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Peter's Potty Training part 1 by dirteesissy Chapter 1. My name is Peter Tointon and I'm 18 years old. After leaving school and barely scrapping my GCSE's, my Mother decided to send me to a rather exclusive finishing school. My Father had died when I was just a child and just a few years later Mother had remarried to a rather wealthy older man named John Tointon. Just like my Mother he'd lost his partner some years before, but instead of a young boy she'd left 2 teenage girls behind, by the names of Hannah and Kara. I grew up in a home wanting for nothing, every wish and desire was catered too, but I was made to suffer in a very different way. While my Mother built up a very successful designer Bridal wear business and my step-Father worked in the city, I was bought up by a series of Nannies. When I wasn't at my expensive private school, I spent my time under the ever watchful supervision of a number of pretty young women who delighted in embarrassing and teasing me. Unbeknownst to me, my Mother had left strict instructions, with my Nannies, to make me pay for my Father's indiscretions. He'd been a notorious cheat and wife beater, so she saw it as just deserts to turn his male progeny into a simpering sissy and when her latest husband died, she went full bore with my total humiliation. I must have been the only 16 year old boy who graduated senior school, who wore full bridal lingerie, under his male school uniform. A tight white lacy bridal corset circled and drew in my waist. Garter straps ran down my hairless legs, attaching sheer white silk stockings, with a pretty pink and white lacy garter, on my left leg. White and pale pink silk panties covered my nether regions, with large silky bows tied at either hip or delicate lace detailing on the waist and leg openings, they screamed femininity. Kara and Hannah were both stood next to my Mother at my graduation, clapping and cheering me on, not knowing my shameful secret. At the end of the ceremony I stood in front of my 2 step-Sisters and squirmed in embarrassment, as my Mother took great pleasure in explaining to my beautiful, soon to be university graduates, exactly what I wore underneath my outer clothing. My face burned in horror as I was made to explain in great detail what I had on, after they both thought that my Mother was joking. As I was lead out to Mother's waiting chauffer driven car, my step- Sisters laughing at my predicament with relish and as we pulled away from the school, Mother had me strip down to my undies so Hannah and Kara could observe my naughty lingerie. Those 20 minutes driving home were sheer hell, as I was poked, prodded and felt up by 3 dominant women, but it was when I reached home that my true pitiless domination began. While Mother, Hannah and Kara, waited downstairs, my nanny, Inga, a 19 year old Swedish Au Pair, dressed me as my Mother instructed. In a parody of my school's girl's uniform, I was presented for inspection by the 3 ladies. On my feet were a pair of pale silk and white lace ruffled ankle socks, with a pair of 2' heeled pale pink leather court shoes. A pale pink and black tartan skirt circled my waist, but my panty covered behind was on clear display. The skirt alone was short enough so everyone could see my undies, but the frilly lacy black and pale pink petticoat, made sure I was unable to hide my shameful lacy panties. A sheer white chiffon blouse covered my upper body, but my corset was clearly visible underneath, that made my waist much more feminine. Mother commented that I didn't have anything to fill a bra, so there wasn't any need to wear one. A pale pink tie was around my neck and a straw boater hat finished off my outfit. My long hair was tied into bunches, which dangled either side of my delicately made face. I smelled of Britney Spears Midnight Fantasy eau de parfum, my panties in particular were drenched in the beguiling scent, as Nanny Inga sprayed them more than once. "What do you think, girls? Doesn't your little brother look brilliant! I've been dressing him for years in the most feminine of clothing and taken great pleasure in turning him into a complete pantywaist! If only his Father could see him now, his only son a total sissy! Serves him right for the way he treated me for all those years!" I was beyond humiliation as my 2 beautiful step-Sisters, took turns in pointing and laughing at me. Hannah, at 19, was the cruel one. She stood 5" 2' tall with long blonde hair and a pert, but curvy figure. Dressed in a little black dress, with a short hem that showed off her black silk stocking covered legs that ended in a pair of red patent leather 5' stiletto shoes she pulled me over to her and began to rub my bottom through my silk panties. "Peter, you look absolutely divine! I always thought that you were a bit of a pansy, but now I can see you're a complete and utter sissy! Imagine letting your Mother and your nanny dress you like a girl! What if all your friends from school could see you now, I bet everyone at school would make your life a living hell!" I begged Mother not to reveal my shameful secret to my school friends, but she told me it was far too late for last minute selfish desires. I fell to my knees and pleaded for some sympathy from these strict and nasty women, but I was fighting a losing battle. Mother stroked my cheek, as tears began to form in my eyes and I began to shudder in total humiliation. "It's all going to be alright, Peter! No need to worry if any of your male friends are going to see you like this anymore, because you won't be seeing any of them from now on. Instead of an all-boys preparatory school, I'm sending you to an all-girls school! You'll never have to spend a day out of your pretty silk and lace lingerie from now on! 24/7 dressed in the frilliest of clothes, with every classmate and teacher knowing your sissy secret!" I squealed in horror and tried to get away from these spiteful women, but Inga grabbed hold of me and pulled my arm up to the middle of my back, forcing me to bend over and display my panty covered rear. She spanked me hard across my bottom, making me cry out in pain and I begged her to stop hurting me. Pushing me down at the feet of my other step- Sister, Kara, I looked up into her perfectly made up face and shivered at the lack of expression on her stunning face. If Hannah could be described as beautiful, the 21 year old Kara was even more so. Dark, shoulder length hair and a pale complexion, gave her an alluring and sexy look. Dressed in skin tight designer white jeans, with black 5'stilleto heeled calf length boots, pulled over the denim's, just below her knees. A shiny black silk blouse completed the stunning outfit and I couldn't help, but be overwhelmed by her dominant beauty. "You looked like you needed that chastisement, Peter! Why don't I continue it, but in a more formal way. Come on, Peter, lay across my lap and I'll give you the bare bottomed spanking you clearly deserve!" Kara grabbed my right wrist and before I knew it, I was spread across my step-Sisters lap. I tried to struggle, but I was unable to escape from her powerful grasp. Ever so slowly she pulled down my silk panties, until they hung around my stocking covered knees. Hannah pointed out Inga's hand marks on my otherwise lily white and hairless bottom. As my step-Sister began to rub my already sore cheeks, I heard the doorbell ring. "Inga be a dear and answer the door. I'm sure Peter won't mind if his punishment is delayed while you see who's at the door." While Inga headed out into the hall and made her way to the front of the house Mother took great pains to explain that I deserved every moment of what was coming to me. She explained that she wouldn't tolerate any back talk or ill-discipline on my part, in the coming months and years of my humiliation. Any reluctance or unnecessary delays in obeying her, or any other female's directives would result in the strictest of punishments. "For this first