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My first thought for the morning was about school. The first day of high school. Excitement and trepidation in equal measure made sleeping until the alarm went off,.. impossible. I opened my eyes, bleary from a restless night, and gummed with sleep. My second thought for the morning was about my bedroom. It wasn't there. Neither were my pyjamas. Sitting bolt upright in alarm, stunned for a few moments as I took in the small room surrounding me. I was naked, in someone else's bed (the bedding was pink and frilly), and in someone else's room. The room was strange, kind of scary. Smooth white walls and floor, a ceiling emitting soft light. The pink bed lay in a corner, a huge mirror took up the entire wall opposite. Past the end of the bed there was a minimalist toilet and wash unit, next to it, a shiny metal door. A few high, narrow vents broke the monotony of the three non-mirrored walls. It was cold, so I shivered and huddled back under the thick, girly quilt. Laying there, kind of stunned. Maybe it was just a dream, I thought. But if it were a dream, why would I be shivering, and really needing to pee? Cold or no cold, I had to go pee. So I slid my legs off the bed and got up. The floor was like ice! I jumped, and noticed a pair of shoes beside the bed. Girl's shoes - soft pink, with lots of thin sandal straps, and high heels. That was also bizarre, but nature called, so ignoring the sharp, freezing feeling in the soles of my feet, I raced the couple of meters to the toilet and sat down, lifting my feet off the floor. Shivering, and wondering what the hell was going on, I finished my business then stood up to flush and wash my hands. The floor was even colder than before, it hurt, my feet kind of felt like they were sticking with each step. With a yelp, and only the most rudimentary splash of cold water on my hands, I leapt back onto that pink bed, got back under the covers, rubbed my aching feet, and started to think hard about where I was. I certainly wasn't back in my hot, sunny home town anymore. That was freaky, I'd had trouble sleeping last night because it was too hot in my room, and because I was nervous about the first day of high school. So I called out, "Mum!", "Dad!", but there was nothing, only silence. I yelled again, harder, but it was the same. The door, across the small room, drew my attention. I had to get out of here! The only problem was, it was a few metres across the floor, and my feet hurt already. Glancing down off the bed, I saw those girly shoes again. I'd have to wear them, they sort of looked my size, just hope no one would see me until I got to a warmer floor and could take them off again. Feeling cold, stupid and really worried, I put on the shoes. It felt weird putting on fancy girl's shoes, the buckles of the ankle straps were small and fiddly, and when I stood up and saw myself in the mirror, I looked ... well, I didn't want to think much about it just then. A small, naked, skinny boy shivering in fancy pink girl's shoes. OK, I thought, I can handle this, just get out of here and it will all be better. No one needs to know. Walking in high heels was tricky, so lucky for me the door was only several steps away. As I approached the silver door, it slid open, into a recess which suddenly appeared in the wall. My heart must have stopped for a few seconds. It wasn't an exit, it was a closet! I was trapped! Trapped in a tiny, white ice-cold prison! After a moment, I focused on the contents of the closet, and my fear subsided. On the only occupied shelf there lay a small written note, a tall glass of pink liquid, and a steaming cooked breakfast of French toast, bacon and eggs. With my tummy suddenly rumbling to remind me that I was really hungry, I trotted closer on those tricky, but warm, heels. Still afraid, I gingerly took the note. Unfolding it, with stiff, shivering fingers, I noticed the paper and print were both rather plain. The note read: "Do not be afraid. You will not be harmed. The contents of this closet will change from time to time when the door is closed. You will be given everything you need, in good time. Enjoy your breakfast." I was totally a prisoner, and someone must be watching me. This was hell, and I started to cry a bit as I wolfed down the delicious hot breakfast. The meal was pretty salty, and my mouth felt dry so I ignored the stupid shiny pinkness of the drink, and gave it a taste. It was pretty sweet. I drank it all quickly, trying not to think about what it was, and then went back to bed and took off those embarrassing shoes. As I lay there under the covers, my thoughts raced. Scared, pathetic and yet very real worries kept troubling me, coming fast and building up my anxiety. I was trapped. Trapped for ever. I'll never