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NORMAL STANDARDS Part I By all normal standards my marriage is good... in fact it is better than good, but to say that it is perfect would be an overstatement. After five years, things naturally settle, routines are formed. Lust and adventure evolve into love and respect. Sex has become infrequent and when it does occur it is quick and to the point. Inside of me there is still a need for adventure with desires that have only barely been scratched even during the honeymoon years of our marriage, a submissive streak that runs deep. So it was natural that I would try to find an outlet to express these desires. An outlet that would not threaten my relationship with Lynne, nor cause her any undo stress. The outlet of choice, both from a safety and financial perspective was of course the Internet. Never has there been a more unique and dynamic place to explore ones desires. For years I surfed the web educating myself on my needs, looking at pictures, reading stories and articles and, whenever possible, chatting with like minded people. One site quickly rose above the rest, www.mrs-silk.com. A site that caters to male submissives with feminization fantasies. Over time, I spent many hours chatting with all manner of people, submissives, dominants, and the vast majority of confused thrill seekers. Some relationships lasted a chat, and others years... such is the nature of chatting. Until one day I met a person who went by the name Karla. She was a 19 year old dominant CD that had a slave named Tom. Tom, it seemed was married and led a bit of a double life. His wife knew about some of his proclivities, but others were secret. Despite her age, Karla, or Miss Karla as she likes me to call her, had wisdom beyond her years and a playful, yet forceful personality. I was attracted to her creativity and her demeanor and the situation she was in paralleled mine quite closely. For example, Lynne kept me shaved and in panties most of the time and occasionally chastised me by locking my clit in a special cage. Over time a relationship formed between Miss Karla and myself. She would share stories and updates of her experiences with Tom and I would share details on my marriage and life. I opened up more and more as the trust built between us. I found myself thinking about her more and more and delighted when we connected online, and, over time, her demeanor became more dominant and directive. She would give me little assignments to reinforce my submissiveness and keep me focused, and I did every single one of them in fear that she might evaporate into the cyber ether. During this period of discovery we remained anonymous. We really didn't know the absolute truth but enjoyed the relationship anyway. I lived in the US and she in the UK, so a real time meeting seemed quite out of the question and that seemed to suit us both fine. Never the less, things progressed. I was wearing more clothes then normal... like pantyhose under my work clothes a couple of days a week and dressed up in private whenever possible. I was sending her letters and pictures and she was feeding my submissive desires. I felt comfortable and happy. Finally both of my worlds were being satisfied and seemed in control. My relationship with my Lynne was on very good ground and was in fact getting better. Out of nowhere, it seemed, she took a renewed interest in our intimate life and in particular the Dom/sub games we played in the beginning of our relationship. More and more I was finding myself tied up on the bed as she teased me and whispered nasty things into my ear; things about turning me into her special sissy girl and what she was thinking of doing with me. Invariably, these suggestions led to some of the most explosive orgasms of my life and, despite the humiliation I felt post orgasm, I was compelled to keep coming back for more. These episodes were equally good for Lynne. We still weren't having conventional sex, but I was servicing her with my tongue and fingers and her toys more than ever. It was during this time that she started commenting on my penis... something she had never done in the past. She liked to tell me that it was just a little too small to give her the pleasure that she yearned for. Needless to say this made me feel quite bad and spurred me to please her even more with the things at my disposal. It also made me feel bad because I realized that I wasn't her "perfect" lover. Of course I was keeping Miss Karla abreast of all the goings on, much to her delight. I felt as though she was happy that she was in some way having a positive influence on my life and she would continually give me ideas on how to better enhance what was happening. It was her suggestion that I buy as a gift for Lynne, a large strap-on dildo for me to wear during our love making. This idea had never occurred to me but made perfect sense. I was a little nervous as she unwrapped the unsolicited gift; not sure how she would react, and was thrilled when a huge smile came across her face. I was surprised frankly, but knew better then to look a gift horse in the mouth. That night we made love like a man and a woman with me wearing the strap-on and she came like never before. I was overjoyed that I could give her so much pleasure and was eager for some reciprocal relief. She tied me down on my back and played with my cock bringing me to the brink over and over. I needed relief so badly tears formed in my eyes and I was shocked when she said, "I'm not going to let you cum tonight sweetie...I like you this horny; you're much more open to suggestion when you want me so bad. In fact, I think as a precaution we should lock up that little cock of yours... don't you think so?" I was aghast and begged for her to consider otherwise. "Now now... you do want me to be happy", as she stoked by throbbing puny cock. "Yes... Yes of course." "Then what should we do? ... Ask me." I stuttered, "maybe we should lock it up for a while... seeing that it would make you happy." "Are you sure my sweet pet?" "Yes Yes... please lock it up." "Very well", and with that she let go to let me soften up a bit for a few minutes before installing the plastic and metal cage and clicking closed the lock. She caressed my head and kissed me deeply telling me how proud and happy she was and allowed me to kneel on the floor between her legs to lick her once more before bed as a reward. I did so eagerly even though the act made me throb terribly in the cage. Miss Karla was thrilled by this turn of events and also praised me for being so obedient. Her praise made me feel very good, but it did nothing to relieve the horny frustration that I was feeling. I must have asked Lynne a million times during the next few days for relief... so much that she finally said, "if you continue to ask I'll never let you out." She was mad at being pestered, but she came back with some sensitivity. "I know you're frustrated Jay, but don't feel bad. I'm doing this for a few reasons. First, I can't tell you how turned on I am by the change in the attention your paying to me and second, I want you to experience pleasure like you've never experienced before. The longer I deny you, the greater that pleasure will be. But just so you don't think me heartless, I'll let you ask me once a day for relief. What you may say is 'Have I been good?'