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The Silken Illusion Part Two The journey home was as strange and perversely exciting as Frilly's amazing afternoon in the Silken Illusion boutique. Once outside, she was flanked by her step-mother and the stunning Ms Erickson and led across the car park to the people carrier. The heels of her pretty, silk lined boots struck the hard tarmac and rang out loudly, announcing her spectacular sissy presence to the world. Yet the car park was now completely deserted: there was no one to witness this strangely beautiful manifestation of ultra-feminisation. Once at the vehicle, Mrs Parsons opened the large rear hatchback style door. Rather than ride in the seating area, it was now made clear that Frilly was expected to climb into the dark luggage hold. She looked up at her beautiful, cruel eyed step mother with fearful eyes and the ample blonde smiled. "Into the back, Frilly. Jump to it!" Before the lovely sissy could argue, her arms were seized by Ms Erickson and Mrs Parsons and the two women virtually picked Frilly up and threw her into the back, leaving her face down and terrified. She felt hands pull her onto her back. She found herself staring up at the gorgeous, regal Ms Erickson. The dominatrix, a teasing smile on her full, bloody lips, quickly worked free the bag of panties donated by the other handsome mistresses of the Silken Illusion and placed them by her head. She then rolled Frilly back onto her stomach, delivering a sharp slap to the pretty sissy's shapely backside as she did so. Then there were more hands upon her, hands that grasped her hosed and booted ankles and quickly, expertly bound them together with what appeared to be more lengths of silken cord. Her knees were also tightly secured. Frilly squealed with deeply masochistic arousal as her feet were then hauled up towards her tied wrists and swiftly bound to them by a length of some stronger, thicker cord, leaving the lovely she-male in a very tight and severe hogtie, her face pressed into the carpet of the rear storage area. The rear hatch was slammed shut and Frilly found herself plunged into a complete and frightening darkness, the only sound her desperate, excited breathing through the tight panty and tape gag. The sense of helplessness was complete and absolute; an overwhelming feeling of submission washed over her. She tested the bounds holding her in the taught, uncomfortable, but also deeply erotic hog-tie and moaned with a furious, darkly masochistic pleasure. A feeling of aching feminine need teased her tethered form and, despite the trepidation inspired by the darkness, she was enveloped by the most wonderful and all pervasive sexual arousal. Her sealed, tormented cock pressed into the carpeted floor of the storage space and she moaned with a desperate sado-erotic craving into the wicked, teasing gag. Then something else happened, something that added a new level of wild and perverse stimulation to her strange, kinky ordeal: within a few astonishing seconds, the humming plug teasing her widened arse went from a mild, highly pleasurable vibration to a sudden extreme shuddering. Almost instantly, her body was wracked by incredible waves of savage, inescapable pleasure made so much more devastating by the wicked sex drug that was flooding her veins. She squealed into the absolute blackness in astonishment and outage, unable in any way to resist these cruel, unyielding ministrations. Her body struggled pointlessly, every muscle brutally tense, every nerve alive with agonisingly beautiful desire. Her mind was suddenly unable to process any thought other than those thickly laced with dark desire. She wiggled and squealed and was truly consumed. She felt the car start, the vibrating throb of its engines adding to the ecstatic torment of vibrations now overwhelming every inch of her sissy being. Visions of the gorgeous women of the Silken Illusion flooded her mind; mature, determined, wicked; their intentions so obvious and so erotically perverse. Then there were the sissies, the small army of fetish doll beauties so carefully prepared by their cruel, gorgeous mistresses. She remembered the burning need in their girlish eyes and knew that she too was now possessed by this need, and that this furious, unforgiving desire would be the strongest assurance of her absolute submission to her ultra-feminised fate. Then she recalled Daisy, an image of she-male perfection filling her tormented mind with a reality that seemed to break through the film of sex addled thought into brilliant, terrible reality. A buxom vision wrapped in creamy yellow silk and sheer white nylon, her startling sky blue eyes so full of kinky promise, her body a monument to the devilish genius of Ms Kane, the owner of the Silken Illusion boutique. She moaned into the pungent panties of the sinister Ms Erickson and felt the car slip quietly from the car park out onto the road and towards her home, the home she had occupied, until this morning, as a wayward, depressed, feckless young male, the home to which she would return a beautiful sissy creature of the Silken Illusion. And then there was her stepmother, the secret designer of her marvellously perverse fate. The woman who had represented for so long an image of haughty contempt and cruel beauty. A woman Freddie had always been confused by, his thoughts a collision of hate, fear and barely suppressed desire. Images of her ample form, always so carefully and erotically attired, filled his mind, images that he had secretly masturbated over during so many lonely, tormenting nights, exploding into his hands with a gasp of frustrated need and dark, sad disgust. Then there had been the secret trips to her bedroom, the so nervous study of her under things, of her most secret and wonderful feminine truths. As she - now Frilly the gorgeous, dainty sissy - recalled this ambiguous past, she continued to moan and writhe, her silk and rubber imprisoned cock pressing like hot lead into the floor of the luggage space. She felt the car speed up: they were on the open road. She knew they were leaving the town and heading out into the country, to the large, expensive and beautiful house Frilly's stepmother had inherited from her husband, the she-male's father, dead now nearly five years. It was here they would train her, here they would transform her completely into a willing sissy slave, a thought she could not fear, could not resist. Indeed, the thought of her impending servitude inspired nothing but a dreadfully powerful arousal driven by the powerful sex drug, her secret desire for her stepmother and something else, something that had always been lurking deep within Freddie: a distinctly feminine masochism. The journey took about maybe 20 minutes. She remembered the original journey to the Silken Boutique, bound in the pink body suit, sealed in sheer hose, tightly secured and gagged. She remembered her fear and anger, and - undeniably - her arousal. She remembered waking in her bedroom in this extraordinary costume, terrified and horrified, unable to move, unable to speak, her gorgeous stepmother standing over her like a sado-erotic goddess. She remembered the cruel smile and the electric rustle of her stepmother's hose against her thighs through the tight check skirt as she had