times. And now, sissyuseless was being an idiot. Didn't she see the cameras? Didn't she know that defiance, or this silly act of curling into a ball, brought punishment? "Z cup! Z cup!" chorused the gurls at the dining table, their card game forgotten. Mistress Satin strode over to the weeping uselesssissy and began kicking hur, hard. "Get up. Get up, useless sissy. Now. I can't protect you, if you don't behave." Kick. John Phillips felt the pain of the first kick and then he felt also that Nursesissy and Bunny were kicking him too. Pointed shoes hammering at his legs, back and head. His head hurt now with more than fear. They will kick me to death, he felt. I have to get out. I am not helpless! I will fight! So he sprang up, woozily. "Okay! I'm up! You bitch cu-" As he stood up, Mistress Satin slapped him hard across the face. It rocked him. "If you resist, you stupid shit, there will be worse for you, more than you know," She hissed. "And I won't be able to help you." His eyes wobbled for a moment and he lashed back, intending to slap her likewise. She, instantly, caught his hand. "Don't, sissyuseless. Please don't. For your sake." John Phillips looked at Mistress Satin, who looked like Rachel Welch, for a moment and began to cry. Again. Now the gurls at the table were slamming their glasses in unison with their cry. "Z cup! Z cup!" Bunny said, "Come along uselesssissy." With a sob, he bowed his head and went. ... The bathroom was huge and white and sterile. And unprivate. It smelt like Lysol. Two toilets were on the left. Over them were enema bags, boxes of tampons and other things that John Phillips couldn't figure out. On the right was a very long mirror with three sinks in front of it and makeup stuff on the counter, cluttered around. In the back, where he was guided were the three open showers. "Strip," said Nursesissy. She was annoyed. Stupid ass new fish. Always the newbies are scaredy cats. Bunny stood next to her. babysissy and Mistress Satin were by the doorway. In the background, he could still hear the childish chanting, "Z cup! Z cup!" John Phillips was dressed, but he felt naked. He wasn't used to being looked at this way, observed, like a science project. He was just used to being seen, addressed, eye to eye. He had never been shy about himself, well, not that much, maybe in his swimsuit at the beach with Maria. Even though, he knew that she was the bombshell of a beauty, while he was a bit short, but very buff. He had compensated for his height that way. The lifting of weights, the shoe lifts, the glossed hair. This had helped him look to be the kind of man any woman would want. Now he would lose his fa?ade, except for his muscles, at least. They couldn't take that away. "By the way, you useless sissy," Mistress Satin said, anticipating his thoughts. "We have no gym for those muscles. Here we work on others." John Phillips took off his tie - he always wore a tie, shirt. He knelt to untie his oxfords and took them off and then the socks, which were knitted with turtles on them. He took off his trousers and stood before them in his boxers. They were blue and had racecars on them. "Next," said nursesissy, noticing, but not looking. She was putting on latex gloves. "Get naked." He lowered and removed his boxers, now standing naked but for his fur. Bunny knelt and crawled over to him. "My, but you are little, may I kiss you?" Bunny was dressed in a fifties playboy outfit, complete with pink ears and bunny tail. And was so decked out. Her breasts were pointed out like rockets. Her makeup, like everyone else's, was heavy. She wore her hair like a sixties playmate, bouffant. But he couldn't help it. As She knelt, he felt a rise in him. He wanted to scream. It's not supposed to be like this! I don't love men, but She was so intent and willing that his penis didn't respond to his brains wishes and became at attention. babysissy blurted, "He's so manly. He could be my daddy." Mistress Satin backslapped. "Don't be sick. She's your slut and we'll make sure to get rid of the muscles. Though, actually, he does look nice. Very nice." "Uh oh, I did a poo poo." "The useless sissy will take care of that after the Meting. Shut up or go away." Nursesissy handed him a bottle. "Shampoo. Use it all over. Don't forget the toes." Another lady reached her hand through the doorway, holding shears. Nursesissy took them. Bunny went and turned on the shower. "It's warm, Nursesissy." "Get under. Leave your head dry." She clacked over, even with the shower