. If you have then I will release you and if you haven't then I will tell you why. Understood?" What could I say but yes. That night I licked her to another tremendous orgasm and afterwards as I cuddled up to her I looked up and asked if I had been good. She looked down at me and smiled, "yes my dear, you have been very good, but not good enough for me to release you yet." I was downtrodden, not knowing what to say or how to respond. I didn't want to be a pest but I was eager for more information. She sensed my confusion and said, "tell you what, I have some ideas and if you can see your way through them then this Sunday I am sure that you will have been good enough for release. Yes I know that Sunday is 5 days away, but its not that long really. Okay?" I told her I would do everything in my power to please her and she smiled again. By the time Sunday rolled around I had discarded all of my male underwear and had been to the store to by some more panties, I was wearing pantyhose every day, my toenails were painted and my body shaved below the neck. I was also wearing a bra and nightie to bed. Every night that week she kept reinforcing the changes she was suggesting, telling me how much my being a little feminized turned her on. Her kind and gentle words coupled with the foreplay that accompanied it motivated me to keep pleasing her, and every night I licked her to a tremendous orgasm. Her lust confirmed in my mind that what was happening truly turned her on. When Sunday finally rolled around I was excited at the prospect of the potential of that evening's event. Lynn was well aware of my anticipation and fueled my desire by commenting on it. "Tonight is going to be awesome for you Jay. You're almost there and I only have a few more little things for you to do today before tonight's events." She told me that she had laid out some items on the bed that she wanted me to wear that day and that after I was dressed I should call for her. I had some suspicion of what I would find as I climbed the stairs but was not fully prepared for what was there. On the bed I found a matching set of pink bra and panties with lace trim, a wide pink waist cincher and black seamed stockings, a pair of black pumps with 4" heels and wide ankle straps and a black satin French maids dress with short, full flouncey skirt and short, puffy lace trimmed sleeves. My initial humiliation at the thought of appearing this way in front of my wife was tempered by the throbbing in my cage and I quickly changed in to the clothing. Lynne came upstairs when I called and smiled as I blushed, terribly embarrassed. "You look lovely Jay, and I am going to look forward to your serving me all day, but first we have a little more to do. Please sit down at the vanity so I can help you with your make up." My mind was a buzz as I obeyed and Lynne showed me how to apply foundation and blush, eyeliner, shadow and mascara, lip liner and lipstick. She fitted a long, full dirty blond wig atop my head, clipped on long dangly rhinestone encrusted earrings, fitted and locked a collar around my neck, placed small locks in the buckle hasps of each shoe and finally fitted C-cup breast forms into the cups of my bra. When I looked into the mirror I couldn't believe my eyes. There staring back at me was the perfect picture of a fully feminized submissive sissy maid. "Now no crying Jay, we wouldn't want you to ruin your makeup. At least not yet." This last she said with a bit of a snicker. She handed me a long list of chores she expected done that day and then left me to it. For the next six hours I toiled with the laundry and dusting and vacuuming and polishing the bathrooms. It was hard work made harder by the heels and cincher, but I did it all with diligence and dedication. I had finished everything by 6pm that evening and was invited by Lynne to join her in the living room for a glass of wine. We spent the next hour talking over the changes that had been made and I admitted that despite my deep embarrassment I was enjoying it very much. I shared my fear that she would think less of me if we continued to play these games and she hushed me and reassured me that quite to the contrary, she thought more of me. I had become much more useful to her and she was experiencing pleasure she never knew she could experience. She was very happy and her words helped to put my mind at ease. I looked at her and took a deep breath and said, "So... have I been good?" "Yes my dear Jay, you have been very very good and you shall get your well earned reward. Just one more little thing before we retire to the bedroom. Now, I want you to kneel down in the middle of the room and trust me." I did as I was told and Lynne proceeded to cuff my wrists behind me and connect the cuffs to my ankles. Then she placed a blindfold over my eyes. No sooner had she tightened the blindfold did I hear the doorbell ring. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of a stranger seeing me. Surely this had to be as much of a surprise to Lynne as it was to me, perhaps some door to door salesman or something. I held my breath expecting a quick shooing away but instead was mortified when I heard Lynne say to the person at the door "Hello... so glad you could make it," and invite the person in. I was petrified as they exchanged greetings and heard the guest in a female voice say, "so that's she... You've done a remarkable job Lynne." The two sat down with full glasses of wine and chatted as I kneeled in silence. I had my second heart attack while overhearing the conversation and it all became clear when Lynne referred to the guest by name ? Karla! PART II My body began to visibly shake with the instant realization that all my secrets had been revealed to my wife Lynne. Over the past months I had shared everything with Karla, all of me deepest desires and most perverse fantasies and I did so all within the warm comfort of anonymity. In that very instant all of this was shattered. My physical reaction to this new found knowledge must have been grossly evident. Miss Karla addressed me. "Nikki, don't be afraid. Everything that is happening to you is no less than everything you've been begging for since the day I met you at Mrs.