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The year is 2050 and women rule the world. I should really follow this statement with a sinister laugh but there was nothing sinister in the current situation. There was no bloody coup by women to overthrow man, there was no war waged by man to wipe himself out, no it was mother nature who took a hand in helping women find there rightful place. Things started changing from the year 2012. Gradually women began to realise that they could read minds. They could easily read the mind of a man but only read the mind of a woman if she wanted it to happen. As more women realised their power things began to change for man. There were no more cheating husbands, no more cheating bosses and no more cheating politicians. So women began to assume the seats of power all over the world. The up side of this change was no more war, well with no more bullish men in power fighting over each others things there was no need. Wealth had also been evenly distributed so no one in the world went hungry. This was due to women in power and the fact that if a woman took a seat of power she had to openly allow her mind to be read. With no deceit in the world things had changed for the better. So what had become of man? Well he had been relegated in most cases to the home. He was now the child mind, cook, cleaner, educator and sex object. As womankind settled into their role as leaders they began to delve into the male psyche and it soon became apparent that over ninety percent of the male population had a sissy side. It was easy for women to push men in the direction they already had a leaning to, so soon it was men wearing the skirts. In fact most of them revelled in the fact that they could wear the silky garments that they had only marvelled at and taken off women most of their lives. As far as wearing sexy and silky clothes most women continued to wear what they had before the change, after all they like the feel, there were a few women who took on the mantle of the male dress but they were in the minority. Women also realised that not only could they read male minds they could also manipulate them. So the rest of the population not interested in becoming sissies were soon altered to realise their true place in life was as a sissy. This meant that women had total control of the male population With man in his rightful place and attired as a sissy women began to allow men back into the workplace. After all there were jobs that a woman was just not capable of or did not want to do now that they had the choice. Take for instance builders; men were now beginning to filter back into those roles. Gone however the loose jeans with the builders bum and the T-Shirt too small to cover their ample belly. Now male builders mostly wore pink dungarees, cut tightly around the crotch and snugly over bum. With this and the fact they were wearing frilly sissy underwear it was impossible for them to wolf whistle at a passing sexy woman. In all this sissiness there was still a place for the macho male, because there were women who felt the need for a strong man to cater to their carnal needs. For this reason male bordellos were created. They were effectively prisons and in this way used as a deterrent to any sissies who decided to break the law. Yes there was a police force in this new society. It was staffed completely by women, the uniform tight leather and boots. Just the sight of a police woman had a sissy quivering and bowing. Any infringement of the new laws, out after curfew, speeding (even if ordered by Mistress) meant a trip to the bordello. Here sissies were reverted back to their macho state and made to wear male clothes. I have not experienced this but it must be awful not being allowed dainty underwear for weeks on end, how can they stand it? Night time they are used by the Mistresses for their sexual pleasure. Some of the males of the non sissy persuasion were kept permanently in the bordellos to cater for the needs of women. How did I fit into this new society? Well I was a closet tranny before the change so having to wear feminine attire was a joy rather than a penance. My wife Jenny now my Mistress was not interested in sissies until she realised the new power she had. After she had humiliated her arrogant boss she had become a changed person, she now revelled in her power. I loved her new dominance and fell in love with her over again, she simply tolerated me. And here I stand the epitome of a sissy in Mistresses dungeon. In front of me is a bound male. His arms stretched above him, his ankles chained together and tied to anchor points on the floor. He is about my height and has a body builder's physique. Defined chest, a washboard stomach, narrow hips and muscular legs. He is naked and his soft eight inch cock dangles between his legs. I look at it and lick my lips. He stares aggressively at me. "What are you looking at faggot!" he demands. I cast my eyes down and look at myself. I am indeed the ultimate sissy. On my feet I have white shiny patent leather ankle boots. The soles have a two inch wedge; the heels are eight inch stiletto. The boots are laced at the front with bright pink laces. Although there is no need they are padlocked on and Mistress has the key. I must grovel at her feet every night to be allowed to remove them. Sometimes if she is feeling spiteful she will make me wear them all night. On my legs I have sheer white stockings that have a pink heart pattern, but over these reaching to just under my knees are white socks. They end with an inch of frothy pink lace adorned with a pink PVC bow. My stockings are held up with white suspender straps that disappear under a froth of white and pink petticoats. The dress is exquisitely sissy. The skirt ends just bellow my crotch and is held out around my body by means of a wire hoop, also holding the skirt at a ninety degree angle is the eight petticoats of shades deep pink to white. Under these is a white suspender belt adorned with delicate pink flowers. Covering my tiny locked up clit and my butt plugged sissy pussy is a pair of pink panties that froth with white lace. My cock cage has been on for the last year, Mistress delights in telling me she has forgotten where the key is, I shiver in sissy humiliation and frustration in equal measures. The dress travels up from the hemline pinching in severely pulling my normally thirty inch waist into a respectable twenty six. The reason it fits so well is the permanent corset I have on underneath. It is white rubber boned with steel braces. It is so tight it has become a second skin, and every few months Mistress will check it and tighten it. It does mean that breathing is extremely difficult. If I exert myself too much I go dizzy. I have on numerous occasions nearly blacked out whist doing the housework too vigorously. I also have to stick to a strict diet and plenty of exercise. Every morning I wake at three and complete a four mile run in the corset before starting my working day. The bodice travels to the bra which is half cup. This causes my double D breasts to be presented much like two ripe melons. My breasts are my most favourite thing about myself. I was honoured to go through the pain of surgery to please my Mistress, and now that all cosmetic surgeons are controlled by women the surgery was free. The edge of the bra is laced with frothy white lace. The dress has off the shoulder sleeves so the froth of lace travels around my breasts then onto my arms. The sleeves then puff out and are again drawn in just above my elbows again with a froth of lace. I have my owners collar around my neck "I belong to Mistress Jenny." I have long blond hair, natural now that I have undergone the surgery to replace my own hair follicles with blond ones. Mistress said I was an air head as a man so it was only fitting, I totally agree. So now you can see how I contrasted starkly with the bound male. "You