The Feminisation of Sally
Chapter 1: The Beginning

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I heard my Mistresses heels clicking on the parquet floor of the hall as She approached the lounge where I was on my knees, busily cleaning the marks, on the carpet, from the previous night's party.

I quickly rose to my feet, teetering on my stiletto-heeled shoes, and re-arranged my uniform in readiness.

I was wearing my standard clothing for daytime, designed to humiliate and degrade me. It was an extremely short French maid's dress with a white apron and cap with white frills around the high neck and sleeve cuffs. Underneath, I was tightly corseted. My waist pulled in, giving me a very feminine shape. I wore two white net petticoats. This made the skirt of my dress stick out and flounce with every movement and also ensured that every movement exposed the frilly white lacy panties that I was wearing. The six suspenders on the corset held up my lace topped black stockings extremely tightly emphasising the sheerness of them over my legs. The high-heeled court shoes I was wearing complimented my long legs. My bra, which matched my panties, gave my developing breasts an uplift.

At first sight appeared to be an attractive young female servant. I looked like a woman, my mannerisms were those of a woman, but in fact I was a man, or rather, had been a man. The events of the last few weeks had emasculated me and I was now a feminized slave to my Mistress. My cock was tightly laced back between my legs and adorned with a ribbon, tied in a pretty little bow. My face was heavily made up with my bright red lipstick, matching my long feminine fingernails and also my toenails. On my head was the most beautiful and feminine shoulder length blonde wig.

I curtsied prettily as Mistress Sue entered the room, the low cut maid's dress displaying my newly swollen breasts.

She walked across to me a smile on her face as She circled me, her hand lifting the back of my dress and caressing my silken clad bottom. I winced as She touched the tender parts of my bottom arising from the previous night's punishment.

"Very good Sally, your behaviour is becoming better every day"

"Thank you Mistress." I responded.

"I have a surprise for you, a good friend of mine, Mistress Brenda, requires a servile sissy to take with her to a party. She has one slave but needs another one. And guess what, She has asked me if I can help and guess what?" She smirked, "I said I would be only to pleased to lend my new little maid to her for a couple of days and nights. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes Mistress." I replied, my mind thinking rapidly what might be going to happen to me.

"She is coming to interview you this afternoon and will stay for dinner. So you will have a lot to do. I also want you to look very presentable. Remember any mistakes and you will visit the punishment room again. I'm sure you won't want that again, so soon after last nights visit do you?"

"No Mistress." I stammered my mind going to last night's events in the basement dungeon. It was an experience I had no desire to repeat but knew that it would certainly be repeated many times. I thought again of the events of the last few weeks, which had broken me and led to my current feminized state. I was the property of a sadistic woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation whether on the arrogant male I had been when first imprisoned by her or the servile slave I now was. It made no difference. Last night's punishment session had been preceded by many others. At my Mistresses and her companion's whim, I for any offence, whether it is trivial, major or a product of Mistresses imagination, the dreaded dungeon was used to punish me. The thought of it terrified me more than any of the other dreadful things that had been inflicted on me.

I had been to Birmingham on business and after checking in to the Hyatt Hotel decided I would eat out and may be look the local talent over to find a companion for the night. I had no doubt that I would be able to find a woman who would quickly surrender to my charms and spend a night of seamy sex in my bed.

I saw the attractive woman seated on one of the stools when I entered the bar in central Birmingham. It was a cheerful place; men and women flirted with each other in the relaxed environment. Her short skirt accentuated her long legs, which were clad in smooth black hosiery. I tried to make my mind up whether they were stockings or tights.

She smiled at me as I stood at the bar to order my drink. "Can I get you one?" I asked.

"Why not, I'm getting quite lonely, a vodka and tonic." Her reply was almost an order.

We began chatting and, before long I felt a sense of challenge. Somehow this woman must become by partner for the night. She was most attractive and exuded sexuality. I could not believe it when she suggested that we go back to her house, for as she put it "a bit of fun and games."

Her car was parked near to the bar, a red two seated sporty job. She opened the passenger door for me and motioned for me to get in, almost I thought taking on a male role. She walked round to the driver's side and slid in to her seat in that graceful feminine manner, deftly allowing a glimpse of her stunning thighs.

She drove off confidently and within a few minutes we were in one of the better suburbs of the city, we eventually turned in to a gateway. She pushed a switch and almost magically the gates opened and we drove up a long drive to a large house. Behind me the gates closed almost with finality. I did not realise the change in my life that was about to happen.

We both got out of the car and walked to the front door, as we reached it, it was opened by a pretty girl, or so I thought, dressed in a very short French Maid's uniform. I gaped at this almost pornographic vision as she curtsied and said in a strange deep husky voice. "Good evening Madame Sir."

"A vodka and tonic for me and a special for my guest in the lounge." Ordered Sue as she led me through the hallway. "Be quick about it."

"Yes Mistress." The maid replied as she minced away with a most erotic wiggle of her of her backside.

Mistress I thought, curtsying. What sort of place is this?

Sue waved me to a settee and the sat beside me.

"So tell me about yourself." She said.

The maid entered the room, carrying a tray with two glasses on it. She stooped to place them on the coffee table, curtseyed and withdrew.

"Cheers." My hostess said raising her glass to clink it with mine. "Bottoms up." I replied before sipping my drink.

"In your case, you never said a truer word." She laughed.

I felt the room begin to sway. "What's happening." I mumbled before feeling myself collapsing in to unconsciousness.



Chapter 2: The Transformation Begins

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I recovered consciousness, totally confused, lacking any form of co-ordination and with a raging headache. My eyes gradually focused. I slowly gained control of my senses, to discover that I was on the floor of a shower cubicle, with my arms suspended above me and, my legs tied together at my ankles and knees and, I was stark naked. The cubicle was in a room that, could only be described as a medieval dungeon; opposite were two cells with metal gates, the walls were festooned with shackles and around the room were various benches and implements that looked like racks and other instruments of torture from the dark ages.

