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Silly Rabbit part 5 by Vonya Lee The women are in a great mood but obviously exhausted. While they go wait in the car I wait for their bags. There was a little to much of a 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' vibe to the snickering that was going on for my comfort. Pulling up in front of Candice's place, Sara says to me, "Chris be sweet and carry the bags inside for the girls will you?" "Okay." Driving home we talk. Sara tells me all about her trip. I want to tell her but not now, not unless she asks me for details. Sara asked me nothing specific about my Friday. I'm bursting to confess. I can't stand this guilt. I feel like I'm some Edgar Allen Poe character. I can hear the still beating heart of my terrible deed. Sara looks fantastic. The trip did her some real good. She has a serenity about her. She looks satiated, kind of serene. I hate to be the one to spoil that. "Pull into the garage." Using the garage was excellent for me. Normally my 1972Olds 442 convertible is parked in the garage. I wonder where she moved that to? The garage means using the elevator. I wouldn't have to chug her bags up the backstairs. Taking a look around the apartment Sara says "The place looks fantastic. You really did a great job." "Thank you," I answered from the bedroom as I removed my pants and undies. "Looks like you even did in here. Did you?" "Yes. Yes I did," coming out bottomless from the bedroom. "Come over here and let me take a look at you," she said. I move over and stand before her. She looks at my chastity and smiles. She takes my balls in her hand. Up and down she bounces my balls in the palm of her hand like she was weighing them. I've missed her touch. She gives me a little playful squeeze and says "So tell me about your weekend." "Well what do you want to know?" "Did you have fun?" "I missed you." "Oh you're sweet. I missed you too. Want to see what I brought you? "Sure!" relieved for the change of subject. She bought me three t shirts, kind of odd choices all, but nice. I was grateful for new things to wear. She also had another gift for me she wasn't going to give me yet. That was exciting to hear. After giving me my gifts Sara told me she wanted to lay down for awhile. While she slept, I started unpacking and laundering her things. I was kind of surprised by the number and condition of her sexy undies. Did she bring real clothes with her too? Her cell phone rings and I hear her answer it. I hear hushed tones then silence. Suddenly the bedroom door swings opens and Sara comes out. She's wearing a new plush robe with the hotel spas insignia. "I want the house to myself for a few hours. Here's twenty dollars, I want you to go downtown and go to the movies." "Uh sure honey. I, uh, uh... what should I go see?" I was shocked by her bluntness. "Don't go see something I want to see. I'm not sure what's playing. Go get the newspaper." I hurry off to get the newspaper. This is so strange. I have no idea what's going on. She's never just sent me off before. Did the phone call have something to do with this? What if that was Laura calling? Fuck. I hurry back to the living room and hand her the newspaper. "I know, go see that new Catherine Zeta Jones movie. You know the one where she plays a chef? Go see that one. I'll never see it. It looks awful." "Okay." I hate chick flicks. Am I being punished already? What if she just wants to get rid of me for some reason? Maybe somebody's coming here? Did she meet somebody else? What if it's some guy she met coming over ? Is she going to leave me? She must be getting rid of me for a reason. What if it's Laura and Gwen coming over? Oh man I am so fucked. This is it. I am so fucked. I wish I could ask why. "One more thing. That's the last time I hear the word 'okay' come out of your mouth. You sound ignorant saying it as much as you do. From now on say 'yes miss, thank you miss.' when you answer me. Okay?" "Okay." Whap! She slapped me hard across the face forcing me to wince. "What did I just get done saying?" I hate to admit it but her quick slap made my mistake clear. "Never to say..." almost tripping up again, "... never to say that word again." "And?" "and..." I had to think hard. The phrase! What's the phrase? "...and to always say 'yes miss, thank you miss'." "Is that so hard? Is it so hard for you to show me some respect?" "No miss. Sorry miss. Yes miss. Thank you miss." did I get that all right? "Good, now go and get dressed. Wear the new black t shirt I gave you." "Yes miss, thank you miss." 'How funny is that? I can send him away simply on a whim. I tell him to go to the movies and he goes. Does he try and find out why I want him to go? No, instead he asks me what he should go and see. That's his only question. 