see Mum and Dad again. Someone wants to kill me. I'll grow old and never see anyone ever again. It went on and on, but after some time, something changed. It wasn't quite so cold anymore, and I felt kind of calm. It was weird, the way my fears just melted away, and I relaxed, wondering about it. My mind gradually got slower and slower, until I wasn't worried at all. A big, stupid grin worked its way onto face and just sat there. Cool..... I don't know how long I lay there, feeling good and grinning, when I was startled by a robotic-sounding voice coming out of nowhere. It simply said "There are now clothes in your closet", and then it was gone. Still grinning, and not worried about it at all, I got off the bed. Ouch! The floor was still really cold, so I sat back on the bed and fumbled with the little straps and buckles of the pink shoes. My appearance in the big mirror was comical, and I giggled at my own incompetence. Once the essential but very girly shoes were on, I stood up and looked back in the mirror. I stared. It was still cold, but I wasn't shivering much, just swaying back and forth a bit, looking at my legs and feet in those pink, strappy heels. My penis started to get hard. Sometimes it did that, and it always felt nice and warm, but I didn't know why. It usually happened when I was thinking about a nice-looking woman in really nice-looking clothes, and also when I saw people getting brain-washed on a TV program. I never told anyone about that, it was my guilty little secret. Gee it felt nice though. Still swaying a bit, and feeling kind of slow and dumb and cold, I just stared at my feet in those really pretty girl's shoes. They were just so pink and feminine. Mmmmm, I started rubbing my penis a bit, and it felt very good. Whoa!, I thought. Freak out, I'm a trapped prisoner, and letting myself get all warm and funny feeling over some girls' shoes. This was all secret stuff I liked, and didn't even know why I liked it. Something in the back of my mind tried to warn me that maybe whoever was keeping me prisoner knew about my secrets and put those shoes there deliberately because they thought sooner or later, I'd actually want to try them on. But the thought got jumbled and mixed up with others. Thinking lots was kind of hard anyway. I just rubbed my penis some more, and kept looking at my nice shoes. *My*, nice shoes. That went on for a while, but it was cold, and I remembered a voice telling me there were clothes in the closet. Slowly walking over there, being careful not to fall over, I started getting used to the heels, a bit. The closet came open all by itself again, and inside were neatly folded girl's clothes, mainly pink. It wasn't really strange, I was starting to see a pattern, even though my mind was slow and fogged up. I should be worried, I'm a prisoner. And I'm a boy. But at the same time I feel good, my penis feels nice and one of my secret fantasies was coming true. I never understood why my penis got hard, looking at nice girl's clothes. Sometimes I even imagined myself wearing them, and that felt really nice, but I never did it in real life. Never before. I licked my lips, rubbed my penis, and tried to think. Something was making me feel relaxed, I wasn't worried anymore. No one else was around, and it was cold. I grabbed the pile of clothes and went back to the bed. Sorting through them, I became pretty excited. There were some really nice, girly things to wear. One of the first things I noticed were the tights, or stockings, or whatever. There were two of them, not connected at all. Bright white, opaque, with little pink butterflies, teddy bears and flowers on them in a pattern. SO girly! I took off my pretty shoes and carefully pulled them up each leg. They were loose at the top though, and weren't going to stay there on their own. Looking back through the little pile, I noticed something that might do the trick. It was like a belt, but had four dangly things with clips coming off it. The whole thing was soft pink with lots of emboidered flowers, and short, very frilly bits of white lace - like a tiny skirt. I'd sometimes seen things like this before, on the hips of beautiful women, when I could sneak a private look at a fancy underwear catalogue back home, but I'd never seen one this pretty before. After a little while, and some fumbling (my mind was still slow and kind of confused), I had the belt on my skinny waist - luckily it fit perfectly - and had the clips attached to the top of my ultra-girly stockings. A half moan, half sigh escaped my lips. I'd imagined this before, in the most private parts of my mind, but this was real. My penis was really hard. Putting the shoes back on as quickly as I could, I stood up again and oggled myself in the mirror. I was incredible. The most beautiful