moved closer to her pretty, tethered captive. Then there had been the teasing aroma of her powerful French perfume and her large, perfectly formed breasts straining against the gleaming fabric of her expensive silk blouse. The car slowed and bumped onto the gravel driveway that led through an archway of trees into a circular parking area. They were home, the home she had left as Freddie and would return to as Frilly. The engine stopped. She heard doors open and close. High heels struck tarmac in precise, determined clicks. Then the rear hatch was opening and light flooded the luggage space. Frilly felt the plug's wicked buzzing diminish and found herself both relieved and disappointed. Her startled eyes blinked against the power of the sudden light and fought to focus on the two figures now standing over her: the ample, exquisite form of Mrs Parsons and the beautifully stern figure of Ms Erickson. Ms Erickson untied the cording holding the tight, wicked hogtie in place and freed Frilly's ankles and knees. The two women then carefully helped Frilly to sit up and guided her from the rear of the car. She found herself fighting for balance, moaning fearfully into the panty gag, stunned and weakened by the torments of the plug, her eyes wide, her cock rising up before her like the fierce, sissified weapon of some paradoxical sex warrior. Her arms still tightly bound, she could only watch with increasing, hyper-erotised clarity as Ms Erickson reattached the bag of used panties to her silken cock and then added a new touch of perverse bondage: a slender rubber band sealed with Velcro fastening around the middle of the tightly sheathed sex tool. Sown into the band was a small rubber eye and it was through this that Ms Erickson then attached a silver chain leash very similar to the one her stepmother had used in the initial moments of her sissification. Ms Erickson then smiled with a teasing gentleness at the tethered, helplessly aroused sissy beauty and tugged hard on the leash. "Follow us, Frilly!" she snapped, moving forward without a second's hesitation and dragging the stunned sissy behind her like some gorgeously attired human pet (which, of course, was exactly what she was!). Frilly squealed with a sudden, desperate panic and tottered after the two stunning women, led by her sex, a potent symbol of her submission and the key to her terrible, dark and inescapable submission. As this strange trio approached the house, a fourth figure emerged from the large, columned doorway of Mrs Parsons" country home, a striking eighteenth century manor that was part of the very considerable inheritance from her deceased husband. This was Mrs Noble, the housekeeper Mrs Parsons had employed just a month before. A handsome, ample woman in her mid fifties, with a stern northern accent, a woman to whom Frilly -when Freddie - had taken an immediate dislike. It was only now, as Mrs Noble's lips curved cruelly into smile of surprise and deep satisfaction, that Frilly felt truly exposed and revealed. Here, in the open air, tottering helplessly across the driveway, her heeled boots striking the hard tarmac, her sex, angrily and irresistibly erect and displayed so embarrassingly before her, she very suddenly experienced the true perversity of her situation and also a very masculine anger. It was almost as if the appearance of Mrs Noble had drawn out the vestiges of Freddie from some dark corner of her rapidly changing consciousness. And it was at this point that Frilly hesitated, that she might even have resisted. But, of course, it was useless: Ms Erickson merely tugged even sharper and harder on the leash and the pretty, confused, utterly humiliated she-male staggered forward. They drew up before Mrs Noble. The housekeeper regarded Frilly with a cool gaze of wicked appreciation. "Astonishing," she said, her voice deep and hard, yet spiced with just a touch of something like arousal. "I've never seen such a fine sissy. Mrs Kane has excelled herself." The mention of the name of Mrs Kane revealed an instant and terrible truth: the appearance of the strict, humourless Mrs Noble had been part of the plot to transform Freddie into Frilly! Frilly found herself regarding Mrs Noble with a helplessly sex-filled gaze. She stood just over 5 feet 10n inches in a pair of black patent leather court shoes with sharp, three inch stiletto heels. Frilly's first thought was that this was the first time she had seen the housekeeper wearing such glamorous footwear. Indeed, her current costume was far more attractive than her usual bland low heeled shoes and loose, long black dress. Today her legs were revealed to just above her knees, surprisingly shapely legs sheathed in very sheer black nylon tights. Her dress was far from loose, and certainly not long. As Frilly had noticed, the skirt fell to just above her knees and announced a tight black silk dress that revealed the generous curves of her plump form with a disturbingly erotic intent. A thick black leather belt was secured around her broad waist and a series of black pearl buttons run from the belt up over her large, tightly restrained bosom to a high collar. Her grey streaked black hair was bound in a tight bob with a black steel clasp, and her lips, normally held in a stern line of contempt, were painted a deep bloody red. As a finishing touch, a slight hint of peach eye shadow had been applied to draw out the power of her rather beautiful honey brown eyes eyes. Revealed was an attractive, mature woman, a woman that Frilly felt was being exposed to the world for the first time. A woman the lovely, tethered sissy was immediately attracted to! "Yes," Mrs Parsons responded. "We are all very happy with the progress made today. Mary is confident Frilly will be one of her greatest creations. And we must all work extra hard to ensure that she is." "Oh don't worry, madam, I intend to make sure I spend as much time as possible helping with Frilly's transfomration. Mrs Noble then stepped forward and, to Frilly's horror, proceeded to run a long, blood red nailed index finger down the length of the sissy's silk sheathed sex. Frilly moaned with surprise and helplessly arousal into her fat panty gag. Her eyes went wide with an intense sexual shock. She tried to pull away from this cruel, mocking caress, but Ms Erickson tugged hard on the fiendish leash to keep her in place. "A well endowed creature," Mrs Noble whispered, her own sexual excitement now quite obvious. "And so very pretty. Such an improvement on that angry, ill mannered Freddie. I'm sure you'll be very easy to train in the art of domestic service." Poor Frilly was now wriggling and squealing under the torture of Mrs Noble's erotic intentions. Despite the reservations born in the last days of Freddie, Frilly's attraction to this latest mature beauty was all too obvious. "I think she likes you, Regina," Mrs Parsons said, her voice filled with cruel amusement. Mrs Noble smiled and nodded slowly, dark thoughts passing behind her striking eyes. "And this?" she said, gently fingering the transparent rubber bag that hung so strangely from Frilly's furiously hard sex. "A little gift from the ladies of the Silken Illusion," Mrs Parsons explained. "A collection of freshly soiled panties." Mrs Noble's smile increased. "What a kind thought. I must make