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THE SILKEN ILLUSION Part Three She awoke in a shadowy pink haze scented by the sweet, sensual odours of her beautiful mistress, Mrs Noble. Almost immediately she was aware of a desire so powerful that reality itself seemed to have been shattered into a million jagged pieces by a hammer blow of angry physical need. Her tightly restrained, iron hard cock was the new centre of the universe. Pleasure was terrible pain, a cosmic frustration that inspired a cry of despairing hunger quickly silenced by the fat, highly effective dummy gag. Bound in the body sack, she was unable to move, a bondage that added to her terrible tortuous arousal. Her big baby blue eyes stared with wild sex need through the leg holes in Mrs Noble's black silk panties and her nose filled helplessly with the tangy aromas of the buxom nanny's sex. The plug still buzzed teasingly in her arse at a power sufficient to inspire another well gagged squeal of outraged desire. This heaven was a sweet dark hell. Then she was aware of movement. A slight distortion of shadows at first, accompanied by the sound of the side fencing being unlocked and lowered. Then the astonishing vision that was Mrs Noble was leaning over Frilly, a warm, slightly teasing smile on her face. "Did my sweet little babykins have a good night's sleep?" Frilly looked up at her gorgeous mistress with pleading, sex maddened eyes and managed a nod followed by a long, well-gagged moan of desperate need. Mrs Noble's smile broadened, becoming crueler and darker. "Yes, the sex rush is certainly most severe first thing. How crazed you must be." She lean forward a little further and Frilly saw that she was wearing a white and very tight rubber dress with a plunging neck line that gave the tortured sissy a very full view of her very large, perfectly formed bosom. As Frilly squealed with angry sex hunger, Mrs Noble laughed loudly and brutally. The stunning dominatrix then helped Frilly sit up in the soft silk body bag. As Mrs Noble stood back to admire her sweetly restricted, babified slave, the lovely sissy found herself returning the complement. Her pretty blue eyes widened further as she helplessly drank up the full power of the erotic spectacle that was the buxom nanny. The white rubber dress revealed her buxom figure in a deliberate and startling detail. Despite its obvious generosity, Mrs Noble's body remained very shapely, its ample curves part of a vision of intense sensuality that inspired yet another dummy gagged moan of angry sex need. The rubber material of the dress revealed every erotic nuance of form, including the exact shape of her stunning 40 inch bosom and the rigid definitions of her erect nipples. The dress had a deep, V-curved neckline that revealed the true splendour of her astonishing bosom clearly. It was also surprisingly short - reaching down barely to the middle of her wide, muscular thighs. To complement the dress, she had sealed her long legs in very sheer white nylon tights and, to accentuate the great beauty of her elegantly rotund form, was wearing a pair of white patent leather, stiletto-heeled court shoes. Her auburn hair was still bound in a tight, precise bun and her lips were again painted a glistening bloody red. This was a vision of dominant feminine perfection to which poor Frilly could only submit totally. Mrs Noble smiled at his obvious interest. "Do you like the outfit?" Frilly moaned and nodded her panty hooded head, the secret smell of Mrs Noble filling her nostrils, her tightly restrained cock pressing angrily into her rubber sealed stomach. As she sat forward, the vibrator plug edged deeper into her arse and she squealed with an unbearable ecstasy. Mrs Noble's face filled with mock concern. Then she stepped forward and suddenly embraced the tethered, infuriated Frilly. "Ahhh, is my poor little baby all worked up?" Frilly's face was buried deep in Mrs Noble's huge, rubber restrained chest and she found herself momentarily fighting for breath through the tight, mouth filling dummy gag. A powerful musk rose scent rose from the dark crevice between Mrs Noble's plump breasts, and for a terrible moment Frilly felt as if she were being administered some strange sex anaesthetic. But then she was released from Mrs Noble's powerful maternal embrace. The gorgeous nanny set about preparing her sissy slave for the day ahead, the first day of her formal training as an ultra-feminised servant of the Silken Illusion. She set to work with a gentle determination, helping a deeply tormented Frilly down from the cot and carefully extracting her from the soft, yet still strict bondage imposed by the pink silk sleep bag. Eventually, Frilly stood before Mrs Noble in the strange rubber body stocking, the noisy plastic panties and, beneath, the embarrassingly thick nappy. And it was only as the lovely nanny began to ease the panties down over her hips, that Frilly realised how heavy the nappy had become. "Oh dear," Mrs Noble whispered, a teasing cruelty in her deep, sensual voice, "you've had a little accident." Frilly blushed with deep embarrassment, but the rising colour in her cheeks was obscured completely by the thick alabaster face paint. With the fat dummy gag tied tightly in place, only her big, sky blue eyes could communicate the full depth of her humiliation through the frilled legs of the panties. "The sedatives we use tend to weaken the bladder, so I'm not surprised." Mrs Noble quickly worked the full nappy down over the body glove. The rubber covering her groin and upper thighs glistened with urine in the soft pink light of the nursery. The gorgeous dominatrix dried the wet patches with a small, heavily scented pink towel and then helped a stunning, sex maddened Frilly to wiggle out of the stocking. Then, once again, she was naked before Mrs Noble, her sex rampant in its rubber restraint, her eyes wide with a furious sexual need, her soul consumed by a desire beyond words. And it was only now that the sissy beauty began to get a truly full view of Mrs Noble's new costume and in the process fell head long and quite willingly into a whirlpool of even stronger masochistic arousal. For the buxom nanny was a vision of fetish glory, an iconic statement of female dominance and total control. The white latex rubber dress clung to her ample body with a startling erotic honestly, revealing every astonishing curve, especially her very large, yet firm and perfectly curved bosom. Then there were her legs: long, statuesque, their elegant symmetry complemented by the sheer second skin of soft white nylon and the tampering, sadistic beauty of her stiletto heels court shoes. Yes, she was an amazing example of female perfection, and Frilly was her adoring, ultra submissive slave. "Let's get you cleaned up, dressed and fed. Then we can begin your first full day of training!" Her voice was filled with optimism and promise. Frilly stared up at her with big blue, desire enraged eyes and Mrs Noble's lovely smile widened, a rising sun filling the room with rays of pure, blinding sex. Mrs Noble led Frilly across the nursery towards the entrance. Even without high heels, the pretty sissy found herself wiggle mincing helplessly, no doubt partly inspired by the still mildly buzzing plug, but also by the increasingly powerful sense of her own femininity, as if she was being gradually transformed not just physically, but also mentally. And Frilly knew that this was indeed the case and felt a clear and startling joy at the thought. She was led out of the nursery and down the short corridor to door number 3. Using her plastic entry card, Mrs Noble opened the door and led the now quite fearful sissy inside. Suddenly she found herself in a large bathroom-like space. The walls were lined with sparkling pink tiles and the floor was covered in a hard, pink rubber flooring material. To her left was a large, circular bath, also pink, and just beyond it what appeared to be a shower cubicle with a frosted glass