I shuddered inwardly; I was unable to move and frankly terrified at what had happened to me. In my confused state I could not remember who I was and how I had ended up in my present situation. I yelled hello loudly, but the sound echoed around the room unanswered.

For what seemed like an eternity I lay in my uncomfortable position, my arms stretched painfully above me whilst the cord tying my legs prevented any movement. I kept on looking at my surroundings, wondering what was going to happen to me.

At last I heard the clip of high-heeled shoes outside the room. The door opened and Sue entered followed by the maid.

Before she could say anything I yelled at her. "What are you playing at you stupid bitch? Let me go."

She walked over to me and stood over me. The mini skirt she was wearing accentuated her long black stocking clad legs. Her high heels making her seem very tall. The maid stood in the corner, head down hands clasped submissively in front of her apron. I did not see her hand move so quickly to slap my face, causing my head to snap back. I felt the blood rush to my cheek.

"Listen worm." She snarled. "You are now a nothing who will obey my every whim, you will never open your foul mouth in such a disrespectful way again. " Do you understand?" With that she slapped my other cheek.

"Answer me." She yelled.

"Yes okay. "I stammered.

She slapped my face again. "Mistress you will call me Mistress always you will call me Mistress." She shouted.

Fearfully I could do nothing but obey. "Yes Mistress." I said submissively.

She turned to the maid. "Tina put a gag on him that will teach him some manners."

The maid curtsied and walked across to me. She inserted a ball gag in my mouth, and then buckled the straps of it tightly behind my head. My mouth had been forced open wide. I was unable to make a sound and was in some discomfort.

"Right you know what to do, get on with it and be quick about it." Sue ordered the maid as she stalked from the room.

The maid walked to a handle close to the shower pipes and began turning it. I was gradually pulled my arms and dragged to my feet. It was obviously hard work for the maid as although I struggled to rise, my bound legs made this difficult and I was nearly a dead weight. The pain in my arms was agonising as I was hauled upright beneath the shower head.

She reached up switched the shower on and immediately warm water cascaded over me. The maid moved quickly to avoid being soaked. After a while, the shower was turned off. She began to apply a sweet scented liquid soap all over my body which quickly foamed as she caressed my naked skin. She knelt and released the bonds from my legs but I had no energy or will to resist as she parted my legs and massaged my private parts with the soap gently cleaning my back passage at the same time. Her fingers prying in to my body arousing me causing me to become erect.

Suddenly, the shower was turned on again, cascading over me washing away the soapy suds. The maid approached me again and began applying another cream all over my body and legs and then left me alone hanging in the shower with a white paste all over me.

After what seemed an age she returned and to my horror, produced a razor and commenced to shave me. I shuddered and my arousal disappeared as, she carefully removed the hair around my private parts. She worked away until I felt like a plucked chicken. Every scrap of my body hair had been removed. Once again the shower came to life and I watched as the hair and cream vanished down the drain. The water stopped and further perfumed soap was applied to me to be again rinsed off with the shower. A large soft bath towel was then used to dry me. Again the gentle massage with the towel caused me to become aroused, my cock hardening and growing with excitement.

Suddenly, Sue was standing there watching Tina dry me. A cruel smile on her face. "My what a big boy we have Tina." She said.

"I think we should help him get rid of that ugly thing. Don't you?"

Tina looked embarrassed and blushed girlishly.

"Yes Mistress." She simpered.

"Well get on with it. Remove the disgusting thing." Ordered Sue.

Horrified I watched Tina fall to her knee's before me and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and began licking gently. Immediately, my body responded, I thrust my hardened cock in to the maids mouth trying to bring about release. She sucked and teased, my body bucked in my bonds until I came, pumping my cream in to the maid.

"Swallow bitch swallow." Sue shouted.

I hung in my bonds as Tina swallowed my cum and licked by fast softening cock. I was horrified and felt totally drained.

"Now I think you can repay her you male pig." Sue dragged Tina to her feet and pushed her to stand in front of me. She loosened the winch from which I was suspended and I fell to my knees.

She pulled up Tina's skirt and frilly petticoats and pulled down her lacy panties to reveal a cock. Tina was a male.

I pulled my head back horrified as I realised what I was going to be made to do. Without further ceremony, Sue pulled my head forward and thrust Tina's Cock in to my mouth. I had no choice but to obey and suck. She pushed my head from behind and with her other hand pushed Tina's bottom. I was powerless to do anything but suck. I was naked and at the mercy of a female maniac. "Suck you pig." Sue snarled. I could do nothing but obey.

I noticed that Tina's cock did not harden or grow very much, but his or her body responded to my attention. She began to thrust after what seemed an eternity, she or he shuddered and I felt a warm salty substance shoot in to my mouth.. I spluttered and tried to spit it out.

"Swallow pig." Sue shouted. I obeyed. I was in no position to do otherwise. I felt like being sick but fortunately was able to contain myself. I was revolted with what I had been made to do. Sucking cocks was something totally alien to me I was not gay and this was something that only gays did.

"Enjoy that did you." Sue was talking to me. "By the time I've finished with you, you will be quite a talented cock sucker amongst other things." She laughed and walked toward the door telling Tina to put me to bed, as I would need to be rested before I commenced my training tomorrow.

"When you have finished come to my bedroom, I have need of your arse and mouth tonight." She ordered as she left the room.

Tina curtsied to her as she disappeared and then turned to me. She reached and released me from the winch and the removed the tight bonds from my ankles and legs. She helped me from my kneeling position. I staggered slightly as she led me; my hands still bound in front of me to one of the cells. I was pushed gently to sit on the bed.



Chapter 3: Resistance is Useless

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Tina curtsied to her as she disappeared and then turned to me. She reached and released me from the winch and the removed the tight bonds from my ankles and legs. She helped me from my kneeling position. I staggered slightly as she led me; my hands still bound to one of the cells. I was pushed gently to sit on the bed.