-Silk's. All your dreams are coming true. I know this is a shock to you and that you feel terribly humiliated in front of Miss Lynne, but you must understand that if she didn't deeply love you and want only for your best interest then she would have already left you. You see Nikki, Lynne and I have been in contact for some time now. It didn't take me too long to determine your real identity and once I knew it, it was a simple matter to find a way to contact Lynne. I have shared with her every e-mail that you have ever sent me, she has read every chat log and seen every picture. I've even helped her to discover where you hide your special files and web links... although I will say that did take some poking around. At first she was very angry and hurt and you actually owe me a debt of gratitude for all the time I spent talking to her through her feelings and getting her to see how this was truly a good thing and not a betrayal." Lynne chimed in, "It's okay Nikki, don't be scared. Karla and I have become very close friends and she has helped me to understand why you have these feelings and how to use your needs to best suit me. This way we will both win. I promise I will never hurt you and that we WILL make all your dreams come true. Of course there will be many changes, some of which you have already begun to experience, but this is only the beginning my love. The next change is that from this moment on you will call me Mistress. I know Karla is partial to the "Miss" title, but you are, for better or for worse, my husband and that clearly does not make me Miss. In public you will address me as Ma'am unless I direct you otherwise. Now, I am going to take the blindfold off. No need to keep up this charade any longer. I will also unlock your wrists from your ankles and I want you to crawl over to the couch and kiss the tips of our toes in gratitude for the wonderful gift we have given you." Mistress then came over and removed the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted, the first thing to come into focus was a tripod and video camera. I was being recorded. Fear filled my eyes renewed as Miss Karla laughed, "of course we want a record of your decent into feminized slavery Nikki. Just think of all the fun we will have watching it in the years to come. One day we might even want to show it to friends at parties. Now look into the camera and say as sincerely as possible 'Thank you Mistress Lynne and Miss Karla for turning me into your sissy maid'. Go on." I repeated the lines with tears running down my face and my makeup running. "Again!" I repeated it again. "Continue to repeat it until we say otherwise", Mistress ordered. And so, for the next 10 minutes I repeated it over and over, bawling as I did until they ordered me to crawl over to them. Karla clipped a leash to my collar and a thinner leash to the tip of my clitty cage. The latter she pulled up tight in between my legs and over my back and the former she placed on the floor in front of her. She stepped down on the leash attached to the collar forcing my head down low with only enough room for me to move back and forth between all four feet. I began kissing the tips of their shoes as Mistress Lynne tugged gently on the clitty cage. "Do not stop kissing until we tell you to Nikki. I expect our shoes to be spotless and shiny and free from any lipstick when you stop." Miss Karla pulled out a crop and took liberties with my pantied ass. The two drank their wine and chatted as I cleaned their shoes and listened to some of their plans. I was both horrified and thrilled by the conversation overheard, and despite the perverse insights, I was certain that there was a great deal that I wasn't privy to. I did have to suffer through the depressing diatribe by my wife/Mistress Lynne regarding her disappointment over my endowment. "I have never had an orgasm with his cock in me. It's too small, puny really and nothing more then an oversized clit. And when I do let him inside he pops off in under a minute. But the other day, when he fucked me with that strap-on... oh my god I came in buckets." "We've discussed this Lynne and you know it doesn't have to be that way. Big huge cocks are everywhere to be found. Now that Nikki is in his place there is no reason that you shouldn't partake in such pleasures." "You think so...? I don't know, after all, we did take vows. What about the sanctity of marriage?" "Sanctity, shmanctity! You're not really being unfaithful. Being a devoted spouse means providing for your spouse's happiness. Do you think he would want to deprive you of happiness? My guess is that in no time he will be begging you to bring home well endowed guys and will probably want to help you when your with them." "Really... hmmmm maybe you're right." The two laughed at the thought and as I was listening I became aware that things between them seemed to be getting more intimate. Miss Karla had cozied up to my Mistress Lynne. As time passed the conversation became fragmented and breathing became a bit heavier. "Relax sweetie", Miss Karla said, "just let go, I won't hurt you." Their lips met as Karla cupped my wife's breast, playfully tickling nipples through the sheer fabric of her blouse. Karla was become more forceful, pressing her tongue into Lynne's mouth and pinching harder on her nipples. Lynne let go and undid her blouse, allowing Karla to take more control. Karla's hand slid down Lynne's body, moving under her skirt, and stroking her moistened pussy over her satin panties. I could tell by the breathing that Lynne was very turned on. Her moans became deeper, more guttural, and her breathing came in short pants. "This is only the beginning Lynne. I have so much to share with you and all you have to do is submit to me. Let go of your inhibitions and allow me to take control of your pleasure. I've always wanted a lesbian lover; a lesbian lover that I could play with. Imagine the fun your new life will be Lynne, a sissy maid to follow your every command and a hot, horny and strong willed lover to provide you the focus to take full advantage of your dominant powers and experience your greatest pleasures. I can do this for you Lynne my love... all you have to do is ask." Lynne's breathing was very heavy as she whispered, "Yes... yes please Karla, I'm so close." "Not so fast my lover, ask me again and call me Miss Karla." "Yess... yessss... please Miss Karla, please make me cum." My wife squealed when the powerful orgasm overtook her, her pussy quivering and gushing juice as never before. Her breathing began to return to normal, as she sat back in the afterglow of her orgasm. Karla sat back smiling and petting her head. Lynne looked down at me and told me in a forceful manner to go upstairs and fix my makeup, we had some more rules to go over and that I needed to get back downstairs quickly. PART III The leashes detached. I rushed upstairs to repair my messy makeup. Being new to this task it took me over twenty minutes before returning to the two women sitting and chatting. Mistress Lynne wasted no time in telling me to remove my panties and make myself comfortable on the chair by the table. I looked and felt a now familiar pang of shock when I saw a large dildo attached to the seat of the chair. I looked up at Lynne with pleading eyes but to no avail. I was ordered to sit down and make myself comfortable as Karla filmed the process. The dildo hurt my tight sissy pussy as I wiggled and shoved at it until it disappeared. Mistress Lynne handed me a pad of paper and a pen and told me to take dictation in long hand. "I, Jay Simmons, do hereby commit my life to my wife, Mistress and owner, Lynne Simmons. I write the following of my own free will and by doing so agree to the following: 1. I will, heretofore and forever after be known as and respond to the name Nikki, and by doing so acknowledge that I am a sissy slave. 2. I forgo my rights as a free person and agree to live by her rules. 