door. To the right of the cubicle was a toilet. Against the right wall there was a long, pink sink and a series of mirror bathroom cabinets. To the immediate right of the sink there were a set of silver towel holders loaded with carefully folded pink towels. And a few feet in front of the shower cubicle was what appeared to be some form of large metal stand fixed to a tripod base. At the top of the stand was a curved hanger from which dangled a large transparent rubber bag filled with some form of thick white liquid. A long pink rubber tube hung from the base of the bag. Frilly looked at the room and its contents with a fearful fascination. "I think we should start with the enema," Mrs Noble said, her matter of fact tone barely hiding cruel arousal. Poor Frilly's baby blue eyes widened with fear and Mrs Noble laughed softly. "You need to be clean inside and out, my sweet little angel. That means a thorough wash and enema each morning." Frilly moaned with genuine trepidation into the fat dummy gag and Mrs Noble's smile momentarily faded. "Your training is a test on many levels," she said, her voice suddenly harder. "You must accept it all without question if you wish to become a true she-male slave of the Silken Illusion. Remember the fate of poor Bonnie." Frilly fell silent immediately and nodded slightly. Mrs Noble smiled and then led her pretty sissy pet over to the sinister metal stand. As she approached it, Frilly saw that two leather shackles were secured to the floor via embedded metal clamps in front of the stand, a few feet between them. She looked down at the shackles and a sense of pure dread washed over her exposed, denuded sissy form. Mrs Noble brought the frightened sissy to a halt in front of the shackles and bent forward. Frilly watched, quiet horrified and yet helplessly aroused by the erotic spectacle of Mrs Noble's large, shapely arse sealed tightly in white latex rubber, as the beautiful, buxom nanny proceeded to slip the first shackle over her left slender, feminine foot and secure it tightly in place around her ankle. Frilly moaned with fear and discomfort as the shackle was positioned very tightly in place. Then the beautiful dominatrix took her right ankle and rather roughly pulled it towards the matching shackle. Suddenly her legs were pulled wide part and she was struggling to maintain her balance. This challenge to her balance was made much worse when Mrs Noble quickly secured the second shackle. Frilly squealed with fear as Mrs Noble pulled herself up onto her splendid high heels. "Just hold still for a few seconds, sweetness. I'll soon have you properly balanced." What the gorgeous nanny meant by this soon became terrifyingly apparent. As Frilly struggled to avoid falling forward, Mrs Noble proceeded to pull down a length of silver chain from a coil fixed to the ceiling. Attached to the end of the chain was what appeared to be a small pink rubber bag. "Put your hands behind your back - crossed at the wrists." Frilly looked at Mrs Noble with wide, terrified eyes, knowing that if she did this she would surely tip forward. "Don't worry. I'll keep you upright." She did indeed hold the frightened sissy firmly in place as Frilly nervously placed her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists. Still holding Frilly by the shoulder, Mrs Noble then carefully slipped the bag over both her hands and slipped it up her arms until it reached just below her elbows. The latex material seemed to tighten immediately and push Frilly's arms tightly together, making escape absolutely impossible. Then, to Frilly's utter horror, Mrs Noble released her grip on the sissy's shoulder and she plunged forward! The poor sissy squealed desperately into the gag, sure that she was about to collide face first into the hard flooring. But she fell forward only a few feet before a sudden, painful wrench of the chain left her pulled tight in a very uncomfortable inverted "r" position. Then, to her added horror, she heard a motor begin to buzz and the chain connected to the glove holding her arms together began to move upward, tightening the inverted "r" and leaving the sissy held very firmly in place, her legs spread apart to what felt like breaking point, her head forced down so that she found herself staring virtually upside down at her long, hard, rubber sealed cock! "The stress position makes changing the plug and administration of the morning enema much easier," Mrs Noble said in a teasingly indifferent voice, as hot tears of pain and fear trickled from Frilly's baby blue eyes onto the floor. Momentarily the sissy was reminded of her suffering on the gym horse in the Silken Illusion boutique - but this was much worse! Frilly watched Mrs Noble's long, white nylon legs move elegantly and sensually across her stressed line of vision. She noticed that the tripod base of the stand was on wheels and easily placed in position exactly between her tightly stretched and pained legs. She felt the blood rise to her head and gasped with discomfort into the dummy gag. "I know it's painful, Frilly. But suffering is a true sissy's ultimate vocation." Then hands were upon her buttocks, hands sealed in latex rubber, hands now slipping down into the gap between the pert, feminine orbs of her bottom and seeking out the cruel, teasing, helplessly pleasurable plug. As Mrs Noble gently eased the plug from Frilly's widened, ultra- sensitised backside, the poor sissy squealed with angry pleasure and dark, masochistic need. There will almost disappointment in her kitten like squeal. "I know, I know," Mrs Noble teased. "But I've got a lovely little treat for this naughty little hole once you've been properly cleaned. Her words were full of a promise that inspired further squeals of furious sexual need. Then, suddenly, the plug was free. Frilly felt her anus relax for the first time in what must have been nearly twenty four hours. Without the deeply lodged plug, she felt weak and exposed, and in some strange way incomplete. But this sense of emptiness was short lived, for within just a few seconds of the removal, a new, even more fiendish intruder was being inserted between her pert, girlish buttocks, its curved, almost pointed head covered in a cold, sticky gel that eased its entrance into her darkest, most tormented opening. Frilly felt her body stiffen with a mixture of apprehension and fear as what felt very much like a long plastic phallus slid inside her. "You will receive a warm soapy enema each morning while you are in the nursery," Mrs Noble reiterated, her voice filled with cruel amusement and arousal. "Not only will it cleanse your body internally, but also remove every last vestige of the most hidden elements of male corruption. In addition, it will allow you to digest the secret nutrients used to enhance the feminisation process much more effectively." Poor Frilly moaned pathetically into the silencing dummy gag as the head of the enema tube was pushed deeper and deeper into her arse. "You may feel a slight pain now, but it is all perfectly natural." Then, without warning, Mrs Noble shoved the head of the tube hard against some final resistance, and, yes, there was a brief, quite considerable pain that inspired a loud squeal of shock and outrage and a pointless struggle against the various restraints holding her pretty sissy form tightly in place. But the resistance was quickly breached and Frilly felt the tube slip deep inside her. She moaned with genuine fear. "There's no need to be frightened, little one," Mrs Noble said in her most soothing, maternal (and thus erotic voice). "Just keep still and let me do my work." Within a few seconds of the breach, Frilly felt the warm liquid begin to seep into her bowel. It was perhaps the strangest feeling she had ever experienced, a strange, fluid weight that seemed to bring her bowel alive, make it something independent, a thing that wriggled in a vaguely nauseating and profoundly alien way. Yet this sensation soon changed to something