pathetic faggot.....let me loose," he raged. I continued to ignore him, hoping Mistress would come soon. "If I could get loose I would beat the fuck out of you," he threatened. A smile came to my lips. "What the fuck have you got to smile about faggot? You spend your days running after a woman, whilst she keeps your cock under lock and key..." I looked up and nodded still smiling "I'll bet your cock is tiny," he sneered. I was going to explain why I was smiling but just then I heard Mistress coming down the stairs. She was wearing an elegant gown and carrying a glass of wine. "I see my new acquisition has woken up," she smiled. "Yeah bitch and if I was loose I would give you a good fucking," he shouted. "Such bravado from someone who is locked up," she stated calmly. "So fucking what...what do you want," he demanded. "Well better manners would be a start, but I like the fact you have spirit all the better when I break you." "What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded. "Listen very carefully slave....because that is what you are to me!" "Your slave.....like hell!" he retorted. "Enough! One more outburst from you and will cut out your tongue!" railed Mistress. He was stunned into silence. "Better.....now you are my property for thirty days. In those thirty days I can do with you as I like. If you don't survive the thirty days no one will care..." He paled a little at this and any fight seemed to have left him for the moment. "In that thirty days I am going to turn you from an arrogant bull into a simpering sissy like the one you see before you...." She pointed at me. "You going to use your Jedi mind tricks," he sneered. She glared at him and he dropped his gaze. "No, I have a few wagers placed saying that I can turn you without using mind control. When I have finished with you, you will be a simpering sissy begging to suck cock and get your sissy arse fucked..." He looked up and sneered but said nothing. "The beauty is that I will break you and THEN use mind control to turn you back into the bull you are now..." A look of confusion crossed his face and I must admit I was confused. Then Mistress dropped the bomb. "You will however keep all your memories even as you strut around the brothel pretending to be cock of the walk. You will remember how you begged for cock!...." She let this sink in as his face got paler. "You must have seen the macho prick returned to the brothel after a mysterious absence, they look and act tough but you can see the haunted look in their eye....they have been sissies...just like you will be" with that Mistress turned to me. I could see he was remembering other males and how they looked. He looked truly frightened. "Get him ready Davina," she ordered then headed back up stairs. I moved to the shell shocked male who was now strangely quite, now he must understand why I was smiling I thought. The purpose built dungeon had a few special design features that helped me prepare the slave. I untied is ankles then using a rail system in the room moved him to the shower area. The rail had tracks across the roof allowing a captive slave to be moved to certain areas of the dungeon whilst still manacled with theirs arms above their heads. Once in the shower area I donned a full PVC apron and latex gloves and prepared the hair removal solution. "What's that?" he asked. "Hair removal solution." "No way faggot!" he pulled against the bonds. Then as I moved closer he spat into my face. Calmly I moved behind him for a tissue. I also picked up another piece of equipment. As I moved in front of him I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. His eyes and his mouth opened wide and he bellowed. I inserted the ring gag with ease. Slowly I strapped it around his head allowing the fear to set in, he spat and cursed around the gag unrepentant. I picked up a nail brush and liberally doused it with scented soap before his face. I then forced the brush into his mouth scrubbing at his tender palate, as I worked I spoke. "Now slave, when Mistress breaks you, which she will, I will then have power over you. So keep in mind the mean and nasty things you have done to me. What you sow is what you reap." I removed the brush and the ring gag and he timidly swallowed the soapy mouthful he had. Without another word I applied the hair removal cream, eyebrows, hair, chest and crotch. When I was finished he would not have a single hair on his body. He flinched when I did his eyebrows and I had to rub it in. "Don't worry we will paint on new girly ones." I smiled. When he was completely coated I went back upstairs to see to Mistresses needs. In the time that I had been away several guests had arrived so I saw to refreshing their drinks and looking after their needs "Davina the girls have come to see my new brute and see whether I have any chance on winning the wager..." "Yes Mistress." I curtsied. "Go get him ready....I want him standing up and if you can get his cock hard..." she stated waving me away. I must admit I shivered at the thought of handling that monster. Although I was completely sissy, the last vestiges of being a man still had me feeling the humiliation of being told to play with another mans cock. I hurried back down to the dungeon to find him skipping from foot to foot. "What the hell is this stuff...it's burning my skin off....get it off," he shouted. I grabbed the shower head and deliberately turning it to cold sprayed him all over. The cold must have been a mercy after the burning but soon he was shivering with the cold. He did now however, resemble a bright pink worm. I looked at his cock that had shrunk to about six inches....shit! I pulled him to the centre of the room then began to dry him with a soft towel. I lingered on his cock hoping the warmth would help. "Get off my cock you faggot," he stated. "Would you like me to suck it," I simpered. "No chance what do you think I am faggot!" Left with no other option I took hold of his cock hoping to get some reaction but he flinched away. All too soon I heard Mistress on the stairs and his cock was still soft. Behind Mistress came her five friends. She looked at me then at the slave. "You disappoint me Davina," she stated simply. I was crestfallen I really wanted to please Mistress. "Well girls here he is," stated Mistress to the group. "Quite a brute," said one. "Hello girls...." He puffed out his chest. "Which one of you wants to suck on my cock," he boasted. There were giggles from the group. "Quite the stud," said a tall angular Mistress. "Are you sure you can tame him....it is your first time." "Of course Cynthia," answered Mistress. "Not a chance....I will be fucking her before too long," he shouted. "We shall see," said Mistress, shepherding the Mistresses back upstairs. "Put him to sleep for the night....." stated Mistress. "Then come upstairs you have maids duties to attend too." "Yes Mistress," I answered giving a low curtsey much to the disgust of the slave. I use the rail system to guide him into his cell then I collect a few things. First I fitted a collar, then wrist cuffs and finally a cuff that fitted around his balls. "What the fuck are these for faggot," he demanded. "Glad you asked...." I smiled knowing what was to come. "The various restraints I have just fitted are our way of controlling you. As of tomorrow you will be in basic bondage and we don't want you getting any ideas. All around this dungeon are microphones that are modulated to Mistresses and my voice. Let me demonstrate...." "Teach mode on," I stated in a loud voice. I was answered by a feminine voice that said, "Teach mode on." "Now slave let me show you......PAIN," I stated. He yelped and jumped from foot to foot. "What the fuck!" he gasped. "That was in teaching mode to show you what the ball collar can do. In normal mode the pain is more severe." I took the control and began to lower his arms. "You may want to keep them above your waist," I suggested. He