punishment, Peter, your step-Sister, will use her open palm, on your well deserving bum! After this you'll have to take much more painful sessions from implements like the cane or paddle! Your bottom won't just be red and a bit sore, but black and blue! I bet everyone will be able to see your well punished posterior, especially with the petticoat's you'll be wearing from now on, lifting up your dresses and skirts! Oh, Peter, you'll be the prettiest little sissy slut in town!" I whimpered and Hannah sniggered that I was in for a real treat now. She explained that Kara was well used to spanking the deserving bottoms of unruly males, as she was presently in control of her university tutor and his wife. Mother looked at Kara with real pride as she asked if this was true. "I caught him surfing femdom sites online last semester and soon had him eating out of my hand! Like Peter here he needed to be bought to heel, so I took him back to his place, dressed him in his wife's best lingerie, tied him face down over the coffee table and proceeded to beat his bum with a handy ruler! An hour later his wife, Anne, returned from work and found us in their bed, but I was the one doing the fucking! Telling her that I hoped she didn't mind if I used her 8' strap-on to teach her husband who the boss was, she was soon joined us on the bed! Now I receive straight A's for my coursework and my tutor spends all his spare time serving both me and Anne as our feminized French Maid!" Mother clapped her hands at the story and hoped that Hannah was willing to get her hands dirty, in the same way, to make sure she got her degree. Hannah smiled a grin of pure malice and told her that she would be taking over from her Sister in the fall. She remarked that she expected at least an honours degree for her efforts. As these women made there despicable plans, I heard Inga returning from the door and by the sound of it she wasn't alone. "Come on in ladies! I know you're a little unsure why your Mothers asked you to come here today, so soon after your graduation, but if you step forward you'll be able to see everything much more clearly! For those of you who haven't met my 2 step-Daughters, Kara and Hannah, say hello and I'm sure you all recognise your former classmate, my dear son Peter! Don't be shy, Peter, say hello to all these pretty young ladies!" I slowly looked up and from under the brim of my straw boater; I looked at the girls who were standing there, staring open mouthed at me. The first visibly shocked young lady that was staring, wide-eyed at me, was one of the foreign students, Olga. With flawless pale skin, piercing blue eyes and long dark hair, she had figured for a while in my nascent wet dream fantasies. Dressed in a calf length lemon summer dress, with strappy sandals and a white angora cardigan around her shoulders, she looked very grown up. Asking my Mother if it really was me in the schoolgirl's uniform, my Mother told her yes. Mother explained that I'd been very naughty and was being punished by being dressed in girl's clothes. The second girl, Kaya, asked what I'd done to be so througherly humiliated. Kara explained to the waifish dark haired girl, dressed in jeans and a pink Hello Kitty t-shirt, that I'd been caught playing with his little winky, whilst sniffing his Mother's dirty panties. I tried to deny this false claim, but Kara yanked down my silk panties and stuffed them into my open mouth, making a very effective gag and forcing me to be silent. The third girl, Miley, who was still dressed in her proper school uniform, complete with her head girl sash, asked why they had been invited. Hannah explained that I'd begged to be paraded to some of his school friends. Miley laughed and told me that I looked cute, before turning and telling the others that she couldn't wait to tell everyone at school all about my punishment. "Why don't you take out your camera phones and film Peter, as his step- Sister tans his pretty little ass! He really needs to be taught his place and I'm sure you'd like to see him get his comeuppance! If you'd like, I'll help you post this online, perhaps on the schools website! I bet everyone will see his discipline within the hour and if they don't we'll e-mail using his friends list!" If I'd been horrified before, I was petrified now. For years my Mother had feminized me in the privacy of our home, but now for some reason she'd chosen to take my shameful secret public. I couldn't understand why, but one look at her face and I knew she was enjoying herself. She smiled down at me and reached over to rub my silk stocking covered leg. She caressed my leg threw that lovely stocking and I began to enjoy the sensation. "A perverted little panty sniffer like you needs to be well punished, so I think Kara should give you 30 smacks! 15 on one globe and 15 on the other! We want to be fair don't we, girls, after all we wouldn't want to be overly cruel and upset Peter would we?" This was the final straw for me as Mother preached fairness, as she blatantly lied about me and the circumstances leading up to this point. I didn't have long to ruminate on this fact as Kara began her assault on my rear. I moaned into my panty gag, as she slowly smacked my soon, to be throbbing globes. I watched with tear filled eyes as, Olga, came into my vision, holding her camera phone in my face and capturing my pain. She switched between my tear streaked face and the more serene face of my step-Sister, Kara. She asked her if she was enjoying discipling her sissy brother and with a beaming smile she said yes, but for one small problem. As Kara's final blow struck my tender ass, she pushed me off her lap and in to a heap of frilly petticoats on the floor. She reached down and began to part my frilly petticoats, showing the very curious ladies what she meant. "Take a good look, girls! Peter's hiding something, small and hard inside his petticoats! Don't be shy little brother; I'm sure everyone would love to see what's happening down there! I mean everyone already knows that you're a bit of a girly boy, but maybe Olga, Kaya and Miley, really need to see the truth about you!" I tried to swipe her hand away, but my Mother slapped me hard across the face and told me to behave or I'd be on the receiving end of more serious punishment. The 3 schoolgirls looked on with rapt attention as my petticoat was parted and my winky was bought into the open. I was hard and dreadfully embarrassed as my Mother, 2 step-Sisters, nanny and 3 school friends, stared at my willy. Miley, quietly and with a husky voice asked if all boys cocks were so small. Hannah giggled and told her that I was pretty underdeveloped. I cringed at the comment and Kaya asked if I would tell them why I was so hard. I shook my head and mumbled through my panty gag. Mother thought I should answer the girl, properly and had me sit on her lap. She whispered in my ear that I better be truthful or I'd be straight back over Kara's lap, but this time she'd paddle my ass. With a barely audible voice I told the gathered ladies that I wasn't sure, but I thought that I might be a sissy. Mother smiled and bade me to continue. I told the ladies in a stronger voice that I liked to wear girl's clothes. Kara asked what my favourite item of girl's clothes was and I red faced and stuttering, I said my petticoat. "All sissies' love to wear petticoats, Peter and I'm sure your no different! I can't wait to see you in a full organza and net confection that I have upstairs! I got it for your first day at St. Tabitha's, in the fall. You see girls my son, Peter, is going to be going to an all girl's school from now on! In fact, Olga, Kaya and Miley, Peter's going to be sharing a dormitory with you! I hope you don't mind keeping an eye on my sissy son and making sure he does as he's told!" Kaya and Miley readily agreed to help, but Olga was more reticent. Seeing her reluctance my Mother asked why. "I don't want some little nancy boy wondering around my dorm room, dressed in lingerie and