"Resistance is useless I'm afraid." She said softly. "You are in the hands of a woman who hates and despises men. She loves to humiliate and punish us without mercy." She turned round and pulled her short skirt up to display her panty clad buttocks. I could clearly see the bruising and red weal's that showed they had been beaten extensively.

Horrified, I gasped. "But why."

Tina shrugged. "She is a member of a world wide organization of like minded women. They enslave men and then sell them. There is a market for she-males apparently and I'm afraid, as you are going to find out, she is very good at transforming us."

Tina pushed me down so I was lying on the bed and fastened a collar around my neck. It was attached to a Chain that was padlocked to the metal headboard of the bed. She or he released my hands, but before I could react twisted them behind my back and bound them again with a piece of cord. She produced a pink nightie, which she slid up my body and, despite my struggles, tied the thin shoulder straps in large bows. She then bound my ankles and knees together leaving me immobile clad in a see through nightdress feeling totally helpless.

"Try to get some rest, I think she may use you later." Tina sat on the stool by the dressing table looking for the entire world like a woman and freshened her make-up.

"What do you mean use me." I demanded.

Tina stood up and minced towards the door. "Just accept your fate, you have no choice." She smiled wanly and was gone.

I lay helplessly on the bed taking in my surroundings. How could I escape? I was bound securely, the only clothing I had was a flimsy nightdress and I was apparently locked in a dungeon by a mad woman. I also was totally disorientated from the drug that had been administered to me and had no idea how long I had been a captive or whether it was day or night.

I must have fallen asleep, despite the discomfort of my bonds. Suddenly the door of the dungeon crashed open and I heard the sound of stiletto heels entering. In to my view appeared Mistress Sue pushing a disheveled Tina who had obviously been crying. Her make-up was smeared, and the skirt of her dress had ridden up over the petticoats, exposing her stocking tops and panty clad bottom. What an earth had happened to her.

"Get in there slut. "Mistress Sue pushed Tina in to my cell. "Strip." She ordered.

Tina obeyed, quickly removing her apron, dress, bra, panties and petticoats, looking fearfully at Mistress.

"That will do." Mistress instructed. Tina stood in her heels, stockings and corset.

Mistress looked at us with a sardonic smile on her face.

"I want you to amuse me girls. Were going to play a little game called who cums first." Tina get on the bed, and assume position sixty nine." She instructed. "The earlier Sally learns about life here the better."

She went on "That's your name slut you will respond to it." "Understand." She slapped my face hard, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Yes Mistress. " I replied fearfully.

Tina climbed on the bed and lay on top of me. She took my cock in her mouth, which instantly responded. Her cock was in my face. Mistress Sue forced it in to my mouth. She the put straps around each of our necks and under and over each of our bodies so we were unable to pull back our heads. Each of our cocks was imprisoned in the others mouth.

"Now pansies don't you dare start sucking yet." Mistress ordered. "Here are the rules. You will both pleasure each other like the cocksuckers you are. The first one to cum loses and will receive six strokes from my crop. The winner will simply not be allowed to cum and will have that feeling of pleasure to enjoy."

"Right commence."

Amazingly I started to suck. I felt Tina harden slightly but nothing like myself. I felt as if my cock was about to burst. We both began pushing our cocks in to each other's mouths. It was so humiliating. Mistress Sue was yelling encouragement and started to beat Tina's exposed bottom.

I knew that I was going to lose. I could feel myself cumming and I had made little progress in stimulating Tina. Suddenly it was over I felt my orgasm pump my cream into Tina's mouth, I felt her swallow.

"Don't stop keep going." Mistress ordered. I had no choice, after what seemed an eternity Tina came into my mouth, I swallowed the white sticky substance that she pumped, I had no choice.

"Good girls." Shouted Mistress. "Wasn't that fun."

"Sally lost and will receive her punishment tomorrow, and as you came Tina and obviously had too much enjoyment, you will have to be punished as well. As you obviously enjoyed each other so much you can stay tied up like that and spend the rest of the night together.

We remained tied together for what seemed to be a lifetime, uncomfortable, unable to move, but often sexually stimulated. I do not know whether I slept, I was conscious of Tina's smooth stocking clad legs next to my skin. How on earth was I going to escape?

We had both wriggled on to our sides, which at least took the pressure off my tightly bound arms. Throughout what remained of the night, I felt my cock stiffening as Tina's mouth went to work at regular intervals, making me climax over and over again. By contrast although she moaned and trembled with desire, pumping her cock in to my mouth I could not, despite my best efforts, make her cum again. It was strangely comforting though to have my body secured to hers, I began to long to put my arms round her and hug her, but such pleasure was denied by our bonds. Instead, we could only push against each other and enjoy the physical contact of our bare flesh.

There was little sleep that night for either of us, eventually we heard the door of our dungeon being unlocked and Mistress strode in to the room. She was wearing a white blouse, against which her firm unfettered breasts were clearly outlined, straining against the flimsy material of the garment. She also wore tight trousers tucked in to high-heeled leather boots. In her hand she carried a riding crop menacingly.

"Right girls, rise and shine." She shouted as she unbuckled the bonds holding us together. She dragged Tina to her feet and ordered her to release my legs from their restraints. We were both made to kneel before our Mistress, who fastened leather collars around our necks, linking us to each other by a short chain. Our faces were almost touching.

The chain had a lead attached. This was used to drag us to our feet and across the room to the shower, where we were stripped naked. The lead was tied to the overhead piping, and then pulled tight so that we were suspended on tiptoe by the neck. Thankfully my arms were released from their painful bondage, causing me agony as the circulation was restored. The shower was turned on and warm water cascaded over our naked bodies.

"Okay girls get washing each other." Mistress ordered and stood with her hands on her hips obviously amused as we began sponging the other's bodies, trying to relieve the pressure on our necks and balancing on our toes. The water was warm, the soap was scented and we soon became relaxed under these soothing influences. Our hairless bodies, enjoying the ministrations of the other's hands.