complied but he had a puzzled look on his face. "You can lower your arms now." He lowered his arms and then yelped and raised them again. "Son of a bitch," he spat. "Well slave, you will have some freedom and we don't want you abusing yourself," I smirked. "Normal mode on," I stated. "Normal mode on," came the answer. "Now the system is at full, if you want to test it either lower your arms or attempt to disobey me....either way you will know severe pain," I smirked. I moved into his cell and untied his wrists, he was now pretty much free but he stood obediently. "Now I suggest you lay on the bed for the next demonstration. Instead of following orders though he lunged at me. He never reached me though. "PAIN," I shouted and he doubled over, and then fell to the floor in a foetal ball gasping for breath. After a few minutes I spoke to him. "Get on the bed or I will toast your balls again," I ordered. He crawled onto the bed, remembering to keep his hands above his waist. "Now for the last demonstration you are going to get today....SLEEP." The last thing he saw was my grinning face as the shock collar around his neck stunned him into unconsciousness. He would wake up with a headache but he would also know we have complete control. I moved to a metal wardrobe and opened the doors. I marvelled at all the sissy clothing inside, from stockings to Basques. I wanted to look through and try on all of the items but I knew Mistress would need my services. I did however smile knowing that slave would soon be sampling the delights of this wardrobe; in fact he would beg to wear them in the end. That is how much I trusted Mistresses abilities. I selected a pink baby-doll negligee and dressed the slave in it. Lastly I switched off the light and left him in the dark. Chapter 2 I arrived in the dungeon the following morning to find slave at the door. "Get this fucking thing off me," he demanded, meaning the negligee. "Why don't you take it off yourself," I smirked knowing full well that he could not pull up the hem without zapping himself. Something he must have done a couple of times. He was obviously too brutish to think of other ways of getting it off. "And what's with the toilet I need a piss." I smiled remembering the toilet seat in his cell was locked down. "Well if want to pee you have to ask politely here." "Just unlock the fucking toilet faggot," he sneered. I simply looked at him, and then half turned to leave. "Then I will piss on the floor," he stated. "You do and I will zap your balls and make you lick it up." He paled. "Please may I use the toilet," he asked. "Ask correctly...slave," I smiled. "Please may I have a pee?" he asked timidly. "Certainly....but you do everything sitting down..that includes peeing." he nodded in answer. "Unlock toilet," I said to the computer. "Toilet unlocked." He sat and relief flooded his face as he relieved himself of the nights full bladder. He looked so much like a sissy sitting on the toilet the negligee bunched around his hips. He glared at me as I smiled at him. Finished I ordered the toilet locked again then saw to his other ablutions, shower and covering his body in scented body oil, he balked at first but a threat of shocking his balls had him in line. After breakfast of a gruel full of nutrients, Viagra and a hint of female hormones, enough to help his mindset but not change his body I then prepared him for Mistress. I pulled his arms behind his back and fitted then into a bondage glove, pulling the straps so tight that his elbows met, he grimaced in pain. The last item of bondage was strapping his ankles tightly together. He was now completely at our mercy. I lowered him onto his belly in the centre of the dungeon then headed back upstairs to prepare Mistresses breakfast. Little did slave know that he would be waiting like that for two hours! When I returned he was not happy. "There you are faggot...any chance of letting me out?" he spat. "No," I sated simply. I set up a leather chair at the other side of the dungeon and prepared for Mistresses arrival. I had dressed her so I knew what to expect, but he did not. I heard the click of heels as she entered the dungeon. She moved languidly across the dungeon and reclined in the chair. Slave gawped at the vision of domination. Mistress had on Patent leather black thigh length boots. The heels stiletto thin and six inches high. The boots were severely laced up her shapely legs. Her shapely legs were encased in sheer black stockings. They disappeared under a skin tight leather skirt that was held up by a wide black patent leather belt. Tucked into the belt was a startlingly white blouse that fitted Mistresses figure divinely. The high collar giving her the appearance of a strict school Mistress. Mistress Jenny smiled at slaves reaction and spoke. "Would you like some sex?" she asked. His eyes lit up and he nodded. "Then all you need to do is crawl over here and lick my boots." "Like fuck," he stated. Mistress looked at me and I collected something from one of the cupboards and positioned myself behind slave. "Perhaps a little incentive." She nodded at me. I touched the cattle prod to the sole of slave's foot. He flinched but still did not move. Mistress looked at me and raised her chin. I moved the cattle prod up and touched it to his bottom. He shouted at the shock. "Fuck off." Mistress grimaced and then lowered her chin. On this command I pushed the prod between his legs and positioned it against his balls. I did not pull the trigger allowing him time to sweat. I could see him tense up but knew it would do him no good. I pulled the trigger and he bellowed. His shoulders arched back at the pain and the air rushed from his lungs....but still he did not move. I pushed the prod in again.... "OK....OK," he relented, Mistress smiled. Slowly he raised his hips then he pushed himself along the floor, much like a worm does. "Faster slave," Mistress demanded and nodded to me. I used the prod on his bum. So, in this way he crawled to worship Mistresses boots. Once he reached her, Mistress made him worship the sole of both boots, then as high up as he could reach on each boot.....Finally. "Enough....I'm horny....Davina prepare him," she demanded. "Get me a drink first," she ordered. I prepared a fruit drink for Mistress and served it on a silver tray along with some nibbles. I noticed slave grinning at my servitude and blushed, my tiny clit throbbed. I grabbed slave and attached the pulley system to his bound arms, I then used the winch to bring him to his feet along with a lot of swearing because it is very painful to be lifted in this way, I was a little bit pleased at his pain after the look he had given me. I made him hop to the surgical bed in the main dungeon area. After lowering it I unfastened his arms and made him lay on his back on the bed. I then strapped him to the bed at his chest, stomach, waist knees and ankles. He was completely immobilised. Throughout this operation he looked at me smugly. When he was prepared I returned to Mistress. "The slave is prepared." I curtsied. Mistress stood and swayed across the room to the bound form. I looked on in adoration and a little trepidation, she was about to be fucked by the first man other than me. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled knowing my thoughts of course. She mounted the bed and rested her weight on his chest. He gasped at the weight. "Prepare him," Mistress ordered. I collected a rubber figure of eight ring and slid it onto his cock. Just touching his cock sent shivers down my spine. It was so hot....and hard as steel....and BIG! I slid one loop of the rubber around his balls the other around his cock. This had the effect of keeping all the blood in his cock, and very sadistically all the spunk in his balls. Little did he know but he was not going to get to cum. I moved before Mistress. "Feed his cock into my pussy," she murmured. I could see the look of lust on her face. From the domination she had over me to the power she had over this bound form, he grinned at me. "That's right sissy put my cock in your wife's pussy...so that I can fuck her," he sneered. I turned bright red and my tiny cock throbbed and dripped in equal measure at my humiliation. "I think you will find it is me that's doing the fucking slave," she sneered. I again took hold of his cock as Mistress moved back and down. I was in no uncertain terms as to how excited Mistress was as his cock slid easily inside her. Both of them let out a moan of pleasure. After a few seconds mistress raised herself up then down again. I watched slave strain to thrust into her but he was tied too tight. I smiled at the frustration on his face as did Mistress, reading my thoughts she spoke. "See it is I slave fucking you...." I thrilled at her domination. "But you have such a big manly cock, I have never felt anything so good!" My thrill turned to anguish as the look on his face changed back to one of pleasure. The humiliation coursed through my soul and I dropped to a new low level of servitude and love. Mistress smiled at me. Turning her attention to slave she began to ride him to climax, in fact she came three times, at her third climax slave was gasping and begging to cum. "What the fuck....why can't I cum," he bellowed. "Because you're probably not a real man," sneered Mistress. She lifted herself from his cock and rested on his stomach whilst I removed the rubber rings, I laughed inwardly because he was too brutish to realise it was the rings that held back his climax. Mistress swayed back to the chair and seated herself. I hastened to refresh her drink. When I handed her the drink she pointed between her legs. "Clean me Davina," she ordered smiling. I avidly fell to my knees; this was the greatest pleasure in my life, licking Mistresses pussy. Knowing she had just had a long fuck I gently tongued the lust swollen lips of her outer pussy. As my roving tongue delved deeper I noticed the new taste, not unpleasant. The unmistakable taste of a man! My cock throbbed and Mistress laughed at my humiliated thoughts. I cleaned Mistresses pussy and to my great joy brought her to a climax. She patted my head and then sauntered upstairs. I looked at slave from my knees. "Was that good licking up my juices," he laughed. I wanted to beat him within an inch of his life, but my cock betrayed me, it swelled and wept at the thought of what had occurred in the last hour. I untied slave and ordered him to shower. He smiled as he washed his cock. "Washing your wife's pussy juices off," he sneered. He had finally pushed me too far so I shocked him into unconsciousness. I realised then that I would have to drag him back to his cell and bed. I did however have the last laugh as I fitted him into bright pink very sissy panties and his baby doll negligee. As an added spite I painted his lips bright red. I then headed upstairs to continue my maids duties. This routine continued for the next three days, the fourth day was different in that slave needed no cattle prod incentive to lick Mistresses boots, something she smiled smugly about. Slave was however getting more and more frustrated; I could see he loved the feel of Mistresses pussy on his cock, something that both humiliated and excited me! Yet he was frustrated at not being able to cum. The fifth day was different again, after securing slave I returned upstairs to prepare Mistress. When I arrived at her bedroom I found she was already dressed. As usual she was a vision of dominance, missing only her thigh boots. Instead she had on blood red silk slippers. But as magnificent as my Mistress is my gaze was drawn to what she had on her lap something that made my heart miss a beat. There resting on her knees where a pair of bright pink thigh high boots. They had a two inch wedges and six inch stiletto heels. The leather was so glossy it gleamed. Knowing they were not Mistresses colour it meant only one thing. They were for me! I thrilled at the thought of being laced into them. Mistress grinned at my train of thought. "You are such a pathetic sissy Davina," she laughed. I blushed and my cock throbbed. "Yes Mistress," I gave a very low curtsey. "Come and sit..." she ordered pointing to a chair beside her. "On this rare occasion I will fit your boots, after today you will fit them yourself and to the same standard." She knelt before me and began to lace the boots up my legs. She laced them bone crunchingly tight and meticulously made sure they were evenly laced. When she had finished she helped me to my feet. I winced slightly at the tight fit but when I saw how they looked in a near by mirror all thought of discomfort fled, they were adorable! "Come Davina let's go see slave." I followed in her wake as she headed for the dungeon. In the dungeon slave followed Mistresses figure across the room with his eyes, but his gaze slipped when he noticed the boots I was wearing. Mistress sat demurely in the chair and I stood beside her. "Worship me," ordered Mistress. Slave crawled across the room and began to kiss Mistresses slippers; I could not however hide my smile though because he kept gazing at my boots. It would seem slave had grown to associate the worship of boots with pleasure. "Slave I always allow you pleasure when you kiss my boots...." "Yes," he gasped. "But since you have not worshipped any boots today....no pleasure." "But......" "You can however have some pleasure...in fact you may cum,....if you worship Sissy Davina's boots," she smiled cruelly down at him. I watched the look of consternation on his face, he wanted to cum...but he knew it would cost. Finally his lust won and he began to crawl toward me. "Davina sit over there," ordered Mistress pointing to the other side of the dungeon. Slave cursed softly as I moved out of reach. He then had to crawl on his belly to worship MY boots! I watched the feeling of power and lust filling my senses. My cock throbbed painfully fit to burst and dribbled like a tap. When he reached me I made him worship my boots as Mistress had done, even stopping him so that I could prepare Mistress a drink and making him start from the beginning, Mistress loved this touch of cruelty from me. "Enough Davina time for slave to cum." I stood and helped slave to his feet, I then had him lay on the bed and fastened him down. However instead of the usual rubber straps I slowly rolled a condom down his engorged member. Mistress arose from her seat and sauntered over to the bed. After straddling slave she allowed me to insert his rubber clad cock into her pussy. She was wet after watching us together so he slipped in easily. She then rode him to her first climax. Slave was getting quite excited, he knew something was different and he had, had the promise of release. He was still unsure as to what cost it would come at but his lust was starting to take over. Mistress paused in her fucking. "Are you ready to cum slave?" she inquired. "Yes!" her growled. "What would you do to be able to cum?" "I knew it...you bitch...." "Well I could always finish here..." she began to rise. "NO.....wait," he almost shouted. "What do I have to do.....," he asked reluctantly. "First apologise for calling me a bitch." "...............sorry." "PROPERLY!" "Sorry.....Mistress!" he murmured. Mistress showed no sign of success, only that that was normally how he should address her. "You will kiss Davina....it was only going to be a peck but now I want a French kiss." "Kiss the faggot!" he grimaced. Mistress began to rise. "OK.....OK...I will kiss Davina," he pleaded. Mistress took up a steady rhythm, again she was only interested in her own pleasure. "Better make it quick slave....I'm going to climax and then we are done." I could see the look of frustration on his face; the condom was obviously dulling some of the feeling. I decided I would help him cum. So lubricating my index finger I forced my hand between