sure I add to the collection tonight." Frilly moaned with angry pleasure and the women laughed loudly. "Right, let's get her inside," Mrs Parsons said, and Ms Erickson tugged harshly on the leash once again, leading pretty, tethered and painfully aroused Frilly into the house, closely followed by Ms Erickson and Mrs Noble. * As Frilly wiggled minced desperately behind Ms Erickson into the large oval shaped foyer of the grand old house, she was painfully aware of the two women behind her and their constantly appraising eyes. Her bondage and the high heeled boots ensured that her pert, silk wrapped bottom bounced with a helpless provocation. The tiny, rapid steps demanded by the boots also ensured that her white nylon sheathed thighs rubbed together and created a fetishistic sex static that was transmitted through her buttocks and between her legs, a static significantly enhanced by the now low, but still extremely pleasurable buzzing of the fiendishly exciting plug. She moaned with an utterly irresistible sexual pleasure and felt a sudden surge of masochistic ecstasy, a fierce, unyielding happiness that she surrendered to without a second's hesitation. Ms Erickson led Frilly across the hall and into the room known as the Library. Yet this was a room with no books. Instead, what had once been the library of the previous owner was now a large, light filled space used as an elegant and spacious living room. The floor was made from highly polished, dark mahogany tiles that turned the percussive strike of the various high heels into a symphony of feminine power. In the centre of the room was a long white leather sofa and two matching armchairs resting on a blood red Persian rug. Between the sofa and the armchairs was a glass topped coffee table upon which were set out a collection of official looking papers. Frilly was made to stand as her stepmother lowered herself onto the sofa. Ms Erickson joined her and Mrs Noble took up position at Frilly's side, taking up the slack of the leash. Mrs Parsons sat back into the sofa and crossed her long, hosed legs. Poor Frilly's eyes lit up with tormented sexual need as the beautiful woman carefully adjusted her skirt, pulling it down to the edge of her knees. She immediately noticed Frilly's inescapable arousal and smiled, her glistening blood red lips a terrible promise of unknown pains and pleasures. "Naughty," she whispered. Ms Erickson laughed. "But who can blame the poor little sissy fool," she said, leaning forward and deliberately placing a hand on one of Mrs Parsons" elegant, black nylon sheathed knees. There was a moment of heightened tension that held the key to the future of the relationship between these two women. Either Mrs Parsons would remove the provocatively placed hand or she would accept it as a gesture of intensification, a gesture of intent accepted and understood. Poor Frilly watched with astonished and excited eyes as her stepmother placed her own hand on top of Ms Erickson's and gently moved it a little further up her leg toward the edge of her checked skirt. Ms Erickson couldn't resist a smile of surprise and deep sexual pleasure. "Now," Mrs Parsons said, suddenly becoming more business- like and determined. She sat up and Ms Erickson slowly, reluctantly removed her hand. "As you know, you have six months to prove yourself to us or face the same fate as poor Bonnie. You will be undergoing the majority of your training here, but there will also be regular visits to the Boutique. It is important you get to know all the other sissies and participate fully in the group training sessions. I also intend to invite each of the sissies and their individual mistresses to the house to spend time with you. You will learn from them and they will learn from you. It is clear you have considerable potential and I think you will be able to help some of the more reluctant sissies to adjust." Frilly could only stare at her stepmother with intense admiration and a very obvious sexual desire. Mrs Parsons was taking complete charge of her ex-stepson's sissified future, and Frilly felt an overwhelming sense of feminine joy at the prospect! "Daisy will be a more regular visitor. She will act as your mentor and trainer in the more intimate elements of sissification. Your training in the domestic duties associated with your new role will be the responsibility of Mrs Noble. As you've probably guessed by now, Mrs Noble was employed with your transformation very much in mind and comes highly recommended by Mrs Kane. She has extensive experience of training sissies in domestic labour and I expect you to obey her without question at all times." Frilly listened to her stepmother with continuing amazement. Reference to the beautiful, gentle Daisy filled her with a secret and disturbing joy. She found herself wondering about the ?intimate elements of sissification? with a dark anticipation. "Ms Erickson and I will be in overall charge of your training. You will serve our needs at all times as required. Ultimately, I expect you to act as my personal chamber maid, and your training will reflect this." Frilly looked down at her gorgeous stepmother and felt an ecstatic sense of submission. Yes, she thought, I will obey you without question forever. She felt her rubber and silk sheathed sex strain with a terrible, endless desire and moaned helplessly into her fat panty gag. "I think she's quite taken by the idea of being you personal maid, Glynnis." Mrs Parsons smiled, her gaze fixed upon her sissified step son. Her beautiful blue eyes held a wicked promise that made Frilly's heart pound with sissy excitement. "You will also be subject to various forms of therapy designed to strengthen your sissy personality and re-orient your sexuality towards an intense masochistic need for your sissification. The beauty of the Silken Illusion technique is that it takes the very considerable sexual energy of the teenage male and uses it to ensure submission and a helpless desire for everything sissy and ultra-feminine." Frilly's erect, tightly sheathed sex rose before the two women with an increasing fury. Her stepmother's words were like tender caresses driving her quietly insane. "Essential to your training will be the Nursery. This is where you will reside for the first six months when not undergoing the other forms of training. Regression therapy is a vital part of personality re- orientation, and when in the Nursery you will be completely babified. As well as acting as your domestic trainer, Mrs Noble will also be you nanny and supervise all elements of your babification." This revelation stopped Frilly's heart like sudden submersion in ice cold water. Her eyes widened in confusion and Ms Erickson burst out laughing. "Oh dear, I don't think she was expecting that!" "You will find that humiliation, real, harsh and calculated, is at the very heart of our plans for you, Frilly. I am sure you will find the nursery more than challenging, but it is essential for your training and the proper establishment of a true she-male identity." Frilly could only ponder the meaning of ?babification? with concern. Being turned into a baby struck her as truly awful and certainly not what she had expected of this already bizarre sissy education! Mrs Parsons looked at her watch. "It's nearly six, and Frilly