else: as the liquid filled her bowels, the sense of separate movement passed; then there was just weight, a weight that began to stretch and pull, to create a pressure that was building to some awful bursting point. She was sure her stomach was about to explode and began to squeal once again into the dummy gag. Mrs Noble whispered soothing semi-words and very slowly began to ease the tube from her bowel and back down the dark tunnel of her anus. Almost as soon as the tube was free of her arse, Frilly was she knew she was about to have a very nasty and embarrassing accident: the pressure to have an immediate and devastating bowel movement was overwhelming. But no sooner had the tube been removed then some kind of soft, rubbery plug was rammed home to hold any possible explosion at bay. "The wax plug will hold for about 15 minutes. Eventually body heat will dissolve it and then...well, let's just say it'll be pretty spectacular." Mrs Noble's teasing was followed by careful, but speedy release from the taught, stress bondage. As the stunned, disoriented sissy was pulled to her feet, she felt her stomach stretch down before her like a balloon filled with warm water and moaned with horror and fear into the gag. The gorgeous, cruel-eyed nanny laughed with brutal amusement and took the pained sissy by the hand. She was then led across the tiled floor of the bathroom towards the large, white enamel toilet. Each small, dainty step she took was informed by panic and an almost sickening discomfort. Without the ambivalent protection of the plug, she would undoubtedly have voided her bowels onto the floor. As they closed it on the toilet, Frilly, even in her desperately distracted state, began to notice peculiarities in its design. Firstly, she noticed there were more leather shackles fixed to the floor at the front of the wide enamel basin. The pink coloured toilet seat, made from some form of hard plastic, was strangely shaped, the rear section seemingly curved to contain the contours of a human backside. Also, attached to the enamel tank area at the rear of the toilet was what appeared to be a thick pink leather strap. Mrs Noble brought the frightened, pretty sissy up to the edge of the toilet basin and then turned her around. Frilly squealed with genuine terror into the dummy gag as the buxom, dominant beauty began very carefully to help Frilly lower herself onto the curving plastic seat. As she descended, she felt her legs spread and the cheeks of her buttocks part. The pressure on the wax plug holding back the liquid filling her bowel was suddenly tremendous. Tears of discomfort and fear trickled from her large, baby blue eyes. Yet there was no dreadful breaching of the gradually melting dam. Instead, Frilly found herself virtually slotting into the exact contours of the toilet seat, almost as if the original mould had in some way been based on the exact shape of her bottom! Yet there was also a slight dip in the curve and poor Frilly immediately found herself sitting back against the cool enamel of the tank unit behind her, forcing her legs to rise up in the air and as a result apply even more pressure on the plug! And no sooner was she pressed back against the tank than Mrs Noble quickly pulled out the pink leather strap and stretched it tightly across the sissy's slender chest, buckling it taughtly into place at the far side of the tank, and thus holding the unfortunate beauty firmly in this uncomfortable position. Yet even this wasn't the end of her terrible suffering; for as soon as the chest strap was secured, the ample beauty in tight white rubber set to work forcing Frilly's thin, girlish feet and ankles into the leather shackles attached by slender silver chains to thick, silver-coloured metal bolts fixed to the floor at the bottom of the toilet basin. Thus, Frilly found herself stretched over the wide basin, unable to move, brutally exposed and utterly helpless. And this helplessness was give a final sado-erotic touch when Mrs Noble then pulled poor Frilly's arms tightly behind the tank and used a pair of slender silver handcuffs to secure them painfully in position. "I need to get one or two things, and by the time I get back you should be finished." The gorgeous, buxom beauty leant forward and placed a soft, warm kiss on the sissy's snow white forehead before turning and leaving room, leaving Frilly secured to the toilet, her tightly rubberised cock still rising up before her like a rigid extension of this strange torture apparatus, her huge, wide blue eyes pinned helplessly to the erotic wiggles of Mrs Noble's large, ultra curvy and rubber sealed backside. The unfortunate sissy beauty squealed uselessly into the dummy gag and the tears of humiliation, pain and despair flowed even faster. She couldn't move an inch and soon -so very soon - the plug would disappear and her bowels would void in a dreadful, disgusting explosion beneath her. Yet even in the mist of this terrible, soul destroying torment, she was still overwhelmed with dark sexual need, her cock so rock hard, her desire molten gold flooding her teasing sissy veins. Alone, unable to move, physically tormented by the strain on her stomach and anus, and by the physical stress of the bondage Mrs Noble had placed her in, Frilly found herself recalling the incredible strangeness of the last 24 hours once more. Unbelievable, but real; astonishingly true and terrible. Yet also so very, very exciting, and so profoundly revealing. Suddenly the startling image of the wondrous Daisy filled her mind. How much she wanted to see this amazing she-male beauty again! Her need was a pain, an ache deep down inside her sex soul. Her need was unbearably all powerful. She was nothing but her need. And this ultimate fact was an astonishing aphrodisiac! Then, after maybe 5 minutes of imprisonment, she felt the plug weaken and, in one sudden pop, disintegrate. She squealed with shock and horror, a brief protest before the great, dark explosion began. It there was anything in her training that was to ensure the complete destruction of her previous male identity and the egoistic obsession with dignity and respect that always seemed associated with it, it was the daily enema administered while she was undergoing the first stage of training in the nursery under the wickedly imaginative guidance of the stunning Mrs Noble. In the minutes that followed, Frilly felt herself evaporate in a miasma of stink and discomfort. It felt as if her very insides were being flushed into the toilet bowl. She screamed into the wicked and inescapable gag, begging for release, for escape not only from this strange, kinky torment, but from the perpetual bondage of sissification. Her desire collapsed: for the first time there was no desire, only a desperate need for freedom and her previous male self. Yet, what she didn't know was that this was a dying anger, a last desperate grasp at freedom by her fading male self, a self that was being flushed down the toilet with the grim output of the enema. She sat voided, empty and furiously humiliated for another five minutes. Trapped in the smell and physical discomfort, crying loudly into the dummy gag, her white face covered in a film of sad, angry tears. Then, after what seemed an eternity, Mrs Noble returned, still sealed in her kinky nurse attire, her lower face covered by a surgeon's mask, a bundle of new objects of no doubt perverse function in her arms. "Poo!" she cried, her voice filled with cruel, mocking melodrama. Frilly looked up at her with angry but also defeated eyes. She squealed for release, her eyes wide, tear soaked and pleading. Mrs Noble laughed, placed the new objects on a self by the sink and then slowly strode over to her struggling, pained, humiliated slave. Despite the horror of the enema's explosive release, poor Frilly's rubberised cock was still rock hard, yet there was no sense of arousal or desire, even in the close company of the amazing Mrs Noble. The beautiful, dark eyed nanny pushed