3. I accept that many rules will be confusing to me but agree to abide by them, recognizing that my place is not to interpret and only to obey. 4. I understand that I will never have conventional sex with my wife again and that my clit belongs completely to her to do with as she pleases. I accept that my clit will remain locked up and released only when it pleases her. 5. My wife/mistress is free to take any lover she desires and I will gladly participate to any extent that she desires 6. I will gladly abandon any and all masculine pursuits that I am engaged in. 7. I will be allowed to keep my current job as a General Manager of a drug store for only as long as she determines and will accept any other type of employment that she wishes for me to have. 8. I will accept any punishment the she deems necessary to further my training and obedience. 9. I will allow her to alter my body through chemical or surgical means if she desires. 10. I will always treat my Mistress and all women as my superiors and show all women at all times the deepest respect. 11. I understand that this constitutes the most basic level of agreement and that my Mistress, at her sole discretion may at any time alter, amend, subtract or add to these requirements. By accepting the terms of this agreement I seal my fate. Everything I own today or may come into possession of in the future will be the sole property of my wife/Mistress Lynne. I freely admit that I am a sissy and being a sissy provides me my greatest happiness. I would be lost without Lynne's strict guidance and will be forever eager to prove my obedience and grateful for all the rewards I receive, regardless of the physical or mental discomfort it may inflict on me. Signed on this day Sissy Nikki By now the blood had completely drained from my face and, as I looked up, I was met by the smiling eyes of Mistress Lynne and Miss Karla... and the recording eyes of the camera. "Now Nikki, I want you to look into the camera and read what you just wrote. Read it slowly and pronounce ever word very carefully", said Miss Karla. I looked up at Mistress Lynne and she quickly said, "Do it now. You will obey Miss Karla as you would obey me. I trust her implicitly with your care and well being Nikki, as you should. She will be a very integral part of your training, which by the way, hasn't even really begun in earnest." I read the damning contract to the laughter of both women and while I did they kissed deeply and passionately and fondled each others breasts. I was at that very moment feeling devastated and beaten and realized that there was no turning back. Mistress Lynne turned the camera off and turned toward me. In an instant her demeanor changed. She came over to where I was sitting and released me, carefully helping me off the chair and to my feet. She gave me a loving hug and told me that she loved me and that she would never leave me. I had reached the emotional breaking point and wept in her arms. "You don't even need to ask Nikki. You have been very very good and you have earned your reward. Go on upstairs and clean yourself up. You can take off your dress but leave everything else on. Fix your makeup and wait comfortable for me on the bed." My humiliation turned to elation as I made my way quickly up to the bedroom to prepare. Mistress Lynne and Miss Karla took this opportunity to also change into some very sexy lingerie. They dressed the same in black pushup demi-bras with matching panties and garters. Black seamed hose and heels. Their full dark brown and black hair was pulled back in to tight ponytails and they each wore exotic makeup. Had it not been for the subtle differences in their body shapes, they could have almost passed for twins. In the bedroom, they went about making me comfortable, securing my wrists above my head to the wrought iron head board. Mistress Lynne took a long, thin, hooked vibrator and inserted it into my pussy easily as it was still pretty stretched out >from the previous task. The bulbous knob at the base of the vibrator popped over my sphincter and ensured that it would not come out unaided. Miss Karla secured my legs spread eagle to the footboard and it was only then that my wife Mistress removed the cage freeing my clit for the first time in over a week. Mistress Lynne allowed my clit to rest freely for a few minutes in its semi-flaccid state; the humiliation and vulnerability I felt at that moment preventing an immediate swelling. Karla told Lynne to watch and learn as she took a long black nylon cord and began to wrap my clit and ball sac tightly. She continued my wrapping each ball individually and separated them. She pulled the loose ends of the cord underneath me forcing my now fully swollen clitty stick to stand straight up. The pressure of the cord allowed blood to flow in but not escape and it gave me the hardest swelling of my life. The two then got on to the bed, one on either side. Karla began kissing me deeply on the mouth as Lynne, after applying a generous amount of lotion to her hand, began stroking my clit. Karla whispered a warning into my ear "you had better not cum without permission", as she clicked on the vibrator installed deeply into my pussy. I was awash in sensation and felt the sissy juice building. Karla repositioned herself, straddling my chest and bent down to kiss me some more as Lynne continued with her slow and methodical stroking. Sensing my impending explosion, Mistress Lynne released my clit and let it bob helplessly to and fro. She resumed her stimulation by simply running a nail up and down the shaft and it was truly almost enough to push me over the edge. Meanwhile, Karla gave me another startling heart palpitation when she removed her panties and revealed a hard 8" she-cock. Karla reached down and placed her hands on the sides of my head, helping me to lift it up, and placed a pillow underneath it. Then she grabbed the top of the head board and leaned forward and placed the tip of her big girl clitty on my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed the semi-hard member to slide inside. I began to gently suckle it, feeling it grow to full proportion in my mouth and begin to explore the recesses of my throat. The thickness caused me to gag. "Breath through your nose Nikki, I want to feel your throat take hold of my cock as I slide it in and out." Lynne, with her freehand grabbed Karla's balls and squeezed them gently and tickled them with her long nails. As Karla became more aroused, so did the enthusiasm of her pelvic thrusts until it was all I could do to keep my mouth open and stay still enough to accept her. Sensing my own nearing climax, Lynne applied more lotion to her hand and began stocking in earnest again. Just as I was about to explode, Karla withdrew her cock and Lynne grabbed it with the other hand. She jerked both of us simultaneously and started directing the scene. "Nikki if you dare cum before I say to I swear you will not cum again for a month." I was fighting a losing battle and I knew it, and just as I thought it would end, Karla's yelled as a hot thick rope of cum flew from the tip of her cock. "NOW!!!!" Lynne screamed and my own clit boiled over. The pain of cumming with my clitty bound was unbelievable, but the pleasure I felt was even better and my clit spurted and throbbed in Lynne's hand while my face and mouth became covered in Karla's juices. Eventually we both became drained and Lynne released us and untied my now painfully throbbing clit. Karla placed her cock in my mouth to suckle and clean, enjoying her post orgasmic pleasures. Finally, Karla dismounted my face. Lynne used my panties to clean up all the juice on my face and stomach, balled them up and placed them into my