his legs and inserted my finger into his tight virgin hole. He bellowed at the intrusion but also came like a steam train. Mistress climaxed at the same time then fell into a fit of laughter. Slave shamefaced gasped for breath. After Mistress had finally composed herself she got down from the bed and went to one of the cupboards. She returned pulling on a pair of black rubber gloves. "Kneel Davina," she ordered. Taking hold of slaves limp cock she carefully removed the loaded condom. "Open wide Davina." I opened my mouth as she moved towards me. Taking hold of the end of the condom she upended it over my mouth. The contents of slave's balls, his spunk of a week dribbled onto my waiting tongue. Mistress looked down at me her eyes glazed with lust. She has such power over me and I love her more for it. "Swallow." I swallowed the cum and as I did the taste exploded filling my senses.....salty ...... metallic and very, very manly. My cock throbbed and my heart beat like a drum and I revelled in this masochistic humiliation. I heard slave gasp at what I was allowing Mistress to do to me. "Davina will have that kiss now," smirked Mistress. "No fucking way!" retorted slave. "PAIN," barked Mistress. Slave convulsed in his bonds, as he was tied down he was unable to cup his aching balls as the pain subsided. "Level2.......PAIN," ordered mistress. The shocked level went up and slave bellowed in his bonds. "Level3......" "Wait please....I want to kiss Davina," he relented. Mistress ordered me off my knees and I approached slave. I could see the look of disgust on his face. I leant over the table and planted my lips against his. This was a new experience for me. I had never kissed a man before. I was expecting a stubbly rough kiss but of course the depilation cream has seen to his beard for a month or so. His lips were surprisingly soft and moist. Tentatively I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He for his part remained passive until Mistress spoke. "I better see you working slave or I will zap your balls off." His tongue immediately darted into my mouth. I watched his eyes as we kissed. They were wide and wild and slowly I saw the look of recognition dawn as he began to taste his own cum in my mouth. Then just to spite him I closed my eyes showing him the pleasure I was getting from this kiss. "I will leave you two lovebirds too it!" remarked Mistress and she left the dungeon. As soon as Slave heard the upper door close he broke the kiss. If he could have wiped his mouth he would have. I noted this and thought to myself that I would not allow his night time ablutions, tonight he would sleep with the taste of cum in his mouth. I untied him and walked him to his cell. "Can I wash and brush my teeth please," he asked. I almost relented because he was almost polite, but then remembered his treatment of me earlier this week. "No....put on the negligee and get into bed," I ordered. He followed my orders but I could see he was wanting to rebel. I wondered if he was starting to realise where the power was. This thought was quashed as I headed upstairs to serve Mistress. "Well at least I got to shoot my spunk in your wife's pussy," he laughed. "Some people just don't learn," I thought as I switched out the light. Chapter 3. You may be wondering after a weeks worth of abuse from slave both to myself and Mistress how slave has not had the skin flayed from his body. I certainly would have whipped him within an inch of his life for the crude comments he made to and about Mistress! Well Mistress is not into pain as a punishment. Since I have been her sissy maid I have had very few beatings, much to my disappointment. She has loaned me to Mistresses who have used the cane and the whip as punishment. I have come back black and blue and she merely shook her head. I on the other hand loved the punishment and the after effects; admiring my bruises is something that has even got me into trouble with Mistress on more than one occasion. Mistress works on the intellectual level as far as punishment is concerned. She knows that not letting me wear sissy clothes for a day or week is enough to put me in my place, or in extreme cases she makes me wear rough and scratchy underpants! Mistress confided in me that whipping slave would probably play to his male ego. He would see it as a challenge that he could endure the pain. "No....his downfall is going to be far more subtle." You may be surprised by the fact that Mistress confides in me. We still have a loving relationship the only thing that has changed is the roles. When she gets home I will have a drink waiting. I will serve her meals and when she wants some one to listen I will kneel and hear her. She does also allow my views on certain things. If I seem out of line she will put me in my place, and as an intellectual she will always be my better. As far as sex is concerned she is free to get her pleasure how she likes, but I must admit being allowed to worship her pussy has me on a high for days afterwards. Anyway I digress on to slaves second week of training. Day six, after allowing slave his ablutions and breakfast I prepared him for his daily ritual of worship. Today however slave was to be tied in a different way. I got slave to go on hands and knees. I then tied his knees together with a two foot spreader bar. I then tied his wrists in the same way, finally chaining the wrist and knee bars together. Slave could now crawl on hands and knees but he could not get to his feet. As usual left slave in this position and hurried upstairs, I did however notices slave's hard cock. Was he excited by the bondage or the thought of Mistress riding him? Either way he was succumbing to the rituals, because it must have been very frustrating not being able to cum, yet still he was hard...interesting. When Mistress finally deigned to let slave worship her she entered the dungeon. Slave looked slightly weary and his cock had shrunk, but it soon came to life on seeing Mistress, another telling sign. Mistress had slave crawl to he but this time he was allowed to worship from the souls of her boots to the very top, he was made to worship every inch a leather and his cock stayed hard all the time. When Mistress was ready he eagerly almost laughable scampered towards the bench, where Mistress rode him to three climaxes before getting me to clean her. I was then left to put slave back into his cell. Over the days he had been with us I had been putting a negligee and panties on him before allowing him to sleep. Tonight I left the garments on the bed. To my surprise he put them on without being told. I would have to inform Mistress about this and the erections. I hurried upstairs to my duties. Day seven and eight followed the same pattern with slave getting slightly less arrogant and more submissive. Day nine Mistress allowed slave to worship her bottom. Well lick the leather of her panties. I looked on drooling; I would have sold my soul to take his place. Day ten slave knew that things were changing for him. For a start today he had not been placed in bondage before Mistresses arrival. Instead I had him kneel in anticipation. He looked askance of me but did not voice his thought. It seemed slave was starting to accept his position. We waited in anticipation for Mistress to arrive. Of course she was not subject to our whims in fact if she decided she may not come at all. Finally I heard the click of her heals on the stairs. She gracefully moved to the chair and sat. Slave made to go to her. "Wait," I commanded. He paused and I could see the impulse to disobey. He of course knew I could cause him pain if he did not obey either Mistress or my directions but it seemed the training was taking effect subconsciously with him. Mistress smiled when he again returned to the kneeling position at my feet. I noticed Mistress had slave's next change dangling from the fingers of her right hand. I was not sure if slave knew