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The Silken Illusion Part One Mrs Parsons parked her silver Mercedes people carrier in the private car park behind the Silken Illusion boutique. It was nearly 1.50pm. Her appointment was for 2.00pm. Punctuality was just one of this beautiful woman's many virtues. For someone watching her arrive, it would have been difficult to see anything out of the ordinary. A casual viewer may have been impressed by the spectacle of Mrs Parson's generous form as she climbed from the vehicle, particularly the long, black nylon sheathed legs that ended in a pair of strikingly high-heeled court shoes. But they would have seen nothing more extraordinary, unless they had moved closer, close enough to stand beside the plump beauty as she slid back the rear passenger door. Then they would have seen something very unusual. For on the back seat, wiggling and squealing, was a strange and highly animated parcel, or rather a pink satin sack with two white nylon encased legs tied very tightly with pink silk ribbons at the ankles, knees and thighs. The sack was in fact a specially designed pink satin body bag, its leg sections and neck heavily be-frilled with layers of elegant white lace. It was arm-less and tightly secured via a series of large pearl buttons that ran along the front, from just above the crotch area right up to the frilled neck. And rising from a small, velcro-sealed whole in the crotch area was a narrow silver chain that ended in a pink leather leash attached to the head rest of the driver's seat. And, as a final touch of elegant perversity, the unfortunate inhabitant of this bag had his (or maybe her) head covered with a matching pink nylon stocking hood. Mrs Parsons leaned into the car and began to ease the leash from the headrest. The secret viewer would have been treated to the teasing spectacle of this gorgeous woman's very plump but still shapely backside straining against the black and white checked material of her knee-length Prince of Wales skirt as she freed the leash and gave it one very hard, angry tug. The unfortunate parcel - her captive - unleashed a pained, muffled cry and then fell silent. Mrs Parsons stretched a little further forward and untied the silk ribbon binding the human parcel's ankles. Her large, perfectly formed breasts, wrapped tightly in a cream-coloured cashmere sweater, pressed against the white nylon sheathed lap of the captive and a very male moan of helplessly intense pleasure leaked from behind the nylon hood. She then tugged on the leash and ordered her captive out of the car. Close analysis of the hood would have revealed two wide, tear stained eyes covered in opaque pink nylon, eyes filled with genuine horror. A muffled squeak of fear issued from a mouth sealed by a thick strip of tape, behind which was hidden a very special and mouth filling gag: a pair of Mrs Parson's pretty white silk panties, worn the day before and now teasing her poor captive's mouth with her most intimate and womanly of flavours. The captive shook his head and the squeak became a sustained squeal of terror. Mrs Parsons tutted loudly and gave a very long and even harder tug on the leash. A further squeal of very real pain followed and then the captive began to edge his way along the seat. "You'll be spanked until your bottom turns the colour of a ripe cherry for that," Mrs Parsons snapped, her beautiful ice blue eyes filled with a strange mixture of genuine anger and haughty amusement. She hauled her captive to the end of the seat and lifted him out of the car, carefully helping him to balance on the smooth tarmac of the car park, a process complicated by the fact that his feet were sealed in a pair of pink patent leather ankle boots with fierce 4 inch stiletto heels and his knees and thighs were still tightly tethered. Mrs Parsons quickly closed the side door and locked the car. She then tugged on the leash once more and led the unfortunate, desperately tottering human parcel off across the car park. A stunning, plump blonde, her thick, gleaming hair bound in a tight bun by a diamond studded clasp, Mrs Parsons was, without doubt, a very impressive figure. As her heels struck the ground and echoed across the tarmac, her determination was obvious. The poor captive tottered along behind her, dragged forward by the leash, squealing into the tightly sealed gag and hood. Eventually, Mrs Parsons arrived at a pink coloured metal door built into the side of a large, Victorian building, the trade entrance to the Silken Illusion. She pressed the black plastic buzzer by the side of the door. Almost immediately there was a loud click and the door opened inward. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led her helpless captive inside. Within seconds they were in a long corridor bathed in soft pink light, its floor covered in a thick white carpet, its walls decorated with elaborate pink silk and velvet streaked wallpaper. There was a very strong smell of roses and a strange, beautiful music was playing at low volume. They came to a white door and, just as Mrs Parsons brought her helpless charge to a halt, the door opened and the owner of the Silken Illusion, Alicia Kane, stepped out into the corridor. "Glynis!" Miss Kane exclaimed. "How wonderful to see you again." The women embraced tightly and then Ms Kane stood back to admire the unfortunate captive. "And this, I assume, is Frilly." The captive moaned with a terrible humiliation, his eyes wide through the thick nylon, beholding this startling woman with a terrible fear and an even more terrible desire. Ms Kane was a tall, very beautiful red head. Over six feet in striking five inch, stiletto heeled pumps of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a black ankle length skirt and a beautiful, semi-transparent white silk blouse with grey pearl buttons. Her striking red hair was bound in a precise, carefully platted ponytail and her large, emerald eyes were filled with a wicked amusement tinged with sexual excitement. Indeed, as she beheld 'Frilly', her large breasts rose and fell with a particularly sexual rhythm and her tongue glided with sensual grace across her full, cherry red lips. "He looks absolutely lovely! You've obviously spent a lot of time getting him ready. I particularly like the hood. And he's got gorgeous legs. What fun we're going to have!" Mrs Parsons smiled. "He really didn't know much about it. I used your sleeping drug in a glass of wine last night. He was out for 12 hours. Plenty of time to get him ready. The real fun was when he woke up bound and gagged in this outfit. He's been rather concerned ever since." Ms Kane laughed loudly. "I bet. And he'll be even more concerned when he finds out what we've got planned for him." The beautiful red head stared straight into Frilly's eyes as she said this, her gaze full of sadistic desire. Poor Frilly whimpered with a heart stopping terror. "Well, we're all ready for him inside." Ms Kane disappeared back into the room. Mrs Parsons tugged on the leash and led a terrified Frilly to face his strange and terrible fate. The room they entered was in fact a reception area for what seemed to be a much larger space beyond another doorway. There were red leather seats set against a far wall and opposite them a reception desk. The door through to the next room was covered by a thick velvet curtain. Mrs Parsons, following Ms Kane, parted the curtain and led Frilly into the next room. Frilly squealed with fear and anger as he was pulled into a large, oval room. The first thing he became aware of was the sound of women talking and laughing. Then, through the pink nylon haze that had been his companion since waking up in this outrageous attire five hours before, he began to make out the owners of the voices. Beside Mrs Kane, there were four other women, all mature, all very attractive. The youngest appeared to be in her late 30s, the oldest in her early to mid-fifties. They were standing by what appeared to be