'What should I see?' Wow. Is that the power I get in banning the word 'why' from his vocabulary? I wonder. He doesn't really question anything anymore. The only time he asks a question is when he doesn't understand how he is to do something, he never asks why he's doing it anymore. The costume designer idea just came to me. I love it. I think from now on that's going to be one of his new hobbies. He's going to become a huge fan of costume designers. I'm going to make him learn all there is to know about costume design. History, the legends, all the stories. Everything. How gay is that? I might even make him dress and imitate his favorite designers. I could see making him dress as Edith Head for awhile. Wouldn't that be fun at parties? Make him into a little fashion critic. I like making him do trivial tasks, deadens the mind. Look at him! He looks more and more like a fag all the time. The t shirt is a women's large and it fits him like a glove. I can even see his little titties showing. He must be able to tell it's a women's shirt even though I took out the tag. Just look at the neck. When have they ever put a scooped neckline in a man's T shirt? If that isn't a good enough clue there's always the short length, short, short sleeves and a flaring at the waist. A black t shirt with silver sequence spelling out in big shiny letters, 'Vegas baby!'. What straight guy would dare get caught in something like that? Off to the movies with you, little man. I could see the concern on his face when he saw his car wasn't there. He'd look ridiculous driving a muscle car now. Ridiculous. I want nothing to do with it. Certainly not my style. I'm getting thirty seven thousand for it. I thought I'd put the money towards the new BMW I'm getting. Instead though I decided to put the money aside and use it for the surgeries he's going to get. I like the symbolism of that. Use this huge symbol of machismo to finance his feminization. I think he's dumbstruck by the movie thing. Laura's coming over in a little while and I just want some time alone. Maybe I'll make him stay out until morning. That should put the fear of God into him. I'll see what Laura thinks. She's bringing over some edited stuff plus some footage of Gwen fucking him. I can't wait. I am sore from this weekend. Those guys were huge. Dumb as rocks but great fucks. I can't wait until I start getting Chris involved. I can see him on his knees, sucking my stud hard for me. I can't wait. I'll probably never suck another cock again. Why should I when I have Chris?' Hanging up with Sara I let out a sigh. She wants me to see three movies with the money she gave me. I've already seen the first movie. 'No Reservations', Melissa Toth, costume design. I'll have to time the next two right and sneak from one screen into the other. She told me the movies she wants me to see and the start times. I've got to sneak into the third movie about thirty minutes early. Maybe I can hide in the bathroom for awhile. I did it, my eyes are bugging out of my head, but I did it. I saw all three movies. I've been in this theater for almost eight hours and I need air. I just watched 'Bratz', costumes by Bernadene Morgan, and I watched 'Stardust' with Sammy Sheldon doing the costumes. I called Sara from the street outside the theater. "Hi honey, I watched all three movies." "That's great honey." "What should I do next?" "I think you should be back here tomorrow morning at about 10:30. Be at the backdoor, with two orange maple scones from the little bakery on the corner." "Wh...Uh...uh..." Interrupting his awkward stumbles for words he no longer possessed Sara says cheerily"Great honey, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Don't forget the scones. Bye." before hanging up. What? What's going on? She sounded happy enough. What am I supposed to do all night? Where can I go? I'm not going to call Richard and Cheryl. Fuck that. I can't even imagine dealing with those pricks I used to think were my friends. I could go to the club. I'm sure they'd let me in. No it's Monday. They're closed on Mondays. I've got nowhere to go. I've got ten cents left. How am I going to get those scones? Those things are a buck seventy five each. I need almost four bucks. How am I going to get four bucks? I don't have an atm card.. How can I make quick money? Standing there in a slow panic, the answer crashes down beside me. The kid from the theater brings out the trash and I hear cans. I can't believe this. It's the middle of the night and I'm cruising alleys for empties. This sucks so bad. Things smell. People look scary as hell. These little Vietnamese women are vicious about their territory. I'm behind a dumpster digging through a bag when I hear water. I turn around and startle a drunken college kid pissing on a wall. He spins uneasily to face me, still holding his cock and pissing. I gather my stuff and move on. The strangest thought crossed my mind. I'd make a lot more money blowing guys than collecting cans. Yeah right! Like I could ever do something like that. Gives me a chuckle as I look for the alley behind a bar. Makes you wonder just where you're limits are when you're down and out. By daybreak I've scratched together my eighty can and bottles and wait with the dregs of society for the redemption center to open. Flush with my four dollars and quite pleased by my resourcefulness, I head to the corner bakery for the scones. Along the way I clean up a bit in a donut shop bathroom. By ten, I'm at the backdoor with the scones in hand. 