the significance but he soon would. "Davina tells me that you like to wear female night wear," mused Mistress. "Not like," he retorted, he said looking up at me, I smiled in response. "Yet you gladly put them on," she returned. "Only under threat of pain," he spat. Perhaps he was not changing I thought disappointed. "I see.....come and worship me." Slave crawled to worship her boots; I noticed his cock was hard at the prospect. "I think slave you need to dress before worshipping me" said Mistress halting him before he had a chance to start. She threw the panties she had in her hand to him. "Put them on," she stated simply. Slave put them up against his body and grimaced. They were a pair of pink full panties. The edges and waistband were however a froth of white lace, at least three layers worth. His cock drooped a little bit at what he had to do. Carefully he slipped his feet into them and pulled them up his legs. Both of us noticed his gasp as they encased his cock and bottom. "Feel good?" smirked Mistress. Slave blushed and to hide his embarrassment returned to the kneeling position. "That's better....now you can worship me sissy." Slave growled under his breath at the new name. Mistress directed me to come and play with slave...or should I say sissies bottom and encased cock. At first touch he flinched but when I cupped his balls and stroked his now erect cock his breathing got faster. He was unrestrained so I looked to Mistress knowing full well he could quite easily cum at any minute. "Want to cum sissy?" asked Mistress. "Yes." "In pink panties." He was gasping for breath as he continued licking. He was desperate to cum but he knew what Mistress was intimating. "Yes," he murmured. Mistress grinned and nodded to me. I knew exactly what I had to do. Sissy was going to be allowed to cum but only after he had completely worshipped Mistresses boot. I stroke sissy hard getting her close, judging her ready I slowed down watching her progress. As she neared the completion of her task she even pleaded. "Please," she gasped. Mistress nodded and I stoked the soft silk against her hard cock. She growled her climax into Mistresses boots and Mistresses comments added to her humiliation. "Such a bad sissy climaxing in her panties, I think sissy loves the feel of silk too much." Her face burnt bright red as a hot damp spot spread across the front of her panties. "Well one thing sissy, you seem to have got me hot...Davina strap her to the table." I helped sissy up and guided her to the table. Once she was tied down Mistress approached. She quickly observed that sissy was hard still. "It seems that sissy likes her panties she is hard again" she quipped. Sissy tried to get some pride back by saying. "Yeah, that's because you're going to ride it .......and stop calling me sissy! "Sorry sissy but since you love to wear panties that is your new name, and I seem to remember you cumming a second ago without me riding you". Sissy could only turn her face away redness spreading as she realized the truth. Mistress rode sissy to three climaxes and then allowed me to clean her before heading upstairs. Before she left she did remark at something that totally devastated sissy's pride. "Tell me sissy I just rode you to three climaxes without the rubber strap holding your climax back, and yet you didn't cum. Do you need to feel the caress of silk before you do so, or something in your pussy like last time?" she exited before he could reply her laughter trailing behind her. "I......I....." he stammered. He looked at me grinning at him. "I had just cum," he remarked in a meek voice. "Yes Sissy," I smirked. Day eleven saw a very frilly suspender belt added to sissy's ensemble. I also started to notice a few changes in sissy. She got hard and stayed hard when she was in her sissy attire and she did not seem to make any attempt to escape, even when for most of the time she was not in bondage. I did still place her in bondage when she slept but she even seemed to be relishing that. To turn the screw I started placing the latest sissy home and service magazines in her cell. Well she was for the most part left to think about what was happening to her most of the day. When she was slave she must have been terribly bored, but I suppose that was what Mistress wanted, to allow time for him to fret as to what would happen to him, use his own imagination to turn him. Now however she seemed to have settled into the regime of me looking after her most of the day and Mistress using her in the evening. Day twelve stockings were added, I noticed sissy was now reading the magazines, she even asked me a few questions about what it was like. I told her I loved my lowly status and worshipped the ground Mistress walked. She did not seem to want this for herself but she was not as belligerent as when she arrived almost two week ago. Day thirteen was the day we fitted sissy into a Basque. It was sissy pink with tiny embroidered hearts. I fitted it to sissy who almost groaned in ecstasy at its tight embrace. I know she wanted to let her feeling show but there was something holder her back, part of the male ego still there. When Mistress arrived she tightened the Basque even tighter causing sissy to squeal in a very unmanly way, she then blushed bright red. Mistress smiled knowingly. When Mistress rode sissy to climax in this session sissy almost passed out because she could not get her breath. Mistress laughed at her discomfort making sissy blush all the more. Day fourteen sissy was introduced to the delights of high heels. Mistress did not spare the rod and had sissy tottering around in eight inch stiletto heels. They were sissy pink of course and shiny patent leather, I loved watching the way the shoes changed her whole deportment. Mistress commented on this. "My...my sissy you do have a very sissy hip swing now." I could see sissy battling to say something; in the end she just bowed her head. Mistress had sissy walk around the dungeon, correcting any sign of her falling back into her manly way of walking. To finally push sissy to the limit she had her hold her arms up as she walked and allow her wrists to droop in very limp wristed manner. Sissy's face burned with shame but rather surprisingly her cock was hard as iron when Mistress came to ride her at the end of the session. Day fifteen and halfway through sissy's allotted time with Mistress, I must say I was growing to like her and I think she was doing the same with me. The final touch for sissy's outfit was her dress and it was a very special dress. My mouth watered when Mistress showed it to me and I was sure sissy would balk at having to wear it. It was made from pale pink satin. The skirt was pleated hundreds of times to give it volume but also added to this were the integral petticoats, they made the hem of the dress stand out at a ninety degree angle from the bodice. The bodice was satin panels each panel had a bone ribbing separator to make the dress corset like. The bust section had sewn in padding and the cups were a froth of white lace, from under the cups to the edge of the padding. It would give sissy a very frilly pair of teenage size tits, I smiled at the thought. The shoulder straps were a froth of frill which then continued down the full length of the arms to the wrists. "What do you think," asked Mistress. She of course knew what I was thinking...she knew I wanted more than anything to put it on. "It's wonderful Mistress....but," I was thinking sissy would revert to being slave when she saw this. "No Davina she will do anything you ask I think." I must have looked very confused at this moment because she laughed and then began to explain. "It would seem that slave now sissy has become accustomed to your presence in fact she is exhibiting all the symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome...." I looked even more blankly at Mistress, as I said earlier Mistress is my intellectual better. "It