dresses, watching me getting changed, with a tiny hard on in his panties! I'm mean look at him now, dressed in frillies and in the presence of ladies and he's rock hard! Isn't there something that can be done about his impertinence, Mrs. Tointon?" Mother told her not to worry, as she'd thought this might happen and had a plan. Asking Inga to go fetch the chastity belt from the cupboard, she explained that from now on my cock needed to be under proper control and she had just the thing. Inga returned with a small clear plastic device and Mother told us that it was called a CB3000 and would serve as a final level of control, for me. I looked on in horror as Mother explained that I would be locked in this device from now on and she'd be keeping the key. In a panicked voice I asked how I would be able to relieve myself from now on. With an evil smile she beckoned Olga over to her and handed her the device. As Olga took a good look at the CB3000, I yelped as I felt my Mother's hand reach under my petticoat and grasp my hard flesh, in her strong, warm palm. "From now on Peter, you'll only be allowed to spurt under the strictest of supervision, so no more sneaky spurts when you think no one knows! St. Tabitha's is a fulltime boarding school, so you'll only return home for 3 school holidays per year. Both your teacher's and roommate's will be reporting on your behaviour and deportment and if I hear 1 bad report, you'll stay in chastity till your next school break! Imagine Peter, if Olga tells me you've been playing with her lingerie without permission you'll have to wait another 3 months to have your spurt!" I begged my Mother not to be so cruel, but she just laughed and told me that I need to be treated this way. I cringed, but not in horror, but from surprise. My Mother started to slowly wank my cock, slowly at first, but it feels divine and I'm soon moaning in pleasure at her exquisite touch. "I hope that answer's your question, Olga? From now on Peter here will be unable to manage a stiffy in his panties, even when he's in the frilliest of petticoat's, silkiest of panties and helping you dress in your lingerie! Imagine that Peter, your dressed in a pretty pink French Maids uniform, fishnet stockings held by a garter belt, pale blue silk and lace Rhumba panties with rows of lace across the back. Your kneeling in front of Olga, your petticoat rustling between your thighs, she's naked and your face is only inches from her dripping sex!" I was panting now as Mother expertly pulled on my cock. Every eye in the room watched in rapt attention as my Mother spelt out my fate. Olga grinned at me and told me I'd make such a pretty Maid and that she couldn't wait to see me dressed just for her. She asked me if I'd like to serve her, wait on her hand and foot, just on the off chance that I'd be allowed to spurt on my return home. I was beyond humiliation and shame, beyond pleasure and pain and I knew I wanted this more than any think I'd ever wanted in my life. "Olga's waiting, sissy. Waiting for you to dress her, pulling on her panties, garter belt and stockings. Just make sure that the seams are straight, Peter, or Olga has my permission to spank your naughty little ass! Helping her into her school uniform and shoes before repeating the procedure for Miley and Kyra! You'll be so close to their pert bodies, touching them in their most intimate of places, but they know your completely soft in your frilly panties! No more hard on's for Peter, even when you spend all day in class with your ladies not learning anything other than how to serve them correctly!" I was shaking with pleasure as my Mother heaped humiliation on to me, but the worst was yet to come. Kara had noticed that something was happening inside my petticoats and moved them out of the way to gasps of surprise from the watching ladies. Everyone could see my Mother masturbating me, as I shook in obvious pleasure, at this most private of pastimes. Miley pointed her camera phone at my crotch and commented that I must be a real pervert if I enjoyed having my Mother wank me off. In total submission, I told her that I loved it and begged her to watch me spurt. She told me that I better come soon or she would have to promise to tell my Mother that I'd been naughty and I shouldn't be allowed to spurt on my first return home. I begged her not to, but she just sneered and slapped me hard across the face. "Peter you deserved that. You deserve everything that's about to happen to you and do you know why? Why do you deserve it, because you're a girly little sissy boy! A pantywaist, who needs to be controlled and punished by every woman he meets, tell me you want it and I'll make you come! You can spurt all over my hands and I'll let you lick up every drop of sticky come, as all these ladies watch your final spurt! Milk for us Peter!" As they watched and filmed I shuddered, my spunk spurting into Mother's waiting hands. She milked out every drop and as she had promised, she lifted that sticky hand to my mouth and I licked up every drop, tears running down my cheeks. Mother asked for the CB3000 and Miley handed it to her, before bringing in her camera phone in for a close up. Mother fitted the clear plastic device and with very little pomp locked me away, maybe forever. "I hope you enjoyed that spurt, Peter! It'll be your last for a while, never mind though, I'm sure we'll find other ways to let you enjoy yourselves! Now head upstairs with Inga and she'll clean you up, get you changed for bed. You've had a busy day and I've no doubt your tired. I'll just help the girl's post the movies online." Mother was right, I was bushed and so I made no attempt at resistance as she led me upstairs, past the snickering girls from my school. I was bathed and made up in the most slutty of make-up. An hour later I was led back down stairs wearing a pair of the most pretty shocking pink net panties, a baby doll nightie made of the same material but edged with white fur, shocking pink 4' mules with a furry top, hold up pink stockings and a sheer white peignoir. It reached all the way to the floor and swayed as I walked down stairs. Inga had told me to go down stairs, knock on the living room door, wait to be told to enter and then present myself to whoever was waiting. I was to obey every command as if my Mother was giving it to me. I tottered downstairs and knocked on the door, a few moments later a woman's voice told me to enter and I obeyed. Sitting on the couch was my teacher, Mrs. Wilde. She looked me up and down taking in every item of clothing I was wearing. Whilst she did that I feasted my eyes on her outfit, at school she wore conservative pantsuit's, but now she was a vision in rubber. Skin-tight and shiny black, it showed her terrific figure, her legs were covered in thigh high red latex boots with a 7' heel and a 2' platform. I gulped when I noticed what was in her hand, a cane 3" long and very springy. She beckoned me over with her finger and I wobbled over to her. "I've been sent by your former school to investigate some shocking videos that have surfaced on the school computers. I can see by your outfit that they're obviously real, so I've been instructed to discipline you for uploading such perverted material! I'm going to cane you bottom Peter and when I'm finished I expect you to thank me for the privilege! Now, bend over back of this chair and I'll prepare you for your well needed discipline!" I bent over the chair and she told me not to move my hands from the seat or the count would be started from the beginning and I would jolly well deserve it. I felt her lift my peignoir over my head, before she rubbed my already sore bottom through my sheer panties. She yanked them down to my ankles, before she kicked my legs apart and told me not to move again. She reached underneath me and checked my chastity covered privates. "Just making sure you're properly locked away, after all we all know it likes to get hard in the presence of ladies! Now feel free to clench your