'Laura leaves out the front door before I go to the backdoor to let him in. I open the door and cast my eyes down upon a beaten man. He's kneeling. He's on his knees outside my backdoor. How good is that. Even better he's holding a bag from my favorite bakery.' "Why are you kneeling?" "I think you're mad at me?" "Why would you think that?' "Well I couldn't come home last night." "You think that was because I was mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?" "I...I don't know." "Are you saying I get mad for no reason?" "Oh God no! Of course not." "Then if you're afraid I might get mad there must something for me to get mad about right?" "I guess." "You guess? You guess? Which is it then, be clear. You think I might get mad for no reason or for a good reason? Which is it?" "Good reason." "Then just would possibly give me good reason to get mad?" "Something that happened." "Did something happen?" "Yes." "Is that how you should be saying 'yes' to me?" "No. I mean, no miss." "Then tell me what happened." "I'm afraid." "You're afraid? What could you possibly have to tell me that has you so afraid?" "I...I don't know how to say it." "Well you better start by dropping this disrespectful tone with me." "Sorry miss." "Better. Do you want to tell me about Friday night?" she does know. "I am so sorry..." "Are your knees getting sore?" "Yes miss." "Get up and come on in." "So tell me what happened Friday night and take off those pants." I took off my pants as I spoke, "Well I went to the club like you wanted." "Yes," she said as she settled into the deep couch. "Well I was hanging out with Laura and Gwen and missed the last train." "That wasn't too smart was it?" "Well I could have made the train but Laura said she'd get me home." I went to sit next to her but she motioned me to keep my place standing. "Go on." "Well we were in the car and I started feeling carsick." "Carsick or drunk?" she motioned for the bakery bag. "Drunk I guess," handing her the bag with the scones. "Go on," biting into a scone. "Well things get kind of hazy from that point on." "What's that mean?" "I think I blacked out." "You think you blacked out? Either you did or didn't. Which is it?" "I blacked out." "You blacked out. How charming. You get so drunk that you black out in front of my friends. Charming. So is that it now? You're claiming ignorance, really that's the best you can come up with? "I really don't know what happened," breaking down into tears. "You don't know what happened?" "No!" crying uncontrollably. "Would you like me to tell you what happened?" "No." She grabs my chastity and gives it a hard twist. I crumple to the floor in pain. Sara jumps from the couch and climbs on top of me. She sits on my chest, pinning my arms under her legs. "Well too bad. Apparently you were so drunk they were afraid to leave you alone so they brought you home with them. Isn't that sweet? You were so drunk people were afraid for you. Apparently you were all over Gwen, telling her you had a secret. I guess you really want people to know all about your little cage. I wanted to keep it quiet but apparently you had other thoughts. Oh well, I guess people were going to find out eventually. Are you an exhibitionist maybe?" "No miss no. I don't think so." "You must be. You sure were in a big hurry to show Gwen your special jewelry. Must just be another piece of the real you suppressed. I guess getting you into karaoke was kind of fortuitous then. Don't you think?" "Yes miss." "Then say it." "Getting me into karaoke was fortuitous miss." "No not that, the other thing." "I think I'm an exhibitionist miss." "There that wasn't so hard was it?" "No miss." "Feel better?" "Yes miss." "Well my little exhibitionist, this is what happened. They thought you were safely asleep in the living room. However sometime in the night you crept into Gwen's bed. Yes you did. Do you want to know what you did then? No? Too bad. Well Gwen was sound asleep so guess what you do? Go on guess." "Kissed him miss?" "Yes, sort of, but where?" "The mouth?" "Nope much lower." Oh God I was so afraid of this, finally I swallow my pride and ask, "His...dick?" "That's right, his dick. You didn't just kiss his dick though, you sucked it too. You sucked his cock. Isn't that wonderful? I go away for the weekend and you turn into some cocksucking nympho. Feel good did it? Enjoy it? No? After you sucked him hard you spooned with him and before he knew what was happening he was fucking you." I curl into the fetal position sobbing. "Stand your ass up and stop that crying you fucking little pussy. How dare you. Don't think you're getting any sympathy from me, you little bastard. Take off that shirt too. You don't deserve to be dressed before me. I want you standing naked before me." 