"Come on lets not be shy, don't forget the private bits." Mistress encouraged us. I felt myself become aroused as Tina rubbed the soft sponge over my cock, I felt it push up in to my arse. "That's right get everything clean." She ordered and I too began to sponge Tina's cock, noticing her obvious arousal.

Suddenly, the water changed from relaxing and pleasant warm to freezing cold, we both screamed as the icy shower cascaded washing away the perfumed suds, causing us to move quickly and painfully because of our collars. We were left shivering, our arms clutching our bodies, sobbing and shivering at the intense cold of the water

The icy spray stopped and we both clutched at our collars trying to alleviate the pressure. Mistress Sue reached and released the lead; we both fell to our knees, gasping for breath.

Despite my discomfort, I became aware how Tina's body with one major difference was that of a woman; she had breasts, her nipples hardening under the cold spray. Her waist was slim and her buttocks were well rounded. Her skin was soft and hairless. Only between her legs was there any remnant of her previous male identity. Even her hair hanging in a damp tangle had a feminine look to it. Amazingly, I felt myself becoming hard.

Suddenly my arse exploded in pain as Mistress Sue's crop descended on it, again and again, I fell to my knees, sobbing with pain.

"How dare you get hard without permission." Mistress shouted. "Now on your feet and get dry." With that she flung us both a towel and stalked from the room. Without speaking, still collared together, we began to towel each other dry, any embarrassment at our nakedness driven from us by the knowledge that things were going to get worse.

"What is going to happen." I gasped as Tina vigorously toweled me dry.

"She will turn you in to a female slut and sell you. She will train you and change your body with hormones and then dispense with you. I think that it is probable that now she has captured you that she will sell me at the next market."

"But who to." I replied, still totally confused.

"I told you." Tina replied, "There are women who will use a male terribly, especially if they look like me and, there are men who will use us as women. I have already spent time being trained in a brothel and now She has got you, I don't know what will happen to me."

Tina began sobbing, I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her, she looked so vulnerable. Before I could however, the door opened and mistress re-entered the room.

Tina immediately dropped to her knees, dragging me with her. Mistress towered above us.

"Get your sissy arse's in the air." She ordered.

We obeyed and each received a stroke from Mistress's crop across our buttocks, causing us both to cry out in agony. My arms were grabbed my Mistress and forced behind me. Attached as I was to Tina, I was unable to resist as handcuffs were attached to my wrists, securing them. The chain binding us to each other was released and the lead was attached to my collar. Tina was ordered to get dressed and went to her cell.

I was pulled to my feet and dragged to my cell where my hands and feet were secured to the corners of the bed.

Naked apprehensive and spread-eagled I lay there awaiting my fate.

Thwack, the riding crop exploded on my buttocks, followed by another stroke and another. In all, the crop fell ten times, leaving me begging for mercy, sobbing and pleading that I would do anything.

"Yes you are right you male pig, you will do anything I want and if you disobey you will be punished." Mistress Sue snarled the words out, her contempt obvious.

"You are mine totally you have no rights, no thought nothing I will do with you exactly as I please. Do you understand." She snarled at me.

I could feel the excitement in her voice, there was an almost animal savagery, challenging me to argue. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the crop raised again.

"Yes Mistress." I stammered. " I will do anything you want, I am your worthless slave."

Some how I knew that with those words, I was condemning myself to a dreadful fate, but what could I do, I was helpless. The alternative of further pain was too dreadful to contemplate.

"Tina get in here." Mistress shouted.

Tina appeared in the room and curtsied gracefully to her. She was dressed in an immaculate maid's uniform, as she had been the previous day. Her face was made up expertly, I could not believe that she was really a man.

"Get this slut dressed, if she is not perfect, when you bring her to me, you will be punished. You have one hour." With that she stalked from the room.



Chapter 4: Man in to Woman

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Tina undid my restraints and helped me sit up. She helped me stand and guided me to the dressing table. I groaned as I sat on my recently punished bottom. My wrists and ankles were secured to clamps on the arms and legs of the stool.

She began to work on my face. Quickly and competently, foundation was applied, followed by blusher, false eyelashes, mascara and eye make-up. Bright red nail varnish was deftly applied to my nails followed by lipstick of the same bright red. I was powerless to resist. I watched through the mirror as the image changed from a male face to an ultra feminine one. Dangling earrings were attached to my ears and finally a curly blonde wig was placed on my head

My wrists were released from the clamps, but resistance was useless as my ankles were still secured. Leather cuffs attached to an overhead winch were attached to my wrists. After then releasing my ankles, I was raised in to a standing position with my arms pulled above me, almost on tiptoe. I dangled there naked and vulnerable.

Tina moved quickly, a pretty corset, extensively trimmed with lace and ribbon was wrapped around my body. Pretty it may have been, but it was heavily boned and Tina cruelly tightened it by pulling the laces, with an amazing effect on my waist. It was pulled in by eight inches and looked very trim and feminine. She next slid a pair of black lace topped stockings up my shaven legs, attaching them to the six suspenders dangling from the corset. Her hands caressing my legs began to arouse me. Even in the predicament I was in, my cock began to get hard.

"We will have to get rid of that." She said. "Madame would be most displeased to see any sign of masculinity."

I screamed and wriggled as my hardened cock was forced back between my legs. A cord was tightly tied around my cock and balls then secured to the base of my corset. My cock hung down; limp from its experience.

Panties, matching the corset were slid up my legs. The softness of the fabric aroused my cock, causing me pain, confined as it was in its bondage. My feet were put in to high-heeled court shoes and my ankles were tied together. My arms were released, but by now I felt too weak to resist and with my bound ankles, it would have been useless.

Tina slipped a pretty bra around my chest, and then over my head pulled very full petticoats, sliding them down to my waist. Finally a maid's dress was placed on me. Extremely short, flaring out over the petticoats. A white frilly apron was tied around my waist and a maid's cap was placed on my head.