has had a busy first day. I think it's time for her to get to know the nursery, Regina. Try and get her tucked up for bed by eight and then come back here. We'll have dinner ready by then." Mrs Noble smiled and nodded. Frilly looked at her stepmother with the slightest hint of anger and a dark smile crossed the mature beauty's full, blood red lips. "And make sure she is soundly spanked to remind her of the need for constant, unquestioning submission." Mrs Nobble tugged on the leash and poor Frilly, her bottom wiggling helplessly, each step a pretty sissy totter on the high heeled boots, followed without resistance, although with a moan of not insignificant concern. And as she was led from the Library, the sound of cruel, dark laughter filled the room behind her. * In the weeks before her transformation into Frilly, she - when Freddie - had been vaguely aware of what her stepmother had described as ?renovation works? to what was known as ?the Old Wing? of the manor house. This was essentially a set of rooms which had once been stables and had, in the 1950s, been converted into a studio and storerooms for a previous owner. Over the years, the studio - a large, perfectly square room - had been in turn converted to another storage space, and his father had used it to keep his vast collection of fishing and golfing equipment. After his death, Mrs Parsons had quickly sold off the equipment and left the room empty. It had been this space that had been the focus of the renovation, and it was towards the Old Wing that Frilly was now being led. She tottered desperately behind Mrs Noble down the long, shadowy corridor that led from the main entrance to the rear of the house. Her heels, combined with Mrs Noble's, created a sinister echo ridden rhythm that filled Frilly's heart with an increasing fear. She whimpered into the fat panty gag and fought to keep her eyes from Mrs Noble's very substantial bottom and long, black nylon sheathed legs. Desire fought fear and, thanks to the sex drug, it was obvious desire would always win. Eventually, they arrived at a door. Frilly immediately realised that the aged brown door that had previously led to the musky old wing having been replaced by one made from a gleaming white metal. The door had no handle, just an electronic card-operated lock. Mrs Noble removed a small pink plastic card from a pocket in her dress and inserted it into the lock. There was a sharp electronic beep and the door slid open. Mrs Noble tugged on the leash and Frilly nervously followed this beautiful, buxom and determined woman into a long, brightly lit corridor. At first the fearful sissy had no idea where she was. Everything appeared new and fresh. The atmosphere was rather like that encountered in a clinic or sanatorium - an atmosphere of treatment and education. There were no windows in the corridor, just a plain white wall on the right side and, on the left, four white doors spaced evenly roughly every ten metres. Upon each door was a number, 1 through to 5. Mrs Noble led Frilly past the first four doors and brought her to a nervous halt before door number 5. And it was only as she tottered to a stand before the gorgeous ?nanny? that she began to see where she was. Yes, this was the Old Wing, the four rooms that had been made from the stables, now completely transformed, unrecognisable. And as Mrs Noble used the card to open door 5, she quickly realised this was the largest of the rooms, the one that had been known as the Studio and was now, quite clearly, the nursery. Before her was the large, perfectly square room shockingly transformed. The poor sissy beauty let out a well gagged squeal of astonishment and Mrs Noble laughed bitterly. "Yes, my little sweetheart, it's quite a sight. Your mummy's been scheming and planning while you've been hiding upstairs playing with yourself." Before the stunned sissy was a large nursery, a room for the care of a baby. Yet it was clear that the baby the room was designed for was very special and unusual. For each item of furniture was adult sized: a large, circular playpen at the centre of the room, made from glistening pink wood; a full size high chair; a changing table; a long, barred cot made from the same wood as the playpen and the high chair. Along one entire wall was an intricate storage unit, a combined white wooden wardrobe fused with three separate chests of drawers, each designed to contain different types of clothing - baby clothing. On the opposite side of the room was what appeared to be an exercise bike designed like a little girl's bicycle. Beyond the bike was a set of shelves that took up the rest of the wall in length and stood at least ten tall. Poor Sissy moaned with fear as she considered the shelves" contents. Large, adult sized baby bottles, extra sized Pampers style nappies in polythene wrappers, plastic bowls and utensils, various powders and ointments, thick roles of masking tape, all coloured bright pink, lengths of coiled pink rubber cording, a number of large, evil- looking syringes. Also, a variety of bright medicine bottles, all containing some kind of thick, pink-coloured liquid. A staggering and terrifying excess of items all designed for the maintenance and training of a particularly adult baby! Yet perhaps the most disturbing thing was that all the free wall space was panelled with mirrors that reflected back the room and gave the illusion that it was at least twice its actual size. "Right then," Mrs Noble snapped, tugging particularly harshly on the leash and inspiring a squeal of real pain, "Let's get little baby Frilly ready for bedibyes." The stunning, ample dominatrix pulled Frilly across the room towards the large changing table. Despite her fear and horror, poor Frilly felt the increasing power of the sex drug and thus a tormenting and deeply confusing increase in her own already intense arousal. Mrs Noble's strong, rose tinted perfume trapped the sissy in a mist of pure desire, the rustle of her wide skirts tormented Frilly's girlish ears with the secrets of feminine power and the sound of her broad, firm, black nylon sheathed thighs rubbing together was the sound of high voltage sex electricity. Despite fear, despite the anger inspired by her impending humiliation, desire was all pervasive. Yes, she thought, this is their power over me: they control my sex completely; they can do anything and I will submit without question or resistance. As they approached one of the mirrored walls, poor Frilly found herself confronting her reflection much more directly than in the Silken Illusion boutique. She gasped into the panty gag as she saw herself set against the imposing figure of Mrs Noble and began to realise why the women all appeared so impressed by this first stage of her ultra kinky transformation. Thanks to her relatively petite stature, she - even as Freddie - had always possessed an obvious feminine demeanour. But now, having been subject to the wicked and perverse attentions of the women, it was clear this innate femininity had blossomed into a striking sissy beauty that made Freddie utterly unrecognisable and Frilly startling real. Again she had the strangest sense of looking at someone else, at an object very much other than herself. With her long, perfectly shaped and delicately hosed legs, her helplessly tiny