pink, lacy belt adored my waist, my legs were covered in white, little-girl-patterend stockings, and my stockinged feet were shod in gorgeous pink shoes. I was particularly excited by the pink straps joining my stockings to the belt. Rubbing my penis with my right hand, I rubbed the lacey belt and smooth stockings with my left. I swayed, moaned, uhhhh. I look like a pretty girl. Uhhh.... But it was still a bit cold, and there were more clothes to go. Tearing myself away from my reflection, I separated the remainder, identifying a dress and some gloves. They were beautiful, so I quickly put it all on and went back to the mirror. What a pretty picture I was. The dress, light pink mostly, had lots of little bows on it, and flared out past my hips with lots of lacy little petticoat-things. I could still see the straps holding my stockings, from underneath the flared skirt. The front of the dress was embroidered with more flowers, I'd never seen anything so pretty before, and certainly not on me! The gloves were weird, but pretty too. All white, and all lace, they were long, coming almost up to my elbows, with lace frills standing out where they ended. All the colours matched. I was incredible, the most feminine thing I had ever seen. Ahhh, and rubbing my penis with those lace gloves felt wonderful. Uhhhhh. I let myself go all calm and happy again, just smiling, adoring my reflection, and driving myself quietly mad with the feelings I was causing in my penis. And it wasn't even cold anymore. Again, I don't know how long I just stayed mesmerised by the image before me before the robot voice startled me again. "Your entertainment system is now available in the closet." Oh, I thought, nice. As usual, the door opened on its own, but I didn't really pay attention because I was admiring the way I daintily trotted on my heels, and the way the flared, frilly bit at the bottom of my dressed bounced around. Licking my lips, I rubbed the stockings and belt straps again. Mmmmmm. Finally deciding to pay attention to the closet, I noticed three sets of headphones, set vertically on different shelves. At the bottom there was also a small plate with three pink cupcakes, and another tall glass of that same drink. I was a bit thirsty, so I took a sip and unafraid, I picked up the top set of headphones. It was deep, almost purply-pink, with large ear coverings, like they all had. There were no leads for batteries or other connections, so they must have been wireless. On the strap at the top was a word, etched in. "Slut". Immediately the mirror to my right burst into life. I almost fell over in surprise, but managed not to spill the drink. The wall was no longer a mirror, but a movie screen! What a movie, I'd never seen anything like it. There were two actors, and they were doing something very strange. The tall, handsome man, was kind of concentrating really hard, and thrusting back and forth. His really huge penis was going in and out of a woman. She was almost naked, but was wearing a red lacy belt and stockings that looked a bit like a fishnet, and matching pretty heels that were a lot higher than mine. She was quite beautiful, and moaning a lot, like she was in pain, but kind of enjoying it too. At least, that's what I guessed. There was no sound, I wasn't wearing the headphones yet. Then the camera angle changed and I saw that while she was beautiful, she wasn't really a woman. She had a penis too, dangling between her legs as the man thrust his own penis into her.... bottom? Oooh, that's weird, but I couldn't look away. I rubbed my penis some more and took another drink, not really knowing what to make of the movie. After some more thrusting and moaning, the man pulled his huge penis out, it was really straight and hard, and the man-woman woman sat up and put her face close. Then the strangest thing happened. As the man moaned like he was really concentrating on something difficult, some sticky white stuff shot out of the end of this penis, right onto the man-woman's face. She smiled, and rubbed his penis, looking really happy with that white stuff dripping down her nose and cheeks. Wow, really weird, and really exciting. How come white sticky stuff never shot out of my penis? I put the hot pink headphone back in the closet and immediately the movie stopped. The wall was just a mirror again. OK, maybe there's another pattern. I took another deep drink of that nice, pink stuff, and wrapped my lace-covered fingers around the middle set of headphones. These were similar, but were soft pink, had tiny bows on them, and the word at the top was "Sweetie". Another movie started up all of a sudden, but again, I didn't put the headphones on, just stared and watched. It was a pretty little girl, wearing a very pretty white dress and cute shoes. She was sitting