Standing behind me, I felt Tina place a leather collar around my neck. It obviously had a lead attached to it that she held while she undid the cord binding my ankles.

"Are you going to be good." She said. "You may as well, there is no escape and any attempt at resistance will lead to us both being punished." She went on. "You look beautiful, Mistress will be pleased."

I felt so helpless and weak, standing there transformed. I almost wanted to accept my fate without argument. However I still had some male pride left.

"This is ridiculous." I began, but was cut off as I was pulled to the floor by my lead. Tina straddled my chest in a most unladylike manner, her short skirt riding up. She quickly inserted a ball gag in my mouth, which she buckled behind my head. She got off me and helped me to my feet. I stood teetering in my high heels.

"I am sorry to do that to you, but you must realize that you are here to obey." She explained gently. "I've told you, any resistance is useless. Any way if Mistress had heard you arguing she would have punished me as well."

With that she led me to the door and up a long dark staircase to the main living quarters of the house. Awaiting us in the lounge were two women, Mistress and another lady who I now know to be Mistress Caron.

Tina curtsied. "May I present Sally Mistress." She said as she pulled me in to the center of the room.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor; I too curtsied as I had seen Tina do.

"You have done well Tina." Mistress Sue said, smiling sardonically. "What do you think Caron." She said to the other lady.

"Why have you had to gag her." Mistress Caron asked Tina.

"Because she started to complain Mistress." Tina replied

Mistress Caron beckoned to me I moved towards her, standing in front of her teetering on my high heels and trembling with apprehension.

"Let's see what we have got here." Her hand reached under my skirt pinching and caressing my bottom. I began to squirm, feeling my restrained cock becoming aroused.

"Keep still girl". Mistress Brenda shouted. "How dare you resist and complain as well."

With surprising strength, she forced me over her knee. I lay there struggling feeling my skirt and petticoats being pushed up to expose my panty clad bottom.

She began spanking me, her hand falling with ferocity on my bottom. In vain I struggled and kicked my legs, sobbing with pain and humiliation. I felt so weak constricted in my corset and with the after effects of what had already been done to me.

Suddenly it was over. I was pushed off her lap, landing on the floor, on my back, my skirt around my waist my frilly undies and stocking tops on display.

Mistress Brenda stood up and placed one of her booted feet on my chest, I tried not to look up her skirt, and her long legs seemed to go on forever. I felt so helpless and vulnerable. I was gagged, wearing female clothing, which was hiding nothing at the moment.

"Listen slut." Mistress Brenda commenced. "You will obey, you will learn that you are here to do nothing but obey. If I want to feel you, you will not resist you will let me. It is my right, you have no rights. Do you understand." She emphasized her power over me by digging the toe of her boot in o my waist. My gag stifled my groan.

"Take her gag out Brenda." Mistress Caron said. "Let's hear her screams, you know it turns me on."

"Undo it." She snapped at Tina, who quickly knelt beside me and unstrapped the gag, removing it from my mouth.

Mistress Brenda hauled me in to a kneeling position at her feet. She used her foot to force my head down so that it was touching the ground at her feet. My bottom was in the air. Tina pulled my dress and petticoats above my waist, exposing my stocking tops and bottom.

"Now slut what is you name? Come on say it, my name is." She paused.

Frightened beyond belief I repeated. "My name is Sally."

"My name is Sally what?" She shouted.

"My name is Sally mistress. " I gasped.

"That's better your learning." She laughed as she gripped my head between her feet

Meanwhile from my humiliating position, I heard Mistress Caron get up from her seat. The next thing I felt was the pain as she used the riding crop on my bottom. I heard myself scream but struggle as I did, I could not prevent the crop descending. I sobbed with pain, I begged for her to stop, I pleaded for mercy.

The punishment stopped, the two women mocked and laughed at my humiliation, as I rubbed my bottom, trying to ease the excruciating pain in my rear end.

The two women stood over me. I remained on my knees at their feet.

"That is just a fraction of what you will suffer if you do not give your total obedience to our will." Mistress Caron said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I replied. What else could I say?

"You will be trained to become a slave to womankind." She went on. "All disagreeable male habits will be removed from you and you will be turned in to a feminized sissy. What happens to you when your training is completed will depend on any aptitude you show. Most of my trainees end up as sex slaves, we have many foreign members of our group and also some clients who know how to use my trainees."

"Tina will be responsible for your basic training." Mistress Brenda said. "Any failure on your part will be her failure as well and you will both be punished. Do you understand."

"Yes Mistress." I stammered

"The more interesting parts of your training will be carried out by myself and Mistress Caron together with some of our friends."

"Right on your feet, off you go girls." Mistress Caron clapped her hands.

I struggled to my feet. Tina picked up my lead and I followed her from the room.

I realized that while I was unconscious, I must have been moved. The house I was now in was massive, standing in its own grounds, which were surrounded by a high wall. Tina told me that the wall was alarmed and escape was impossible.

The house contained numerous rooms in fact it was more like a mansion. Tina explained the lay out to me. It was lavishly furnished and obviously the property of very wealthy people. She also showed me a room that was used for medical purposes, very clinical. She said that there would be occasions when I would be worked on there to increase my feminisation.

She was quite casual about this, as if it was an every day thing. When I expressed my horror, she pointed to her breasts and said that before long I would be begging to have such feminine parts. Apparently within the group of women who now owned me, there were doctors and others quite capable of carrying out body modifications. Anyway as Tina said, I may as well learn to enjoy my new life, because there was no escape.

Looking out at the expansive grounds and walls surrounding the house I could only agree. A closer inspection of our living quarters had confirmed my initial thought that they were a dungeon. Numerous instruments of restraint were in evidence.

We sent the day cleaning the house. Tina showed me what to do and I soon became proficient at dusting, vacuuming. Tina warned me that I had to conduct myself in a very feminine manner. Being particularly careful to bend properly to avoid displaying my stocking tops and panties. I was also to curtsey instantly if I came in to the presence of the Mistresses or any guests they may have with them.