sissy steps taken in the sado-erotic boots and the wildly kinky pink silk costume, she resembled a gorgeous sex mannequin. Yet with her long, hard cock raising before her slender form and the lovely blonde wig looking so disturbingly natural, and with her wide, pale blue eyes accentuated by her perfectly white face and the thick strip of pink tape sealing her lips, she was also a bizarre and deeply erotic paradox. In her own black patent leather stiletto heeled court shoes, the marvellous Mrs Noble was at least a foot taller than Frilly, and her striking, ample beauty was now much clearer. The wide skirted, black dress, tied tightly at the waist with a thick black leather black and fighting to contain her large, very shapely bosom, revealed a generous, mature, yet also highly sexual form that, as presented in the reflection before Frilly, inspired a deep moan of helpless, intense sexual pleasure. Mrs Noble smiled and laughed lightly. "My, you are in a state. Just think how much fun you can have when we've got you all babified!" Frilly tried to project some resistance through her gaze, but it was useless: Mrs Noble's hard, northern accent was like a fresh injection of the sex drug and the sissy's fierce erection merely increased in angry, frustrated intensity. At the table, Mrs Noble began to prepare Frilly for this new part of her strange adventure. She carefully removed the ribbons securing her arms and then began to unbutton the back of the one piece sissy suit so cunningly designed by her stepmother and Mrs Kane. Despite her robust tone, Mrs Noble's long, blood red nailed hands were surprisingly gentle and relaxed, and as she carefully freed Frilly's nylon sheathed hands from the grip of the pink silk mittens, their eyes met and a far more serious look passed between them. Frilly looked down at Mrs Noble's substantial chest with helpless, desire flooded eyes and the lovely dominatrix smiled softly. "It must be quite awful in a way," she said, her voice now nearly a whisper. "To be so tormented. To have so much angry sex boiling up inside with no release." As she spoke, she moved slightly closer, so that her bosom was pressing against Frilly's own silk sheathed chest. The sissy squealed with a grim, dark hunger and tottered backwards slightly on her heels. "If you behave yourself my sweet, you will get to see a lot more of these. Do you understand?" Frilly nodded her head furiously, her eyes wide with shock and need, her body rigid with an almost unbearable frustration. Once the mittens were removed, Mrs Noble set about removing the sissy suit, gently pulling it down over Frilly's slender shoulders and nylon sheathed body. Frilly was now in the furious heart of a considerable sex drug rush and found the undressing as arousing as any part of her kinky adventure so far. She moaned with helpless pleasure as the suit was removed and Mrs Noble's hot, cinnamon-scented breath caressed her alabaster cheeks. Easing the pretty pants section of the tight silk suit over the angry tumescence of the sissy's impressive sex incurred a pleasure whose intensity quickly crossed an always indistinct barrier into pain. Frilly squealed in an ecstatic agony as the gorgeous, ample Mrs Noble - her dark brown eyes aflame with sadistic arousal - untied the ribbon holding her cock in place and then very gently worked the silk cock pouch over her enraged member. She smacked Frilly's pert, girlish bottom playfully as it wriggled uncontrollably and she continued to squeal desperately into the fat panty gag. "Calm down, Frilly, you silly little girl!" Then, thankfully, the pouch was worked free of her sex and Mrs Noble was able to ease the suit down the lovely sissy's long, hosed legs and over her elegantly booted feet. Mrs Noble placed the suit on the table and stepped back to admire Frilly's body sheathed in the tight, sheer white nylon body stocking, her cock rising from its centre in its tight pink rubber prison, a potent symbol of male desire subject to the cruel discipline of absolute female control. Mrs Noble smiled teasingly and then stepped forward so that she could once again run a long, blood red nailed finger along the rigid, rubberised length of Frilly's cock. This produced the inevitable reaction in the poor sissy slave and very quickly Frilly was wiggling and moaning was even more intensity. The buxom, mature and utterly beautiful Mrs Noble laughed and increased her kinky and quite cruel ministrations, seeming to revel in Frilly's extreme arousal, frustration and discomfort. "Such a shame to waste all this," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fierce sexual excitement. "Such a shame." Her torture of Frilly complete, Mrs Noble made the sissy sit down on the changing table and quickly removed the pretty high heeled ankle boots before pulling her back to her feet to release the rubber mini-corset. She then began the testing process of removing the body stocking. More squeals of angry need followed as the stocking was pulled down Frilly's slender, feminine form and over her rubber imprisoned sex before being removed from her legs like a pair of tights and then placed next to the silk suit on the table. And so, Frilly was finally naked except for the wicked, painfully visible re-strainer. She stared at her reflection and marvelled at how, despite the obviousness of her straining male sex, she still appeared intensely feminine. "Now," Mrs Noble said, her voice becoming sterner, more matter of fact. "Your mother made it quite clear you were to be spanked before being put to bed, and I think it'll will best if I administer your punishment while I have access to that pretty little bottom of yours." Frilly's eyes widened, yet not just with fear, but also with a very transparent arousal. "There's no need to pretend you're frightened, Frilly. I know you can't wait for me to spank you. And even though I guarantee it'll hurt, I'm sure you'll love every second." Mrs Noble smiled cruelly and knowingly, her eyes gorgeous brown eyes burning into Frilly's soul and reading her every dark need expertly. Next to the changing table was a leather-backed, steel framed office chair. Mrs Noble lowered her ample form onto it with a slow, sensual grace. She then pulled up her skirt, so that her black nylon sealed knees and lower thighs were fully and gloriously revealed. "Down you come, Frilly," she snapped. Frilly looked down at Mrs Noble's broad, firm thighs and felt weakened with desire. Even without the encouragement of the high heeled boots, she found herself mincing girlishly towards her sado-erotic fate, her sex swinging before her like a long branch swaying in some strange sex wind. She leant forward with a thudding heart and wide, fear filled eyes. Mrs Noble then took the naked, beautiful sissy by the waist and gently laid her over her broad, soft lap. As she did so, she carefully ensured that Frilly's desperately hard sex was slipped between her legs, thus slotting the pretty, deeply apprehensive sissy firmly in place over her knees. Mrs Noble then carefully adjusted her balance so that Frilly's lovely girlish backside was exposed to maximum advantage. Frilly's toes touched the thickly carpeted floor, as did the tips of her fingers. She found herself staring down at the carpet, her thighs and stomach tormented by