a large, circular stage that was positioned in the direct centre of the room. And on the stage were four other figures, each a clue to Frilly's bizarre future. "Ladies, your attention, please," Ms Kane said loudly, drawing the women away from their animated conversation and towards the striking owner of the Silken Illusion boutique. "Our last guest has arrived." Ms Kane then proceeded to introduce Glynis Parsons to the warmly smiling women. Mrs Parsons returned the smiles, stepped forward and gently shook hands, her eyes moving with a helpless distraction towards the stage. "And this," Ms Kane continued, "is Frilly. Formerly Freddie, her stepson." The eyes of the other women turned towards poor Frilly, eyes filled with a dark, malicious amusement, eyes that devoured Frilly's delicately feminised form with a sadistic hunger. Yet Frilly, despite the awful embarrassment of this introduction, was as distracted as his step-mother. He found himself staring up at the stage in utter horror and also beginning to understand a little better what Ms Kane and his lovely guardian had planned for him. For on the stage were four young men attired in even more outrageous costumes than that containing Frilly; four simpering, wide-eyed and clearly terrified sissy boys standing nervously to an uncomfortable attention; four very pretty, ultra-feminised pansies dressed in astonishing costumes chosen from the vast wardrobe of Ms Kane's infamous Silken Illusion catalogue. "I see Frilly is rather taken by the other sissy boys," one of the other women teased. Mrs Parsons smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure he is. And who can blame him." "In that case, let's start off with some introductions," Miss Kane said. "We'll begin with Tinkles." At the mention of his name, the sissy boy at the far end of the row of four stepped forward. This pretty apparition was dressed in a powder blue dress covered in a series of heavily be-frilled hoops that ran from the very high, button-up neck down to the very short but wide and petticoat laden skirt. Indeed, due to the many layers of white net petticoating shot through with hundreds of gleaming silver stars, the skirt virtually exploded upwards at a ninety degree angle to reveal a pair of lovely white silk bloomers running down to just above the sissy's shapely knees. His long, feminine legs emerged from the bloomers be-frilled edges sheathed in a sheer blue nylon that matched exactly the colour of the elaborate, gorgeous dress and tapered down to a pair of white, calf skin ankle boots with striking five inch stiletto heels. And on top of this gloriously kinky confection, there were a number of further sissy refinements: a pair of finger-less, powder blue mittens made from the same expensive, flawless silk as the dress; a lovely powder blue satin bonnet, whose thick side panels were secured by matching silk ribbons bound in a very tight and fat bow at the poor sissy's dimpled chin, and, tied in place over the unfortunate young man's mouth with more powder blue ribbon, the heart shaped front piece of a large dummy gag. Tinkle's face was painted a shining snow white, with an exact circle of blue rouge on each pale cheek. Matching eye shadow highlighted two fear stained and desire filled pale blue eyes, and from beneath the frilled edges of the bonnet carefully manufactured blonde ringlets were clearly visible. Tinkles tottered forward with tiny, ultra-feminine steps and performed a deep curtsey. As he did so, poor Frilly noticed his erect sex outlined along the silken length of the bloomers and felt a sense of utter dismay. This was because ever since he had woken from his drugged sleep to discover himself in tight, inescapable sissy bondage, he had been painfully stiff, his sex a piece of angry steel pressing desperately against the tight embrace of the silk body bag. Worse still, the world he was viewing through the unyielding nylon hood was alive with sexual meaning and feeling: he had never felt so deeply and totally aroused in his whole life! And yet, at the same time, he had never been so utterly and terribly humiliated and angry! And it was this bizarre collision of desire and anger he saw in Tinkle's tormented eyes and fierce, unforgiving erection. "Next up is Fifi," Ms Kane announced, once Tinkles had risen from his deep curtsey and stood with his legs tightly together, and his arms at his side, his hands held at a dainty ninety degree ankle to create a posture of complete feminine submission. Fifi was a vision of stunning hot pink. He minced forward on feet imprisoned in 6 inch stiletto heeled pumps of pink patent leather, each toe adorned with a silver butterfly that glistened in the pale afternoon sunlight streaming through the large, frosted glass windows of this bizarre hall of humiliation. His long, very shapely legs were sealed in semi-opaque pink nylon tights covered in tiny silver stars. He wore a very short, pink satin dress with inches of light pink shaded frou-frou petticoating rustling sweetly beneath the skirt. This petticoating was also dotted with hundreds of tiny silver stars. The dress was a spectacular confection of sissydom, with a very high, heavily be-frilled, button up neck, shimmering, puffed arms ending in wide sleeves ringed with even more pink lace frills, and a wide, pink leather belt with a large circular white metal buckle. His hands were sealed in finger-less, pink rubber gloves and attached via leather shackles fixed to his wrists and by slender lengths of silver chain to the belt. His ankles were also similarly shacked and a length of chain attached to each shackle ensured the tinniest and sissiest of steps. Over the dress had been placed a lovely white pinafore also heavily be-frilled and tied in place at the base of his spine with a huge, ultra-dainty bow. Like Tinkles, his face had been painted a gleaming, enamel white, giving him the appearance of a gorgeous living sissy doll, and his cheeks had been decorated with very exact circles of pink rouge. His striking pale blue eyes were filled with the same mixture of fear, desire and anger that seemed to mark all the captives of the Silken Illusion. A large, very ornate pink satin bonnet had been secured over his apparently shaven head, and, also like Tinkles, tied in another fat bow via silk ribbons at his dimpled chin. A thick length of pink tape had been spread every exactly over his lips, securing in place what seemed if his bulging cheeks were anything to go by a particularly fat gag. Fifi performed a deep, fear-inspired curtsey to reveal pretty white silk panties, outlined tightly against which was another very angry erection. A tear of utter humiliation trickled sadly from his left eye and ran across the enamel surface of his face and poor Frilly moaned with a terrible fear in his own fat gag. After the lovely and helpless Fifi came Candy. Frilly beheld this new sissy spectacle with shock and deep, disturbing arousal. He fought the desire the sissy inspired, but his sex now had a life of its own, and he was as much the prisoner of this imposed desire as he was of his gorgeous, scheming step-mother. Candy was dressed in a white, satin panelled basque, with matching nylon tights and knee length white kid leather boots with cruel 6 inch stiletto heels. His long tanned arms were sealed in shoulder length white glace gloves (also finger-less). Unlike Fifi, he had a very full head of hair: beautiful, thick honey blonde locks sculpted into a starling sea of elegant waves and held in place by a wide white silk ribbon tied in a delightful sissy bow at the top of his head. His full, perfectly formed lips were painted a glistening strawberry, and his face was covered in the second skin, snow white foundation. There was no rouge, but there was pale blue eye shadow. Around his slender, pale neck was a white silk choker with a sparkling circular ruby at its centre. Yet this glorious attire was not the main focal point of his sissyfication. This was because at