The tight corset and the high heeled shoes ensured that I had to move in a feminine way and despite some discomfort and clumsiness to start with I soon found myself walking in an exaggerated mincing manner. The two Mistresses watched me constantly, criticizing on one hand but also praising some times. I found myself frequently aroused although embarrassed and humiliated as their hands roamed at regular intervals, groping under Tina and my skirts.

Tina told me that this was something I had to get used to. She said that I should think how I had behaved towards women and realize that these women were treating us in exactly the same way. We were there to be used by them for their pleasure

I also soon learnt the penalty of making mistakes, I spilt some tea when serving the Mistresses, I think I was concentrating too much on bending correctly. We were both immediately taken over the Mistresses knees and spanked. Tina quickly dissolved in to tears and her punishment was quite short. Foolishly, despite my bottom being sore from the earlier punishment, I held out for a few minutes before breaking down and sobbing. At that point the punishment ceased.

There was also I learnt a camera constantly monitoring us. I found this out when going to the toilet. I remained standing to pee and was immediately punished. In future, I would always sit to carry out this function, the very act being humiliating for a male, to sit with my skirts raised and my panties around my ankles. Equally humiliating was the knowledge that what ever I was doing, whatever my state of undress, I was being observed. I had no privacy. Unfortunately, Tina received a thrashing for failing to make sure I had behaved in a proper feminine fashion.

After this punishment, the Mistresses ordered that we get in to bed together. She said that we were to be allowed a rest as we were going to have a very busy night. We of course obeyed, grateful for the unexpected kindness. Like two little girls, we slipped out of our dresses and petticoats and clad only in our remaining undies got in to bed. Whether the punishment we had received had made us in need of comfort I do not know. Whether our situation made us feel in need of comfort I do not know, but we almost immediately hugged and held each other tightly. Soon our hands began caressing. I felt myself becoming aroused, but could have no relief due to my constrained cock. Tina was in the same situation. Soon, we were kissing and caressing each other frenziedly, the ever present camera recording our every movement. What was going on? I was not gay what was happening to me? Conflicting emotions raced through my mind as my body responded to Tina's.

We must have dozed, because Mistress Caron pulling the bedclothes from us and using her crop on our exposed bottoms awakened us.

"Come on sluts." She shouted. "You have had your pleasure you have got work to do. I want you up stairs in thirty minutes." "Tina, if you are not both perfectly dressed you will pay." She stalked from our dungeon.

At Tina's instruction, we both stripped and quickly showered together. I again became aroused but no relief was allowed. Make up was quickly renewed, I was laced back in to my corset and assisted Tina with hers. In no time I was following Tina up the stairs, admiring her panty clad bottom and long legs. Did I look as good as her? Surely not I was a man. Why were they doing this to me? I had to escape.

We entered the presence of the two Mistresses and curtsied. Tina was very graceful I was totally clumsy.

"We must get Madame Sue in to train Sally." Mistress Caron said as if I was not there.

"Yes." Replied Mistress Brenda. "She lacks a lot of feminine attributes at the moment. A few hours with Sue would correct quite a lot."

"Anyway, it would be a bit of fun." Mistress Caron laughed. "I do so like watching Sue making men suffer."

I remained silent, what further humiliation was being planned for me.

We were ordered to the kitchen to make snacks. Tina explained that the Mistresses were expecting about four other ladies and we would be serving them the food and also drinks. She warned me that the guests would use me, but that I was to just accept it and play the part of a female plaything. If I reacted or displayed any objection, I would be severely punished.

Under Tina's direction, I buttered bread, helped make sandwiches and prepared other little tit bits. It seemed to be a very feminine role.

The guests arrived and were greeted at the door by Tina. They were all very attractive women and obviously very dominant. If there had been any doubt, one of them dragged a naked man behind her on a lead behind her, his hands bound behind his back. Despite his obvious discomfort, he was clearly aroused with a large erection on view.

Mindful of Tina's warning I tried to act in as feminine manner as possible as I served drinks and handed out the snacks. I hoped that I would avoid any further mistreatment.

All the women were very aggressive; my bottom was constantly pinched, groped and displayed as the ladies felt under my skirt, or pulled it up to show the marks on it resulting from the various beatings. I was again totally humiliated. Tina was treated exactly the same. I could not help but notice that she seemed like a real woman as she giggled and swayed to avoid the groping hands, giving little squeals of feigned pleasure.

Could she really be enjoying what was happening?

The naked man was made to stand in a corner of the room. I wondered what he was here for, obviously there was going to be some entertainment for the ladies later on.

As the evening wore on, the women became merrier and merrier. Our skirts were pulled higher and higher.

Mistress Caron beckoned me over and introduced me to one of the women, Madame Sue, fortunately I remembered to curtsey. She looked at me sardonically, her hand reaching under my skirt and caressing my bottom and restrained cock.

Mistress explained that she and Brenda wanted her to come and assist with my Feminisation program. It was quickly agreed that as she was staying that night, she would commence training me the very next day. They spoke as if I was a commodity.

"I'm sure she will be a very quick learner for her sake." They both laughed. "You will darling won't you." She said looking at me and giving my bottom a cruel pinch.

"Yes Madame." I stammered in reply trying not to cry out with the pain of the grope.

At this point, another of the ladies, a Mistress Dawn asked our Mistresses if there was going to some entertainment.

"Of course, darlings, the night is yet young. I know you want to use Tina's particular skills. Mistress Caron answered.

"Yes and we have bought our other little slave as well. I'm sure we can have an entertaining evening.

"And of course, there is our new acquisition." Mistress Brenda walked over to me. "Our new little virgin toy, all ready to be plucked. Another arrogant male who is going to learn servitude and how to serve the superior sex".