down a silver handle set into the side of the tank and the toilet flushed very loudly. Then she used one of her high heeled feet to press a silver button set into the floor and almost immediately a fine spray of warm, scented water rose up from somewhere at the bottom of the toilet bowl and began to wash Frilly's widened, exposed arsehole and buttocks. Frilly moaned with further humiliation, yet also some considerable relief as the spray, gradually increasing in strength, not only cleaned her privates, but also emitted a powerful perfume which quickly overcame the stench of the enema's grim result. Mrs Noble stared down at Frilly with grim amusement, her power absolute, her determination undeniable, her arousal obvious. "Right, let's get you washed and made up." Mrs Noble, after removing her mask, quickly released Frilly from her various fiendish restraints and helped the dazed sissy to her feet. Frilly swayed weakly before the gorgeous dominatrix, her rubberised cock still rock hard. Her stomach felt as if it had suddenly shrunk to nothing, the wrinkled remnants of a suddenly popped balloon. She felt desperately weak and quite dizzy. Mrs Noble led the poor, confused creature to the frosted glass doors of the shower cubicle. She slid back one of the doors and helped Frilly into the cool, scented interior. "The water will help bring you around," she said, leaning across Frilly's slender, stunned body and turning a large silver tap. Almost immediately a powerful jet of warm water crashed into Frilly's body. The sissy squealed with shock and a sudden, crystalline relief. She felt the water wash across her sensitized, silky smooth skin with an almost erotic power and was soon experiencing renewed, deep pleasure. Mrs Noble smiled. "There," she whispered, "isn't that better?" Frilly could only nod and feel her rock hard sex rear up before the amazing nanny with a renewed and totally desperate need. Mrs Noble's smile widened, her beautiful honey brown eyes filled with mischievous intent. Then she disappeared, returning a few seconds later with a large pink sponge and a bar of pink coloured soap. Through a film of warm, scented water, Frilly watched with hungry eyes as the nanny proceeded to soap the sponge under the jet of water and work up a thick, creamy lather with the bar of soap. As she did so, Frilly became aware of the powerful rose perfume. The plump, rubber wrapped beauty leant forward into the shower and began to apply the sponge to Frilly's naked, water drenched form. The sissy squealed with a helpless pleasure as Mrs Noble began to work the thick leather across her silky smooth form and the nanny laughed with a deep erotic joy. Here there was a sudden, profoundly sexual communication, a moment beyond the strict code of domination and submission - a moment of intense and genuinely mutual sexual pleasure. This teasing soaping of every part of Frilly's sissy form went on for maybe ten minutes. Mrs Noble ordered Frilly to turn slowly under the powerful jet of water to ensure that she managed to cover every inch of the sissy's feminine form in the thick, creamy, heavily scented lather. Frilly cried with delight into the fat dummy gag as the gorgeous nanny paid particular attention to her pert, girlish buttocks, especially the dark crack between them, and the area around her still tightly restrained sex. By the end of this incredibly exciting washing, poor Frilly was completely overwhelmed with frustrated need and moaning angrily into the dummy gag. Mrs Noble turned off of the jet of water and helped the furiously aroused sissy from the shower, wrapping her naked form in a huge, fluffy pink towel as she did so. "Now wasn't that fun!" Mrs Noble exclaimed, beginning to dry off the wide eyed sissy with the same intimate attention she had applied to the washing. As Frilly moaned and wiggled in the nanny's teasing embrace, Mrs Noble whispered tales of the future. "This is only the beginning, my pretty little poppet. If you behave and demonstrate real progress in your training, I can promise you pleasures beyond your imagining." As she spoke, she began to pay particular attention to Frilly's tightly imprisoned sex. "And this impressive little toy...well, it seems such a shame to waste its potential. So if you are a really good little girl...well, let's just say you might be surprised by the rewards." The lovely sissy looked up at Mrs Noble and there was an immediate communication, a powerful insight that filled the sissy's girlish heart with dark joy. Eventually, to Frilly's disappointment, the erotic drying was completed and Mrs Noble led the lovely, madly arousal sissy to the centre of the large, very pink bathroom. The powerful scent of roses enveloped every inch of Frilly's silken skin, a perfume of pure femininity that added to the irresistible embrace of her rapidly progressing transformation. Strangely, her insides felt as clean and scented as her outer body, the enema having left an odd, rather pleasant tingling in her bowel and a sense of inner purity perhaps not felt since she had been a baby. Yes: this was indeed a babification: a wiping out and starting again, a purification based on the destruction of one state of being and its replacement with another. As soon as the sissy was dry, Mrs Noble returned to the items she had brought into the room earlier. From these, she extracted a large jar of white cream and a pair of semi-transparent latex gloves. Returning to her charge with a gentle, reassuring smile, she removed the lid of the jar and scooped out a handful of a very familiar white cream. "Body paint," Mrs Noble explained. "Exactly the same as the paint on your face in terms of colour, but rather different in terms of texture. Like the face paint, it is long-life and extremely durable. A beautiful sissy doll's second skin. But it has certain enhancements. " As she spoke, Mrs Noble began very gently to apply the scoop of the thick white gel to Frilly's flat chest. The sissy winced as the cool cream touched her sensitive skin, but as the lovely nanny began to massage it into her chest, shock turned to pure, powerful pleasure. Their eyes once again locked together, Mrs Noble's powerful perfume tickling Frilly's flaring nostrils. An intense erotic charge was in the heavy air as the plump, determined nanny spread the gel across the sissy's chest and stomach. "The paint is impregnated with a number of chemicals designed to create certain...effects. The first is hormonal stimulation. The paint will increase the sensitivity of your skin and also enhance the strength of your already considerable appetite for sexual arousal. In addition, the texture of your skin will be changed. Strangely, and rather wonderfully, your skin will become silken to the touch, a fact that will only add to your arousal, and thus maintain and develop a circle of extreme erotic potential." Frilly listened to Mrs Noble's teasing description of the impact of the cream with some difficulty, for now the nanny had completely covered the upper half of the sissy's girlish form and was beginning to work the cream into her upper thighs, causing Frilly to squeal with surprised arousal and Mrs Noble to release a dark, knowing laugh. "Keep still my sweet. I know it must be terribly exciting, but you really will need to learn to control yourself if you want to complete your training successfully." Frilly fought to remain relatively still as Mrs Noble spread further fat blobs of the thick wet cream across her thighs and the rest of her legs, before turning her wicked attentions to the sissy's pert buttocks and the rest of her rear body; a slow, brutal and ecstatic torture that left poor Frilly close to tears of agonising pleasure. Then, after maybe 15 minutes, the sado-erotic torment of this strange body painting was complete. Mrs Noble stood back and examined her sissy charge with a careful, analytic eye, noticing one or two missed spots and quickly stepping forward to fill them in. "There," she said, eventually. "All