the lower front of the basque, Candy's very considerable and violently hard sex rose up from a small, heavily be-frilled hole. As he tottered forward, the impressive organ, which was tightly wrapped in white rubber sheath and secured with silver cock rings at the base of the shaft and also around the scrotum, dangled before him like a totem to sissy desire. Just below its bulging, angry head, a leather shackle had been fitted, and attached to this was a tiny silver chain. The chain led to a small metal clip fitted to the front of the basque. This allowed his sex to be held upright at a ninety angle and to prevent it wobbling uncontrollably as he minced along on his fiendishly high heels. Candy was, by far, the prettiest of all the sissies, and, unlike the others, he appeared far less concerned about his humiliating attire. Indeed, in his large blue eyes there appeared to be a look of very real and fierce sexual excitement that transcended the forced look in the eyes of the other sissies. And as his hyper-eroticised gaze fell upon poor Frilly, there was a look of instant and deeply disturbing sexual attraction. This look was made more apparent by the fat pink rubber ball gag that was stretching and filling his pretty mouth, and which was tied very tightly in place with two lengths of pink leather strapping buckled at the base of his very slender and thus girlish neck. After Candy came Poppy. In many ways, Poppy was the most radically dressed of all the sissies. Her colour was lavender and her material was rubber. She wore as pair of knee length rubber pantaloons of shimmering latex. Her legs beneath the pantaloons were sheathed in white nylon stockings, and her feet were sealed tightly in a pair of 3 inch heeled court shoes made from lavender dyed leather. Above the pantaloons, which were very tight around the crotch and buttocks and which quite deliberately revealed a large, hard sex and a very pert and helpless sexy bottom, was a strange rubber blouse with a high, lace be-frilled neck and large white buttons that ran its whole tight, shimmering length. The sleeves, also befrilled, were secured by smaller buttons to a pair of finger-less, matching rubber mittens. His mittened hands were tied tightly behind his back with white silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows, a particularly efficient and painful form of bondage that poor Frilly was also enduring beneath the satin body sack. Poppy's head was completely shaven and painted the striking snow white that adorned all the other pretty sissy captives. A large white silk scarf covered virtually the whole of his face beneath his eyes and was tied in a very fat and tight bow at the base of his neck. The scarf hid what his bulging cheeks and wide, helplessly aroused eyes indicated was a very fat gag. Indeed, of all the sissies, Poppy appeared the most angry at his fate and as he stepped forward he emitted a squeal of outrage. It was then that one of the women also stepped forward. A tremendously handsome, very plump brunette dressed in a high necked white silk blouse and a long black velvet skirt, her ankles sheathed in black silk hose, her feet resting in 5 inch stiletto heeled mules of gleaming black patent leather. She had the air of a beautiful, stern school mistress and when she shouted "Poppy, be quiet!" the room echoed with a terrifying authority that poor Frilly found both frightening and strangely arousing. Poppy's eyes widened with fear and he fell silent, staring angrily at his heeled feet. He looked both bizarre and, almost despite his appearance, lovely. A strange doll sheathed in tight, lavender- coloured rubber. Frilly noticed that the object of Poppy's fear was not so much his gorgeously ample mistress, as the strange metal box she had pulled >from a pocket in her shimmering velvet skirt, a box with a small plastic dial at its centre. A sense of true dread washed over Frilly as he pondered the nature of this mysterious device. Poppy was the last of the sissies on the stage. Yet there was one other feminised male in the room who Frilly became aware of only when the fierce-some Ms Kane sought to discover whether Mrs Parsons required a drink. When his step mother said yes, Ms Kane snapped "Daisy!" Then, from the gathering of women, a maid emerged, a creature much different from the other sissies. Indeed, to describe this being as a "sissy" would have been quite wrong. For Daisy appeared to be a rather beautiful young woman, with a highly erotic figure and an utterly feminine demeanour. Noticing Frilly's eyes widen through his stocking hood, Miss Kane smiled cruelly. "Daisy was once a sissy like you, Frilly. And like you, and the rest of the sissies here today, she initially fought her transformation. But using proven methods of humiliation and discipline, not to mention a particularly varied and outrageous sissy wardrobe, she was made to see the error of her ways. Indeed, in the end, she knelt before me and begged to be properly feminised. And in the end, each of you will beg your mistresses for the same fate." Daisy, whose strawberry blonde hair was bound in a tight bun with a butterfly-shaped diamond studded clasp, was dressed in a stunning yellow maid's dress of beautiful Italian silk. With long, be-frilled, puffed sleeves, a very short skirt resting on a delightful nest of frou-frou petticoating and a very high, heavily be-frilled neck, the dress was a masterpiece of ultra-femininity and submission. Tied over the dress was a cream-coloured pinafore. Both the dress and the pinafore appeared very tight. Frilly knew this was quite deliberate: for the effect of this tightness was to reveal her spectacularly erotic figure to full and highly arousing effect. Daisy beheld Frilly with large, pale blue eyes filled with sexual excitement. Yet there was no anger in these lovely orbs; indeed, the beautiful maid seemed not only deeply aroused, but also very happy. Frilly stared at Daisy's large, helplessly heaving chest and felt his cock stretch even more painfully. Suddenly all he wanted was to have this divine creature. This need was made worse when Daisy curtsied deeply before Mrs Parsons, revealing long legs sheathed in sheer white nylon, feet sealed in stunning, 6 inch stiletto heeled white leather pumps and a pair of ultra-frilly white silk panties. And straining against these lovely panties was yet another angrily erect cock. "Yes, Daisy appears all-girl, but at heart she remains a sissy. She has undergone a thorough transformation, but is in essence a she-male slave. As you will be, eventually, my pretty petal." Concern filled Frilly's nylon covered eyes and he moaned fearfully into his fat gag. He turned toward his stepmother and she returned his panic stricken gaze with a look of steely certitude. Not only was he to be sissified, but along with the other poor unfortunate captives of these dominant women he was to become a she-male! He turned and looked up at the other sissies, stood neatly in a line, paraded and pathetic, bizarre and strangely beautiful. All of them accept for Candy moaning with humiliation and fear, their eyes filled with a petrified despair laced with a furious and utterly unforgiving desire. As Daisy served Mrs Parsons a glass of golden Chardonnay, Miss Kane elaborated on the training regime that awaited Frilly. "The initial training period is six months. Twice weekly training sessions will be held at the boutique, plus there will be extensive, expert assisted home training. During this period Frilly will be utterly transformed to a very high standard sissy house boy. He will endure constant and detailed humiliation. This will include various forms of intricate and painful punishment for the slightest misdemeanour. He will also be subject to extensive bondage and isolation therapy. He will be trained in the proper feminine deportment and presentation essential for a sissy slave, including extensive training in dress and make up. He will also be instructed in domestic and