Of Fools and Pantyhose
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Cassia I
By: Ryker
"Aww, don't feel too bad, sweetheart. Most men don't realize what I have
hidden in my panties until it is too late for them."
"MMPPHH!" I screamed into my gag as I struggled against the cuffs binding
my legs and arms. She ignored me and continued.
"Still, I overpowered you quite easily. You really are a pathetic wimp,
and now you are going to pay the consequences for that."
So let me tell you how this is going to work. By day, you will be my
live-in maid while I put you on a wonderfully effective, experimental
gene therapy I formulated and train you to become my submissive, feminine
shemale lover. At all times, you will wear a penis gag to keep you quiet,
a chastity belt to keep you from touching yourself, a corset to restrict
your breathing and keep you weak and docile, and a rather large vibrator
in your asshole to keep you in a constant state of arousal and
frustration. The only clothing you will be permitted to wear are a pair
of 6" heels and your maid uniform. But don't worry. It doesn't really
cover anything, so I will still be able to poke you and grope you anytime
I wish. Hahaha!
Each night, you will be given a choice. You may beg me for the pleasure
of worshiping my body and sucking my cock until I cum into your mouth and
you are allowed to swallow. Or, I will hold you down and ass-rape you
until you are desperately crying for mercy through your gag, and I shoot
my load deep inside you.
When I feel that you have learned to pleasure me sufficiently, and I
promise you that you WILL want to learn how to pleasure me, I may grant
you some privileges. I might even stroke your little dick and allow you
to cum once in a while or let you wear some clothes to cover your
imprisoned genitals and your new breasts. You will have to choose between
the two, of course.
I wonder which you will prefer after months of subservient chastity.
Shame or modesty?"
What!? I thought as she sat there smiling at me. Was this bitch serious?
I couldn't believe what she was telling me. That she was going to keep me
here and turn me into some freak sex slave. "MMPPHHHH!" I screamed again,
but she merely got up and walked out of the room.
---
I couldn't believe what was happening here, I just met this girl earlier
tonight at a new club downtown. When she came up to me and started
flirting with me I couldn't believe my luck. She was really cute, and it
turned out she was really smart, too. Some PhD in chemistry or genetics
or something like that. She said she really liked good-looking scrawny
guys that can handle themselves gracefully. I didn't know how to take
that, and didn't really like being called scrawny or graceful, but I
certainly was slim and didn't want to mess this up, so I took it as a
compliment. She asked me a bunch a questions about my life, and after a
few drinks, she led me out of the club and into her Porsche.
We drove for a little while as we talked and flirted with each other
until we came up to a rather large, nice looking house. We talked for a
bit more, but I was really starting to wonder where this was going before
she led me into the bedroom. We were really getting it on when I felt
under her skirt and found a shocking surprise. This girl had a penis! As
soon as I pulled back, she grinned wickedly at me and jumped me. I pulled
away from her and shoved her, but she just bounced back at me, locking my
arm in some judo hold that sent waves of pain through me when I
struggled. She quickly had me on the bed face down, pulling my arms
behind me and handcuffing them behind my back. Then she cuffed my ankles
together, too. I yelled at her and asked what the hell she thought she
was doing, but then I found one of my socks stuffed and tied in my mouth.
---
She came back into the room wearing a white lab coat and holding a needle
full of some liquid. I thought this couldn't get any weirder or scarier,
but here she was playing doctor with me, and using real needles. I wasn't
sure I wanted to know what was in it.
"I told you I was a biochemical geneticist, and a fairly talented one at
that," she said as she sat on the bed next to me. "You see, I really am a
woman - or was - until I had this little procedure done for myself. I
always envied men for their strong cocks, so I gave myself one. I
designed the procedure and the gene therapy myself. Now I have another
little therapy, and you will help me test it." She injected me with the
needle and I began to feel lightheaded quickly after. I mumbled through
my gag, but by then it would have been little more than a garbled mess
anyway. I couldn't think straight and extreme dizziness overcame me as
she led me through her house and down at least one flight of stairs,
holding me up the entire way. I blacked out as we came to the bottom
floor, and I a looked down a long, dark hallway.