done." Yet although the body painting was over, the ordeal of the bathroom was far from complete. Indeed, as soon as Mrs Noble was satisfied that Frilly was completely covered, she returned to the small metal table to retrieve the second tool of this stage of the sissy's ultra-kinky transformation. At first Frilly though that the gorgeous nanny had produced a strange white rubber belt, but as she brought it closer, the pretty, wide-eyed sissy saw it was something much more unusual. "I promised you a special treat to replace the plug," Mrs Noble said, her golden honey brown eyes filled with the flame of a sadistic amusement, her full, blood red lips curved into a smile betraying the deep pleasure she took from her strange, erotic work. It was then that Frilly saw the large, long white vibrator rising from a thick rubber band that ran downwards from the middle of the belt. She also noticed that the band itself tapered down into a small plastic ring. The look of puzzlement and fear that this weird device inspired, brought more dark laughter from Mrs Noble. "Oh, don't worry, Frilly - it's not called the Pleasure Belt for nothing." The nanny then leant forward and ordered Frilly to step into the belt's bizarre embrace. As she did so, she felt the vibrator brush against her feet and then tease her suddenly hyper sensitive skin as it was pulled carefully up her long, shapely, now snow white legs. As Mrs Noble pulled the belt over Frilly's thighs, she ordered the beautiful, tormented sissy to spread her legs apart. Frilly obeyed and almost immediately felt the vibrator slip between her buttocks as the belt section was pulled up around her waist. Mrs Noble adjusted the belt and used a small plastic lock positioned at the front to snap it tightly in place, leaving the long, cool plastic vibrator pressing teasingly against the widened tip of Frilly's anus. The sissy squealed with shocked pleasure as the ample nanny then moved behind her pretty feminised charge and began to ease the tip of the vibrator into Frilly's ultra-sensitive anal passage. "Relax as much as possible, my sweet. This one will be a bit of a challenge to start off with." Frilly tried to obey, but as the vibrator began its invasive journey to the heart of her sex soul, the pure and immediate erotic pleasure it provided inspired a tension of delight punctuated by squeals of sissy arousal. "Relax!" Mrs Noble suddenly shouted, slapping Frilly's creamy thighs with some force. As if to confirm her anger, the nanny began to push the vibrator deeper and harder inside her sissy slave. Suddenly, Frilly felt as if she were being split in two. Her eyes widened and her squeals increased. Pleasure was replaced by a sudden, terrifying pain. Poor Frilly begged for mercy through the inescapably silencing dummy gag and began to wiggle angrily. Mrs Noble placed a firm hand on the sissy's right shoulder to hold her in place as she forced the vibrator ever deeper into Frilly's back passage. Then, suddenly, the progress of the vibrator became easier (another barrier had been breached) and pain transformed almost immediately into a powerful, shocking pleasure. Mrs Noble smiled as Frilly's squeals of discomfort became moans of dark pleasure. Now the gorgeous nanny found herself restraining wiggles of ecstatic arousal. Eventually Mrs Noble released the writhing sissy beauty in order to secure the belt and thus reveal one final perverse and wonderful facet of its ingenious design. She ordered Frilly to spread her legs a little wider and crouched down in order to pull the gusset strap tightly between the sissy's buttocks. As she did so, she effectively pulled the plastic ring section through to the base of Frilly's bulging, tightly rubberised balls. This had the effect of pushing the relentless vibrator even deeper into Frilly's arse and inspiring more well gagged squeals of pleasure. "Keep still!" Mrs Noble snapped, as she proceeded to open the plastic ring, creating two half moons connected by a tiny metal hinge. Then, to the sissy's excited astonishment, Mrs Noble snapped the ring shut around her balls, locking them immediately in a tight, teasing embrace. The lovely nanny stood upright and tightened the belt section around Frilly's slender waist, securing it with a white plastic buckle. Standing back, her smile widened. "Good," she whispered to herself. "Very good." The ring had the immediate effect of increasing the length and strength of Frilly's already fierce erection. And her pink rubber wrapped cock rose before her like a leaning tower of pure, volcanic sex need. She felt the hot, taut flesh press angrily against the unyielding rubber skin of the restrainer and a mysterious sense of ecstatic, yet also quite awful frustration washed over her alabaster form. It was almost as if the pure, dreadful pain of absolute sexual denial was being transformed into a tormenting sexual pleasure. And almost immediately, Frilly realised this was indeed the case: part of the dark genius of the Silken Illusion training was sexualisation of submission and frustration, a joy in bondage and restraint on the part of the helpless sissy slave. As Frilly contemplated this latest addition to her endless sissy transformation, Mrs Noble took a long, silver canister from the glass cabinet above the sink and, smiling with pride and arousal, ordered the gorgeous sissy to raise her arms up above her head. The buxom, honey- eyed nanny then proceeded to cover Frilly in a fine mist of sweet rose perfume, a cloud of pure femininity that made the pretty, doe-eyed sissy swoon with an even greater pleasure. "There," Mrs Noble said, beholding her gorgeous creation with excited eyes, "my little sissy masterpiece is ready to be dressed up and fed. Then you can meet Mummy and her new, very pretty friend." Frilly stared at the ample, deeply sensual form of Mrs Noble and moaned with a terrible, bottomless and deeply masochistic pleasure. She felt the long, hard vibrator shift slightly in her divinely tormented backside and her cock stretch angrily against its inescapable and beautiful rubber prison. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating with a savage, yet also fundamentally submissive sexual need; her mind was wrapped in a sheer nylon prison of feminine adoration. Then her hand brushed against her thigh and an even greater moan of pleasure fought to escape the sweet sissy imprisonment of the fat dummy gag. For her skin now had the texture of pure silk, it had been transformed by the body paint into a fetish material of the finest and most sensual kind. Her pretty blue eyes widened with surprise and fierce pleasure and a broad smile lit up Mrs Noble's gorgeous face. "Yes, my sweet, your skin is now a pure, shimmering silk. Ultra sensitive and ultra erotic. Your own body is now part of your feminine costume of absolute submission, and you, of course, are its willing slave." Mrs Noble took Frilly by the hand and led her from the bathroom back to the nursery, a journey punctuated by well gagged gasps of erotic shock, as Frilly began to experience the deeply pleasure impact of the new, larger vibrator on her back passage, turning every step into a darkly sensual tease. Then they were back in the nursery. Almost immediately, Frilly became aware of her reflection in one of the mirrored walls. Now she was even more doll-like: a strange, snow white mannequin, a sissy tabula rasa upon which Mrs Noble would create the latest version of ultra sissy submission. She felt her heart skip a bit and her cock strain harder than ever. A sense of intense masochistic delight gripped her girlish soul. Her big blue eyes, doubly emphasised by the complete white facade, fell upon the buxom beauty of Mrs Noble with a ravenous sexual need. This was a beautiful and truly terrible revelation of a sissy self hidden in the shell of angry masculinity, her true, wondrous self. Mrs Noble led Frilly to the large, circular playpen and told her to stand to attention, with her hands held together