mouth. Then she replaced my cage, leaving me still tied to the bed. She took off her own soaking wet panties and placed them over my head like a hood. The two kissed me on each cheek and wished me a good night's sleep, leaving me bound and lying in the dark to contemplate my fate. It took a solid two hours before succumbing to the much needed rest and I must have slept like a rock because I didn't remember anything until Mistress Lynne awoke me the next morning, untied me, and let me go to the bathroom to clean myself up for the new day. PART IV It was Monday morning and time for us to get back into the swing of day-to-day life. After my shower I returned to the bedroom to dress, wearing only my chastity device. On the bed were a matching panty and bra set, garter-belt and stockings. I put on these items under my suit and went downstairs for coffee before leaving for work. "Good morning Mistress", I said with a sheepish grin thinking that we were back to some normalcy. "Don't think that just because it's Monday Nikki that nothing has changed. Obviously we can't just shift everything in a single day, but trust me, things will be changing very soon. Three months from now I suspect that you won't even want that silly job anymore and in fact my love, we are going to set you on a path of career destruction. Starting next week your attendance is going to start deteriorating. You're going to begin missing work, one day a week. You'll be sick, or there'll be a family emergency, your car will break down and so on and so on. Your work will begin to suffer while you are there. Lunch breaks will become longer and you'll begin to appear mysterious, like your hiding something. The excuses will get ridiculous and eventually you'll be a problem employee. Ultimately you will be fired. I want you to get fired rather then the resigning. I will enjoy helping you to implode. However Nikki, on all those days off you will of course will be working... at your new job. Karla has a long list of acquaintances and friends, a big network of folks interested and willing to pay for sissy maid service. But before we can set you out we do need to do a lot more training and we will begin today with your wardrobe. This week Nikki you will be increasing your panty collection. During your lunch break I want you to go to the mall and find a store that specializes in lingerie and female intimates. You will buy a single pair of panties. Tomorrow you will return to the same store and buy another pair. You'll do this everyday this week. By the end of the week you're certain to be recognized by the staff. Each day when you get home, after you change, you'll show me your purchase and the single item receipt. Do you understand?" "I do Mistress." "Good, then off you go, we'll talk more tonight. Have a good day." It wasn't until Wednesday that the diabolicalness of this plan really sunk in, because it was on that day that the sales girl acknowledged me as I entered, clearly indicating that she recognized me. The sales girl, Lisa actually asked me "so, what will it be today?" and on Friday she asked if I wanted to try anything on. As the week progressed I became more and more mortified. After making the purchase on Friday Lisa handed me a sealed envelope and told me to give it to Lynne. My heart racing I asked how she knew Lynne and she said the Lynne had called her the day before. "Don't worry Nikki", she knew my femme name, "your secrets good with me." I realized later that Lisa's name was on every receipt that I had been turning over nightly giving Lynne all the information she needed to make contact. The following week Lynne made me go to the same store wearing the panties I had purchased the week before and buy the matching bra and everyday I had to try it on and wear it out, replacing the bra I was already wearing. On the third week the same pattern was repeated with garter-belts and stockings. By the third week, Lisa and I had sort of become friends and she found it amusing that my clit was locked up. She insisted on seeing it every day much to my embarrassment because inevitably she would jiggle it and make me swell and drip. Meanwhile, beginning on the second week, training at home each evening and on weekends began to progress under the watchful eye of Lynne and Karla, who, by the way, had become a regular guest at our home. Each night I would change into whatever Lynne had picked out before preparing and serving dinner and cleaning up afterwards. These outfits always consisted of a corset, hose and 5" spiked heels which would be locked to my ankles. I would put on full makeup and add a collar and wrist cuffs and usually my black satin maid's dress. If I wasn't allowed the dress then at the very least I would have to wear an apron while working on dinner and in the kitchen. After dinner I would be taken downstairs by Lynne and sometime with Karla as well for what they called my meditation time. A pump up plug would be placed in my pussy and expanded to a comfortable, yet full size. Each day another compression was added, slowly working to expand my sissy pussy. My wrists would be connected behind my back and I would be made to standup against a wall on the hard tile floor. Mistress had installed a thick dildo to the wall. The dildo was positioned to the wall high enough for me to have to get up on my tip toes with my head slightly tilted in order for it to fill my mouth. It just sort of hung there staring me in the face. Once positioned, the dildo would lodge half way down my throat. A chain would connect my collar to the wall, preventing me from getting the dildo out of my mouth. At the base of the dildo was one of those special counters. You know, the kind used to count people as they enter a club. It had a clicker and if I took the entire dildo into my mouth I could just about get my nose to it and press it registering a number. Each night I had one hour to register 120 on the counter. If I succeeded I would be released. If I didn't I would receive one stroke of a cane for every number missed. In order to register a number I had to strain on my tip toes working hard to get the dildo all the way down my throat. As some added incentive, clamps were attached to each of my nipples with chains attached to the clamps. These chains were attached to the wall, positioned in such a way so that every time a strained to click the counter I would feel a tug on both nipples. Mistress explained that that was all necessary sissy training. A sissy needs to be able to use their mouth and pussy to pleasure their owners and a sissy's nipples should always be sensitive to the touch. Invariably, by the end of each meditation period I would be a wreck with teary makeup running down my face. However, by the end of the 2nd week I was pretty proud of myself for being able to accomplish the task without incident. For the first two weeks this mediation was conducted as described, with me standing in my heels, but on the third week it was changed just a little. It was essentially the same task but I had to accomplish it on my knees. The nipple clamps were now attached high up so that every time I squatted back they would tug painfully. My clitty cage was chained to the floor so that every time I stretched to register a number, my clitty would be pulled. After meditation