'Oh my God this is making me so wet. He's a broken man. We've done it. We've completely broken down this man. This is so fucking real. Look at him sobbing. He can't even look up from the floor. No ego. None. He's a foot taller but he seems a foot shorter. He's dead scared of me. He looks so thin at 160lbs. I've taken 65lbs off of him. I can really see it when his chest heaves when he's crying. I can see tits too. Little bitty ones but they really are getting obvious. I hadn't noticed how much bigger his nipples are too. God what a rush. I own him. He's even getting hips. I want him hippier, much hippier. I want a much bigger ass too. Maybe get him cheek implants. Give him a bubble butt. Oh God I'm cumming.' I've never been so afraid in my life. I struggle to my feet, fighting back my tears. She's quiet. Real quiet. I want to look up I just can't. I can't do it. What if she's staring at me ? What if she catches me looking at her? She'll kill me. I can't look. Finally she speaks "What am I going to do with you?" "Please miss I..." "Be quiet," cutting me off cold. After another interminable wait, "Are you gay?" "No! I'm not! I swear! I'm not! I'm not gay!" "Don't get excited. You did suck a man's cock you know. You know what they call most men who suck cock? Gay. Uh huh, that's right sweetie. Gay. And what is with this disrespectful tone?" "Sorry miss. No miss I'm not gay miss." "Better. Now how can you say you're not gay?" "Because I don't even remember anything about what happened. I really can't. I thought I was going home. I remember getting into the car but not much after that. I was looking for you. I must've been so drunk I thought Gwen was you. I was out of my mind missing you. I can't stand it when you're gone. I miss you so much." "Excuses. What would have happened if you weren't wearing your chastity? Have you even thought of that? Now do you see why the chastity is necessary? Do you?" "Yes miss." 'Even I have to say that is so sweet. He really does love me. He needs to for all of this to work. In my own way, I love him too.' I stand while Sara plays with my cock and chastity. Finally I get the courage to speak, "May I speak miss?" "No." Well that was that. Sara looks up at me and I look down at my feet, "All you're going to do is say how sorry you are. Why I should forgive you. How you'll never do it again. Wah, wah, wah. Isn't that right?" "Yes miss." "Meaningless blather. So no you may not speak. Learn to listen more and speak less. "Yes miss." "I'm not putting up with your wandering bull shit that's for sure." "Yes miss." "Left to your own devices, you make a royal mess of things don't you?" "Yes miss." "I don't think you can be trusted on your own, do you?" "No miss." "No you can't. You need to stop pretending that you're capable of taking care of yourself because you can't. You can't do it. You've proven it your whole life over haven't you?" "Yes miss." "You do much better under my guidance don't you." "Yes miss I absolutely do." "How do you think should make all the decisions in your life, you or me?" "You miss." I know it's what she wants me to say but it's true too. "The only way I will ever be with you ever again is if I have absolute control. I make all decisions. No exceptions." "Oh yes miss!" "You better think long and hard about what you're saying." "I'll do anything. Please miss." "You need to start proving both your sincerity and your devotion." "How miss? I'll do anything. Anything you ask." She stands up and walks to the bathroom. Returning she walks right up to me and hands me tweezers. "I don't understand?" "Prove to me you really want my forgiveness. Take these tweezers and pluck your eyebrows." "I don't understand miss." "Many cultures where their shame for all to see. That's a sincere apology. That's what I want from you. I want you to take these tweezers, find yourself a quiet mirror, and start plucking." "I have to pluck my eyebrows? I d..." Whap! Sara slaps me hard across my left cheek. Hard. "That sounded very close to a why and you know what happens when you ask me a why. Now what do you say?" "Sorry miss." "If you want me to take you back, you're going to have to pluck your entire eyebrows clean. You can't get them waxed or shaved either, I'll be able to tell. If you want back here you'll be at the back door at eight tonight with a freshly plucked brow line. One hair and your done. You don't have to do it thought. Just don't be at the door at eight. That's all. Come back at ten and the concierge will have a large suitcase with some of your things. The rest I'll put in storage in a couple of days. It's that simple. Prove you want my forgiveness. Or prove you don't. It's up to you." Wandering down the street I'm wondering where I can have a little privacy with a mirror. Even thought I'm going to have to get bye without eyebrows for awhile, I'm going to be able to prove myself to her. I know I'm going to regret this but right now I'm totally psyched. Where can I go? I get an idea. The bathroom