the warm nylon so sensually imprisoning the dominatrix's impressively firm and shapely legs. She moaned with a fearful ecstasy and awaited her fate, her adoration for this incredible woman growing by the second. She listened to the sound of Mrs Noble's increasingly rapid breathing and the excited thumping of her own heart. Anticipation suddenly became the total centre of everything - when would the buxom beauty strike!? But there was no painful first slap. Instead, to the sissy's surprise and dark delight, Mrs Noble began very gently to caress Frilly's bottom, running her hands over the two pale rose orbs and whispering playful proposals for a deliciously perverse future. "Such a little beauty, such a perfect sissy pet." Her voice was filled with hard, hoarse desire. A hand slipped between the sissy's buttocks and touched the tip of the constantly teasing plug. Then she pressed upon it and Frilly squealed with shock and pleasure, a dreadful confession of a weakness to be exploited by these gorgeous, wicked women of the Silken Illusion. "Yes, you love the little plug, Frilly. Most of our sissy trainees fight this quite aggressively early on. But the drug and discipline soon cure them of that. But with you?well, it doesn't seem you're going to put up much of a fight." She laughed and Frilly wiggled her bottom desperately, her well gagged squeals hiding a pea for the wonderful Mrs Noble to push harder and deeper. But then came the first slap. A resounding whack that caught the sissy totally by surprise and inspired a muffled scream of pained shock. Yet this was only the first of a robust barrage of very hard, cruel slaps that left the sissy sobbing pathetically into the pungent panty gag and wiggling with a girlish desperation made useless and rather painful by the firm grip Mrs Noble kept on Frilly's tightly restrained and now erotically trapped sex. The stinging pain increased in intensity until, to Frilly's deep embarrassment, she found tears pouring from her eyes and her squeals of discomfort increasing to a very babyish pitch. Mrs Noble, it seemed, knew how to administer a sound and very painful spanking. Poor Frilly endured no less than 24 harsh slaps, 12 to each buttock; and at the end of this cruel ordeal, her buttocks were throbbing and a deep cherry red. During the spanking, the ample beauty had said nothing, yet as soon as she was finished, she released her sado-erotic grip on Frilly's restrained sex and gently helped the stunned, sobbing sissy to her feet. Frilly tried her very hardest to halt the intensely girlish flood of tears, but the pain seemed to increase as she rose to her feet. Indeed, to stand was actually very painful and Mrs Noble seemed genuinely concerned by her charge's severe discomfort. "There, there," she whispered. "The pain will soon go away. It always does. Then I think you'll find the experience rather interesting." Frilly's was confused by her words and frightened by her actions. Mrs Noble had stamped her physical authority upon Frilly's shapely backside and established a very real and immediate power over her. She nodded weakly and tried to fight the urge to hop up and down like a pretty sissy bunny! As the pain engulfed Frilly's bottom in the form of an intense, deeply irritating heat, Mrs Noble calmly rose from the chair and set about preparing the next stage of this bizarre adventure. Frilly watched through tear stained eyes as the beautiful, mature Mrs Noble gracefully strolled towards the wardrobe that covered the whole of the far wall of the perverse nursery. She slid back one of the long white panels to reveal an internal set of tall, white draws. From one of the draws she extracted what appeared to be some form of pink rubber sheet and returned to her pained, apprehensive sissy charge. As Mrs Noble approached her, Frilly became aware of a strange transformation: the stinging pain engulfing her buttocks was changing into a less abrasive heat, a heat that slowly spread from her pert, girlish buttocks into her balls and the base of her sex. Her eyes widened with surprise and arousal and a knowing smile crossed Mrs Noble's beautiful, blood red lips. "I see the pain is fading and the pleasure beginning," she said, unfolding the sheet and holding it before the newly tormented sissy beauty. As Frilly moaned helplessly into the fat panty gag, she realised that the sheet was in fact a rubber variation on the nylon body stocking. "Yes," Mrs Noble said, seeming to read Frilly's tormented mind, "a variation on the body stocking theme. And a particularly delightful one for my pretty sissy baby." Frilly stared at the rubber body stocking, considering its detail with helpless, tormenting arousal as the heat in her buttocks and sex began transformed into a teasing sexual caress. The stocking was made from a thin, almost shimmering pink latex, very thin and delicate, but also imbued with the tactile strength and flexibility that rubber always seemed to possess. Like the nylon body stocking that had so sweetly tortured her hairless, ultra sensitive skin for the last few hours, the latex stocking had arm sections that ended in fingerless mittens. Unlike the nylon stocking, the latex stocking was also heavily frilled with white lace at the neck and around the tell tale hole in the crotch area which Frilly knew was to allow her sex to be fully exposed. It was then that she looked down at her tightly rubberised sex and saw that the stocking was the exact same pink as the restrainer - they would match perfectly. "Sit down, my sweet, and let's get this pretty little baby glove on you." Poor Frilly, stunned in complete obedience by the power of the strange desire consuming her soul, obeyed instantly. She lowered her naked, denuded body onto the leather backed changing table and felt the plug push a little deeper into her tormented backside. She moaned with a terrible, aching pleasure into the tasty panty gag and Mrs Noble's cruel, but beautiful smile widened. The gorgeous dominatrix then did something unusual and wonderful: she placed the stocking next to Frilly on the table top and began slowly to release the top buttons on her black dress, from the neck down to the middle of her large, beautifully formed chest. Poor Frilly stared in utter amazement as her generous, pale rose bosom was teasingly semi-revealed. The lace- frilled edges of a white silk brassiere nudged over the edges of the dress and the shadowy crevasse between the two ample breasts appeared as the entrance to a temple dedicated to the goddess of love. Frilly's eyes followed Mrs Noble's every movement carefully, hypnotised by her mature beauty and teasing grace, as the buxom beauty proceeded to kneel down before the sitting sissy. And it was only at this point that Frilly begin to understand the wicked genius of the unbuttoning; for as she lowered herself gracefully and carefully onto her black nylon sheathed knees, Frilly was treated to a spectacular overhead view of Mrs Noble's truly impressive chest and a moan of angry, helpless and intense sexual delight fought to escape her gag and fill the nursery. Mrs Noble looked up at the highly agitated sissy and smiled knowingly. "Shhh, you naughty girl," she whispered, her voice filled with teasing intent. "I don't want to have to spank you again." Frilly fell silent, although