time, every week night, I would be released and allowed to prepare for bed. If I made it to my number I would be allowed to remove my restrictive clothing and sleep comfortably with my wife in a sexy nightie. If failed I would be bound like that very first night I had met Karla. Regardless of pass or fail, every night would include a period of providing my wife and Miss Karla if she was present an intense orgasm with my tongue. Despite my pride in accomplishment, meditation time was not something I looked forward to. It was humiliating, demoralizing and often painful. It was also a wonderful opportunity for my Mistress to keep me in line. The mere mention that she was considering upping the number, or pumping the plug more, or using a larger dildo was enough to get me to do almost anything. And further, it was an opportunity for Lynne to get me to agree to more training exercises. Every Friday night I was required to pick a new activity for the upcoming week >from a list she would present to me. I would not be released until I picked, and in essence promise to abide by the new task or rule. Some of these included: - I will remove all the hair from my body from the neck down and keep it off. - I will keep my toenails painted every day - I will get my ears pierced - I will never open or close a door without permission - I will always lick up any sissy juice I produce - And on and on... Weekends were an entirely different scenario and I found a pattern of spending Saturdays with Miss Karla and Sundays with my wife/Mistress. Perhaps this was all part of the plan as Sunday's were much easier both physically and mentally, especially compared to the demands of Saturday. I came to look forward to Sunday's with great anticipation and my desire to be with Lynne on Sunday strengthened my love for her. Although I was treated as a sissy slave every day and the intensity of daily assignments never diminished, on Sunday's I experienced equality similar to that of girl friend. This was not the case with Miss Karla. Her mission was to demonstrably keep me in my place and she had many was of doing so. Thinking back it is clear to me now that Mistress Lynne and Miss Karla had completely planned out the course of training that I would be undergoing for the first three months. Every Saturday Mistress Lynne would drop me off a Miss Karla's house at 8:00am and Miss Karla would return me at 5:00pm. Each Saturday followed the same general pattern consisting of mental conditioning in the morning and physical conditioning in the afternoon. Karla, as it turned out, was a skilled hypnotist and I was a very compliant subject. I had no idea that my morning nourishment, a protein drink to help me keep my weight down, included female hormones that aided in my mental compliance, nor did I know that on Saturday, that same drink had a mild psycho tropic drug to help me achieve a trance. The day after my first Saturday visit and every visit thereafter, I simply chalked up my new and intense cravings as a side effect of everything that I was experiencing. A good example of this was my unquenching desire to have breasts, which coincided with a week of buying bras. "Relax Nikki. Breathe deeply. Today we are going to talk about female breasts. You think of breast as titties Nikki and you are very sad that you do not have titties of your own. Whenever you see beautiful titties Nikki, whether they are real or just simply a picture, your nipples will tingle and that tingling will make your desire to have your own beautiful, big titties even stronger. You have a love for pretty bras Nikki. You love how they feel and make your titties look. You love bras Nikki. You love looking at them and touching them and feeling them on your body. But most of all, you love them because they make your titties look beautiful. And not having them makes you feel sad. Whenever your Mistress Lynne or I ask you why you are sad Nikki you will say it is because you don't have titties. Even though you love to wear bras Nikki, wearing a bra will not be enough to eliminate your sadness. This is because your bras will not have real titties in them. Only real titties will make your sadness go away. While you are wearing your bras without real titties you will feel incomplete and foolish, but you will be unable to go a day without wearing a bra. Your mind will wander regularly, thinking about breasts. Every night when you go to bed you will say a prayer for real breasts. You will say these prayers aloud so that Mistress Lynne can hear them. Your prayer will be .. please I wish I had big beautiful titties... and you will say it over and over until you drift off to sleep. Furthermore Nikki, your own pleasure will be linked to your craving for titties. In addition to the tingling you feel in your nipples, your clitty will also throb whenever you see a beautiful breast, either in person or in picture. The longer you stare at a set of beautiful breasts, the harder your clitty will throb. Your clitty will throb and drip and mess your panties, every time your eyes gaze at a set of breasts. Your mind will be conflicted Nikki. You will not be able to mentally justify these feelings and you will feel deeply humiliated by your inability to control your desires. Try as you may, you will be a slave to these feelings. Breasts will have the ability to control you and over time their control will increase. There is only one way out of this Nikki. The only way to escape these terrible feelings of shame and humiliation is to have your own titties. When you get titties of your own, your humiliation and sadness will end." PART V Every Saturday night after that first hypnotic suggestion, Karla would reinforce this message in a 2-hour session from 8:30am-10:30am. I would be placed on my back on a table similar to a massage table. I would be strapped down, immobile, and a special machine would be rolled next to the table. The machine was in essence a suction device and a large bell-shaped glass jar was placed over each of my exposed breasts. Once turned on a strong suction would pull my nipples and the surrounding breast flesh into the glass jars. The suction would last the full two hours leaving my nipples full and tingly and the skin surrounding them puffy and red/pink. They would remain very sensitive for at least three days. Karla would place earphones over my head that would pump soothing messages reinforcing the desire to have real breasts into my mind and goggles were placed over my eyes connected to a computer that would display images of beautiful breasts for me to stare at. Beautiful breasts naked and in wonderful bras, and many images of breasts in bondage and with pierced nipples. In the forth week of my new life, on one of my 'sick days' from work, Mistress Lynne took me to a clinic that specialized in body piercing and tattoos and had my nipples pierced. She had silver rings installed in each nipple and soldered closed. "These are only temporary Nikki," she said, "even thought they are not removable, they will one day be cut off and replaced with a more specialized adornment". I was given a week to heal and then presented with a special gift one evening from both Lynne and Karla. I opened the package to find most of my bras. They had been altered. A small slit had been cut in each