is what happens between a captive and their captor; the captive comes to love their captor. Put simply for you airhead! It seems she sees you as a security against my threats, intimidation and abuse. So we are going to use this to completely sissify her. Now go and prepare her and take the dress with you. Let her see it as you get her ready. In fact tell her all about it, really get her mind set. I will join you shortly. I headed down to the dungeon and Sissy. When sissy saw the dress she did indeed gasp gasped. "There is no way I am wearing that!" she gasped. Although she seemed reluctant to put the dress on there was none of the bolshy male ego I noticed. I hung the dress in her cell and prepared her for Mistress. When she showered I applied plenty of flowery scented lotion. Then I dressed her in her attire so far. Stockings, Basque and panties. As I was dressing her I spoke softly. "You will love the feel of the dress." "No I won't! "She was almost petulant. "Well you love the feel of your panties," I pointed to her erect cock. She looked down and blushed. "Well I...." "So the dress is even better." "No the dress is going too far.....I'm...." I interrupted her. "Yes you're a man...who loves to wear satin panties." The blush got deeper. "Would you wear it if I asked politely?" I murmured wondering just how much control I really had. "Look...I want to stay male...but I like you so!....." she simpered. "Please will you wear the pretty dress for me sissy," I asked. "Yes," A smile spread across her face and despite what she was saying I could see the eager look in her eyes. Sissy did gasp and croon when I fitted her into the dress, all semblance of the male ego had gone. I had her pose in front of the mirror, admiring her and getting her to do the same. All too soon it seemed Mistress arrived. "Well, well what do we have here.....two sissies it would seem." She sat in her chair and beckoned sissy forward. Sissy minced forward and knelt before Mistress. "So it would seem you like to dress as a sissy. "Yes Mistress," sissy murmured. "Well this changes things...stand sissy...." ""Raise your dress!" she ordered. Sissy stood and did as ordered. "I can see that wearing sissy clothes also excites you," she commented. Sissy blushed bright red. "Davina bring me an ice pack and a cage," I hurried to comply knowing what was coming for sissy. I handed both items to Mistress. She moved to Sissy and placed the icepack against her hard cock. Sissy gasped and squealed but stood still. "Sissies in my house do not get erections unless I allow it so this thing will have to be restrained," she said pointing to his now tiny cock. She then proceeded to fit the cock cage. I thought sissy would balk at this but she stood compliantly looking at me for help. I had to shake my head. "One final thing sissy, what was your male name sissy?" she asked. "John Mistress," She answered quizzically. "Well from now on you will be Joanna...understand?" "Yes Mistress." "What is your name sissy?" "Joanna Mistress," she replied the red blush covering her face. "Good now since I wont be riding you today I will still require pleasuring. You may lick my pussy." I almost gasped, that was my duty. I hoped she would be useless at it but of course Mistress picked up my thoughts. "Davina join her...you will watch closely and aid her in her duties," she ordered. This time it was I who blushed profusely. So I knelt alongside Joanna and watched her do what I most dearly wanted to do. Joanna was a quick learner as I pointed out Mistresses favourite points. I had expected her as a former arrogant male to balk at licking pussy but she dived in eagerly. Mistress was very pleased with her eagerness and climaxed quickly. She then turned the knife in my heart. "Goodness such and eager pussy licker!....and a big cock to boot. Davina I think you have a rival!" I tried to smile but it was strained. Mistress allowed Joanna to bring her to climax twice more before heading upstairs. I prepared Joanna for the night and considered zapping her balls in spite, but what she said stopped me. "I love worshipping Mistresses pussy; I know now why you love the task. Perhaps we can take it in turns to provide her pleasure. I smiled for the first time when I left Joanna to sleep. Things were certainly changing. Chapter 4. Day sixteen was the start of cock training week. This week would see the start of Joanna's cock training little did she know it. The first day started with the usual bondage, something Joanna seemed to be relishing more on more along with worshipping both mine and Mistresses boots. We had both noticed how her cock was dribbling copiously at the end of a worship session, evident by the wet stain in her panties. "Davina release Joanna's cock I feel like riding it today," ordered Mistress. Jealously I removed her cock cage; I had not been freed from mine for months! But then I did have a tiny cock, not much use for pleasuring Mistress, still I was jealous of the freedom. When Joanna was tied tightly to the bed and Mistress had mounted her she spoke. "I think Joanna's face needs something!" I smirked and Joanna looked perplexed. "Davina lets have those lips painted" she ordered. I collected a bright red lipstick and proceeded to gloss Joanna's lips. "That's better...although," mused Mistress. "Such cock sucker lips need something....fetch a gag." I smiled knowing what was coming. I collected a penis gag and moved towards Joanna's bound form. Her eyes grew round when she saw it. It was a training gag with only a one inch penis so when it was fitted it barely filled her mouth. Once in she sucked on it much like a dummy. "Ahh look at the slut sucking on it" laughed Mistress. Joanna blushed. So with Joanna sucking furiously on the gag Mistress took her pleasure. The next day saw a two inch penis, the following four. This was the worst day for Joanna, because four inch meant the penis was touching her gag reflex area. Before I inserted the gag Mistress spoke. She could see that Joanna was nervous at the length of the penis. "Now Sissy you must stay calm when the gag is inserted....Davina will not remove it no matter what you do..." Joanna's eyes grew even rounder. "That is correct; if you cannot control your reflexes then you will probably choke to death." Joanna's breathing quickened and some of her old self resurfaced. "No fucking way you are not putting that thing in my mouth!" she clamped her mouth shut. "Yes we are sissy, either whilst you're awake or knocked on conscious....." Joanna looked resigned to the fact and compliantly opened her mouth. I eased the gag in until I was able to fasten it in place. Just as I was doing so the gag reflex kicked in. Joanna bucked in her bonds almost throwing Mistress off balance. "BREATH!...and.....CALM," ordered Mistress. Joanna pulled raged lungs full of air through her nostril and managed to get control of her reflexes. Mistress began to ride her cock and the pleasure seemed to calm her even more. Eventually Mistress had her pleasure with Joanna only losing control once more. Day nineteen was a different gag again. This one was six inches but it was of a soft rubber and very flexible. Again Mistress calmed Joanna's fears. "I think you are ready to take a cock right down you throat today sissy....you are doing well..." Joanna beamed at the praise. "This time I want you to take the cock and suck it into your mouth...Davina!" I placed the penis gag against her lips and she opened up taking the tip. She slowly sucked the cock in getting use to its girth and softness as she did. Very quickly she had sucked it all into her mouth and the leather mount was resting against her lips. She sucked air in through her nostrils. "Good girl....." laughed Mistress. "And such a good cock sucker" Joanna blushed and made sucking noises around the gag. Mistress pleasured herself all the time commenting on what a good girl her sissy cock sucker was. Joanna's eyes