on a rug on some lush grass near a little stream, and looked very happy as she played with a bunch of toy ponies. Not long after it started, the same handsome man from the last movie (this time wearing a business suit), walked up and said something. The little girl jumped up and ran into his open arms. He lifted her into the air, held her close, and they kissed. Kissed on the mouth, deeply, for a long time. The little girl then said something, which seemed to be "I love you daddy". Then he put her down and she started rubbing the front of his trousers. The man's penis must have gotten hard too, because the front of his trousers bulged out and she rubbed around that bulge. Then she unzipped his trousers, pulled out his huge penis, and put it in her mouth! Her little mouth took that whole big thing in, and she moved her head back and forth, rubbing his penis with her lips. She looked really happy while doing that, and stared up at the man's face, looking like she was in love with him. He was happy as well, saying things as he looked down, gently caressed her hair and moaning occasionally. It went on for a while, and the little girl got faster and faster, moving back and forth, closing her eyes and concentrating. She didn't use her hands on the penis, like I used on mine, just her mouth. And the the man stiffenedd up, threw his head back, and that white sticky stuff started leaking out of the girl's mouth. But only a little, she was swallowing the rest. I looked down at the headphones. My heart was beating fast, my penis was very hard. I started to think. What would happen if I put on the headphones? Would it just be the sound, or would it be like the headphones used to brainwash people on those TV shows? I didn't know, but there was one set left to look at. The movie stopped as I put the soft pink headphone down. I finished my drink, grabbed and ate a sweet cupcake, and trotted over to the toilet to relieve myself. I did it sitting down, like the pretty girl I was. What would it be like to suck on a man's penis? The girl in the movie seemed really happy. Maybe she wasn't really a girl, maybe she was like the man-woman in the first movie? Then I realised that maybe she was like me! A boy dressed up in really pretty things, and looking like a girl... It was still hard to concentrate and think things through, especially after I'd finished my second drink. Maybe it was drugged. Uh, hard to hold onto that thought. I went back to the closet and picked up the last pair of headphones. The were silver, much larger and more complicated-looking than the others. The word on the top was "Slave". My heart skipped a beat. Slave headphones. Just like on those shows, the ones that secretly made me feel good, and made my penis hard, though I didn't know why. Wow. I was scared, but just a bit. My other secret fantasy had come true today, why not this one too? The movie started up. There had been a lot of strange, shocking things today, but even in my numbed mental state, I jumped again. The beautiful teenage girl in the movie was dressed exactly the same as I was! She had gorgeous long blonde hair, and nice breasts, but otherwise looked almost the same as me... She was standing in a white, almost featureless room, like I was, smiling at me. Then she walked daintily over to the chair. The big, amazing, brainwashing chair. I needed to sit down. Taking the big silver headphones, I went back to my bed, breathing hard, my penis kind of throbbing. She went right up to that chair, then turned around and looked at me, and smiled again. It was incredible, like she was really there. She was really like me - like it was a mirror again but I had breasts and long hair, and that big chair... It had restraint straps, lots of strange equipment around the sides, lots of wires connecting it to the wall, and a huge silver helmet with headphone pieces, waiting above. The helmet had loads of wires coming out of it. It looked perfect. She sat down, smiled as the straps tightened around her ankles, wrists, waist and neck. The helmet slowly lowered over her head. She looked incredibly happy as it latched onto her pretty head. I sucked in my breath and held it for a moment. Then I put on my own set of big, slave headphones and rubbed my penis really hard. The me-girl in the movie was completely still except for her mouth. She was saying things. I heard them. "I am a pretty girl. Pretty girls are good girls. Good girls want to obey. Good girls obey." Her stereo voice was strong, the message filled my head in a way I'd never heard headphones do before. I concentrated on her voice, those words, that message. I wanted to concetrate. My mind was slow, and fogged, but I tried really hard. I started to hear the important messages before the girl spoke, so I spoke as well, saying