---
I had several flashes of strange visions and glimpses of a beautiful,
dark haired woman - Cassia - standing over me although it's hard to say
what was waking, drug-induced memory or dreams. Whenever I tried to move
my arms and legs would not respond and my words always seemed far away
and unintelligible. Of course, I had no concept of time and probably
spent more time unconscious than awake, so I had no idea how long I was
there.
Then one day I woke up and saw Cassia standing over me, and to my
surprise I could move. I noticed I was in a reclined medical chair in a
small sterilized-looking medical room. I thought to ask where I was, but
there was a long gag in my mouth that reached all the way to the edge of
my throat. Cassia just looked down at me and smiled wickedly, asking,
"So, how do you feel?" I still felt weak and it was hard to breathe, but
I knew I had to try and get up and get away, anyway. Unfortunately, my
coordination was way off, and I would have tumbled off the chair I was
in, but Cassia easily pushed me back. I noticed a crushing sensation in
my ribs and the wind was knocked out of me. I just lied there trying to
regain my breath.
"Don't go trying to move now, sweetheart. I promise you that you wouldn't
get very far. Take a look at yourself." She moved aside and I saw myself
in the mirror on the wall. I was naked except for the gag in my mouth, a
black corset with frilly lace, high heels locked onto my feet with tiny
padlocks, and some sort of chastity belt on my cock. Cassia had also
painted my face with makeup and put a wig on my head.
The sight renewed my resolve, and I yelled through my gag as I made a
move to get out of the chair again. Cassia quickly lunged forward and
gripped my throat in her hand, shoving me back into the chair and choking
the life out of me. I tried to pull her off me, but it wasn't long before
my head began to swim and I felt faint.
"Don't even try to make a move against me or attempt to escape," she
hissed at me venomously. "I will kill you without any remorse ... after I
torture you, and you beg for it!" The cold dead look in her eyes as she
threatened me struck me much more than any words she spoke. Finally, she
released me just before I passed out, and I began coughing and sputtering
to breathe again. After a few minutes, Cassia walked over to a bench and
grabbed a cloth to wipe away my tears and drool.
"See? I didn't even smear your makeup," she said as she showed me the wet
cloth and smiled sweetly at me. "Permanent makeup. Come on. Let's get you
up, so you can start your duties."
She helped me out of the chair, which was still an effort with the
unfamiliar high heels on my feet and the tight corset constricting me.
The chastity belt was rather heavy and strained my balls as well. She
locked a collar around my neck, clasped a leash to it, and proceeded to
lead me out of the room as I wobbled behind her in the heels. I learned
we were in her basement where she set up a lab for her work; she
primarily worked at home on her own research. By the time we got to the
top of the stairs and onto the main level of the house, I was winded and
out of breath again thanks to the corset. I was grateful Cassia gave some
time to rest before we continued on. "You're going to have to work on
your stamina. This is a fairly big house, you know," she commented.
As we walked down a hallway toward the far side of the house she turned
on me and slammed her knee into my groin. It was so fast I hardly had
time to react. Not that I could do anything to stop her even if I had the
time. I crumpled to the ground in pain grabbing my aching balls.
"Just in case you were thinking of trying something," she told me. This
woman was psychotic! She crouched down and cupped my chin in her hand and
said, "I'm faster than you, I'm much smarter than you, and I'm even
stronger than you. It would be very unwise for you to disobey me or try
to resist me. Do you understand?" she asked as she smiled down at me. I
nodded vigorously that I did.
She helped me up again, and led me into the bathroom at the end of the
hall. There she instructed me into the tub and ordered me to raise my
hands high where she locked them onto a bar hanging from the ceiling with
handcuffs. She proceeded to remove my corset and wash me thoroughly, and
I noticed all my body hair fell out as she lathered me with some strange
smelling soap. It felt so good to get out of that corset for a little
bit, and as she rubbed her hands over me, I felt the most overwhelming
tingling sensation. When she was done she dried me off and lathered me in
a sweet smelling lotion. She put the corset back on tugging the strings
tightly to force the wind out of me again. Then she unlocked my hands and
bent me over to give me an enema to clean out my rectum before leading me
to a small bedroom.