sexual skills by Daisy and others. After this initial period, he will undergo extensive testing to ensure that he meets the fundamental criteria for further transformation. If he's passes, we will begin the process of physical and mental transformation into a full-blown she-male. If he fails, you will agree to his full sex change and permanent babyfication. This will involve a special brainwashing process that will leave him with the mind of a two year old girl and the savage and unforgiving desires of an adult male. The permanent transformation will be undertaken abroad under the direction of a foreign collector, who happens to be a very close friend of mine. She is very cruel and utterly perverted. As agreed, in the unlikely event that the feminisation process fails, you will not receive a refund." Mrs Parsons nodded coolly and smiled very slightly. "As we agreed," she said. Frilly continued to stare at the gorgeous Daisy with terror-laced desire. This was what he was to become. And, to his horrified surprise, even as he realised his fate, he felt a dark sexual excitement flow through his already partially feminised body. "Good. Then let's get started. Follow me." The striking figure of Ms Kane strode off across the wide, oval room. Mrs Parsons, momentarily surprised by the rapidity of Ms Kane's departure, tugged violently on the leash. Frilly squealed with shock and pain into the pungent gag and tottered after his beautiful, wicked and utterly determined step mother, taking the dainty tiny steps demanded by his leg bondage and the testing heels, his bottom wiggling helplessly, his eyes pinned hungrily to Mrs Parson's large, beautifully formed backside and long, black nylon sheathed legs. As he minced across the room behind his gorgeous, buxom stepmother, he was aware of the eyes of the other women and sissies burning into his helpless feminine form. At first, he thought they would be following, but it soon became apparent that they had other, equally perverse chores to attend. Eventually they came to another door at the far end of the room. Ms Kane pushed it open and marched inside and Mrs Parsons followed, dragging a bewildered and terrified Frilly behind her. This room was much smaller, yet, in some ways, even more frightening. The first thing Frilly noticed was that the floor was covered in a thick, waterproof carpet of white rubber, which immediately dulled the percussive click of his pretty, high heeled boots. The room was perfectly square and windowless. It was lit by a single, pink tinged strip light. Two of the white painted walls were bare, but two held rows of shelving loaded with a variety of what Frilly immediately realised were the deeply disturbing tools of sissy transformation. Frilly stared at the shelves with wide, fear filled eyes through the slender film of soft pink nylon that was currently defining his reality so totally. He beheld strange rubber tubes, coils of white rope, thick rolls of pink and white duct tape, silver surgical instruments (including a large, evil-looking syringe), adult-sized baby bottles, nappies and dummies, one row filled entirely with tall silver spray cans, ball gags made from rubber and sponge, leather collars, silver chain leashes, fingerless mitten-like gloves of pink and white latex rubber, long, metal tipped bamboo canes and a collection of vicious riding crops. A cornucopia of utter perversion that made his sissy heart race with terror and the darkest of desires. In the centre of the room was what appear to be a long, rather short red leather gym horse resting on four, thick wooden legs. Attached to the base of each leg was a matching red leather shackle. Against a far wall was a long and very ornate dressing table. Made >from a highly polished white wood and with a large, very beautiful oval mirror at its centre, the wide top of the table was covered with an elegant jungle of jars, perfume sprays and lipsticks. Against one of the other bare walls was a large, long, white wooden wardrobe, and close to it was what appeared to be an adult sized baby's high chair, strapped into which was another of the Silken Illusion's pretty and utterly helpless sissies. Yet this was truly a sissy in peril, for he was squealing desperately into a heart shaped pink dummy gag and tugging angrily on the thick pink leather shackles that held his mittened wrists to plastic arm rests and white nylon sheathed ankles to the two front legs. "Take no notice of Bonnie," Ms Kane said, a cruel smile lighting up her lovely face. "I'm afraid he failed the final examinations and is being shipped off to Miss Silkov's private hospital for full physical transformation and mental conditioning. By the end of the week, he'll be the newest exhibit in her collection." A wave of utter horror washed over Frilly as he realised the terrible truth of Ms Kane's earlier threat, a truth made appallingly apparent by the dainty, struggling figure of Bonnie. Ms Kane had told them to take no notice of the pathetic, yet also strangely beautiful figure, yet both he and his buxom step mother couldn't avoid studying this stunning, deeply distressed creature. Bonnie was dressed in a hot pink baby girl's dress, which was extremely short and rested on a thick nest of white and pink net lace petticoating, through which a pair of cream coloured plastic panties were very apparent. Over the intricate dress had been tied a white silk pinafore. Across the centre of the chest was a large red heart, the middle of which was written in white silk the words 'Pretty Baby Bonnie'. Bonnie's rather beautiful face was painted alabaster white. The huge, heart shaped plastic plate of the dummy gag obscured his mouth completely, but his eyes said all that needed by be said: gorgeous, pale blue and tear flooded orbs filled with a pure terror that seemed to add in some dark sadistic way to Bonnie's considerable sissy beauty. His head was contained in the soft, but inescapable embrace of a very elaborate pink silk bonnet, tied in place at his dimpled chin with a fat silk bow, and from beneath the frilly edges of the bonnet heavily curled blonde ringlets were clearly visible. His long, feminine legs were sheathed in fine white nylon tights that flowed seamlessly out from beneath the net petticoating to a pair of very pretty pink silk booties tied in place with two more thick silk ribbon bows. Yes, he was stunning, and his fate was to be terrible. And to his horror, Frilly found himself deeply aroused by the thought of Bonnie's impending and very permanent transformation. "And this," Ms Kane continued, "is Onanda Erickson, Bonnie's mother." It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere. A tall, very full figured woman; a short haired brunette with honey brown eyes filled with a frightening self-assurance. Standing well over 6 feet in a pair of 3 inch stiletto heeled court shoes of gleaming black patent leather, she was dressed in a crisp, snow white silk blouse and a tight, black and white checked skirt that came to just above her knees, her long, beautifully shaped legs sheathed in black nylon. Yes, she was a truly impressive vision of dominant womanhood. Ms Erickson beheld Frilly with calculated interest and brutal contempt. "A new toy?" she asked, her voice edged by a light Northern European accent. Ms Kane smiled. "A new recruit. And a new member." She gestured towards Mrs Parsons. Onanda's gaze then fell upon Mrs Parson's generous, sensual form and a darker, sex-fired light entered her strikingly dark, almost glowing eyes. She held out her hand and Mrs Parsons took it with a hint of hesitation. "It's very nice to meet you," Onanda said. "I hope he turns out better than Bonnie." Mrs Parsons held Onanda's hand for perhaps a little longer than was necessary, her hesitation clearly dissolved by a growing interest. "I'm sorry he let you down," Mrs Parsons said, tuning to look at the struggling, squealing form of poor, pretty Bonnie. "Don't be. He deserves everything that is about to