pouring spray and began to clip his hair that fell into great clumps. John Phillips went under, doing as he was bid. The shower was hot, the spray fierce. For a moment, he lost himself in its heat. Then nursesissy gave him the bottle of "shampoo". He took it. He knew what it would do. It screamed Nair at him. And he lathered himself. "Help me with my back, Nursesissy." "But that's too long," babysissy whined. Mistress Satin was looking at sissyuseless. She will look great. I would have her in my bed. She looked at his penis. And thought, that will work, we can play. "babysissy, get a rash and get out of here. I don't want to hear your mewling anymore." Nursesissy, with latex gloves, rubbed John Phillips back with her other hand, clipping away. He had coated his legs and arms and he saw the hair slide away. "All of it, sissyuseless." She said, wondering. Why do I get this duty? Well, since I do, once we are done here, I am going to mash my cock into her stupid, dim bulb mouth. Clipping finished, so that he was shorn to less than crew cut, she began to lather John Phillips head. Bunny was caressing him, sliding off his hair and reapplying new Nair. The shower felt wonderful. Nursesissy took a plastic windshield scraper and slowly trowelled off his head hair. Bunny got to his private parts and kissed him there. He bucked. She kissed again. "No more, Bunny. Just do your chores." John Phillips got lost. I'm being shaved by two gorgeous wet sluts. Rachael Welch is watching me. And then he became resolute. Let them. Let them! Shave me. Dress me. I am the same person! I will only look better. And damn, he faltered. I am in hell. "All done," determined nursesissy. "No more hair." Despite the heated spray, he felt cold. And shivered. ... The towels that they dried him with were large, blue and very thick. It sponged the moisture off his body instant, since there was no hair on his body to keep it. To John Phillips it felt eerily wonderful and sent shivers through his spine. "Come along now, sissyuseless," said Mistress Satin. "Time to get you dressed and then..." She lingered on that thought, smiling to John, with a trace of flirt. Nursesissy and bunny had removed their outer clothes now that they were wet. The rest they left on and John Phillips marveled at their feminine grace as they led him over to the closeted area. The swivel, the poise, it was like they has a socket in their spine that could make their hips sway so seductively. They've been here for a long time, he thought. Another gurl dressed all in magenta, from hose to short skirt to short leather gloves with the tips cut off, exposing long purple nails waited, holding two weightless nude stockings in one arm and a heavy white corset in the other. "Z cup! Z cup!" the gurls at the table chorused continuously, but now quieter. John Phillips had begun to think it was like a mantra to them. It almost made him bark laughter, but he was so lost in the actions he was being taken through. It would get worse and more hectic shortly. "Pink, maggiesissy. sissyuseless will be dressed in pink," Mistress Satin said quietly, commandingly. "She's a virgin still." The gurl named Maggie quickly rummaged through one of the packed closets and returned. "Step into these, sissyuseless." John Phillips slipped his foot into a pink gossamer stocking. And was surprised. As the stocking was slid up, he felt like he was being caressed, petted. It felt good. Real good. In spite of himself, he felt himself rise a little. babysissy noticed. "Oh, my! babysissy is going to like sleeping with her clitty." Maggie fitted the corset around him and fastened the busk. Nursesissy began to tighten the laces, while bunny attached the garters to the wispy stockings. John Phillips hardly noticed, until the corset slowly, but surely tightened. "Your waist was thirty four inches, useless one." said Mistress Satin. "You will start at thirty inches and each week be reduced one inch until you reach a most comfortable twenty six inches. Anything less will be determined at the Meting of Punishments." John Phillips barely heard. Fleetingly he thought, what is this meting of punishment. But he wasn't concentrating. He felt himself becoming erect. He tried to fight it. Go down, he thought, but it wasn't working. babysissy said, "Oh boy! You can share my toy box anytime." "Shoes? Mistress Satin?" queried Maggie. "Boots would be better, for support. sissyuseless is a clutz," Smiled Mistress Satin. "Clearly." Magenta Maggiesissy rummaged again in