"This is your room," she told me. It was small with not much in it
besides a bench, a vanity, and a closet. On the bench was the skimpiest
French maid's costume I ever saw. She gestured to it and told me to put
it on before bending down to unlock my heels. I knew I had to comply. She
was watching me closely. I struggled with the black thigh-high stockings
which had delicate white lacy tops. Next I put on a very short frilly
skirt with an apron that did nothing to cover my ass or genitals and some
frilly, puffy sleeves that hugged my upper arms. Finally, a little
French maid's hat went on my head.
As I put on the outfit, I noticed a tingling sensation run over my body
when the fabric touched my skin. Cassia must have noticed my reaction
since she giggled at me and said, "Looks like the drug therapy is
working. You should notice your skin becoming much more sensitive to
external stimuli." She walked over to me and gently massaged my balls.
"The sensations are even greater in your erogenous zones and can be
enjoyable," she said as she continued to play with my balls and I
couldn't help a small moan from escaping around my gag, "or quite
painful." She reached up and pinched my nipple eliciting a small whimper
from me. I noticed they were a bit swollen and puffy. "Or maybe you are
just soo turned on by wearing that dainty little outfit," she teased.
She stepped back from me and I noticed a small crotchless G-string on the
vanity next to her. "Nuh-ahh," she said when she saw me looking. "Did you
forget about this?" She held up a large dildo and held it out to me.
"Stick it in your ass, first."
Cassia thoroughly enjoyed the sight of me trying to work the dildo into
my ass and kept encouraging me to push it deeper through her giggles. I
gasped several times as each inch of the 6"monster sent waves of pain and
stimulation through me. When I finally pushed it all the way in she, held
up the G-string for me. As I took it, she reached behind me fingering my
anus around the dildo and then I heard a click and felt a pulsing
sensation in my ass. The dildo was actually a vibrator! The initial
sensation was almost overbearing, and I nearly fell to my knees, but
Cassia held me up until I recovered. "We'll leave it on the lowest
setting so it lasts all day. Besides, I don't want you getting off,
understand?"
After I got the G-string on, which held my vibrator in my ass nicely,
Cassia open the vanity and produced 2 pairs of frilly-looking cuffs with
chains attached to them. She locked one pair around my ankles with a
chain less than 2 feet long and replaced my heels on my feet. That would
certainly hobble my steps. The other pair went around my wrists with a
much shorter chain. I would be doing most of whatever she wanted me to do
two-handed. Though they looked delicate, I could see the cuffs and chains
were actually reinforced and would be very difficult to break.
"One more thing, and then we can get you on your way to taking care of
the house," Cassia told me as she reached into the drawer again and
produced a slim black pad with some wires sticking out of it. She used a
frilly, white garter to strap the pad, which seemed like some kind of
battery pack, to my inner thigh and then attached the wires into a small
black box on the underside of my chastity belt that I didn't notice
before. "If you are a good little sissy and obey me adequately, maybe you
will never have to find out what this does," she mocked me. Somehow, I
knew this was some sort of device to torture my balls and she'd find an
excuse to use it on me no matter what I did.
Cassia led me down the hall again to a large closet with a bunch of
cleaning supplies, and instructed me in how to perform my housekeeping
"duties." She said she had a chef, so most of the kitchen duties were not
mine, but the rest of the house was my responsibility. There was a
schedule hanging on the inside of the closet door to help me stay on
task. After going over the house rules and directing me to my first task,
Cassia unclasped my leash and pat me on the ass before walking off.
I considered what I should do, but I saw no better option right now than
to do what she wanted - and not dally too long. I couldn't help but cry a
little bit at the situation I was in, which was odd for me. Like typical
men, I didn't cry much, but this was just too much for me. The vibrator
in my ass was tormenting me, driving me crazy with stimulation and making
my cock strain against its cage uncomfortably.