those vital, true words in unison with the me- girl. The me-slave. "I am a pretty girl. Pretty girls are good girls. Good girls want to obey. Good girls obey." "Obedience is good. Obedience is very good. Obedience makes me a good girl. I am a pretty girl." "Slave headphones make me pretty. Slave headphones make me good. Slave headphones make me obey." "I like Slave headphones. I obey. I will be a good girl. Good girls like to wear Slave headphones." "Slave headphones are very pretty. I will be a pretty girl and wear them as much as I can." "Slaves wear Slave headphones. I want to be a Slave. I want to obey. I am a good girl." "I am a good Slave. Obedience is good. Obedience is pretty. Obedience is everything." "I obey. I will always obey. I must obey. I must wear Slave headphones." "I am a pretty girl Slave. Obedience is my life. Obedience is Slave headphones." "I obey. I obey. I obey." The me-girl-me-slave and I stopped talking. An incredible, delicious shock, like nothing I'd ever imagined possible, coursed its way through my body. I shuddered and gasped. Shuddered and gasped again. "Obedience is everything. Obedience is it's own reward. I love Slave headphones. I obey." The me-slave on the screen stopped talking again, white sticky stuff had come out of her penis. It had happened to me as well. "The white sticky stuff coming out of hard penises is called 'cum'", we droned together. "Slaves love to eat cum." I wiped up the cum with my white, lacy, long gloves, and brought it up to my mouth. I loved it. I am a Slave. " I obey." The movie stopped, but I wasn't sad. Obedience is everything. The silent message coming through my incredibly important, necessary and perfect Slave headphones made me stand up and walk back to the closet. I would take off my Slave headphones, walk back to bed and take off all my pretty girls clothes, then go to sleep. I obeyed. I loved it. I tiny part of me felt sad about taking off my perfect headphones which I wanted to wear all the time, but hopefully, if I were a pretty girl Slave, and totally obedient, I would be rewarded again. I obeyed. I woke up in that room again, but I wasn't scared. I needed to pee badly, and the floor wasn't cold. I was smelly and sticky, so I showered, then noticed by pretty slave-girl clothes were gone. The room was empty again. I shouted out, not for my Mum or Dad. "Please, I want to be a pretty girl Slave again! I want to cum again, and eat my lovely cum!" No answer. "I want to wear Slave headphone again. I must wear Slave headphones!" Then the robot voice answered. "You must either wear the Slut or Sweetie headphones, or prove you obey without the Slave headphones." I didn't care about the Slut or Sweetie headphones. They might be fun, but Slave headphones made me cum, and I really wanted to cum again. Besides, yesterday both of my most secret, private and totally awesome fantasies came true. It had to happen again. I still wanted to believe the me-slave girl's messages. I needed to receive the Slave headphones' silent commands again. Obedience is everything. "I will prove it," I shouted, "I am a good girl. I am a pretty girl, I obey, I am a Slave!" I was almost crying. Yesterday had been perfect once I had those headphones on. The robot voice responded to my desperate pleas. "In the closet you will find a rubber penis, called a 'dildo'. It is lubricated. Put it deep into your bottom. It is large and will hurt you a lot. What you say while it is in your bottom will determine whether you can receive the gift of Slave headphones again." It sounded bad, but I was ready to do practically anything. I rushed to the closet, balked for a moment over the size of the dildo. This was going to hurt. But I took it, and with considerable effort and very sharp pain, stuck it into my bottom. I almost took it right out again, it was too much, but I repeated the message the me-slave had said. "I obey. I love to obey. I must obey. I am a Slave girl. Obedience is everything. I want to wear Slave headphone as often as I can." I shouted through the awful stabbing pain and the tears. "Move it in and out of your bottom while saying that you love big dildos in your bottom," commanded the robot voice. I had to obey. Moving it in and out really hurt, but I faithfully chanted the required phrase over and over again, trying to sound like I meant it like it was as important as breathing. As important as Slave-headphones and cumming. "I love big dildos in my bottom," I shouted. I moaned, sounded like I loved the huge awful pain. Mmmmm, uhhh! "I love big dildos in my bottom. I am pretty Slave girl. I am a good girl. I obey." "Take it out" commanded the voice, not a moment too soon. The large bit at the end, passing my sphincter was the worst. I cried, wimpered and rolled into the fetal position, naked