glazed over in pleasure and she fell further under Mistresses spell. Day twenty was the final cock training day for Joanna. Instead of tying her to the bed however she was made to kneel in front of mistress. "How would you like a blow job?" asked Mistress. "Yes....yes....." Mistress cocked an eyebrow. "Yes please Mistress" she added. I quickly realized that it would be me providing the blow job and resigned myself to yet another act of degradation, all though rather pathetically, deep down I was getting excited at the prospect. "Davina prepare me," ordered Mistress. Joanna looked perplexed, and then a look of shock spread across her face when she saw what I was doing. I was strapping a 10 inch thick black rubber strap on, onto Mistress. "Well when I said blow job" I meant you would be giving" smirked Mistress. There was a mixed reaction from Joanna, she seemed at first going to say something then she looked expectantly at the cock and licked her lips. I too had mixed feelings. Although it would have been humiliating I really wanted to taste Joanna's juices from her cock, little did I know this was still going to happen. "Come and worship my cock!" ordered Mistress. Joanna obediently moved closer and took the head of the strap on into her mouth. "Wait...." mused Mistress. "Davina here gurl...," she pointed at Joanna, this really confused me. Then judging by the smirk on her face I knew exactly what she meant. "Joanna...allow Davina to crawl between your knees," ordered Mistress. Humiliation filled my soul as I positioned myself on my back between Joanna's knees. She had raised herself up so her balls were currently hanging a few inches from my face. I looked up to see two faces. Joanna's was eager with expectation, Mistresses was a mask of sadistic glee, and she knew exactly how humiliated I felt at the moment. "Relax Joanna," said Mistress. Joanna's cock and balls descended onto my face. "You may suck the balls now......both of you." I heard the laughter in her voice. I opened my mouth and sucked in Joanna's balls. They were quite big so I only managed one at a time. My efforts elicited a gargled groan as Joanna went to work on the strap on. After a few minutes Mistress ordered us to lick up the cock. I had to inch myself up but managed to lick to the very tip of her now rock hard cock. She gasped as I sucked the purple plumb of her cock head. "It would seem we have two very good cock suckers," admitted Mistress. I was reveling in my first taste of a man's cock, both from the humiliation and the pleasure. The taste was not unpleasant and the hot soft texture was strange but pleasurable. My ministrations soon had Joanna ready to cum. "You may cum Sissy.....but bear this in mind you are coming in another sissies mouth...not a woman.....another man!" Joanna gasped and her hot spunk filled my mouth, I swallowed several times wallowing in the new humiliating experience. My own untouched cock, throbbing painfully in its captivity. "God Davina you are pathetic.....you really love this," sneered Mistress. "I think it may be time for a new sissy in my household." The statement made me squirm with dread. I was humiliated but I loved being so and because Mistress could read my thoughts all was laid bare. "Don't worry Davina....no one can do the housework like you, and I don't want to have to break in another sissy......Although a pleasure sissy may be the answer." I did not know whether to be grateful or not. All I knew was relief flooded my mind to know I had a place with Mistress. Mistress had me take off the strap on and again she allowed Joanna to pleasure her three times. I could only look on jealously. Mistress would look in my direction occasionally and sneer. She even caught me looking at Joanna's still hard cock. When I made eye contact she rolled her eyes and mimicked a cock bulging out of the side of her cheek. I blushed bright red. When Mistress had had her fill she waltzed upstairs without a backwards glance. I was left to prepare Joanna for the night, and then scurry upstairs to see to Mistresses need. A sissies life is all work....and I love it! Day twenty-one, both Joanna and I were surprised by the changes that took place at the start of this week. I was ordered by Mistress to tie Joanna as she had been tied the first days of her training, bound hands behind her back, ankles tied together and left this way, naked. I was even ordered to release her cock, which instantly sprang to hardness making my mouth water. I was then to return to Mistress. Although Joanna said nothing which did surprise me, she seemed perplexed by the regression back to earlier bondage. To be honest if she had asked I did not know the answer to the question why. When I returned to Mistress I noticed things were going to be different for me as well today. Mistress was not in her usual dominant attire. Instead she was seated beside her bed. "I will not be seeing to Sissy at all today, you will," she commented. "I have business to attend to...but I will be reviewing the video feeds to see how you are getting on." "Yes Mistress." I curtsied low my mind in a whirl. "Your attire for the session is in your room...go and dress then return to me." I curtsied again and hurried to my room. What I found there took my breath away. There was my pink much loved thigh boots, but to match them was a pink leather pencil skirt, pink leather corset, leather arm length gloves and leather panties. I drooled at the prospect of wearing these clothes. Hurriedly I undressed. First on of course was a pair of pink stockings, they were plain but ended at the top with a couple of layers of frills. I put on the corset next noticing the dangling suspender straps, these I attached to the stockings. I tightened it as tight as I could but I knew Mistress would want it tighter. I pulled on the panties next, they were tight and restricting but the design allowed for my tiny caged cock to fit snuggly. I marveled how they hugged my bottom, and the initial cold feel grew warmer with my excitement. I pulled on the boots and reveled in the sensation of them squeezing the full length of my legs. I tightened them to a painful level knowing Mistress would expect no less. I pulled the skirt up over my waist having to wriggle to get it on due the tight nature of its design. When the skirt was on, it effectively hobbled me to six inch mincing step. I loved it! The final piece as my dominant attire was the leather gloves. I was so hot with excitement now that I had to use some talcum powder to get them on. I took a few seconds to straighten my makeup, which was really just a chance to admire the strict figure I presented before the mirror. A vision in severe pink leather, I contemplated a more severe makeup job but knew I did not have the time. It would be unforgiveable to keep Mistress waiting. I minced back to her, feeling the leather rub seductively against my skin, the scent overwhelmed my senses, and the stiffness made my deportment prim and proper. Mistress appraised me critically when I entered. "Good Davina although I want to see more severe makeup ..Now you may do what you want with sissy. I want her to believe you are her new Mistress, I want her to fall under your spell..." "Yes Mistress." "You will tell her that she will get no release because you are not authorized. "Yes Mistress." "I do however want you to break this rule." I looked at her puzzled, disobey her command! She laughed at my confusion. "You will find a way secretly to allow her release and when I find out about it....YOU..will be punished...." I thought I got the idea of where this was going. "She has raised you as her mentor and I will dash that idea...breaking the last of her spirit at the same time." "Yes Mistress....I understand." "Good now off you go." She shoed me away and I headed for the dungeon both excited and a little nervous about being the dominant. I had never in my life done this! Would I have the prese