the closet and returned with sparkling PVC plastic pink knee boots with four inch heels. "Step." babysissy crept over and began to suck him. Mistress Satin slapped her. "Not now! Not yet." John Phillips edged his toes into the boot, thankful for Mistress Satin's support. Steep, he thought. I am standing on a hill. Tottering, he put his other foot into the other pink boot. Magenta slid up the zippers to both. Mistress Satin let go. And he fell over to his knees. "Good!" She said. "Now we can start. We don't have much time." She smiled. "And useless sissy, you can crawl." Chapter 6 John Phillips was dressed now and on his knees. The high heeled boots, all of 4 inches tall, were too high for him. The stockings caressed his shaved legs gently and the corset gave a support to his back and stomach that he had never felt before. He was sure he didn't like it, though it felt embarrassingly comfortable and his cock said different and kept trying to push out against his panties. It embarrassed him. Get down, get down! At the same time he wondered how did Marie wear these kinds of shoes and higher. How was it possible? He had no hair. He was astonished by the complacency he felt by this. His head of hair, thick and black with a sharp, smart streak of grey, had been his pride and in fact a source of his power and charisma. Now he was a cue ball, shorn of all hair, everywhere, including even his eyelashes, which tingled and eye brows. A mirror beckoned to him, but he refused to look. "Come here, sissyuseless, to the bench," said Mistress Satin. "You can walk or you can crawl, dear. Just get here." "Come along, sissy," said babysissy. "This will be so much fun." "Me first!" Bunny practically hopped. Mistress Satin looked over to bunny. "Of course, you first, since you don't do anything. Who enemaed useless?" All of a sudden, there was silence. No Z cup chants from the gurls at the dining table. Babysissy looked down. Nurse sissy, who was responsible for making sure of these things, looked at babysissy. Bunny began to cry. Magenta spoke first. "Er. Mistress Satin, the gurls were hasty. Uh, We are sorry, we were just anxious." And Mistress Satin changed. From sunny sky, loving caretaker. To storm maker and storm breaker. Her lovely face darkened, her eyes squinted. She took two steps to the fenced area of the room and brought forth the whip waiting there. "What" she snapped the whip, "Do" she sliced it at Magenta and struck her thigh, ripping her stockings, "You", she swung it over to babysissy and slashed the tails of the whip across the side of her corset, "Mean?" John Phillips almost shat himself. He began to weep. Too much. Too much. Magenta didn't flinch an inch. "I was not in charge, Mistress Satin." The whip spoke again and slashed at Magentas skirt. "Who was?" This time Magenta grimaced. She said, "You were, Mistress Satin." Surprise rolled across Mistress Satin's face. And then the sky was blue and she was fine and she smiled. "Well, then that's okay then, isn't it?" "Yes Mistress Satin." "Nursesissy, get her enamaed twice. She will be receiving a lot of seed and keeping it for a long time. I will have a glass of wine. Magenta, will you be so kind as to get it and join me?" Still stinging, Magenta smiled, worshipfully, "Yes Mistress Satin. Thank you. With pleasure." ... John Phillips was dragged back to the bathroom by Nurse and Bunny, with babysissy just behind. She had her pacifier back in. He felt his left leg catch a hook or bump or something and the stocking tore and laddered. "You could have made this easier on us, sissyuseless," hissed Nursesissy, breathing heavily from the ordeal of dragging the stupid new fish into the cleansing room again. "But since you didn't, I will make it harder on you." "Please don't, miss nurse sissy," cried babysissy. "She is my friend." Nurse back slapped her. Bunny laughed. They jammed him up against the toilet, pushing him face first into it. One of them slid down his panties and began to grease his ass. He tried to cry out, knowing the futility of it - what will happen here, will happen, he knew - and a hand pushed his head into the water. Someone flushed. A sharp pain in his ass followed and after that it deepened, as he found himself being penetrated, violated, by something fat and long and now filling him with water. He barely concentrated, because he couldn't breathe. The water in the toilet slowly rose and then it was flushed again. He began to fill. More and more. "How much?" queried Nurse to Bunny. "New