of the local library might work for me. It's pretty dead in there. Off to the library I go. Ouch! One by one I start pulling out my eyebrow hairs. Damn this sucks. Ten minutes into my private torture when the first interruption occurs. An odd man shuffles in and looks me up and down. I pretend to be washing my face and leave the bathroom. I wait in the stacks for about twenty minutes before going back in to the bathroom. My brow is burning. Ten minutes in and the same guy is back. He lingers at the entrance, freaking me out. I leave the library with the job not yet half done. I try a few places but they all have to much foot traffic. I wander into the hospital and look for a quiet floor to do my work. I use three different bathrooms, changing every time I was interrupted. This hurts so much in a kind of annoying way. I don't remember it hurting so much last Friday. I thought I'd taken off so much then I had no idea how much more I had to lose. I'm finally done. Smooth. Not a hair on my brow. Now I can see. Wow. Unbelievable. What a difference. I look like a freak. Sara's going to be so proud of me. 'Back when Gwen was Glen, he was a corporate lawyer specializing in contractual law. She now limits her practice to doing legal work for our little circle of friends. How wonderful having a devoted slave who happens to be a gifted litigator. She's been invaluable for my businesses. The contract Chris is going to sign has been reduced to small, yet legal size print. Chris is farsighted. The document legally reduces Chris to my ward. I have the right to make all legal, financial and medical decisions. I will have full power of attorney in all matters. He renounces any and all claims to any of my personal fortune and accepts complete responsibility for all of his outstanding bills. He agrees that if I want him to leave he will leave with one suitcases packed by me, and renounce claims to any and all property in my possession. He's agreeing to fully comply with any of my choices for elective surgeries. He's my six foot Barbie doll now. He's agreeing to a lifetime of chastity for himself and a lifetime of limitless sex for myself. He accepts that it his short comings that make this necessary. He waives all claims for compensation for our film. Furthermore he signs the waiver allowing us to use his image for commercial gain any way we see fit without any promise of compensation for himself. On and on it goes. Gwen double checks to make sure every contingency is fully covered. When she's done proof reading she'll do the document reduction. Eight on the dot and I'm kneeling outside her backdoor. Light floods the dark hallway and I see Sara in silhouette. I stare down as she takes hold of my chin and lifts my face. Turning my face back and forth she examines my work. "Very nice, very nice. I like this, don't you?" "Yes miss." "You don't sound very enthused." "Yes miss! I love it. Thank you. Thank you miss." "You can come in." I stand and enter the kitchen. "Take off your clothes and fold them." "Yes miss." "There's no turning back from here, you know that right?" "Yes miss. I just want to be with you." "I will ask you once more, you do know what you're committing to?" "Yes miss I do. I need you to take control of my life." "What kind of control?" "Absolute control miss, absolute control." "Then you certainly wouldn't mind signing a little contract for me. You know like the one I had you sign after the bachelor party. Remember?" "Yes miss I do." "So then you have no problem signing something?" "No miss of course not." "Good then come with me to the living room." I stopped stunned seeing Laura and Gwen sitting in the living room. "Oh honey don't you remember telling me you're an exhibitionist? Surely you don't mind Laura and Gwen being here do you? You certainly didn't mind Gwen the other night. Gwen? How was he by the way?" "He was good, a natural. Are you sure he's never done that before?" "Well that's what he's told me but I'm starting to have my doubts. Did you hear that honey? Gwen thinks you're a natural. Was that a natural cocksucker or a natural fuck?" "Both!" all three enjoy a laugh at my expense. "I'm starting to think that's probably true myself," says Sara I felt so naked and small. "Chris, Gwen has the document I want you to sign, Feel free to read through it if you'd like." In my naked shame I walk up to Gwen. "Here Chris I can answer any questions you might have. It's all pretty straight forward." handing me a sheet pf paper. As I'm trying to focus on the small print, Gwen reaches out and caresses my ass and upper leg. I jump. "Chris do you wax? You're so smooth." "Yes, yes Sara waxes me." Continuing her caresses she addresses Sara, "Big difference the waxing. He's got nice smooth skin." "Here that Chris? Gwen has given you a compliment." "Thank you Gwen." "You're welcome. Any problems?" indicating the paper I held in my hands. "No it's fine." I wasn't able to read a single line. Handing it back to her. "Good, then we just need your initials