The other women all applauded, laughing at my humiliation as I stood before them, cowed and subdued, my head hanging with embarrassment



Chapter 5: Learning my Place

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After some good-natured argument between the ladies as to who should have, as they put it, Tina first, they decided to throw dice. We were made to stand in the center of the room, teetering on our high heels. We had been instructed to hold our dresses and petticoats up, displaying our stocking tops and panties, making us feel very vulnerable. My cock was very hard and pushed against my panties for all to see much to the amusement of the ladies.

The naked man, whose erection seemed to be getting bigger and bigger remained in the corner. A leather strap had been fastened around his cock and weights hung from it. This had seemed to arouse him more. At frequent intervals, one of the women would play with him, bringing him close to relief, but never allowing him to cum.

The dice were thrown and the winner decided. A Mistress Brenda claimed Tina, who first curtsied prettily and then knelt before her. To the applause of the watching ladies she began kissing Mistress Brenda's feet, moving gradually up her legs and under her skirt. Mistress Brenda parted her legs and Tina began sucking and licking her most intimate parts. In what seemed no time Mistress Brenda groaned loudly and very obviously reached an orgasm covering Tina's face with her juices.

In quick succession Tina repeated this service for the other ladies, bringing each one loudly to a climax. After being praised for her efforts, Tina was sent to refresh her make up, which had become badly smeared. The ladies turned their attentions to their naked prisoner.

I was ordered to push a chair to the middle of the room. He was pulled by the lead around his cock and roughly pushed over the back of the chair so that he was face down with his arse in the air. He did not resist as two of the women deftly tied his wrists and ankles to the chair legs. There was no doubt what was to happen.

Mistress Caron stood behind me. I felt her hands caress my breasts through the material of my dress, pinching my nipples. She held me tightly preventing me from moving. Tina re entered the room and was immediately claimed for oral service by another of the women, her head disappearing between her thighs.

Mistress Brenda stood behind the helpless man and the beating began. Even though he had been gagged, his screams were easily heard. Each of the women took turns, using a variety of implements. The women all became increasingly sexually aroused as the beating continued Mistress Sue fiercely thrust me to my knees and forced me to lick her wet private parts, grinding herself on to my face. Terrified and humiliated I serviced her until she climaxed. Another of the women pulled her trousers open and pushed herself on to the face of the weeping male, muffling his screams of agony.

The women egged each other on taking it in turns to torment the helpless man. In vain he begged for mercy, his arse was bright red, striped with the marks left by the various implements used on him. Despite this however, he was aroused. His cock stood out hard and big.

At last they stopped and he was allowed to stand. Mistress Dawn twisted my hands behind me and forced me to my knees in front of the man.

"Now you can have your reward." She taunted the helpless man.

She pushed my head forward, forcing me to take his throbbing cock in my mouth.

"Suck you bitch." She ordered

I of course could do nothing but obey. The man began to become more aroused thrusting his obscene organ in to my mouth. Just as I thought he was about to come, I was dragged away. Two of the women pulled me over the same chair that had been used for the beating holding me down with my bottom in the air.

"Now little miss virgin, this stupid slave has not been allowed to cum for a month." Mistress Dawn crowed. "Guess what we are going to let him do."

In vain I struggled. The experiences of the last day, together with the restriction of my corset had made me so weak and I was unable to stop them. The skirt of my dress was pulled above my waist and my panties were pulled down around my ankles. I felt some sort of jelly being rubbed in to my arse. In front of me, Tina was on her knees; two of the women had pulled her dress to her waist. Her bra had been forcibly removed; exposing her well formed breasts which they teasing mercilessly.

The attention being applied to my arse was arousing me. The probing fingers were not only merciless, but also sensual. I felt myself growing hard as far as the restraints on my cock would allow. Hands felt between my legs and forced them apart.

I knew that I was about to face the worst degradation possible. The man was pushed against me. I felt his rock hard cock probe and then enter me. I screamed with pain as he thrust in to me. The agony was intense. Each thrust took his cock deeper in to my body the women were all laughing at my predicament, catcalling remarks as I was taken.

Mistress Caron was sitting on Tina's face, playing with her naked breasts. One of the women was beating the man's bottom, making him thrust in to me more quickly. I sobbed with pain and mortification at what was happening to me. The pain was dreadful, I thought that I was being torn in two.

I could feel the mans breath on my neck as he slobbered over me, thrusting furiously in to my arse. I realized with horror that I was enjoying what he was doing to me. I felt his breathing change to a pant and suddenly with a loud shout he came, pumping his semen in to me.

He went limp over me. I felt his cum trickle down my exposed thigh. I pushed against the back of the chair trying desperately to gain my own release. The two women holding me pulled me upright and then forced me to the ground beside a very disheveled Tina. The male was also pushed roughly to the ground. We sat surrounded by the feet of our Mistresses, three helpless males.

"Tina, Sally, go and put your nighties on and then come back to say good night." Mistress Sue ordered.

We obediently went to our room followed by Mistress Brenda with the slave on a leash, his hands having been bound behind him.

Once in the dungeon, he was secured lying down on the floor, to a radiator, by the chain attached to his collar. His hands remained tightly tied behind him and he was obviously not going to be comfortable for what remained of the night.

Tina and I changed in to very short lacy nighties having removed all our other clothes apart from our tightly laced corsets, stockings and heels.

I felt so humiliated as we were ushered back upstairs by Mistress Brenda. There we were paraded in our near naked state before the six women. We were again both subjected to being groped and ridiculed. The women paid particular attention to my cock, which even though bound back between my legs was extremely aroused. Tina's cock did not seem to respond to the groping it was receiving, but I noticed how sensitive her breasts were and how large and hard her nipples became.

She looked just like a young woman in distress as portrayed in so many books. Was this what was going to happen to me. Then I thought of the events of the last twenty-four hours realizing that the process had already begun.

Tired of their sport, we were taken, after curtsying to each of the ladies, back to the dungeon. There we were ordered in to our beds and shackled by our ankles.

"We don't want you getting up to anything together." Mistress Brenda said as she left us in the darkened room.

In the darkness, I hugged myself as I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. I heard Tina in the next cell sobbing quietly.