cup and sewn around the edges with fine metal thread. Mistress helped me into one of these bras and showed me how the nipple ring fit into and through the slit. Miss Karla then finished the gift by attaching golden heart-shaped locks to each ring. The locks were too large to fit through he slit, and thus I was effectively locked into my bra. Mistress told me that each morning I would have a key so that I could change my bra for the next day. I quickly noticed the weight of the lock which pulled my nipples through the slits creating a subtle never-ending stimulation. In celebration of this new gift, Miss Karla fucked my wife hard in the ass and had me suck out all of her cum. Another example of Miss Karla's mental conditioning centered on cock- sucking. This began in the third week of training and it is no surprise now why meditation times became much easier afterwards. "Nikki, you are a beautiful sissy slave and it is your greatest ambition to prove that you are the best sissy slave that ever lived. One of the ways that sissies like you prove they are exceptional is through their skill at giving pleasure to their owners. One way is through cock sucking. Good sissies are very good at sucking cock Nikki and you are a good sissy. The need to suck cock will always be in the back of your mind. And not just any cock Nikki... you will crave big cocks, big fat juicy cocks. The bigger and fatter the cock, the happier you will be. You won't be able to help looking at men's crotches, always looking for big, fat, succulent cocks. Even when you are at work you will think about cocks. You won't know why you do... but the image of a sweet cock will be in your head always. Whenever you see a cock, a real cock or a picture of a cock, your clitty will tingle. You won't be able to help yourself. Even if you see a fake cock Nikki, your clitty will tingle and your first instinct will be to take it in your mouth. Whenever you are dressed like a pretty sissy the craving for cock to suck will be even stronger. Whenever Mistress Lynne or I ask you what the matter is, you will say 'I wish I had a cock to suck'. Let's practice Nikki... What's the matter dear?" "I wish I had a cock to suck." "Very good Nikki, you are learning well." "Your own pleasure and sexual gratification will be linked to cocks. >From this point on Nikki you will not be able to achieve orgasm unless you have a cock in your mouth or a cock in your sissy pussy. Do you understand!" "Yes Miss Karla." "It can be a real cock Nikki or a fake cock, but you will need to have that cock to cum. And Nikki, the bigger it is, the more pleasure it will bring. You crave big cocks. Big cocks have big, full, swollen ball sacs. Do you know why Nikki?" "No Miss Karla." "Big cocks with big full ball sacs produce a lot of juice and because you are a sissy you crave that juice. Cock juice is your favorite drink and you crave it as much as you crave the feeling of a cock in your mouth or pussy. Whenever you have the opportunity, you will do everything in your power to get the most juice as possible out of your cocks. Whenever you are presented with a cock Nikki, you will suck on it like a complete whore and your mission will be to milk it of all of its cum. During that time Nikki, pleasing that cock and taking all of its milk will consume all of your attention and focus. And all that time Nikki your clitty will throb and swell and ache, desperate for release. And it will drip Nikki. Whenever you have a cock in your mouth, your clitty will throb and drip. Seeing a cock, real of fake, in person or in pictures will trigger your desire for cum. Your nipples will tingle and your clitty will throb until you taste cum. The taste of cum is the only thing that will make the frustration subside, and Nikki, I don't mean a little taste of precum. The taste of precum will be a tease to you, making your desire greater. No, the taste I am talking about is a mouthful of cum. Only when your mouth is full of cum will the frustration subside. When you wake up Nikki, you will not remember this conversation but the power of this conversation will be with you and never leave you. You will always be a slave to cock and cum. Your favorite ways of receiving cum will be from your Mistress's pussy or ass or directly >from the source. When sucking cocks Nikki, at the moment you sense your Master's explosion, you will pull back as beg for him to cover your face. If he says no you will beg harder. And from this point on Nikki, you will have to drink it all up, not only your masters cum but your own. Every drop of sissy juice you produce you will have to lick up. Sissies like the taste of cum and you are a good sissy." Once again, after the first week of this hypnotic suggestion, I was subjected to regular reinforcement every Saturday for at least one hour in the afternoons... after I had had plenty of time for recover >from the mornings breast stimulation reinforcement. For this I would be placed on my knees with my collar locked to a horizontal bar, my wrists locked behind me and my cage connected by a taut chain to the floor. Headphones would pump reinforcing messages into my brain and signals in the goggles would display image upon image of huge cocks cumming on to pretty painted faces. Halfway through these sessions I would feel the tip of a cock pressed to my lips and I would instinctively take the tip into my mouth trying desperately to imitate the images in my view. The cock placed into my mouth would coincide with the messages in my ears, reinforcing my desire for cocksucking. "That's it Nikki, take the cock into you mouth, your pretty sissy slut mouth. Make believe you are one of the pretty girls in the pictures. You are a pretty cocksucking sissy Nikki... and while you suck on the cock, you feel your clitty throb. As long as the cock is in your mouth the throbbing will be pleasurable. BUT, as soon at it leaves your mouth the throbbing will be painful. The longer the cock is out of your mouth, the more painful the throbbing will become, until you have no choice but to beg for it to be put back in. You will beg and cry, the pain will be unbearable and the only thing that will sooth it is a big fat cock in your mouth. Yes Nikki, having a cock in your mouth will be the only thing that will take the pain away, and taking a full load of hot cum in your mouth will be the only thing that will make the throbbing go away." So intense were these sessions, combined with meditation time, that in a very little period of time I became a very accomplished cock sucker and total cum whore. Once triggered, my thirst for cum was so great that I would suck cock like a starved animal and eagerly do anything for my much sought after relief. PART VI After four weeks of intensive training Miss Karla and I arrived back home at the usual time and I was instructed to dress and prepare for dinner for four people. By now I knew better than to question anything so I went about my duties. At 7:30pm the doorbell rang and I ran to answer it only to be humiliated to find two men standing there. One, it turned out, was Tom, the schoolteacher that Miss Karla had been talking about and the other was Richard, my wife's special guest. Tom carried a bag with him and was told to go upstairs to change while I served drinks to the remaining three