here," offering me a pen and pointed to a spot on the document. "Here?" "Yes, and then we need a full signature here." It's surreal. Somehow I feel normal standing naked, waxed smooth and wearing a male chastity going over some kind of paperwork with a drag queen. I feel simpler. I feel religion. Sara has released me from burdens I never even knew I carried. She has stripped me bare. She's right, I shouldn't worry if her friends see me naked and humiliated. I sign where she points and I'm done. I know I shouldn't but I still do feel so funny having other people involved. I don't care though. The one and only thing that matters is Sara taking me back. The paper circles the room. Sara, Laura and Gwen all sign as well which I thought was odd. Gwen takes the paper and slides it into an envelope. "Chris come here," says Sara "Yes miss." "Are you ready to become all I want you to be?" "Oh yes miss." Sara grabs my chastity hard and twists. "Owww!" doubling me over. "Do you think you're my equal?" "No miss!"' "I can't hear you." "No miss no! I'm not your equal! I'm not! You're my better! Please!" "Do you think you're Laura's equal?" another twist. "No miss!" scrunched in pain. "That's right. How about Gwen?" "No miss." Giving me a tight, hard twist and release, "That's right. You're not." I can't breathe. I can't stand upright. I can't believe she just did this right in front of Laura and Gwen. "Laura do you see what I mean about his size?" "I do. He's tiny isn't he?" "Tiny. He isn't just stubby, he's as skinny as a pencil too. You know how some guys might be short but they're nice and thick? Not Chris he's neither, No girth at all. Fucking Chris is like fucking air. There's nothing there! Look at it up close Laura. Gwen you've seen more than you're share of cocks check out Chris and tell us what you think. Chris go show Laura your little prick." I dutifully and shamefully trot over to Laura. I hate all this attention. I know I'm small already. Laura takes my cock in her hands, twists it back and forth to take a closer look. "It's cute in a weird way, like a perfect miniature of a real cock. I've never seen one this small before. You can't even call this a cock. It's a cockette, not a cock. I mean really Gwen would you call this a cock?" "Let me see," Gwen joins in by taking hold of me from Laura. "No I wouldn't call this a cock. I'm sorry Chris, I really am, but that's not what I'd call a cock. It's cute but it's no cock." I couldn't believe I was being critiqued like this. I was mortified. They kept talking about my genitalia like I wasn't even attached to it. I was fading out of the conversation, just drifting "...a cock is something men have, of a minimum size necessary to satisfy women. A cock is an absolute measure of manhood. How would he breed with this little thing. How would he compete with other men? Especially when every things out in the open. No way. His gene pool is in trouble. Really.This couldn't possibly be used adequately to satisfy a woman. So how can it not be a measure of his manhood?" The tears that had been welling broke free. I started sobbing " How did you put up with it as long as you have? Gwen show us yours." "Wasn't easy. I faked it a lot. See it just goes to show you what an ass Chris is. I put up with his failures in bed and he goes off and cheats on me. Is he an asshole or what? I put up with that," pointing derisively at my chastity, "and how does he repay me?" "You're too good for him." Gwen pulls up her dress and pulls down her panties to proudly display a solid eight or nine inch cock. "Now that's a cock. Thanks Gwen. Gwen gets close to what?" "Ten inches." "Ten inches hard and thick too." "That's a cock, not this." "Sara you're right, this is no cock. This is a cockette. Men have cocks, sissies have cockette's. Chris here has a cockette. Last time I saw something like this it was on my nine year old step brother. This is a little boys pee pee, this isn't a man's cock." "You're so right. Chris, did you know that you're the smallest man I was ever with?" My head hung low with shame. "The thirteen year old I lost my virginity to in summer camp was bigger than you. You see those cocks in the videos. Those are cocks. Laura's right, you don't have a cock do you?" "No miss." "No Chris you certainly don't." "Men have cocks Chris. If you don't have a cock, can you truly be a man?" "I...I don't know miss." 