Cassia would check in on me from time to time, squeezing my balls and
pinching my nipples and poking me in various places. If she saw I was
doing something she did not approve of she would scold me and correct me,
sometimes harshly.
I was exhausted from the work and the constricting corset and trying to
walk in the heels, so by the time lunch was prepared I all too ready to
take a break. Unfortunately, my duties were not yet finished, and I was
forced to wait on Cassia and serve her as she ate. When she was done, she
undid my gag - as I suspected it was a large penis gag - and gave me
permission to silently go into the kitchen and eat the scraps from her
meal. I was too tired and starving to even think of doing anything else,
so I hurried into the kitchen for my lunch.
When I was nearly finished eating, Cassia called me from the other room
through the intercom, and I knew I had to respond. She was lounging on a
sofa with some paperwork and waved me over. "Time's up," she announced
and shoved the penis gag into my mouth before I could protest. I was sent
to clean up the kitchen and then get back to my schedule. Thankfully, I
didn't see her for the rest of the afternoon.
Dinner was the same as lunch. I served her in the dining room and then
was allowed to eat in the kitchen. I was told to put my penis gag back in
and meet her in the master bedroom after I was done cleaning up. I
suppressed a groan at that. The master bedroom was on the top floor and
that meant climbing two flights of stairs. Not to mention what she had
planned for me when I got there. I remembered something about having to
serve her sexually, which didn't seem too bad - she was remarkably
beautiful - though I wasn't very keen on the thought of having to tend to
her cock.
When I got to the bedroom, she was waiting for me on the bed, naked.
"Come sit next to me, sissy." When I came over she continued, "Now we are
going to go over some of the bedroom rules. Rule number one: You will
always obey me and do whatever I tell you without hesitation. If you
don't give me your full effort in any task I assign you, you will be
punished. After the task is finished you will thank me for allowing you
to serve me if you are able.
"Next, whenever you have your gag out, you will remain silent unless I
ask you to speak. You will address me as 'Miss Cassia' at all times."
I nodded that I did.
"Good. Since you can probably only remember a little bit at a time,
that's all for now. I am going to remove your penis gag now. Remember to
be respectful and do what I ask. I would hate to have to punish you on
our first night together. Now, remember what I said when we first met? I
will teach you how to beg me for permission to serve my body, but if you
choose to do otherwise, which you are free to do, I will rape you in the
ass very harshly instead."
Then she undid my gag and said, "repeat after me, 'Please Miss Cassia,
may I have the honor of worshiping your body and sucking your beautiful
cock?'"
As I repeated the line, I started to sob. Thinking about having to suck
her cock was bad enough, but my emotions were in extreme turmoil and
saying it out loud was too much for me. She gave me a hard look, and I
apologized, "I'm sorry. I just don't think I can..."
That was all I got out before she struck me in the throat and slammed me
onto my back. I tried to resist, but her knee came down on my groin. As I
tried to cry out, my gag was forced back into my mouth and she locked it
up again. She promptly rolled me over onto my hands and knees and removed
my vibrator. I tried to protest around my gag, "MMPPHH!" but she ignored
me and slammed her cock into my ass until her hips slapped my ass cheeks.
I screamed incoherently through my gag as the pain shot through me and
tried to scramble away from her, but she pushed my head down to the
sheets and pulled my hips back sliding further into me again.
"I tried to warn you, little sissy cunt. How hard can it be to repeat
simple phrases? You really are fucking stupid aren't you? Maybe next
time, you'll show me a little more respect, and save your ass a lot of
trouble, huh? Or do you secretly like being ass-raped by a beautiful
woman with a strong, hard cock?" I heard her laughing as she spoke the
words, so I don't think she was angry at all. She actually seemed to
enjoy it, the psychotic bitch!
She pounded me relentlessly for a long time. I have no idea how long it
lasted but it seemed like forever, and my ass burned horribly, and my
sobs grew weak from fatigue. Finally, she groaned loudly and thrust
herself into me deeply, holding herself there as she filled my ass with
cum.