buttocks, cry or scream, after all sissies like you can't take a proper caning without doing at least one! Headmistress Smith told me to give you 6 of the best, but I think a big sissy like you should take at least 18 strokes! Time to start Peter!" The next 20 minutes were sheer hell as Mrs. Wilde caned me with real vigour. By the end I was bawling like a baby, but I remembered to thank her for taking the time to deal with me. I knelt at her feet and without hesitation or fore-thought, began to lick her shiny red boots. She patted me on the head, before she forced her fingers into my mouth and had me suck on them. "We had a little party after graduation, but we didn't bother to invite you because we all knew what your Mother had planned for you! All the Teachers and Parents stayed on to watch your debut as soon as it was posted online! A couple of the prudes ran out quickly, but most stayed to watch the whole thing. I know a lot of Dads, who're going to spend tonight dressed in the wives lingerie, getting the spankings they so richly deserve!" She helped me step back into my panties, before giving me a big hug. She told me that was the most sexual contact I should expect from a woman from now on, I thanked her, but she told me not to thank me yet. She began to rub the front of my perfumed panties and looking me deep in the eyes told me the most kinky thing yet. "Your best friend John has seen the movie Peter! His Mother made sure he had a chance to watch it before she sneaked into his room and caught him masturbating to your humiliation! She pulled him over her lap and gave him a spanking. Do you know what Peter? Right now John's being dressed in lingerie, just like you and being told that he's a sissy! We thought you should have a least 1 friend at St. Tabitha's, so his going as some other dormitory's sissy Maid! Aren't we thoughtful, Peter and look not a stirring in your panties. Your chastity is doing its job perfectly!" It was only 8 o'clock at night, but when Inga put me to bed that night I was soon asleep. My dreams were filled with kinky acts and desires which woke me up frequently. I'd normally beat my meat in this kind of situation, but when I reached down all I felt was my chastity. I sighed and then jumped as I heard my Mother whisper from the corner. "No more of that Peter. Now get some sleep, your step-Sisters have agreed to begin your training tomorrow. After all you'll need to be fully trained, when you become a Sissy Maid!" I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. Chapter 2. It was the first day of school and I was late. Mother had taken longer than usual at bathing and breakfast this morning and consequently we'd arrived 25 minutes late for the start of school. I was dressed head to foot in bridal silk today, Mother had one of her shops make my outfit especially and the fitting, in front of several of her customers and shop-assistants, has been one long morning of red faced embarrassment. An Ivory silk boned Victorian style corset pulled in my already tiny waist even further. Mother had put me on a forced diet and I'd lost over a stone of my already tiny waist. I wore an Ivory silk training bra around my chest, the cups covering my developing breasts. A series of hormone treatments and minor cosmetic surgery had made me look even more feminine. Covering my chastity enclosed cock were a pair of tiny thong panties; my bottom was clearly visible, as was signs of recent chastisement on my globes. My legs were encased in sheer white seamed stockings, held up by a pair of frilly pale blue lace and silk bridal garters. My feet were squeezed into a pair of 5' white stilettos, around my ankle was a gold chain with a tag attached, and etched into the gold were the words "I like my Mother to make my little cock spurt!" Long bridal satin gloves covered my arms and were covered in delicate stitched roses. My make-up was flawless and so it should be, as Mother had asked a tattoo artist to permanently apply the colourings. I was drenched in Britney Spears Midnight Fantasy eau de parfum, especially my panties. She'd taken great pleasure in dressing me in a see through plastic mac and I'd been on view to any passing motorist all the way here. As we pulled through the gates and up the long tree covered drive way, I pondered what my upcoming days would be like. Mother had spent the entire of my summer holiday working, leaving my training in the competent hands of Hannah and Kara, during the day and Inga at nights. I was taught all manner of things from domestic duties and cleaning, to dress making and sexual training. I was lucky to have slept more than 3 hours a night and was only deemed competent to act as a ladies Maid 4 nights ago. I'd spent 48 hours tending to every physical and sexual need of my Mother. I was caned, spanked and paddled. I spent 2 hours cleaning her toilet with a tooth brush, only for her to use it and dirty it soon after I'd finished. She berated my for my lack of ability and told me to start again. An hour later she inspected my work as I quietly sobbed, from exhaustion, but when she told me I'd done well and offered me anything I wanted, other than a spurt, I begged her to let me have the honour of cleaning her toilet in the morning. "Of course you can Peter. If your very lucky, maybe I'll let you wipe me clean and flush my waste away! Only very good sissies can do it though, so you better make no other mistakes between now and then!" The next morning my Mother allowed me the privilege of wiping her clean and flushing her toilet, I was quietly sobbing, not in embarrassment but joy. Kara and Hannah looked on with amazement when Mother explained that I'd begged for the honour and she'd been only too happy to oblige. Mother told my step-Sisters that I was ready and to begin packing my gear. We pulled up to the main entrance and I spotted a figure I recognised. It was Mrs. Wilde, dressed once again in one of her conservative pantsuits. She shook my Mother's hand, but ignored me as I pulled out over a dozen trunks, suitcases and clothing bags, before piling them by the side of my Mother's car. "Peter you be good and follow every instruction you receive here, or I'll hear about it and they'll be no spurt when you come home! Make me proud dear! Now follow Mrs. Wilde and I'll just be off!" I watched as my Mother left me and just for a moment I panicked, but Mrs. Wilde noticed and took me by the arm and led me inside. Telling me to return for my luggage later, she pulled me down a long corridor by the elbow. I was trying to take in all the sights, but I was pulled too quickly towards our destination. "You're over an hour late and assembly has already started, so make sure you apologise to everyone for interrupting! If you're wondering what I'm doing here, I transferred at the end of last term. I wanted to continue with your education, so your Mother arranged for me to be your Home room Teacher and Dormitory Mother. Basically I get to thrash your pretty little behind if you put a foot out of place! Now let's have that coat off and in you go!" Mrs. Wilde pushed me through a set of heavy double oak doors; with such a clatter that immediately every eye in the room was on me. In front of me were 7 rows of wooden chairs, with about 10 girls of various ages. The back rows had the oldest girls, most of which were shooting daggers at me. One girl in particular, a truly stunning brunette, looked like she was ready to pull me over her lap there and then, to give me a jolly good thrashing. Up on stage were 3 women, the first stood at a lectern and I took her to be the Headmistress, but she was impossibly young for it. She wore a traditional long black school ma'am's robe and a mortarboard on her head. Bright red hair spilt down either side. The second was dressed in a nurse's uniform and was extremely sexy. With long brunette hair and strong chiselled features, she made my heart race, but it was her figure in that tight fitting uniform that made all the difference. The final figure was none other than my step-Sister, Kara. She smirked at me and I knew I was in for a bad start. "Come here child! You must be Peter, our newest student at St. Tabitha's. Well you've made a bad first impression girly, so you best be quick smart and get up here!" A ripple of whispered conversation sped its way through the seated girls as the slower ones were told I was really a boy. Red faced and embarrassed I made my way to the front and up onto the stage. I walked over to the Headmistress and in a tiny voice introduced myself and tried to apologise for my tardiness and interruption. The red haired woman grabbed me by the elbow hard enough to make me wince and bellowed in my face. "You call that an apology, sissy! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes while figure out an appropriate punishment! I've heard that your Mother has done the only proper thing you can do with a sissy like you and locked up your little cock in a chastity belt! Why don't you show the assembly what isn't happening in your tiny panties!" Pulling me up from the floor so quickly my head spun, still with the taste of shoe polish from her 5' black patent leather stiletto heels, I was pushed to the front of the stage and ordered once again to lower my panties. Nearly 70 eyes were upon me as I obeyed my order, even now with all the training and experience I had I was still deeply humiliated, as a many of the girls began to point and laugh. The front few rows were made of the youngest girls and clearly didn't understand what they were seeing, all but 3 of them. In the front row with butter wouldn't melt in their mouths expressions, were my old schoolmates, Olga, Kyra and Miley. Olga wiggled her little finger at me and I got her reference to the size of my cock. I blushed, just as the Headmistress came up behind me. "I see most of my young ladies recognise this device padlocked to this sissy's tiny cock, but our younger girls don't recognise it. Can one of the younger ones tell me what it is and what its function is?" Olga's hand shot up and the Headmistress pointed to her. "Miss Killan, the sissy is wearing a chastity belt, a CB3000 to be precise! Its function is to prevent the wearer from having what is commonly known as a hard on! Peter, this sissy in particular was locked away by his Mother after he was caught by her sniffing her worn panties and jerking off! For this offence she has decreed that he can only spurt in her presence and only if he has been good for the previous 3 months! 4 times a year is his limit, but only if he behaves!" If most of the girls were sniggering before they were openly laughing at my plight now. Miss Killan thanked Olga and pushed me down to my hands and knees again. Telling me to lick the shoes of the other 2 ladies on the stage, until she finished the assembly and could deal with me, I crawled over to the stunning nurse first. As I licked her red stiletto heels she told me in a low voice that her name was Nurse Biel and I should report to her office after Headmistress Killan had dealt with me. She had me suck on her heels like I was sucking on a cock, telling me that I looked like I was enjoying myself. She told me that all of the girls were watching me like a hawk and I should expect to be the centre of attention later, after lights out. Headmistress Killan was winding down, so Nurse Biel pushed me over to my step-Sister Kara. I looked up at her beauty and shuddered. She pointed to her red stiletto heeled calf length boots. I started on the leather, but Kara told me to lick the soles clean. Although they weren't very dirty, they had clearly been worn outside recently, as licked up dirt and other particulars. "Hello Peter! Bet you're surprised to see me! Your Mother suggested that I take a gap year from uni and spend the time getting some valuable work experience. I'm the new Games Mistress! I'll be putting you through your paces, on the netball court and rounder's field! Better finish up as your about to feel the wrath of god!" Kara helped the still curious girls leave the hall and I was forced to take in my newest female dominant's full anger. She grabbed me by the ear and frog marched back out to the main entrance hall, past a startled school secretary and into her private office. Telling me to sit on the floor and not move I was left alone for a few minutes. Instead of Miss Killan returning, the secretary entered and introduced herself as Katy. "My, but you're a pretty sissy, aren't you? I've been looking forward to your arrival all week and I'm not disappointed! As well as my secretarial duties, I also teach ballet and dressmaking, so I imagine we'll be seeing a lot of each other over the coming years! Now Miss Killan wants you to watch this dvd while she takes care of a few things so have fun!" The film was clearly a home movie of some sort, but it took me a few minutes to realise that it was a sissy porn movie. A heavily made up sissy, dressed in cheap tarty lingerie and tied by his hands and feet over a coffee table, was receiving a real seeing to. 2 women wearing only black rubber pixie hoods, thigh high red latex stiletto boots and 8' black strap on cocks, were spit roasting the moaning sissy. For the next 20 minutes I watched as they hammered both his bottom and mouth, but the worst was still to come. One of the women went out of shot, but the other picked up a crop and began to beat the sissies behind. I cringed at every stroke, remembering how it felt to receive just such a beating. Suddenly the other woman returned, she'd put a shoulder length rubber glove on her right arm and she was lubing it up. I realised that the sissy was about to be on the end of a fisting. At this moment, both Miss Killan and Katy returned. "This is my favourite part, Peter! That sissy looks so scared doesn't he and he's got every right to be scared! Look she's forcing 4 of her fingers in! Man, I bet I know what you're think right now? You're wishing that was you!" I violently shook my head, but I was thrilled at the thought that something like this might happen to me. The woman pulled out her 4 fingers and poured more lube on her hand, before trying again and this time succeeding. Katy reached down and began to stroke the front of my panties, I looked up at her and she smiled a flirty smile, before pointing back at the screen. The woman's arm was now past her wrist inside the sissy's bum, with no sign that she intended to stop anytime soon. "Don't you wish, Katy was playing with your pathetic little cock right now, instead of rubbing your panty covered chastity? I know how much you'd love to spurt your cream everywhere, Peter, but your Mother knows best, doesn't she? Katy, Peter here hasn't come in nearly 2 months, he's balls are all full and swollen, but he's got no chance of release for at least another 3 months! If Peter's a very good boy while he's here with us, his Mother has promised that she'll wank him off next time he goes' home!" Katy asked me if this was true and I shamefully nodded. Katy told me that I was dirty little sissy and that if she was my Mother, she'd never let me spurt again. I was so horny as these 2 gorgeous women teased and humiliated me, but my eyes were once again drawn to the screen as the dominant woman's arm was almost elbow deep in the sissies bum. She started to punch her arm in and out of that sissys' hole and I longed to be him. All of a sudden, her arm was withdrawn and he was untied. I realised why when I saw his come all over the table. The other woman forced his face into that sticky mess and he was made to lick up every drop. With a start, I realised I recognised the sissy now that I could see his face, it was John, my best friend who Mrs. Wilde had told me would be joining me here. I looked at Miss Killan, quizzically and she smiled at me. "John's here at St. Tabitha's, but he's not as well trained as you Peter, so he's down in the recreation room! In our recreation room there's no pool tables or dart boards, but there are some sissies