fish, Nurse. Not too much the first time." Then Bunny laughed. "The second time though..." "This is a quart. More?" "No." They pulled his head from the toilet, turned him and sat him down. John Phillips face was wet and sweating and in terror. Outside, he could hear Mistress Satin was talking to someone else and he wished she were here to rescue him. He glanced up to see the cruel eyes of Nursesissy and Bunny, both looking lovely. He looked lower and saw they each had raging hard-ons. He began to cry again. His bowels began to hurt and seize. He looked up again, pleadingly. Nurse made a kind face, but she was smirking inside, he could see that. "Hold it for four minutes. If you don't, we'll put you back into the toilet, but we won't flush. You'd be eating your own shit." "Yes, Ms Nurse. Ms Bunny. I will." And he clenched and he tried and he cried. Suddenly he whimpered, "Who has the watch to time me?" Ms Nurse said, "I do and it's half past a freckle." She began to laugh hysterically. John Phillips was so struck by the remark that he laughed too and lost all control. He expelled himself and simply let go. He was amazed by the relief. He felt almost wonderful and cleansed. "That's too bad, sissyuseless. It was only a quarter to a freckle and you expelled too soon." Nursesissy said. "What are we going to do about that?" "Please, Miss Nursesissy, sissyuseless is sorry. So sorry," he found himself blubbering insanely. "sissyuseless will do anything. Anything. Please don't put my head in the toilet again. Please?" "Anything?" Bunny began to laugh again. Babysissy was crying and shaking her head, silent. Outside the bathing area, he could hear Mistress Satin talking to Magenta, with the television making noise in the background. Why won't someone help me? He thought, tears falling. "Yes, Mistress Nurse, anything." "Done deal then. I will hold you to it. I just love a favor waiting in the wings. You're all done now. Mistress Satin said two enemas but you held that one, for, oh, let's call it 7 freckles, which is enough. Actually, you did very well, useless. Now flush the toilet, pull up your panties and go to the bench." Bunny was still laughing so hard, she fell on her butt. ... They led him out to the bench in the kink area. Mistress Satin was there again, overseeing. Either she was uninformed about what went on before or didn't care. She looked like She didn't care. Now She was wearing a rather impatient look on her face and checking her watch. John Phillips felt his hands being tugged down low and attached by cuffs to the base of the bench that he laid upon, face down. Someone put a spreader bar between his legs and attached the ends to his ankles. Slowly it stretched and a cable was attached around his neck and pulled everything tight. Someone pulled the bench and now there was a void through which his cock could hang. John Phillips was crying again. He didn't know he had that many tears. He had never cried before 12 hours ago and now he was dehydrating himself from stupid tears. He knew he should be strong and resist, but there were so many and he was so far underground. Now his legs were stretched so wide, he knew what was coming. He knew. But he really didn't know. Suddenly, Nursesissy was fastening a harness around his face and head and fitting his mouth with an O-ring. He heard her giggle as she pulled the straps very tight and fasten straps behind his head. "Babysissy, Goddess has determined that useless sissy will receive fifty strokes today. Sissy useless is your roommate. She will need them and you will administer there to the very best of your ability, as hard as you can. Or else. And I will know. Goddess will know." Mistress Satin looked almost sad as she decreed this. "Nursesissy, you will start by sucking him. Bunny, you will fuck him. And I." Mistress Satin looked down upon the helpless John Phillips. She unzipped her skirt. Her panties were bulging. She stepped out of her panties. Her penis stood attentive, long, shaved, tanned and strong. "Say hello to my little friend." And then it started. Sensory overload. Mistress Satin was forcing him to deep throat. Under the bench, through the hole, Nurse was sucking him fiercely. Bunny was fucking him, though he hardly noticed. Then baby sissy began to whip him. Through his engorged throat, he screamed. Bunny came, leaving droplets around him. Magenta arrived after. "Love me, you useless slut." And she was large and it hurt and she was pounding into him. Whip! Nurse caressed his balls and su