happen. He was a pain as a son and made a pretty awful sissy, despite his naturally feminine looks. There is too much of his useless father in him." Then she stared down at Frilly. "This one looks promising." Frilly felt the dark sadistic interest in her voice brush against his hot, nylon sealed cheek like a knife. His erection tightened. "Hopefully," Mrs Parsons said. "Although, I think I could use some help." Ms Kane, who had been watching this exchange carefully, intervened. "Perhaps Onanda could help. I'm sure her experiences with Bonnie would prove invaluable for the home training elements of our sissyfication programme." Ms Erickson smiled gently. "I'd be happy to help." Mrs Parsons returned her smile and then turned to Frilly, her eyes filled with mischief and a clear, rather intense arousal. "Yes, I'd very much appreciate your assistance." Frilly looked up into Ms Erickson's eyes and confronted a new vision of his sissy future. The potential for the cruel and unusual was all too apparent in her dark, teasing look, and a quiver of strange and deeply masochistic desire shot through his aching, permanently hard sex as he considered what lay ahead. "Would you stay while Frilly is prepared?" Mrs Parsons asked, an almost girlish tone of expectation in her husky, always terribly sexy voice. A gentle, very beautiful smile crossed Miss Erickson's soft, blood red lips. "Of course. We have an hour before Bonnie is shipped off, and I'm sure he'd enjoy watching Frilly being prepared for his new life." In response, poor Bonnie squealed with an even greater fury into his fat dummy gag and Miss Erickson burst out laughing. Bonnie shook his head with a terrible desperation, tears continuing to stream from his terror widened eyes and over his alabaster coloured cheeks. At that point, the door opened and the beautiful, elegant and incredibly sexy Daisy tottered sweetly into the room. She wiggle-minced up to Ms Kane and then performed a deep, panty flashing curtsey before her stunning, regal mistress. "Help Mrs Parsons undress Frilly and then begin the denuding." Daisy curtsied her understanding and turned to face a stunned, tormented Frilly. Poor Frilly's eyes filled with an inescapable and blatant desire. Through the shimmering film of strongly scented pink nylon that provided such an intensely fetishistic filter for the incredible events unfolding before him, Frilly could see that Daisy was truly gorgeous, a perfectly formed beauty with the pneumatic figure of a fifties sex goddess. Her large, sparkling blue eyes were filled with the almost painful arousal that Frilly had noticed in all the sissy captives of the Silken Illusion and her full, glistening, strawberry- coloured lips were curved into a smile of promise and strange reassurance. She took two tiny steps forward. Her pretty petticoats rustled, her large breasts bounced ever so slightly and her powerful, sweet rose perfume teased Frilly's nylon sheathed nostrils. "Keep still, Frilly. I won't hurt you if you're a good girl." Frilly's eyes widened with further surprise: Daisy's voice was that of a child mixed with the silky tease of a call girl. High pitched and soft, yet also dripping with a knowing sensuality. Daisy leaned forward and began to loosen the large pearl buttons that ran down the front of the tight, tormenting body sack. As she released the buttons, her eyes never left Frilly's stunned gaze. The novice sissy moaned helplessly into her fat, pungent gag and, in between returning Daisy's frank, hungry look with one of confused embarrassment and desire, he filled his stunned, beautiful eyes with the generous and hyper erotic vision of Daisy's impressively real and very considerable bosom. As the buttons were loosened, it became apparent that Frilly was naked beneath the body sack. A slightly cruel, but also sexually charged smile crossed Daisy's sensual mouth as Frilly's flat, nearly hairless chest was revealed. Poor Frilly moaned with a furious pleasure and dreadful humiliation as Daisy worked her way towards the sissy's slender, girlish waist and the secrets beyond. Eventually, the thick nylon waist band of the tights that so sweetly imprisoned his long, feminine legs was revealed. Daisy smiled and whispered a hoarse, sex edged 'lovely' as she reached the final button. She pulled back the silken edges of the body suit to reveal the full, tormented length of Frilly's surprisingly large sex trapped beneath the sheer film of scented white nylon. A gasp of deeper, harsher pleasure slipped from Daisy's mouth. "My, my," she whispered. Smiling and obviously curious, Onanda Erickson stepped forward and peered into the body sack. Her eyes widened and she unleashed a strange, staccato laugh that mixed mockery with reluctant admiration. "He's certainly well-endowed." Mrs Parsons blushed and nodded vaguely. Onanda Erickson straightened and set her frank gaze upon Frilly's gorgeous stepmother. "Haven't you ever been tempted?" A lock of genuine shock passed across Mrs Parsons' face and a wicked light filled Ms Erickson's icy gaze. What no one had mentioned was the way Mrs Parsons had decorated her stepson's sex. The painfully hard member was sheathed in a white nylon stocking bound tightly in place with a thick pink silk ribbon wrapped tightly around his bulging, straining balls. Also ignored was the perhaps more striking fact that the chain leash used to keep Daisy under control was attached directly to the wide, hard shaft of his sex via a tight leather band, the chain itself running down through a small, carefully cut hole in the gusset of the tights. After contemplating this bizarre and highly erotic display for a few more seconds, Daisy eased the loosened body sack over Frilly's shoulders and let it fall down to just below his nylon enveloped waist. Daisy then lent forward again and removed thick silk ribbons that were loosely binding Frilly's lower thighs and ankles. It was then relatively simple to ease the soft, shimmering body sack down his nylon sheathed legs. Frilly stood before the women in only the tights and the testing, high heeled ankle boots. With the body sack removed, a new level of cruel restraint was revealed: his arms had been pulled behind his back and bound tightly together with more pink silk ribbons at the wrists and elbows. Ms Erickson giggled cruelly and whispered something in Mrs Parsons's ear. The plump, beautiful blonde blushed and stifled a helpless laugh. Daisy pulled open the waist band of the tights and eased the leather band (which was actually sewn across the chain leash) over the bulging head of Frilly's large, nylon wrapped cock. Frilly watched this new humiliation with wide, terror-streaked eyes, and as soon as Daisy's hand slipped over his cock, he let out a squeal of genuine outrage cut through with immediate and almost unbearable sexual arousal. "Be quiet you naughty girl!" Mrs Parsons suddenly snapped. She stepped forward and applied a hard, very painful slap to Frilly's delicately hosed thighs. Frilly squeaked with shock and discomfort into the panty gag and tried to control himself as Daisy pulled the chain through the gusset hole in his tights and then set about pulling the tights down his beautifully shaped legs to his ankles. Then she knelt down before him once again and, with glace gloved hands, carefully and patiently untied the ribbon lacing that held the delightful and ultra-feminine pink leather ankle boots so tightly in place. Frilly stifled a further moan of desperate sexual need and fear as Daisy gently eased each boot off his small, always feminine and now nylon wrapped feet. He was then ordered to step out of the bunched tights. Daisy, a vision of summer yellow and rich cream, her heart stopping gaze returning momentarily to Frilly's straining, so very desperate cock, placed the gleaming sado-erotic boots at her side and rose with a balletic grace back to her own very high heeled feet. Her eyes filled with an aching need, her lips glistening with sex anticipation in the