the true state of her torment was all too apparent in her wide, sex soaked gaze. Mrs Noble proceeded to draw the pink latex body stocking up over Frilly's silken body, using the same techniques employed in the Silken Illusion boutique to fit the nylon stocking. And very soon, Frilly's lower body was being sealed in the skin tight embrace of the slender, but strong latex material. She gasped with renewed pleasure as they teasing fabric enveloped her long, ultra-feminine legs and progressed up over her rigid sex and slender, girlish waist. It was almost as if the stocking was being painted onto her body, its shape seeming to adapt perfectly to her form as if by some strange, kinky sex magic. Indeed, Frilly was surprised how easy it was for the lovely, regal Mrs Noble to ease the stocking over her sissy form. As the rubber rolled over Frilly's body, Mrs Noble slowly rose to her feet and ordered the sissy beauty to stand. Frilly obeyed, and within a few minutes she was consumed completely by the stocking. And then it was as if her skin had been turned into latex, every contour covered perfectly appropriated and in a subtle and deeply erotic way emphasised. The thick, French lace frilling at the neck of the stocking rose up to the bottom of her chin and teased Frilly with perverse sexual promise. Mrs Noble stood back and admired the all consuming effect of the stocking. Her smile widened. She then stepped forward and slipped a hand between the sissy's legs. Although Frilly knew what was about to happen, she still gasped into the gag and squealed with shocked pleasure as Mrs Noble carefully worked her sex through the elasticated, heavily be- frilled crotch-hole. And, eventually, the tightly rubber restrained sex of the pretty sissy Frilly popped up before Mrs Noble and the mature beauty let out a rather girlish laugh of mock surprise. She then very gently worked Frilly's bulging, rubberised balls out of the whole. "Good," she whispered, her voice almost hoarse with dark desire. "Very good." Frilly was left to experience the strange, extremely exciting caress of latex rubber while Mrs Noble returned to the wardrobe to extract more ultra feminine delights. These turned out to be an adult sized, white ?Pampers? style nappy and a pair of pink plastic pants! Poor Frilly stared at these babyish additions with something approaching horror and Mrs Noble's cruel, even contemptuous laugh echoed throughout the nursery. "Oh dear, poor little Frilly doesn't like her baby pants?" she said, her voice high pitched and teasing, as if addressing a naughty little girl. Frilly said nothing. She stared down at her imprisoned cock and fought the sudden urge to burst into girlish tears, confused by the constant and rapid journey between extreme sexual excitation and brutal humiliation. Mrs Noble then rather roughly helped the sissy climb into the nappy and pulled it tightly up around her waist. The very noisy, semi-transparent plastic pants quickly followed. "Good good good," Mrs Noble said to herself, adjusted the elasticated waist band of the pants to make sure they were secured tightly and snugly, her body once again only inches from Frilly's, her semi exposed bosom heaving with arousal and promise and very effectively crushing any anger inspired by this latest humiliation. As soon as she was satisfied, Mrs Noble took one of Frilly's rubber sheathed hands and led the stunning, desperately aroused sissy towards the adult high chair that stood a few feet beyond the changing table. "You must be hungry, Frilly." It was only when Mrs Noble mentioned the possibility of hunger, that Frilly realised she hadn't eaten all day. The bizarre and often frightening events of the day combined with the appetite dampening power of the sex drug had ensured that thoughts of food had been furthest from her mind. She heard her stomach rumble and Mrs Noble smiled. The dominant beauty then helped Frilly climb up into the high chair. Its seat was made from thickly padded pink leather and as she positioned her pert bottom upon it, each slightly awkward, helplessly aroused movement was accompanied by the loud rustle of the ultra-embarrassing plastic panties. A pink plastic table was secure at an angle to the front of the chair and, as soon as Frilly was sitting comfortably, Mrs Noble slotted it into place over the sissy's billowing plastic pantied lap. She then used small rubber shackles attached to each arm of the chair to secure Frilly's wrists and did the same with her ankles via two shackles attached to the bottom of the chair's front legs. The sissy beauty squirmed with an increasingly angry, deeply masochistic pleasure as she was secured, her eyes still helplessly pinned to Mrs Noble's impressive and teasingly semi-revealed bosom. She was then forced to watch with concerned, sex widened eyes as her buxom ?nanny? strolled over to the shelving that lined the far wall. From one of the shelves she picked up a very large baby's bottle filled with a thick white liquid and an equally large pink plastic bowl with a matching plastic spoon rising from some porridge like substance. Mrs Noble returned to Frilly, her eyes filled with cruel amusement and an obvious sexual excitement. Frilly moaned helplessly into her fat panty gag, her heart pounding, her cock aching, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the deeply ambivalent pleasure she was experiencing. Mrs Noble placed the bottle and the bowl on the table before Frilly. Frilly pulled her teased eyes from Mrs Noble's spectacular bosom and looked down at the contents of the bowl: some kind of pink coloured mush rather similar to mashed potatoes. "A special liquidised protein meal dreamt up by a female celebrity chief, whose son is a sweetly mincing product of the Silken Illusion. This will be your staple diet during your time in the nursery." The mush had no discernable smell and looked vaguely unappetising. Frilly's disappointment was obvious and Mrs Noble rewarded it with a sharp, contemptuous laugh. "You don't look very impressed, Frilly. Well, there's not much I can do about that. And if you refuse to eat it, then you'll be on the receiving end of a caning." Frilly's eyes shot up in fear and she stared terrified into Mrs Noble's dark, teasing eyes. "Oh yes, my pretty baby. I have a cane. A particularly well used instrument of correction. And I'd be more than willing to use it on you." A brief, painful silence followed. Mrs Noble then leaned forward and, in one brutal tug, pulled the thick pink tape gag from Frilly's long sealed lips. Frilly screamed uselessly into the panties filling her mouth, the pain sharp, yet also brief. Her eyes filled with stunned tears. Mrs Noble released a suitably indifferent tut and then quickly pulled the soaking panties from the sissy's mouth. Frilly gasped with a deeply sensual relief. She coughed slightly as Mrs Noble discarded the panties and took up the pink bowl. "Open up, Frilly." The gorgeous, stunned sissy obeyed without the slightest hesitation and Mrs Noble proceeded to feed the mush to her babified charge. The mush was thick, vaguely soggy and cold. It was also virtually tasteless and there was very little if any pleasure to be had from eating it. Yet Frilly accepted each heavy spoonful willingly, her hunger now painfully real, and the meal