on the hard, white floor. I just lay there, sobbering. "Your Slut training is no longer necessary, but you must still know Sweetie. Suck on the dildo. Love it!" I pushed myself off the floor, aching, and stared at that hated dildo. Would they let me wash it first? Probably not. That's not Slave behaviour. At least it looked clean. There was nothing I could do. I hadn't drunk the pink stuff, my mind wasn't fogged and relaxed. I couldn't escape, I was a slave. I *am* a Slave. I am a good girl. Good girls want to obey. I put that huge, warm dildo in my mouth. I am a Slave. I want to be a Slave. I must wear Slave-headphones. Trying not to think about where the dildo had just been, I sucked in and out. I started moaning, totally faking it. Had to show I loved it. I took it out of my mouth for a moment and chanted "Pretty Slave girls love sucking big dildos. I am a pretty Slave girl. I obey. I love sucking big dildos. I want to suck big cocks." After some more time, and plenty of sucking and faked happy moaning on my part, the robot voice commanded to me stop, take the dildo to the shower, wash it, then wash myself. I was more desperate than ever for my reward. I had proved I could perform Slut and Sweetie. I looked back at the closet, hoping. It opened. It was a doorway. An exit. Another room lay beyond. Very nervously, I took a look through the doorway. I almost cried again, but with relief. I stepped through. In the middle of that room was the perfect brainwashing chair, with all the wires and straps and electonic bits. To the right was another door, with my old boy's clothes folded beside it, a green EXIT sign above. To the left were three sets of costumes hanging up for display, each with a sign above it. The first set was red, with those fish-net stockings and really high heels. The sign read "I am a Slut. I like to obey." The second was a pretty, white, little girl's dress and cute shoes. It's signed read "I am a Sweetie. I need to obey." The last set had a lot of clothes, it looked pretty complicated. Heaps of individual pieces, a ton of lace, kind of bridal-looking, and shiny white boots with a very severe, steep heels and big pink bows at the back. The stockings were opaque white with a fine lace overlay, and covered at the ankels and lower calves with strange white socks with laces and lacey frills at the top. It's sign read "I am a Slave. Obedience is everything." As if I had a choice! All that pain had been worth it. Completely ignoring the exit sign, I dressed in the Slave uniform as quickly as I could. The heels were tricky - ultra high with a big platform, and tight, there was no room to move in those boots. The stockings and socks on my ankles were deliciously tight also. There was no mirror in the room, but I knew something, something I didn't know the words for before. There I was, a boy who's missed two days at the start of high school, dressed up like a raging sissy in a costume which is bridal-bondage- little girl-maid-nanny, and sitting down in the chair I never wanted to leave. My penis was so hard, but no cum was on the way, yet. The straps tightened around my lace-covered ankles and wrists, around my satin-pinafore-covered waist and around the lace choker on my neck. The helmet, not just headpones but a whole, big Slave helmet, came down over my head. My heart was racing. My mind emptied, then was immediately blessed with perfect, silent mental commands from someone, something else. It didn't matter. I wanted them, needed them. No choice - perfect! After a while my bottom felt kind of empty, I wanted to fill it. And I needed something big, long and warm in my mouth. Perfect, lovely commands made me chant. It was totally good, and totally necessary. "I am a pretty girl. Pretty girls are good girls. Good girls want to obey. Good girls obey." "Obedience is good. Obedience is very good. Obedience makes me a good girl. I am a pretty girl." "I must have big cocks or dildos in my mouth and bottom." "Big cocks and dildos in my mouth and bottom make me pretty." "Being a pretty slave makes me obedient. Obedience is good." "Good slaves love cocks and dildos." "Slave helmets make me pretty. Slave helmets make me good. Slave helmets make me obey." "I like slave helmets. I obey. I will be a good girl. Good girls like to wear slave helmets." "Slave helmets are very pretty. I will be a pretty girl and wear them as much as I can." "Slaves wear Slave helmets. I want to be a Slave. I want to obey. I am a good girl." "I am a good Slave. Obedience is good. Obedience is pretty. Obedience is everything." "I obey. I will always obey. I must obey. I must wear Slave helmets." "I am a pretty girl Slave. Obedience is my life. Obedience is Slave helmets." "I obey. I obey. I obey." Lovely, delicious cum shot out of my Slave-girl penis.