who need to be used and abused! John ran away from home and made it as far as his Brother's in France, but didn't know his Sister-in-Law is an Alumni of this school! He went to sleep one night in France and woke up the next morning, dressed like a cheap tart and tied to a bench! For the next 12 hours his Mother and Sister-in-Law took it in turns to rape his ass with giant strap on's! Another few weeks in the rec room and we'll return him to his Mother and he'll be much more accommodating!" Just as the film ended, the 2 dominants pulled off their hoods and I was startled to see that Katy was the one who'd just cropped John's bottom, but that the other was the senior girl who'd shot daggers at me during assembly. I asked Katy who she was and she told me her name was Megan. "Megan is my Head Girl and as such has pretty much free rein around here! 5 years ago I was Head Girl and took great pleasure in teaching sissies that there place in life is in service to women! I think I've already spotted Megan's replacement, the new girl Olga, I hear that you fancy her Peter, but you can forget about ever having a chance with any woman! From now on the best you can hope for is an occasional milking by your Mother and if you're really lucky, a nice big strap on in your bum! Now it's time for your punishment, follow me and Katy." I followed behind these 2 incredible women as they led me deeper into the school. We stopped outside the ladies toilet and Miss Killan explained that I would be spending the next hour or so inside. Katy had me open the door and go inside. The layout was very strange, like most ladies toilets there was several sinks and plenty of mirrors, but the stalls themselves were completely without walls. "We believe that every bodily function, whether its breathing, eating or urinating is a natural thing! Your job until Katy comes and relieves you is to clean this toilet, I want it to shine, but I don't want it smell of disinfectant, so I want you to use your tongue! Start with the porcelain and then the seats, if you have time do the floor as well! If any one comes in explain to them that your to be used as a convenience and offer to replace there toilet paper!" Katy told Miss Killan that this was a little extreme, but she responded by telling her about my begging my Mother to serve as her toilet slave as a reward. Katy asked me if it was true and I blushed that it was. Katy asked me if I'd like to be her toilet slave and I begged her. Taking me by the hand she lead my over to the toilet and asked me to remove her skirt. I unbuttoned it and carefully folded it up and placed it on a sofa. Next I helped her step out of a lovely pair of black silk French Knickers. I started to fold them but she told me to sniff them. "I bet you love to sniff dirty knickers, don't you, Peter? Can you smell my juices, Peter? I got very turned on watching that movie, earlier. That's enough for now, come here and kneel down in front of me. Now I'm going to have a pee in a minute and when I'm done I want you to beg me to clean my pussy! Here it comes, sissy!" Katy urinated in the bowl as I watched; she smiled down at me and called me a pervert. I nodded and admitted I was a naughty sissy who wished to be used in the most degrading ways imaginable. Katy finished and in a clear and loud voice I begged her to allow me to clean her pussy. Just then, one of the girls walked in and it was none other than Head Girl Megan. Miss Killan explained that I was being punished for my shameful behaviour at assembly and I was to clean the toilets with my tongue and clean any willing girl's pussy, as well. "Go ahead Peter and clean me! That's it sissy, make sure you get every drop or I'll spank your bottom! That's it girly accept your place in life, as less than a piece of toilet paper! Look Megan and Miss Killan, Peter's a worthless waste of space! I'm surprised your Mother didn't have you aborted when she found she was carrying a male child instead of a girl!" Katy pushed me away and told me I'd done an adequate job. Telling me to fetch her skirt, she had me help her put it back on, but when I went to fetch her knickers she told me to keep them. She told me to return them, no later than 10 the following morning, cleaned and perfumed with a 500 word essay describing how her knickers made me feel. I was to give detailed descriptions of the smell, texture and decoration. If I was late in returning them or the essay was of sub-standard she promised to cane in front of the whole school at tomorrow's assembly. Miss Killan and Katy left leaving me alone with Megan. She told me that I'd done nothing to deserve getting my tongue on her pussy, but that I should clean the toilet after she goes. Like Katy, I helped Megan out of her skirt and panties, taking care to fold them neatly. Megan has me watch as she squats above the seat, to splatter all over the seat. She wipes herself dry and hands me the toilet paper. "I want you to keep that paper as a souvenir of your first day at St. Tabitha's! Now I want you to clean up that toilet while I watch! I want it gleaming Peter, make me proud and I'll take you under my wing!" I remembered the video I'd just seen and knew where Megan could take me, so I licked and kissed every inch of that seat. Megan told me to start on the bowl next and to clean the floor next. For the next few minutes I became lost in an orgy of submissive desires, so much so that I didn't realise that Megan was masturbating as she watched me clean up her mess with my tongue. If another girl hadn't entered the toilet, I doubt that I would of even been aware, but Megan ordered the girl to get on her knees and lick her pussy. It was Miley, one of my old school friends. Megan was moaning and thrashing as the young girl lapped at that hole. Megan told me that I didn't deserve her hole, but I did deserve the big porcelain hole I was licking. I looked back over my shoulder and asked her about the dvd I'd watched earlier. "Don't stop your cleaning Peter; you've still got plenty to do! I bet you loved that scene didn't you Peter? I bet you'd love me to give you a nice hard fisting! I'd tie you down and loosen you up with a good strap on fucking, before I lubed up my glove and forced my arm up your bum! Nothing like it for teaching a sissy manners, that sissy in the movie was an ungrateful shit before I started, but by the end he was loving it! Did you know his Mother filmed it, Peter? She told me that he was some sort of big man at his last school, but I taught him that he's nothing but a pathetic sissy here!" I told Megan that John was my best friend and she just laughed. She could tell a sissy from a mile off and my friend needed to be dressed in the softest of silks and satins. Needed to be controlled by the women in his life for his own good and if he was unsure before, he was damn sure now. Megan exploded on Miley's tongue and shoved her away. Telling her that she should feel free to use me as her toilet slave, she left skirt less and pantie less. "Peter, I want you to clean and return my skirt and panties to me by tomorrow, by 10 o'clock! With them should be a 1500 word essay on why you need to be enslaved by women! Make it good or I'll have you assigned to the nursery for a week!" Megan left me and Miley sitting on the toilet floor. She asked me how I was doing and I told her I was totally humiliated, but that I was loving every minute of it so far. Miley promised to have me tell her everything later, when I reported to our dormitory. She quickly pee'd and left me to my task. I licked and cleaned every inch of that toilet and when Katy collected me 2 hours later I was proud of my endeavours. She had me take her and Megan's clothes with me, as I was to report to the Nurse for my first day check-up. Katy took me across to the other side of the building and had me sit in a waiting room. She suggested that I read a magazine while I waited. I picked one up and found it be a Hardcore Sissy Maid magazine. I was soon engrossed in a story