in the living room. I could feel the jealousy and rage build within me as I watched my wife, Mistress Lynne greet Richard. Standing up on her tip toes, she threw her arms around his neck and passionately kissed his mouth. It was immediately obvious that they were much more than friends. Mistress Lynne turned to me after the passionate embrace and introduced me. "Richard, this is my sissy slave Nikki. Nikki, this is my lover Richard. You will call him Master Dick and you will obey him as you would me or Miss Karla. Failure on your part, to treat Richard with equal or better respect will result in very harsh punishment. Do you understand Nikki?" I was horrified by this news but had little choice but to sheepishly agree. Master Dick was not in anyway shy taking immediate control, ordering me about and referring to my by the nickname of 'slut' or 'maid'. "Fill my drink slut", "I'm hungry maid", "Get this Slut", "Clean that up Maid", etc. Tom came down a few minutes later in a sexy black mini cocktail dress with hose, heels and lovely makeup... a fully passable transvestite. He knelt down in front of Miss Karla and she placed a thin leather collar studded with rhinestones around his neck with a thin silver chain hanging down in front of it. He sat next to her on the floor as she held the leash. For the next two hours I fulfilled my responsibilities as the dutiful maid/servant, keeping wine glasses full, the living room clean and serving dinner to Mistress Lynne and her guests. I withstood all the indignities and humiliation overhearing the conversations which at times centered on how good I had become at sucking cock, and answering direct questions about how desperately I wanted real breasts and cocks to suck. Just before sitting down to dinner, Karla suggested a change in attire for me and had me remove my maid's dress, leaving me in my restrictive lingerie and heels. She added a short chain between my ankles which forced me to take short mincing steps and secured a O- ring gag in my mouth. A third chain connected to each of my wrists was threaded behind my back, through a small ring in the back, bottom of my corset. The chain limited my freedom of movement, allowing me to serve, but prohibiting me from wiping the drool that was escaping >from my gagged mouth. Finally, Karla replaced the locks on my nipple rings with clusters of small bells that jingled with each and every step. It was utterly humiliating to serve in this restrictive and bizarre attire and withstand the constant laughter and taunting of the guests. After dinner was over I was told to finish cleaning up and then join Master Dick in the bedroom. Upon my arrival I learned that Mistress Lynne was taking a shower. Master Dick removed the O-ring and ordered me to prepare him for my wife. Pushing me to my knees he exposed his cock which triggered my subconscious need for cum and my caused my clitty to throb and my nipples to tingle. I needed no prompting to take his cock into my mouth, "Suck it like a lollipop slut and spend some time sucking on my balls." His cock was huge... at least 10" and very fat at it's base... a beautiful circumcised specimen with a big bulbous head. As I prepared Master Dick for my Mistress, Karla and Tom entered the bedroom, sat on the bed and began kissing and fondling each other. Mistress Lynne reentered the bedroom and pulled me away from Master Dick, repositioning me on my knees at the foot of the bed. She pulled back on the chain connecting my wrists and clipped its center to the tip of my clitty cage, taking up the slack and creating great pressure on my clitty. Tom repositioned himself by lying on his back on the bed and resting his legs over my shoulders... his girl cock an inch from my face. Mistress Lynne then got comfortable on her back as well, pressing her crotch onto the top of Tom's head. Master Dick straddled Tom's chest and lifted up my wife's legs, pressing the head of his cock to the opening of her ass and letting his balls rest on Toms' face. Miss Karla then straddled Mistress Lynne's chest and placed her cock into Lynne's mouth. Like a machine, the four began to undulate with Master Dick clearly setting the pace. As he began to rock back and forth the machine moved in rhythm and I could she his huge cock slipping in and out of Lynne's asshole, over the top of Tom's cock which was buried in my mouth. In no time at all the speed of the thrusts increased to a fevered pitch and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before Master Dick would blow. He roared, overcome with the intensity of his orgasm and pumped his got sticky load deep into Mistress Lynne's asshole. After returning to normal, he withdrew, got off the bed and pulled me off Tom's cock, forcing me to lie back on the floor on my back. He ordered Lynne to squat over my face and for me to lick her asshole clean as his seed dripped out of her. She filled my mouth with Dick's cum as I lay there petrified and lustfully hungry. Afterwards Tom knelt behind me and Miss Karla in front. The two needed no prompting and impaled me from both ends, Tom pulled my legs up and apart and ripped into my pussy and Karla leaned forward and choked me with her she cock. The two pumped to their hearts content under the watchful eyes of both Master Dick and my Mistress/wife, Lynne... Lynne suckling Dicks cock to another erection. Both cocks came simultaneously with a force that surprised everyone. They pulsated and filled me with their hot juice. Karla pulled out after the first hot jet flew down my throat and jerked her she cock on to my face until it was drained. So wrapped up was I in this scene that my own clitty was throbbing and bobbing in its cage and I felt myself on the verge of climax even though I was chastised. To everyone's delight as soon as Tom and Karla came, so did I, oozing copious amounts of sissy juice onto my chest and face. All four of my tormentors were extremely happy by this. Mistress Lynne was especially happy, telling me as I licked clean Karla's and Tom's cocks, "this is a true turning point Nikki. You have learned how to achieve pleasure like a girl and from now on this is the only way you will ever be able to cum. Just think my sweet pet... now I never have to remove your cage... you are a fully functional sissy!" Karla took her worn pantied and sopped up all the cum that had accumulated all over my body. She balled up the gooey fabric and placed it into my mouth and then placed a leather hood over my head, locking it in place around my neck. The hood prevented me from removing the panties but did not inhibit my ability to see or hear. My legs were then separated with the use of a spreader bar and I was helped to my feet atop the 5" spiked heels still locked in place. My arms were then connected above my head to a chain hanging from the ceiling in the corner. I tight parachute was secured around my sissy scrotum and weights dangled from the hanging chains causing my balls to be fully stretched. Left in this position I had a full view of the bed and was forced to witness the voluntary rape of my wife as the three dominant individuals took to impaling her every orifice. It was clear by the way she responded that she was very much under their collective control and I realized that while a slave to all, my wife was a slave to them.