She held herself in me for a while as she breathed heavily behind me. She
braced me as she pulled out and said, "now stay here." Then she slapped
my ass hard and left the room. I held myself in that position for a long
time. So long that I began to wonder if she was coming back. I wondered
if she wanted me to remain in this position or if she simply wanted me to
stay here on the bed. Finally, I decided it was too uncomfortable and
fell over onto my side. I didn't dare move from that spot on the bed,
though. The burning pain in my ass remained, but despite the pain I was
almost fading into sleep when I heard her voice in the doorway.
"Oh, my poor little sissy. You couldn't even go one day without
disobeying me. That's really a shame." Startled, I tried to prop my ass
back up into the air when a wave of agony pierced through my groin and
radiated through my body. I shrieked into my gag and writhed on the bed
until the pain suddenly subsided and left me trembling and crying.
Cassia turned me onto my stomach and began caressing my back and ass
cheeks. "I hope you will try to be a better little sissy for me, so I
don't have to punish you so often," she told me sweetly. "I'm afraid our
time together will be hard for if you can't even behave for one night.
Will you try harder for me from now on?"
I nodded weakly.
"Good," she said. "Tomorrow you can start fresh, but we are not done for
tonight. I'm going to rape you some more." Oh, please, no. I tried to beg
for mercy through my gag, but she entered me swiftly and I just ended up
squealing instead.
She pressed down on my shoulders as she pumped in and out of my ass. I
cried out, begging for her to stop several times, but she never slowed
her pace. After a while my ass became numb and she began thrusting faster
and more furiously and came in my ass again with another loud groan.
She fell over onto me and lied there for a little while before getting up
and instructed me to sit up as well. I was slow to rise, but thankfully
she didn't scold me.
"It's getting late and we should discuss the nightly rituals. You will
sleep in here with me at the foot of my bed, but first you must go down
to your room and clean yourself up." More climbing the stairs. She
continued, "remove your uniform and wash up, but keep the gag in. Of
course you will not be able to remove your corset and other restraints,
but here is the key for your heels. You may remove them when you get to
your room. Don't forget to charge your vibrator and battery for your
chastity belt." She handed me the key and waved me off.
"Don't be too long," she called as I left the room.
As I made my way down the treacherous steps in these high heels, my ass
continued to burn and my throat was raw from screaming. I couldn't stop
myself from sobbing at the pain running through me or the thought of what
happened to me this night. I was strapped in a skimpy sissy maid's outfit
with a chastity belt and extremely uncomfortable corset and just had my
ass reamed by a "woman" with a rather large, very real cock. It was too
much, and I barely made it down the stairs without tumbling over, though
I did stumble a few times.
When I got to my room I saw a note on my vanity describing my nightly
rituals. I removed the maid's uniform and heels and found the chargers
for my devices in my vanity. It was a little tricky getting the stockings
off with the ankle cuffs, but they were loose enough to slip through.
Then I went into the bathroom to wash up and relieve myself. I broke down
crying again at the sight of me in the mirror, but knew I couldn't stay
there long. I washed my face again and headed back up stairs. It was much
easier without the heels, but climbing the stairs was still arduous
thanks to the corset.
When I got back to Cassia's bedroom, she came out of the bathroom and
gave me a racy pink nighty to wear. Then she instructed me to lie down in
a metal ring on the floor at the foot of her bed. She pressed a button on
a small handheld device and the some small lights on the ring began to
glow. "This is where you will sleep for a while. When you have learned to
be a good sissy lover, you may sleep in the bed with me, but for now this
is your place. I would advise you not to leave this space until the
lights fade." Then she kissed me on the forehead and said, "Goodnight,
sweetheart."
I lied there a while trying to forget the day and fall asleep, but the
pain in my asshole kept me awake for a while and the events of the day
kept swimming through my head. I sobbed as quietly as I could a few
times, but Cassia must have heard me. Fortunately, she didn't scold me
for keeping her awake, and I soon heard her snoring softly. It was a
quite a bit later when I drifted off.
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To be continued...
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