of a husband, feminized by his wife, cuckolded by his Father and ending up as the personal French Maid of his Mother-in- Law. I recognised the wife and Mother-in-Law in the pictures, Mrs. Wilde was the first, but surprisingly the other was my Mother! "That's one of my favourite's Peter! I just love the story and all the picture's, look the Sissy Maid's taking it up the ass from his strap on wearing Mother-in-Law while his wife gets fucked by his Father! I bet you'll be getting into some of that soon, you know taking it in your bum! A sissy like you needs to be filled up or he'll soon lose the will to live! I mean you don't get any release from your cock, so you need to fill the void so to speak and that's where I come in, Peter. We need to make room in that tight hole of yours so I want you to report me before breakfast every morning from now on and I'll give you a nice enema to clean you out for your daily bumming's!" Nurse Biel led me into her office and made me feel like a total sissy by asking me if I liked the magazine. I told her I loved it, especially as the Mother-in-Law was my Mother. She laughed and told me she knew, that she'd tricked me and she knew my Mother very well. She was in fact my Father's younger Sister, which made me her Aunt. She had me sit on her examining table as she regaled me with tales of my Mother's years of feminizing men and boys. "Lie back Peter and put your feet in these stirrups. Did you know that your step-Father was a big sissy as well? On their wedding night, your Mother and I had him dressed in her wedding dress, with all the lingerie underneath, tied to the honeymoon bed, as we took turns on him with our strap-on's? Give me your arms and I'll just tie them down, that's it you won't be needing them for a while! Do you remember your step-Father hardly being around after the marriage, Peter? That's because he was my Sissy Maid, he loved to be dressed and made to be the plaything of dominant women, but the best was when we bought, Hannah and Kara into our games! They were only a little older than you are now but they loved to see Daddy in lingerie taken it up the ass and when we had him beg them to dress him in their clothes he was so humiliated! You know don't you Peter, because you're a big sissy just like him!" I was tied down securely and I could barely move, as my Aunt pulled down my panties. Auntie wheeled over a tall stand with a red rubber enema bag hanging from it and a trolley with lots items on it, covered with a white cotton cloth. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves she picked up a bottle of Vaseline and began to coat her latex covered hands. I whimpered that I wanted my Mommy, but my Aunt just smiled at me. She began to very slowly circle my rosebud with her greased up fingers, making me shiver with pleasure. I asked her to do it, but she just smiled at me and tells me that she didn't really believe that I wanted it. "Your Mother's locked away your useless cock, but real sissies don't need anything more than something in their bum! Here we go Peter, get ready for my fingers in your hole!" I feel Aunties middle finger slide into me and I squealed in surprise. She worked it in and out getting me used to the feeling all the while greasing my hole for the much bigger enema nozzle that would soon be in my bottom. I tell my Auntie that I love her fingers inside of me and could she please frig me harder. With a plop she pulls out her fingers and smiled down at me. "I don't think you deserve to have me inside you, sissy! I think your fibbing about loving it! I bet you'll lie if I bring in somebody to watch you take this enema! A pretty young girl watching you take an enema deep inside of you from my very special nozzle! Here let me show you what I'm going to put in side of you, Peter!" From the cart, my Aunt takes a pink latex dildo and shoves it in my face. It's about 5' long and 2' wide at its widest point. She show's me that it's hollow and once she connects it to the enema hose and forces it into my bum; she'll be able to empty the entire 2 quarts of liquid in the bag very quickly. I tell her that I'll be a good sissy and take every inch of her dildo, but she tells me that I deserve an audience. She gets on the intercom and call's someone in from the waiting room. It's Olga. "Welcome my dear young lady! Peter asked me to ask you if you'd like to watch him have his first enema! I'm going to grease up his bum with Vaseline, force this special hollowed out dildo inside him and then fill up his insides with some warm soapy water! I bet he's nervous, but if you hold his hand Olga, he'll settle right down!" Olga pranced over to my side with a grin on her face and a cheery laugh. I begged to leave, but she told me that I needed her here. Taking my hand in hers she told me not to worry, after all a trained medical professional was about to deal with my nasty little problem. My Aunt began to ease her fingers back inside my bottom, in and out; she played with me like a violin. I moaned in pleasure and Olga told me to relax and enjoy it, after all she knew what a total sissy I was. "You fancy me don't you, Peter? I've always known that you think I'm hot, I bet you've had fantasies about bending me over and sticking your cock inside me, but that's never gonna happen, sissy boy! Instead I'm going to watch as you take every inch of that dildo in your bottom! I'm going to let all the girls know that you love it in your hole, deep inside and really thick! Maybe after lights out tonight, me and the girls will give you what you really need, cock in both holes, as we spit roast you and make you our bitch!" I looked at Olga with hungry eyes, as she described this evening's plans and begged her to fuck me. She called me a slut and a whore, I told her I needed to be her whore, but she didn't believe and asked me to prove that I deserved to be her bitch. I begged for the chance to prove myself and she said that she could think of only one way. Picking up the dildo she bought towards my face and told me to open wide and suck on the cock that was about to fill me up. "Open wide and show us what a big boy you are! Don't chicken out now, sissy, the nurse and me would like to see your lips wrapped around this cock! Doesn't it look yummy, Peter, all hard and waiting for your tongue! Miley told me what you've been using that tongue for girly and I'm sure this cock is better than licking a toilet! You heard me right, Nurse Biel, this fairy was in ladies earlier, on his hands and knees licking the bowl, seat and even the floor clean! Tell the Nurse what you did, sissy!" My humiliation is complete as I tell my Aunt all about my earlier escapades, so I ask Olga if I can suck the dildo. She very slowly, pushes it in and out of my mouth as my Auntie forces her fourth finger into my hole, making me sigh in submission. Auntie tells Olga that I'm nearly ready and to pass her the dildo. She attaches it to the tube and position's it at my hole. I look down between my legs and see it at my entrance. Auntie's prolonging the torment by tickling me with it and when I can take no more I beg her to fill my dirty hole. "Here we go Peter, take every inch! Maybe I should give you a little pleasure before the discomfit, I'll just ease it out, sissy and then push it in again, in and out, dear Nephew! That's right Olga, Peter's my little Nephew! Look at him take every inch in and out of his hole like a slut! You need this don't you Peter, you need to have your bum filled with a big cock!" I screamed yes at the top of my lungs, all pretence of my masculinity gone. I told Olga that I wanted to be a sissy forever and could I be her pretty Sissy Maid tonight, dress her and Kyra and Miley in sexy lingerie and big strap-on's and be fucked senseless. Olga told me if I was very good she'd think about it but I needed to be very brave now and show her how much I wanted it. "It's time for your enema, Peter! Your Aunt's going to fill you up with warm soapy water and I'm going to watch