'Sure you do Chris, it's easy. Just follow the logic. Real men have cocks right?" "Yes miss." "You don't really have a cock do you?" "No miss." "What do you have?" "I have a pee pee miss." "That's right you have a pee pee, and a pee pee is no cock is it?" "No miss." "No it isn't. So then it is true that you do not have a cock isn't it Chris, you've a cockette?" With great shame, "Yes miss." "Well if all real men have cocks and you don't have a cock can you be a real man?" "No miss...I...I guess not." "Right! But that's okay honey, there's no point in pretending to be something you're not. Maybe you're just a sissy." "Sara I don't think Chris should be allowed to call his little thing there a cock. That's lying." "Laura's right. We wouldn't want you to lie Chris. How about he calls it what it is, his little pee pee?" "I like that. His little pee pee. How about 'cockette' as the proper?" "Well Chris, sounds like we have some new household rules to go over. How do we help you learn the new house rules?" "With a spanking?" "Right, with a spanking." "Are we going to learn the new rules right now?" begging with my eyes for her to please say no. "I think right now would be just fine, don't you?" "Yes miss." "Good, then you go to the closet and get out the box of paddles, alright?" "Yes miss." I learned all sorts of new house rules across the laps of all three women. Laura's paddling taught me that I had a pee pee, not a cock. Gwen used a hairbrush to teach me how wrong it was to think of myself as an equal. Sara tied me to the heavy coffee table and whipped the lesson of my failed manhood deep into my flesh. Finally I'm cuffed into the leg spreader, my feet spread about shoulder width. My wrists are cuffed to my ankles, forcing me to bend at the waist to 90 degrees. I waddle awkwardly from one to the other, fully exposed asking for a beating. The girls certainly didn't hold back either. I feel really small having to thank Laura and Gwen for paddling me. Humiliated in my bondage. I can't even begin to describe the relief I feel in having Sara take me back. I couldn't even imagine life without her. I best keep on my toes not to be put out again. I'm sure the next time is forever. Still though my ass is crying out in pain. After tiring of teaching me all the new rules, they decide to go out for a drink. Not me. I'm still tied into position as they get ready. I'm afraid to ask out. Sara comes up behind me and starts rubbing my red hot ass. It hurts at first but quickly turns pleasurable. Soon she's pulling my ass cheeks apart and starts spreading lube on my ass. She eases a very lubed finger up into my ass. Slowly she starts sliding her finger in and out. "Do you like that?" "Yes miss." "Good." She keeps fingering me for a moment. "You'll like this even better." She pushes a second finger inside my ass and keeps fingering me, now with two fingers. In and out she goes for a minute before asking, "Do you like this better?" "Yes miss." "Good." She pulls out her fingers and then I feel something hard and smooth start pushing in. She slides a six inch vibrator inside me and turns it on. "Now I'm going to release you from the spreader but you have to keep the vibrator inside you. You do want to keep it inside you don't you?" "Oh yes miss I do." lying through my teeth. She releases me and walks me over to a high back chair and helps me sit. I sit gingerly with the vibrator buzzing inside me. Sara and Gwen tie me into the chair, and just like that they're gone. I'm sitting in the dark, tied to a chair, with a vibrator running inside my ass. God, I am so lucky. I'm in a dream like state when I hear the keys in the door. How long has it been? I'm not sure. I'm horny as hell from this vibrator and I haven't been able to do anything about it. I think I did cum. I hear laughing and giggling before the light goes on. My eyes begin to adjust to sight of four people in the room. There was another woman in the room. A big girl with long black hair worn with a kerchief , I think she has dread locks. What's going on here? They all seem pretty buzzed. "Oh my lord, you weren't kidding." "No we weren't kidding." Everyone kind of laughs. I'm not sure if I should speak or not. Sara says to me "Did you have a fun night?" "Yes miss I did. Did you?" "Yes sissy we did. We met a new friend tonight, Karen. Karen why don't you come and say hello to Chris?" The girl comes up to the chair. She's speechless with an ear to ear grin. I'm sure she's in shock with what she's taking in. I'd say she's late twenties, heavy tattooing, some piercing's and yes, long black dreads. "Hi." "Hi." "I can't believe you've got a man tied up here in your living room." "That's not all. Chris tell Karen what that humming noise is." "It's a vibrator up my ass." "A what!?" "A vibrator. I have a vibrator running in my ass." While Karen lifter her chin from the floor Sara spoke to me. "Chris would you like me to remove the vibrator?" "Oh yes miss please." "What you don't like that I let you have some pleasure while we were out?" "Oh no miss! I loved it thank you." "Then why do you want it to stop?" "No miss I don't. I love feeling it so much. Thank you." "Then why did you say you wanted me to remove it?" "I'm sorry miss. I misspoke. I was wrong. I'm sorry. Please don't remove the vibrator. Please?" "Very well. I have something else for you to try. It's a new collar. Would you like to try it on now?" "May I please miss?" "Very good. Yes you may." Sara took out a large collar from her bag and wrapped it around my neck, pulled it tight and locked it into place. The collar was stiff and very long. My neck was stretched and my head and chin