was all to brief. And as she ate, she found her eyes wandering once again - quite helplessly - towards Mrs Noble's amazing chest. The mush was quickly followed by the bottle. The large, clear rubber teat was pressed with a cruel eagerness to the sissy's pink lips and, once again, Frilly accepted the strange offering without resistance or question. Unlike the mush, the liquid had a very distinct taste: heavily sugared full cream milk! Frilly drank the liquid with a touch of genuine desperation and Mrs Noble whispered sympathetic baby talk as the liquid poured down the sissy's parched throat. Then the baby meal was over. Strangely, Frilly felt surprisingly full, as if she had just eaten a hearty three course meal! "There," Mrs Noble whispered, placing the bottle back on the plastic table. "Isn't that better, babykins?" Frilly nodded weakly and her gorgeous nanny smiled softly, her maternal power absolute, her control complete, her sexual reality almost too much for the tormented sissy beauty to endure. And almost immediately Frilly felt sleepy. Perhaps it was the bizarre exertions of the day or the huge amount of energy consumed by her brutal, constant sexual arousal, but Frilly knew she was flagging quickly. Indeed, she was barely aware of Mrs Noble returning from another visit to the shelves and holding before her sleepy eyes a large dummy fixed to a heart shaped, pink plastic base. Thick pink ribbons seemed to be attached to each side of the base. "Something to keep you quiet during the night, my sweetness." Before Frilly could even think to protest, Mrs Noble slipped the long, fat teat of the dummy between the sissy's soft, girlish lips and very effectively re-gagged her by tying the dummy in place via the ribbons at the back of her head. Mrs Noble whispered her pleasure at the impact of the dummy gag and then released an increasingly sleepy Frilly from the kinky confines of the high chair. She then gently led the sissy back to the changing table and a final item of teasingly perverse baby attire. Frilly stared down at the pink silk body bag with tired, confused eyes. Mrs Noble smiled and explained its function: a heavily scented, sheath- like silk body bag made from expensive Italian silk to keep Frilly warm and secure during her sissy slumber. Frilly nodded weakly and complied without question as the lovely, ample nanny made her sit back down on the rubber matted changing table. Within a few seconds the beautiful woman was rolling the surprisingly thick bag up over her rubber sheathed legs and plastic pantied hips. Then Frilly was standing and the bag was being drawn up over her rubberised torso and arms and pulled tightly into position around her neck with thick elasticated band that ran through frilled slits. The band was eventually secured in a bow at the base of her neck. She was sealed tightly inside and thus totally immobilised. Yet this wasn't the end of this weird cocoon bondage. For as soon as the bag was secured, Mrs Noble used thick, pink silk ribbons to further restrict poor Frilly's movement by tiying them in place at her ankles, knees, waist and upper torso, each one secured with a fat, baby bow at the front of the body sack. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes filled with desire and the realisation of perverse possibilities, "absolutely perfect." Then came an even more bizarre and rather frightened moment: Mrs Noble made the poor, stunned, flagging sissy literary hop from the changing table, across the thickly carpeted floor of the nursery towards the adult size cot. Carefully supported by Mrs Noble, a woman of surprising physical strength, Frilly could just about make this short but precarious journey, moaning with dazed fear into the fat, very effectively dummy gag. The cot itself, made from the same shiny white wood as the high chair, was filled with a thick, pink rubber sheeted mattress and nothing else. Its barred left side had been lowered and Mrs Noble was able to guide Frilly onto the mattress with relative ease before laying her out onto her back. The large surface area of the cot contained Frilly's full length with ease and as her head touched the soft rubber mattress, she felt a wave of deep sleep wash over her. Yet Mrs Noble had one more surprise for the lovely sissy. "Don't go yet, my pretty peach. I've got one last treat for you." Frilly was now looking directly up at the buxom physique of the lovely Mrs Noble. Her large, shapely bosom heaved with dark desire directly above her head like some great, towering monument to the cosmic power of womankind, a power Frilly was now totally subject to. It was then that Mrs Noble produced the panties. Made from expensive black silk and laced frilled, she dangled them before him like the ultimate sexual temptation. "I wore these on all morning - while we were putting the finishing touches to the nursery," she whispered. "I got very worked up thinking about the fun we were going to have together and knew Mrs Kane likes to use used panties as training aids. So, what better way of getting to know me a little better?" Frilly moaned with sleep-dazed desire into the dummy gag and could only watch as Mrs Noble then proceeded to stretch open the panties and pull them down over Frilly's head, with the gusset section clearly exposed so that it was placed directly over Frilly's stopped mouth and flaring nostrils. Once the panties were fixed into their kinky position, leaving Frilly, suddenly revived, squealing with intense sissy pleasure, Mrs Noble revealed one final facet of the strange, wicked body suit: a hood fixed to the back section that Frilly had been too tired to notice. As the dark scents of this great mature beauty filled Frilly's nostrils, Mrs Noble pulled the lace frilled edges of the hood up around the sissy's bewigged head, leaving only a narrow corridor through which Frilly could regard her stunning mistress. "There," Mrs Noble said, "the final delicate touch." Poor Frilly wiggled with frustration and need in her intricate sissy bondage as Mrs Noble pulled the side fencing up and locked it in place. Leaning over the fence, the beautiful nanny looked down at her charge and smiled warmly. "The milk contained a sedative that will ensure that you get at least ten hours deep, dreamless sleep. You'll need the rest, as tomorrow will be very demanding. But, if you're a good girl, it'll also be tremendous fun!" Then she was gone and Frilly was left cocooned and helpless, her sex stiffer than ever, the smell of Mrs Noble's sex both very powerful and also intensely feminine. Then, to her surprise, she felt the anal plug begin to vibrate more strongly - Mrs Parsons had increased the power! She squealed with sissy pleasure and found herself bucking uncontrollably in the tightly secured silk body sack. But she could hardly move! The ecstasy was immediate and, for a while, unbearable, but then, to Frilly's surprise, weariness returned, a sudden, brutal wave, as if the increase in the plug's tormenting vibrations had been accompanied by an increase in the power of the sedative. She tried to squeal for Mrs Noble, for one last, tormenting view of her splendid, buxom form, but the dummy was a truly powerful gag, and, within a few seconds, she was falling headfirst into a bottomless pit of dreamless blackness. End of Part two