every minute of your shame! Take it sissy boy!" Aunty opened the tap and I felt the water flow into my ever expanding bowels. A little at a time, until I felt like I was about to explode, that liquid flowed deep inside of me. I was sobbing, but Olga told me to be brave and take it all. I begged them to stop, but they just smiled and told me to shut up and take it. The final amount of liquid entered me and I squealed and moaned in pain. Auntie told me she had just the thing for a noisy sissy like me. "Here you go sissy, if you're going to moan like a baby maybe we should treat you like a baby! Open wide, Peter!" She pushed a bright pink dummy in my mouth and tied the attached ribbons in to a bow. Olga giggled at me and Auntie told her that she hadn't seen anything yet. Using a pair of medical scissors my Aunt cut every item of girly clothes from my body, before telling me to hold still. "I'm going to remove the dildo from your bottom now, Peter, but you better not spill a single drop all they'll be hell to pay. I'll cane your bum till you're in agony and then you'll take an even bigger enema! If it takes all night you'll obey me so why don't you do it first time and please me!" Olga whispered in my ear that I was a very good sissy and that she'll fuck me silly later if I do as I've been told. She reaches down and fondles my chastity covered cock, before rubbing my balls, in her small cute hands. I whimper and she tells me that my balls are full of spunk, that she thinks they may be much bigger than my cock now. "I bet if I fuck you deep enough and hard enough, you'll milk from the dildo rubbing on your prostate! Won't that be good sissy, all that nasty spunk emptying from your balls, as I fuck your sissy hole and you suck on Kyra's cock! Miley's going to be watching every moment of your submission to us, because when I get tired, she'll mount your pretty little ass and fuck you even harder! No sleep for you tonight, Peter, we're going to make you so sore that everyone will be able to tell you've been fucked silly! See sissy, Aunties pulled out that little dildo and she's got a much bigger one to fill you up with now, open wide, girly!" Although this plug was only as long as the last dildo, it was nearly twice as wide and it took all of my Aunt's strength to push it in. Olga and my Aunt untied me and helped me stand, my extremely bloated stomach sticking out. I tried to take out the dummy in my mouth, but Auntie told me that I'd need it where I was going. She pulled some supplies from a closed draw in a nearby cabinet and it took me a moment to realise that it was a set of pink cloth diapers, 2 bunny rabbit diaper pins and some extremely frilly pink plastic panties. "It's time for diddum's, to put on his nice soft diapers! Wait till everyone sees you in these, Peter, they'll be no chance that anyone will ever mistake you for a boy again! Only a total sissy would be seen dressed as a sissy baby girl, but don't worry Olga's going to pin you in your diapers and plastic panties and then I'm going to dress you in the cutest outfit! I bet Megan will laugh at you, but I'll tell her the truth that you begged us to dress you this way and we took pity on your pathetic pleas! Here lie on this cute pink Barbie changing pad and the only girl who you ever fancied will diaper your behind!" Olga took the items and humming to herself began my total emasculation. She poured baby oil all over my crotch and bottom, taking every chance to rub my massive balls. I squealed into my dummy, but Olga took no notice and coated my bottom with baby powder. Auntie commented that I looked very cute, but that I'd look even better with diapers on. "Lift up your behind, Peter, so I can diaper you! I bet you've dreamt of me playing with your pee pee like this, but I'm not interested in you that way, just in giving you a nice dry bottom, after all I'd be pretty weird if I found a baby sexy! That's it lets pin you into your very first diaper's since you were potty trained! Aw look at the cute bunny rabbits, Peter! Lift your behind again and I'll snap you into these lovely frilly plastic panties! Only a girl would wear pink frilly panties like these though, so we need a proper outfit to complete the look!" Olga helped me to my feet and proceeded to push all the loose diapers inside the plastic panties. I looked down at my front and I could see a pair of pink booties waiting for me. Olga helped me put them on before she turned me round to face my Aunt, who was holding the most ridiculous dress I'd ever seen. Made of sheer pink fabric it echoed a child's version of a sailor suit. I shook my head no, but I knew that I stood little chance of resisting these 2 cruel ladies with a belly full of liquid, stopping me from moving very fast. Olga once again helped me into an incredibly short dress and I cringed a she told me I was the cutest baby she'd ever seen. My diapered bottom was clearly on view, especially with the built in petticoat in the dress lifting it up and out. Olga fitted a big baby blue silk bonnet to my head and tied a bow under my chin. They each took one of my hands and helped me to waddle slowly over to a floor length mirror. I cringed at my reflection, as took in every facet of my horrifying appearance. The worst thing was the bonnet, made of silk and dripping with lace it was styled like sailors hat. I heard Olga run here hand over my plastic covered behind; she giggled and told me that everyone would be able to hear me in those panties. My Aunt headed out of the room only to return with an oversized pink pushchair. She could only be planning one thing and knew that I'd been taken well beyond my comfort zone and deep into total servitude. "Come on Peter, lets strap you in your pushchair and take you to the nursery, so you can get rid of that nasty water in your belly! They've got just the thing for you to use in the nursery, but I expect everyone will want to see this, so we'll wheel you over to the assembly hall and let Miss Killan introduce you!" I was quickly strapped in and we were away, with Olga pushing me along. We passed through the entrance hall and my Aunt suggested that maybe Katy would like a visit. I tried to mumble through the dummy but they took no notice of my protests. I was wheeled in front of Katy's desk and when she looked up from her work and burst into laughter, my shame was so great I wet myself. She stood up and walked around me, to take in every piece of my outfit. She reached into the front of my diapers and squeezed my chastity covered cock. "Peter's wet his diaper Nurse Biel, but I can tell that you've got other plans for him, so I won't change here and now. I always love to see sissies in their first diaper since they were potty trained! It makes them deflate, when they realise that they no longer have any control over their life at all! From now on you'll be at the mercy of every cruel and sadistic whim of the females who control you! After all, you'll need us to change your soaking wet diapers, won't you? Are you having fun yet Peter?" Katy had been the nicest person to me whilst I'd been at this crazy school, so to hear her tell me this; I knew I was in deep doo doo. I was wheeled towards the assembly hall, but we turned off down a corridor I hadn't been down yet. Above the door it said Nursery and I was wheeled straight in. The whole room looked like any nursery you've ever seen, but there were a few striking differences. The cots were oversized and fitted with chains and manacles, hanging from the corners. The walls were covered with the usual cute pictures of ducks and bunny rabbits, but one wall was covered with items of discipline, like whips and canes. I was wheeled to the front of the room, opposite a large wooden school desk and sat facing the Head Girl, Megan. "Well don't you look cute, Peter! All diapered and powdered! I bet I know what you want me to do, cutie-pie! I bet you'd love me to change that wet diaper and put you in a nice fresh dry one! It's alright sissy, you don'