soft, pinkish light of the room, her large, tightly restrained breasts heaving desperately, she smiled softly and began to free poor Frilly's angry, hungry cock from its delicate nylon and ribbon prison. Frilly's eyes filled with the tears of profound, soul crushing frustration. He fought girlish wiggles and a panty gagged cry of ecstatic surprise. Daisy, her smile now in some way harder, crueller, picked at the ribbon bow with blood red nails, pinching the stiff, boiling flesh of Frilly's impressive sex more than once. A tear trickled down his hot, pink nylon sheathed cheek and a bitter laugh of cruel pleasure shot from Ms Erickson's sensual mouth. The ribbon was released and the stocking gently, teasingly slipped >from the cauldron heat of Frilly's tormented sex. And it was now that poor Frilly knew he was most under threat; for the urge to come, to spurt hot spunk all over the gorgeous she-male Daisy was momentarily quite irresistible. His pleading, nylon sheathed eyes turned to his beautiful, plump and utterly merciless step mother. "I know, Frilly," she said, her voice deep, hard, determined. "But if you come, it's all over. If you can't demonstrate this most basic level of self-control, it's all a waste of time and money. If you come, I can guarantee you will be joining Bonnie." Even with this terrible threat hanging over his stocking sealed head, he was still very close to exploding; indeed, on one very dark level, his stepmother's threats, delivered in her always sexy voice, seemed to increase his fierce sexual arousal. But then the stocking was pulled free and, momentarily, he was freed >from the agonising ecstasy of Daisy's teasing attentions. Daisy stood back and examined Frilly's form with wide, excited eyes. "Leave the stocking hood for now," Ms Kane said. Daisy curtsied and wiggle-minced back towards Frilly. She moved behind the pretty sissy and untied the ribbons binding his arms. Frilly sighed with relief into his pungent, intimate gag and awaited Daisy's next move with desperate ambivalence. "Place your arms at your side, my sweet." Frilly obeyed without hesitation. He stared down at his straining, naked sex, with its long, hard crimson shaft and bulging, almost purple head. There was some embarrassment, but mainly there was just dreadful sexual ache. Despite everything, Frilly remained deeply aroused. Indeed, he had never felt an arousal like it before: a body and soul consuming need that acted like a hood, a sheer nylon hood, no doubt obscuring all rational thought and fear. He looked up at Mrs Parsons, his gorgeous, buxom, step mother, a woman he had always been attracted to, a woman who, despite her general coolness to him, had always been an object of intense sexual interest. He looked into her piercing blue eyes and saw a dark and heartless fascination. Her bloody lips curved into a cruel smile and her eyes fell upon his enraged sex. Then her smile widened, a smile that held the secrets of a powerful and twisted imagination. Daisy wiggle minced over to the shelves holding the strange and disturbing tools of feminisation. Each step was a teasing caress. The skirt of the yellow dress was so short that her heavily be-frilled silk panties were always visible through the fine lace mist of petticoating. The panties were very tight and provided a beautifully exact outline of the plump, perfectly formed globes of two erotically dancing buttocks, two nylon and silk wrapped peaches - sweet, forbidden fruit. >From a middle shelf she selected a silver canister. She smiled to herself, turned and tottered back towards Frilly. Despite a dreadful trepidation, his desire remained intense and unavoidable, and his eyes once again fell upon Daisy's impressive, helplessly bouncing bosom. Daisy drew to an elegant halt before Frilly, the can raised in her right hand, a gentle and reassuring smile lighting up her beautiful face. "It'll sting a bit," she whispered, "but beauty always has a price, my pretty flower." Frilly's eyes widened. "Get on with it," Ms Kane snapped. Daisy sprayed a fine white, cherry scented mist across Frilly's chest and stomach. The spray was cool and there was at least initially no discomfort. After the chest and stomach, Daisy set to work on the rest of Frilly's body below his neck, covering every inch with the spray and wrapping him in a damp feminine miasma. Within a few seconds he was completely enveloped. His eyes darted between Daisy as she moved around his naked body and the three beautiful, determined women who were overseeing this drastic and apparently permanent transformation. His heart pounded with fear, eroticised anticipation and an angry sexual arousal made strikingly apparent by his almost painful erection. Daisy told him to spread his legs. He obeyed hesitantly and then the cool pray kissed his buttocks and inner thighs. He squeaked with shock and a helplessly perverse excitement. Then the gorgeous she-male reappeared in front of him, her dazzling smile touched by a finger of concern. "It will begin to test you in a little while, my sweet. But you must be strong." Frilly stared at Daisy with a mixture of intense attraction and fear. He nodded weakly. Daisy minced back towards the women, curtsied deeply before them (revealing more of her beautiful, heavily be-frilled white silk panties in the process), and turned back towards Frilly. Frilly looked at the women and their lovely she male slave. He knew sometime terrible was about to happen. Yet even with this knowledge framing every thought, he found himself filled with desire for the women and Daisy. His eyes caressed their splendid, elegant forms and surrendered to the absolute inevitability of their power over him, a power born both out of the grim reality of physical control and the far stronger truth of a fierce sexual enslavement. Then he began to feel a strange, slightly irritating tingling, a sudden breeze of pins and needles that followed exactly the course set by the spray can's misty jet stream. His eyes widened with surprise and the women's smiles widened with cruel impatience as the tingling seemed to deepen and turn into something else: almost a scratching, a heated sandpapering of his already soft, girlish skin. Soon the heat was much stronger, a burning that inspired increasing panic stricken moaning, terrified, pink nylon sheathed eyes and an emerging ballet of desperate wiggles. Within a few minutes, tears were trickling from his eyes, he was squealing angrily and desperately into the fat, inescapable gag, and he was hopping about like a lunatic puppet. His reaction inspired laughter and clapping from the three women and a look of genuine concern from the lovely Daisy. And as his discomfort turned into a true, unavoidable pain and his squeals became cries of utter despair, small, sparkling tears began to trickle from Daisy's eyes. And just at the point where poor Frilly thought he could bear no more, where it was as if his body was being consumed in terrible, sizzling fire, Ms Kane ordered a clearly relieved Daisy to apply the body wipes. Daisy rapidly returned to the shelves and retrieved what at first appeared to be a pile of small, white towels. As Frilly hopped and squealed before her, she laid the towels on the floor before him. Between his agonised wiggles and bounces, the helplessly, hooded sissy managed to see that the towels were in fact large white squares of some strange glistening fabric sealed in transparent plastic wrap. Daisy carefully unwrapped the first "towel" before Frilly's wildly tormented eyes. She then stepped forward and wiped the towel, which was damp, warm and teasingly soft, across Frilly's tortured chest. Almost immediately there was a reduction in the infuriating burning, a reduction that became noticeably greater as the gorgeous she-male widened the arc of the towel down to his stomach. She used a second towel to wipe the spray's savage irritant impact from Frilly's long, helplessly feminine legs and feet, kneeling with grace and care