at her wrists behind her back. She obeyed, with her tormented, rock hard sex rising up before her in its kinky rubber prison, and watched as the stunning nanny strolled in long, elegant, deeply sensual strides over to the vast, wall-covering wardrobe. Moans of angry need seeped helplessly from the sissy's fat, tight dummy gag as her sweet, girlish eyes continued to feast on the hyper-erotic spectacle of Mrs Noble's extraordinary, large, plump yet also shapely backside wiggling in its tight skin of white latex. This was a deliriously torture that Frilly prayed would never end! From within the dark depths of the wardrobe, Mrs Noble extracted Frilly's latest costume. A sense of sexually charged anticipation washed over the pretty sissy, her heart thumping, her knees shaking with a nervous ecstasy. Over the next few minutes, Mrs Noble made several trips to and from the wardrobe, slowly setting out the latest, astonishing costume on a chair close to the play pen. And as the revelation progressed, Frilly's eyes moved nervously from the chair to the teasing spectacle of Mrs Noble and then to the inside of the playpen, her senses bombarded by the beautiful truth of her sissification. The floor of the playpen appeared to be covered by a thick, circular mattress sheathed in gleaming pink satin. A series of circular, heart- shaped cushions, also sheathed in pink satin, marked out the parameter of the pen, each adorned with a striking sissy design of hearts, flowers, stars, pictures of what appeared to be babified she males, even one with a large red dummy sown into the fabric! Resting on some of the pillows were large dolls, each clearly female, but also dressed in a series of outrageous sissy costumes very similar to the ones worn by the other unfortunate charges of the Silken Illusion Frilly had met the day before. And then, hanging from the curved fencing of the pen was the rubber bag of soiled panties donated by the ladies of the Silken Illusion. A shudder of delight ran through Frilly's tormented body as she remembered the delicate, dark odours of Mrs Noble's silk panties. Her eyes returned to the chair as Mrs Noble placed the last items of Frilly's new outfit onto the chair. "There - all ready." Frilly looked down at the chair and then up at the splendid vision that was Mrs Noble, her wide, sensual eyes betraying her utter infatuation and need. "Yes, my sissy princess, this is going to be such fun!" Frilly watched as she took one of the extra large pairs of pamper styles nappies from the chair. Frilly noticed that there was an elaborate pattern of roses running through the water proof fabric. "First of all, let's get that naughty willy of yours snugly hidden away." She helped the tormented she-male beauty step into the nappy and pulled it up her silky smooth legs. The inside of the nappy was much softer than the one she had worn during the night, but it was also strong, as she discovered when Mrs Noble hauled the nappy up over her aching sex and snapped it into position around her waist. Suddenly her long, hard, bound cock was pushed firmly and securely against the fabric of the nappy and her front was perfectly sexless. Then, to Frilly's amazement, Mrs Noble very slowly ran her right index finger along the area where her rock hard, tormented sex was hidden, inspiring loud, dummy gagged squeals of utter sex torment. "Be quiet, you silly little sissy puppet!" the nanny suddenly barked, slapping Frilly's naked, silken upper thighs twice. After the nappy came a new pink rubber mini corset, bound very tightly - even cruelly - in place and inspiring gasps of genuine discomfort. The corset was followed by a pair of beautiful pink silk stockings and a new level of fetishistic sissy pleasure. Mrs Noble ordered Frilly to stand with her left leg held slightly upward and her toes pointed. She obeyed, using the fence of the playpen pen to maintain her balance. The stunning nanny knelt before her and began to guide the first shimmering pink stocking up her long, alabaster leg. The combination of the delicate, teasing silk and her own painted, ultra- sensitive skin was utterly astonishing. A tactile pleasure beyond words washed over Frilly's body and a particularly high pitched squeal of delight fought to escape the dummy gag. "Shhhh," Mrs Noble whispered. "Stay calm, my pretty little baby. I know its almost unbearable, but you must begin to understand the necessity of self-discipline if you wish to complete your training and become a fully fledged she-male maidservant." Frilly, her eyes watering, nodded weakly and tried to restraint further outbursts of simple sissy ecstasy. Eventually Mrs Noble fitted both stockings, using thick, pink and white lace frilled garters to hold them in place just below the base of the nappy. As Frilly fought to control the waves of pleasure crashing over her sissy form, she could only watch with helpless arousal as Mrs Noble continued the dressing. After the stockings came a pair of beautifully decorated, semi-transparent plastic panties. Shaded a very light pink and covered in a marvellously intricate pattern of roses, the panties were heavily frilled at the elasticated waist and the bloomer-like legs. Indeed the leg section was so long and wide that once the panties had been pulled into place, they covered the garters securing the stockings, although both were clearly visible through the semi-transparent plastic material. Frilly stood before the rubber wrapped generosity that was Mrs Noble, her sissy heart pounding with desire, and felt herself slipping into a bottomless bit of babified femininity. Her big blue eyes once again fell upon the huge promise of the nanny's spectacular, tightly restrained bosom and a further moan of desperate, almost painful need struggled to escape the fat dummy gag. Mrs Noble smiled and playfully tut-tutted. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, that she took a powerful, if somewhat ambivalent pleasure in her work and was, almost despite herself, strongly attracted to Frilly. After the plastic panties came the dress: a truly astonishing baby girl dress, designed to consume the poor sissy beauty in gorgeous infantile femininity. Made from thick gleaming pink satin, the dress was shaped like an inverted ice-cream cone and covered in an ever widened set of lace hoops that ran from the narrow and very high neck down to the wide, heavily petticoated skirt. Down the back of the dress ran a row of white pearl buttons that seemed to twinkle like sado-erotic stars in the strange pink light of the nursery. Mrs Noble slowly unbuttoned the dress, a teasing preparation that made Frilly even more aware of her strange fate and thus even more excited. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she said. Frilly could only nod weakly, her eyes filled with an aroused fascination. Then the buxom nanny carefully slid the dress over Frilly's alabaster head and arms and drew it down over her tormented, painfully sensitised torso. Immediately the soft satin set off a chain reaction of teasing excitement across the sissy's ultra-feminine form, a further, stunning envelopment that left Frilly squealing with girlish pleasure. Mrs Noble let the dress fall down past the sissy's waist and come to a surprisingly sudden halt some way up her stockinged thighs. Yes: the dress was very short. The conical skirt rested on a thick mountain of white and pink layer lace petticoating and left the bloomer-like plastic panties and the embarrassing nappy beneath open to easy and humiliating view - a very deliberate facet of its kinky design. Frilly found herself turning to the mirrored wall and beholding her reflection with astonished desiring eyes. Despite her shaven head and the strange film of white face paint, her femininity was undeniable, her beauty inescapable. Frilly looked at her reflection and felt a deep, hungry attraction and the terrible joy of absolute submission. She was consumed by an oddly narcissistic masochism. Odd because the