forced up. I couldn't really move my head much at all. As the four of them chatted and drank, I couldn't help notice Karen and Sara together. "Chris would you like to know what Karen does for a living? She's a tattoo artist and piercer. Isn't that cool?" "Yes miss that's very cool." "We thought it would be fun to have Karen come over tonight and hold a little private piercing party. Wouldn't that be so much fun?" "Yes miss, so much fun." "Good because she's going to start with you. Is that alright?" "Oh yes miss, of course," dreading what I was hearing. "Good, Karen I want you to start on his ears. Three down here on the lobe, one two, three. Then I want one up high, up here in the cartilage. Same on both sides." "Hold still this won't be too bad," says Karen Bam, bam, bam my ears were burning and she was done. "What next." she said to noone in particular. I got pierced a total of twenty one times. Aside from my ears I got my right brow pierced, my left nostril pierced, my tongue twice, my right lower lip, both nipples, my belly button, my cock, oops, my pee pee's head with a Prince Albert, a frenum piercing on the underside and two hafadahs on each side of my little sack. Finally I got a quiche piercing as well. In between my piercing's Sara got her belly button. Gwen got a hafadah, and Laura got her nipples pierced. I'm not sure which hurt more the ones on my pee pee or the ones in my mouth. I couldn't see what was going on at my crotch. I could only feel the needles slow push threw my flesh. I think the mouth ones were more terrifying. The tongue was horrible. She used some kind of dental mouth stretcher to open me wide. Using some kind of locking forceps she clamps my tongue. I'm helpless in seconds. Twisting my tongue to demonstrate, Karen explains how she's going to do a double piercing on my tongue, but rather than the traditional straight line, she's going to put them side by side. Reasoning side by side should be more effective when performing oral sex on either sex. I thought the 'either sex' remark was just insult to injury but what could I say she was literally holding my tongue. God they hurt so much, I cried. Even worse I thought was my lip. The lip felt like she was pushing through with fire. The vibrator came out when I got the quiche piercing which was just fantastic. Sara spoke "Everyone is staying over tonight Chris. Go and make sure the spare room is all set for Laura and Gwen. Karen will be staying with me in the master bedroom and you can make up the couch for yourself. Now what do you need to say to Karen?" "Thwank you tho much Karen. I weally like all my new piercing's. Thwank you tho much. You did thuch a wonderful job." My tongue was swelling. "Tell her you're sorry you couldn't take it like a man and had to cry like a little girl." "I'm thawwy I couldn't take it wike a man and had to cwy wike a widdle goyl I am tho, tho thawwy for that." barely able to speak. "Now go get the beds ready." 'Karen left early, Gwen and Laura are gone too. I feel really good. I had a fantastic time last night. I can't help but feel like gloating about how things are turning out. Just look at Chris. Look at him, he's half way to faggot and still he somehow doesn't see it. I think about my parents passing away and how amazingly liberating that was. I was a born pagan born into a strict Catholic family. I never bought into the Catholic ideas of what was right and what was wrong. Still I lived under their own particular moral world view. I remember when I was a little girl I loved torturing the boys. What was wrong with that? I was told it was wrong but I never believed it. Morality is completely subjective. If I want to torture boys and boys want to be tortures what's wrong with that? But instead I'm supposed to believe it's immoral for two people of the same sex to love each other? Who is it that's really perverse? I want to be treated like a queen, what's wrong with that? Revenge was the reason I picked Chris, but revenge isn't why I want a sissy slave. I would have found someone else if it hadn't been Chris. I'm glad it is Chris. Just look at him, naked smooth as a baby, piercing's everywhere, a more definite female shape emerging, making me my coffee. Last night was important to start getting him used to the idea of me sleeping with other people. Karen's going to be a very helpful person to know. I can't believe how good I feel! I feel like a Roman Empress, before all this nasty bull shit Christian nonsense poisoned the world. I am my own morality. I am moral. Fuck them who say otherwise. This is pure evolution. This is the strong surviving. I am strong, Chris is weak, of course he should fall under my control. This is just natural, that's why I don't feel at all bad about doing this to him. Not a single iota. Evolution baby. This is just as much his destiny as it is mine. As he brings me my coffee I realize what is missing, heels. He should be walking in heels. I'll have to make sure Gwen gets him several pairs when they go shopping today.