before carefully picking up each small, girlish foot and applying the healing balm spread so mysteriously across the towel's cream coloured surface. In a few minutes, Daisy managed to wipe clean virtually every part of Filly's infuriated and deeply pained anatomy. Except for his long, hard, crimson-headed cock. For some reason, Daisy ignored this last outpost of pain with a cruel and eroticised indifference that smacked of sadistic deliberation. So, although the pain was reduced, it was also greater; for now everything was concentrated on his still violently erect sex. Tears continued to flow from his pretty, sky blue eyes and kittenish moans of distress continued to fight their way past the thick, tight tape sealing his soft, ruby lips so effectively shut. "You can finish him off," Ms Kane then said. Daisy nodded and performed a dainty bob curtsey. She then tottered sweetly forward, smiled modestly at the intensely irritated and aroused Frilly and then, once again, knelt before him. She wiped the irritant film from his stiff, boiling cock with a teasing arc that left poor Frilly on the edge of a savage orgasm. "Remember," his stepmother whispered, holding his terrified, sex framed gaze. A terrible punishment would follow what then seemed an inevitable ejaculation. Daisy teased the bulging, bloody head of his cock with the warm towelling and then set to terrible, expert work on his fat, aching balls. Then, just as he was sure a volcanic eruption of hot, uncontrollable spunk was about to spurt with black animal power from the shark eye of his cock, she removed the towel and sent him plunging into a paradoxical darkness of stunning relief and terrible frustration. Then there was a final, almost overwhelming sense of relief that was both a pure pleasure and a terrible truth. The veil of identity is so easily destroyed by the brutal fact of physical being, whether pain or desire. The weaknesses of his identity, already so significantly threatened by this deeply perverse feminisation, had been further stressed by the absolute power of his suffering and the need to escape it. Yet if this thought was yet another simple, dreadful humiliation, the body that remained after the application of the spray was an even greater one. For as the powerful sense of relief faded, he became aware of the strange and shocking effect of the spray. His entire body was now a bright pink and entirely hairless! His skin tingled not unpleasantly and his sex strained even more furiously forward, its bushy pubic hair base having been completely removed. The women nodded and smiled. "The spray contains a chemical that destroys not only the hair, but the hair roots," Ms Kane explained, clearly enjoying this new development. "You will no longer grow any body hair." He looked down at his rather absurd form through the nylon stocking hood and moaned sadly. The denuding was permanent a dreadful but also highly effective symbol of his now inescapable feminisation. "Remove the hood and finish the job," Ms Kane snapped. Daisy smiled shyly and bob-curtsied. She then stepped forward and very gently eased the hood from Frilly's hot, teased head. The cool air of the changing room washed over his face and he felt new, terror-framed relief. His heart pounded as the gorgeous she- male, her large, silk and satin encased breasts brushing teasingly against his baby smooth and ultra sensitive chest, her cool, minted breath caressing his hot, crimson cheeks, pulled the thick tape from his girlish lips and extracted the soaking, pungent panty gag from his tormented mouth. He stared into her huge blue yes and felt himself lost in an ecstatic abyss of desire. His aching, arched cock rubbed against the edge of Daisy's infinity of frilled petticoating and a sigh of utter pleasure slipped from his freed mouth. Frilly watched, sex enraged, as Daisy covered two of the wipes in the denuding spray and began to use the first wipe to very gently clean his checks and neck, her eyes constantly locked into his stunned, furiously desiring gaze. Within seconds the terrible tingling was moving across his face like a plague of red ants and quickly transforming into a real and painful burning. Luckily, he was prepared for the spray's impact and withstood the two minutes before Daisy wiped it away with clean wipes with a fortitude that clearly impressed his gorgeous, cruel-eyed captors. Then the ordeal, or rather this part of the bigger ordeal, was over. Stunned and humiliated, yet also increasingly excited by this humiliation, he stood before the women and Daisy and knew this was truly only the beginning. His slender, feminine form, denuded and tingling, his skin now coloured a deep sissy pink, was presented naked and stunningly vulnerable. His achingly hard sex rose up before his beautiful female captors with a singular and inescapable confession of desperate need. "Bring him to the horse," Ms Kane snapped, inspiring another pretty, panty flashing curtsey from Daisy. Daisy led Frilly towards the red leather gym horse. As she did so, Ms Kane took the large, sinister syringe Frilly had noticed earlier >from the shelves. She held it before the wide eyed sissy and smiled as its long, wicked needle gleamed in the pink light. "The sex drug," the lovely, shark eyed redhead purred, her cool, sensual voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "An essential tool in controlling the novice sissy." The syringe was filled with a strange, almost luminous creamy liquid and Frilly stared at it with a renewed, yet still sex-edged terror. "It is essentially a powerful sex hormone stimulant that ensures high levels of permanent sexual arousal. It also significantly heightens sexual performance. Combined with our training regime, it helps ensure compliance and, eventually, total acceptance in the male of feminisation." Ms Kane stepped forward. "Lean over the horse, my pretty," Daisy whispered. Frilly turned to stare at her and his large, hard cock brushed once again against the soft winds of her ornate, elegant petticoating, his lovely girlish eyes field with a desperate pleading. "Now," Daisy stressed, her pretty voice suddenly filled with genuine threat. Frilly turned back towards the horse, looked over at his smiling stepmother, and then nervously leant over the facing side of the leather horse. Almost immediately he felt Daisy's hands around his ankles, pulling his legs wide part and forcing his arms to stretch out in a straight line along the horse to maintain balance. He felt his ankles pulled with surprising strength into the shackles and quickly, tightly imprisoned. Then, inspiring a sudden, deliciously tingling shock and deep, helpless arousal, Daisy's sex gloved hands were once again slipping over his sex and pulling it gently into position beneath the body of the horse. He squealed with a terrible, soul destroying pleasure as his cock was locked inside its own leather shackle, a wicked device attached to the smooth, cool underside of the horse's thick tubular body. Yet this was not the end of this particularly perverse and paralysing bondage; for as soon as his ankles and cock were secured, Daisy tottered around the horse so that she was standing immediately in front of him. He found himself staring directly at her perfect, white nylon sheathed legs and wanting her with an even greater and totally unreasonable intensity. She took his wrists and began to pull his body forward up over the horse. He gasped with surprise, both at her strength and at the disorientation created by suddenly being pulled forward over the horse. He cried out with genuine fear as his arms were pulled down the outer side of the horse so that, eventually, his fingers were only a few inches from the rubberised floor and his stomach was stretched flat against the top of the horse, thus creating an aching tension as his legs were stretched and his sex was pulled painfully tight by the cruel leather shackle that held it so firmly and perversely in place. Daisy knelt down