creature she saw before her was both her and not her, her being reformed in the ultra-feminised form of the lovely, dainty sissy, Frilly. The next few minutes saw the gorgeous Mrs Noble apply the finishing touches to this latest exquisite dressing. First came a pair of beautifully detailed, pink silk booties, footwear for the babified she male. Frilly was helped to sit on the chair by the playpen, sinking into a deep pond of deliciously soft petticoating as she did so and pushing the terribly teasing vibrator even deeper into her widening, teasing arse. Then Mrs Noble, again kneeling before her pretty charge with an amused and slightly maternal smile, slipped the booties over the sissy's pink nylon sheathed feet. "Aren't they simply gorgeous, Frilly?" she purred, looking up at the furiously aroused sissy. Once again Frilly found herself nodding her helpless agreement. Mrs Noble tied each booty in place using pink silk laces, securing them in a tight, fat bow that added a further touch of babified beauty to the helpless, swooning sissy. And after the booties came the mittens: beautiful, large, pink silk mittens that exactly matched the colour and texture of the pretty booties and the wondrous, exploding baby girl dress. Frilly watched with admiration and desire as Mrs Noble pulled the rubber lined mittens over her girlish hands and then used silk ribbons wound through the soft fabric of the sleeves to tie them very tightly in place. The mittens had the immediate effect of immobilising her hands and increasing the intense, highly erotic and very deliberate sense of babyish helplessness. Enveloped in the astonishing costume, Frilly felt an almost unbearable sissy joy. The soft fabrics teased her ultra sensitised body and inspired helpless moans of dark, bottomless pleasure, an ecstasy of fetishistic delight that guided her towards a state of being beyond words. Yes, she was being utterly consumed by her feminisation. Yet, even this was not the end of her great, kinky adventure. For as soon as the mittens were secured, Mrs Noble, her ample form an glowing, aching affirmation of dominant womanhood, returned to the vast cavern of sissy delights that was the wardrobe and extracted more items of startling sissification. First there was a wig, a beautiful, carefully sculpted of thick blonde ringlets. Then there was a bonnet, a large, spectacular baby girl's bonnet made from the same shimmering pink silk as the dress, booties and mittens. These were the astonishing final touches to her uniform of absolute and inescapable sissy submission. As she sat stunned, overwhelmed, transformed totally yet not completely, her baby blue eyes followed the sado-erotic visage of Mrs Noble across the room towards her. She set the bonnet in Frilly's lap and then began to slip the amazing wig over the sissy's snow white, shaven head. It was a sea of golden blonde ringlets, each ringlet a complex whirlpool of silken strands; the strangely alien hair of a Victorian doll. And, of course, it was a perfect fit, clearly designed to order, her measurements provided by her stepmother. Frilly's eyes moved with sex hunger-driven desperation between Mrs Noble's tightly rubber sealed bosom and the stunning nanny's own honey brown eyes. The ringlets fell over Frilly's ears, tickling, teasing, tormenting. They brushed against her alabaster chin. They consumed and transformed her face. A few careful adjustments were made, and then Mrs Noble stood back to admire her delicate, kinky handiwork, her smile - dazzling, erotic, endlessly promised - at its widest and most beautiful. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "Fabulous. Incredible!" Poor Frilly swooned with pleasure and helpless sissy pride: Mrs Noble seemed profoundly impressed by the sissy masterpiece she had created. Then came the bonnet: a spectacle of perverse genius made from two or three separate and joined layers of pink silk, it's wide arch frilled with thick white lace, it's long side flaps attached to two thick pink silk ribbons that were quickly bound together in a huge, fat bow at Frilly's chin once the bonnet had been lowered over the sissy's beautifully wigged head. The first thing the sissy beauty noticed was that the side flaps were much wider and deeper than they first appeared, acting very effectively as blinkers, which made it impossible for Frilly to see anything other than what was immediately ahead of her. Thus, when Mrs Noble helped Frilly to her bootied feet, the sissy found herself gripped by a sudden dizziness, struggling to gain orientation and balance. Mrs Noble, seeing the impact of the bonnet, took Frilly gently by a mittened hand and led her towards the high chair. "The bonnet isn't designed for walking," the nanny said. "It is designed to emphasise your baby submission and for the amusement of your mistresses. You will be bonneted permanently while you are in the nursery. This may have a medium term impact on your centre of gravity, but, strangely, the focus it demands actually helps when it comes to learning to walk in the highest of the heels we will demand you wear as a sissy maid." Frilly was hardly aware of Mrs Noble's words. This was because the gorgeous, buxom dominatrix had brought the sissy to a nervous halt by the mirror directly opposite the high chair. Frilly beheld her reflection with renewed astonishment. The illusion of babified femininity was absolute and inescapable. Frilly was a truly beautiful baby sissy slave, her form a testament both to the power of the Silken Illusion and to the innate femininity that had so haunted Frilly when she had been Freddie, poor - confused, angry and desperate Freddie. Yes, she thought, this is what I have always been fitting against, the thing that made me truly angry: the feminine core of my being. But now, as she saw the truth, there was nothing but aroused acceptance and the pleasure of a dazzling revelation. "Yes, my love," Mrs Noble whispered, "you're gorgeous. And this is only the beginning. With our help you will become the most successful product of the Silken Illusion. " As she spoke, Mrs Noble let a hand fall beneath Frilly's exploding petticoats and gently caress a stockinged thigh. "So lovely," she whispered. "So very lovely." Frilly moaned with intense, painful pleasure as she revelled in her amazing reflection. Then she allowed Mrs Noble to help her up into the high chair. "Breakfast time," the splendid nanny said. "Then we'll get you ready for mummy." The dummy was removed and the teased, tormented sissy once again found herself being fed by the buxom beauty who was now here most intimate and attentive mistress. Again, the meal was the strange, pink coloured savoury mush. Quite starving, Frilly found herself easily and very quickly consuming two large bowls followed by two of the adult sized bottles of special baby formula. As she fed her charge, Mrs Noble teased Frilly with baby cooing and a very full and spectacular view of her large, rubber restrained bosom. Once the breakfast was finished, Frilly was helped from the tall wooden high chair in an explosion of dainty baby petticoating and led over to the playpen. Each step was a deeply eroticised torment thanks to the constant movement of the long, hard vibrator. Ungagged for the first time in many hours, poor Frilly could not resist a low, angry moan of pleasure. "Dear me, Frilly," Mrs Noble scolded, "such a naughty noise! Let's get you tightly gagged before any more of those rude sounds pop out of that silly sissy mouth of yours!" Once at the edge of the playpen, Mrs Noble lost no time in extracting a pair of used, powder blue nylon panties from the clear rubber bag dangling from the side of the pen and folding them so that the dark gusset was fully posed. She then ordered Frilly to "open up" and stuffed the panties into her mouth. As the familiar taste of the most intimate feminine secrets filled her, Frilly could only watch with aroused astonishment as Mrs Noble proceeded to extract a thick role of the