in another explosion of petticoats and pretty silk knickers. He tried to lift his head up and, momentarily, their eyes were locked once again. "Just relax," the she-male beauty whispered. "Accept." He tried to follow her advice, but when she then proceeded to lock his wrists in the two shackles attached to the legs on the front side of the horse, he found himself spread-eagled with a fierce tightness across the body of the horse, his arms and legs pulled wide, his face upside down and forced to behold the humiliating fact of his cruelly imprisoned sex. The sense of exposure and utter helplessness was now at its strongest. His buttocks felt spread by some vicious clamp, but this was only the effect of the pressure being applied to his pulled apart legs. He sensed Daisy step back from the horse. Then the gleaming black patent leather, stiletto heeled court shoes of Ms Kane came into his line of sight. She was standing directly behind his so terribly exposed buttocks. He felt his anus twitch and his heart speed up. "How long will it take?" he heard his stepmother ask, her voice filled with sado-erotic expectation. "Oh, only a few minutes," Ms Kane replied, amused and darkly aroused. He watched the glamorous, intensely sensual bottom half of Ms Kane step forward to within a few inches of his helpless, exposed rear end. The erotic sweetness of her expensive French perfume teased his fear-flared nostrils and his erection strained desperately in the cruel shackle. Then there was the concentrated and sharp pressure of a metal point being pressed deep inside his right thigh, only a few centimetres from his testicles. His cry of shock and anguish heightened considerably when the sharpness suddenly increased in intensity and the needle punctured his skin. For a sickening few seconds he could feel cool metal inside his body as the creamy sex drug fluid was pumped into a vein and began to spread throughout his tethered, feminine form. Then the needle was removed and he sighed with relief and gratitude. "I suggest we fix the plug before the full impact is felt," he heard Ms Erickson say. "Yes," Ms Kane replied. "Good idea. Daisy!" He was aware of more movement. To his left, where the women were gathered, he could hear a whispered conversation between Ms Erickson and his step mother that ended in an intimate and meaning filled laugh. He saw Daisy's striking white stiletto heels pass behind him again. Then a small metal table on gleaming silver wheels was pushed into his line of sight. There was a snap of rubber, the sound, he thought, of latex gloves being pulled over human skin. Then there was a shock even greater than the cruel kiss of the syringe. A rubberised finger suddenly slipped into the dark space between his buttocks and pressed firmly into his anus. He let out a loud squeal of horror and tugged painfully on his bounds, thus stretching his cock even more severely! "Shut him up," Ms Kane snapped. A hand suddenly grasped his head and pulled it up. He found himself facing another pair of very shapely, black nylon sheathed legs. Then something was stuffed deep into his mouth, something soft and silky and filled with a familiar musky taste. Then something equally soft was wrapped around his head to hold this new gag firmly in place and his head released. He moaned into the gag and quickly realised a still warm pair of panties, with the crotch section exposed, had been stuffed in his mouth and tied in place with a nylon stocking. His cock, so cruelly tormented, stiffened and a sudden sense of the most extreme and delirious sexual arousal crashed over his prone form. He squealed with a helpless and furiously pleasure. "Hurry up, Daisy. It's taking effect." Ms Kane's sexy, husky voice, filled with teasing mischief, was the voice of a sex angel. Suddenly the world had become overwhelmed by a consciousness of constant and unbearable erotic potential. He felt the finger slip out of his arse. Yet within seconds it had returned, this time covered in a cool, thick gel. He screamed into the pungent gag as the finger began to line the walls of his anus with the gel. This was pleasure on the verge of an ecstatic agony made worse by the fact that the finger moved gently, lovingly, teasingly. Frilly, a 16 year old virgin, had never felt an intimate sexual caress other than from his own hand. He had never felt or even been close to a woman's body. And so this was his firstly genuinely sexual communication with another human being, with the gorgeous she- male beauty Daisy. Then the finger eased out of his arse once again and he released muffled pleas for its return. The women's laughter filled the room, a divine sex music that vibrated against the bulging head of his tormented cock like a sweet sonic kiss. But this was only the beginning of a new, astonishing stage of his transformative, ultra- erotic ordeal. For within seconds of Daisy's latex sheathed finger leaving his newly enlivened anus, there was something harder and more determined replacing it, pushing firmly against the tender edge of his arse. It was broader than the finger, yet with a clearly pointed tip. His squeals increased in volume and amazement as the tip was edged inside his anus and then firmly pushed into the very heart of him. The pressure was determined, yet not extreme; this was a gradual process of systematic penetration that left him wiggling and screaming helplessly into the intimate, unyielding gag. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of being gradually split in two, a profound, sado-erotic sundering. He felt the cool, plastic thing work deeper into him; he felt his buttocks pushed apart; he felt the kiss of some slick, cold sex tool drill into his body and open up undreamt of potentials for physical pleasure. Then there was a sudden, heart stopping pain: the plastic burrowing thing had reached an obstacle his arse would stretch no further. He heard Daisy sigh with effort and frustration and mutter a sweetly voiced "oh dear". He actually tried to force his legs further apart to accommodate this strangely beautiful intrusion. "Push harder," Ms Kane snapped, her harsh voice filled with cruel determination. There was hesitation then the sound of a hand striking nylon sheathed flesh. "Harder!" Ms Kane cried, her voice filling the room with a raw electric energy. Then there was more pain. A solid, blinding pain that produced instant tears and the highest pitched sissy squeal imaginable. He knew he would be seriously injured, that things had gone too far, that there would be an ambulance and a much more precise and de-sexed humiliation. But then, to his amazement and deep relief, there was a sudden give, a collapse of all resistance, and the intruder slipped deep inside some long hidden cave of tender sissy flesh. Suddenly he was filled to overflowing, suddenly the plastic thing was locked deep, firmly and very erotically inside him, as if it was now part of the very essence of his physical being. He felt his body instinctively relax and was immediately aware of the potential of the intruder. His arse stretched, the walls of his anus teased, he experienced an immediate and intense sexual thrill of a magnitude much greater than the teasing intervention of the rubberised finger. He moaned with masochistic abandon into the gag and felt himself consumed completely by the erotic truth of physical existence. "Good," Ms Kane whispered, her voice filled with arousal. "Now we can move on to the restrainer. Get her up." Hands were suddenly at his ankles, freeing them from the unyielding leather shackles. He sighed with relief as the tension stretching his hard, angry, desperate sex was lessened. Then his wrists were freed, and he felt a hand slip beneath his stomach and begin to help him upright. In the fifteen or so minutes he had been secured so firmly to the horse, his arms and legs had gone quite numb, and as Daisy helped him onto his feet, he began to sway precariously, his sissy form now made of weak, pathetic