pink "sissy tape" from the shelves and tear off two strips. She then carefully applied them to Frilly's bright cheery red lips, sealing them together and locking the pungent panties tightly inside the sissy's mouth. "There," Mrs Noble whispered, her husky voice a song of pure sex, "much better." Frilly's beautiful, wide, baby-blue eyes beheld the vision of maternal dominance that was Mrs Noble with helpless adoration. Then she was willingly led into the middle of the playpen, her heart bounding, her cock iron hard, her mind in the vice like grip of absolute and total submission to her incredible and bizarre ultra-feminisation. Once in the playpen, Mrs Noble helped the sissy to kneel down so that she was directly facing the nanny's long, white nylon sheathed legs. As she descended into a fine white mist of soft petticoasting, Frilly instinctively rested her buttocks on the backs of her upper thighs, thus pushing the vibrator even deeper into her arse. She squealed with an angry, helpless pleasure. Mrs Noble laughed and then left the pen, returning a few moments later with a collection of long silk ribbons. "The vibrator is liable to make you wiggle all over the place, so we need to make sure your nice and secure before Mummy sees you." Poor Frilly could only moan more desperately as Mrs Noble then proceeded to kneel down beside her pretty sissy charge. "Arms behind your back, my sweet...wrists crossed." Frilly obeyed without a second's hesitation. And so began the latest stage in Frilly's strange, hyper-erotic adventure. Tormented by the smell and warmth of the gorgeous Mrs Noble, she offered no resistance as she was bound; indeed, this latest bondage was greeted with a terrible sexual arousal. Yes, a new wave of the fierce, all pervasive sex need - a direct product of the sex drug coursing through her sissy veins - smothered her body and soul as the buxom nanny tied her wrists tightly together with one of the ribbons and then proceeded to bind her elbows so tightly they were left touching. She gasped with the discomfort of this strange securing, but was soothed by the sweet, erotic consolations of her splendid, gorgeous nanny. "Yes, it's very tight, Frilly, and also rather painful. But to be so helpless and to be so completely mine...isn't it wonderful?" Frilly could only nod furiously, acknowledging the powerful erotic joy inspired by her latest bondage ordeal. Once her elbows were secured, a further length of ribbon was used to bind her upper arms, thus adding a another layer of exquisite discomfort. Then the lovely nanny set about securing the sissy's white nylon sheathed legs at the ankles and, after borrowing beneath the sea of petticoating, her lower and upper knees. The sound of Mrs Noble's determined and aroused breathing filled the nursery. And once the sissy's legs were secure, the beautiful, ample nanny added the final touch: she used the last length of ribbon to secure Frilly's bound wrists to her bound ankles, thus fixing Frilly in a tight sitting hogtie and making it impossible for the sissy to move either forward or backward. Then Mrs Noble slowly pulled herself to her feet and inspected her latest handiwork. Helpless and overwhelmed with desire, Frilly looked up at her as if beholding a goddess. "Lovely," Mrs Noble whispered. "I'm sure your mummy will be delighted." * Frilly was left alone for a surprisingly long time. Soon after completing the pretty sissy's bondage, Mrs Noble had placed a soft kiss on her forehead (ensuring that Frilly received a face full of rubberised bosom in the process) and had then left the room, leaving the sissy to ponder her delightful fate as waves of furious, unyielding, maddening desire crashed against her expertly feminised form. As she knelt, so tightly and erotically bound and gagged, she found herself recalling the utterly strange and astonishing events of the last 24 hours. The terror of her awakening before her step mother, tethered, hooded, her mouth stuffed with damp, pungent panties. The utter humiliation of her transportation to the Silken Illusion. The amazing spectacle of the other sissies paraded in their own deeply embarrassing ultra feminine attire. The gradual pleasure of her further transformation from confused, frightened and angry Freddie into pretty, helplessly feminine Frilly. Then there was Daisy, the stunning she-male slave who was a model for them all: the creature they were to be emulate, whether they liked it or not. Gorgeous, sexy Daisy, whose big blue eyes had consumed Frilly so frankly and erotically. A gaze of blatant desire that the sissy had found so thrilling. Then there had been the provocative sexual power of her mistresses: her gorgeous, always secretly desired stepmother; the stern visage of Ms Erickson; the cruel, fiery beauty of Ms Kane and the sensual, generous allure of the buxom Mrs Noble. Each thought added to her wild, chemically enhanced sexual arousal. The long, hard vibrator pressed deep into her widening, tormented arse and she squealed into the fat panty gag with angry delight. She struggled playfully and hungrily in her tight silken bonds. She felt every inch of her expertly feminised and sensitised body revel in the delights of the layers of soft, teasing sissy attire. And as the door to the nursery opened, she knew resistance was truly futile; that she would submit completely and utterly to any demand, to any humiliation, to any female order. Her stepmother, followed by Ms Erickson and Mrs Noble, entered the room. Frilly moaned deeply into her gag at the sight of her beautiful stepmother. Mrs Parsons smiled with genuine surprise and an obvious sexual arousal. "Goodness gracious, what a spectacle!" she exclaimed, her ice blue eyes filled with cruel passion, her glistening blood red lips spreading into a deeper, much darker smile of desiring contemplation. She was dressed in a tight white nylon sweater that displayed her full, perfectly formed bosom to maximum effect and a knee length black skirt. Her long legs were sheathed in black nylon and ended at feet wrapped in a pair of very high heeled, black patent leather court shoes. Her thick, glossy brown hair was tied in a tight bun with a silver metal clasp, a final touch of stern design whose purpose was to present a vision of total female power and control. Ms Erickson, her own cruel smile unchanged from yesterday, was dressed in a striking and very tight silk trouser suit of powder blue. She wore high heeled white leather court shoes which partially revealed feet sheathed in white nylon. The suit managed brilliantly to accentuate her precise, athletic figure and also to heighten the sexual ambiguity at the heart of her personality. The aura of dominance that shone from her stunning form was both highly erotic and intensely intimidating. Poor Frilly looked up at the two gorgeous women with a desire and adoration. Their powerful perfumes cut through the cool air of the nursery and tickled the sissy's helplessly flaring nostrils. She was drowning in a sweet sea of masochistic sex. "A splendid job," Ms Erikson said, her voice filled with ironic malice and perverse contemplation. Mrs Noble smiled modestly. "Thank you. But I had a perfect sissy to work on. Frilly is really one of the most promising specimens I've had the pleasure to transform." "Yes," Mrs Parsons added, "we've been very lucky. I could always see something feminine in Freddie. And I'm sure that was why he was such a wayward young man. He was struggling against his true sissy nature." "Well that struggle will soon be over," Mrs Noble said. The brief silence that followed was a simple affirmation of an inescapable fact: Freddie was gone, replaced with the pretty babified sissy Frilly. Soon, thanks to the cunning techniques of the Silken Illusion and the wickedly perverse imaginations of these gorgeous women, all traces of the past male self would be completely destroyed. "Today is the first full, formal day of training," Frilly's beautiful stepmother continued. "The rest o