What was going to happen to me? Was I to be feminized like Tina?

I thought again of my enjoyment, humiliating and painful though the experience had been, of being raped by the naked man. I could hear him now groaning in his bondage just outside my cell. Was this what I wanted. I thought of the caresses Tina and I had exchanged earlier in the day. I had enjoyed them. My mind in a whirl, I drifted off in a troubled sleep, my smooth body gently soothed by my silky nightdress.

I came to with a start the next morning; Mistress Sue had hit my exposed bottom with her crop. She marched out of my cell to repeat the process on Tina.

"Come on girls up you get, loads to do today." She shouted.

We quickly stripped off our nightdresses and were released from our corsets by Mistress Sue. She then collared us and secured us in the shower, as we had been the previous day. As the warm water cascaded on to us we were ordered to attend to each other.

"Make it sexy girls." Mistress Sue instructed us. "Remember you audience."

I looked across and saw the slave watching us. Although he looked a dreadful site, I could see that he was already aroused. The site of two naked effeminate men washing and caressing each other had ensured that he now had a very hard cock. I too quickly became hard as Tina's hands caressed every inch of my body. Responding I too gently caressed her, trying to give her some pleasure. The perfumed soap smelt wonderful and we were soon rubbing each other, trying to slate our aroused state.

"Don't you dare cum." Mistress Sue ordered

The water washed away some of the previous nights ravages. Tina made sure that my tender bottom was well cleansed, inserting her fingers and gently massaging the sore areas where my virginity had been lost. Before long we were fresh faced drying each other with the large fluffy towels and looking more human.

Madam Caron meanwhile had dragged the man to the shower and secured him in the same way we had been secured.

"Clean slave up, he smells disgusting." Madame Caron ordered. "If he cums I will flog you both." She went on.

Despite having just dried ourselves, we had to wash him.

As Mistress had anticipated, the touch of our hands, the perfumed soap, warm water and our naked bodies soon had him totally aroused. Mindful of the threatened punishment if he came, we took great care to ensure that he did not.

Mistress Sue was highly amused as he begged us for release and we refrained from helping him.

"Proper little madams aren't you? I'm surprised a couple of sluts like you aren't sucking and swallowing something that big." She took great delight in verbally humiliating us.

"For a virgin Sally, I thought you did very well last night. Did you enjoy being screwed by a man?"

I saw Tina's warning look.

I realized what was required. "Thank you Madam yes I did Madam."

I could not believe what I was saying. I was a hero-sexual male, admitting that I had enjoyed being screwed by a man. What was happening to me?

At last, we dried the slave, he was gagged and Mistress Sue led him away.

"Hurry up and get dressed." She ordered on her way out. "There is a lot to do today and Sally has a lot to learn."

Tina and I began drying ourselves again. I found that I had lost all my self-consciousness, even when I felt myself becoming hard again with Tina's fondling as she dried me.

"I think we had better do something about that." Tina said.

She quickly fastened cord around my balls and quickly pulled the offending object back between my legs. Despite the initial discomfort, I did not resist. Perhaps I realized that we were in a locked dungeon and there was no escape anyway.

Tina laced me in to another corset very tightly, my waist constricted. In fact my whole body seemed to take on a feminine shape.

Tina did not put on a corset. Apparently she had now reached a high standard of femininity and at times was excused the torture of the garment. Indeed, the smallness of her waist really made a corset unnecessary. Instead she had put on a suspender belt and before long we were both clad in he frilliest of female undies. We both wore bras, although Tina's did not have to have the padding mine did. It did not need it. We both had on silky panties, half-slips and finally long black stockings with lace tops.

As we dressed, Tina explained my situation. I was still totally bewildered by what had happened to me. Was it really only yesterday evening that I had been drugged and kidnapped?

She told me that she had been similarly duped, but had no idea how long ago. Over the period of her captivity she had been feminized by drugs and also punished and tortured in to accepting her fate.

She told me that she had been surprised by my treatment the previous night, as generally it was some months before 'girls' were used by men.

"I think they want to break you quickly." Tina said. "Was it very bad?"

"It was awful, I'm not gay, it was my worst nightmare." I replied.

"I remember my first time." Tina said. "It was ghastly,

"It was at a party." She went on. "There must have been about fifty Mistresses there. It was a large country house and the game was hunt the sissy."

"I was sent out in to the grounds and had to avoid capture for thirty minutes."

"The hunters were male slaves." She said she would tell me about those later. "Anyway they caught me after about ten minutes. There was no way I could run in a tight skirt and heels. I was pinned to the ground and the tied by my hands and legs to a pole.

"The Mistresses were all stood outside as I was carried back suspended from the pole. Everything was on show, my skirt above my waist.

"I was spread-eagled on the ground, my arms and legs staked out. Then the three men used me on after the other. My dress was ripped off me and I was taken. I screamed and begged, but the women just stood round shouting and jeering. There was no pause it was terrible."

"When they had finished, I could hardly stand and the pain was intense. I do know how you feel and I wish I could tell you that things are going to get better but they are not. You are in the hands of female sadists whose only use for men is to humiliate, degrade and enslave them."

I could not help wonder what was going to happen to me. We quickly put on very short skirts and blouses, before mincing upstairs on our high heels.

There was nobody about, but Tina quickly directed that we should start clearing away the mess and debris from the previous night party.

She emphasized to me that I must behave in a feminine manner at all times and pointed out that there were camera's placed strategically around so that we might be observed at any time. Apparently any unfeminine actions would lead to us both being punished, as had already happened when I had stood to have a pee.

We started to clear up, washing the dirty glasses and crockery. It was all of the highest quality and I was again warned that there would be punishment if anything were broken. We worked steadily through the morning. I was careful to move in a ladylike manner. In some ways I was aided by the clothing I wore. The tightly laced corset, tight skirt, and high heels restricted my movement although; I had to be careful when bending. The skirt was so short that it was easy to display stocking tops and even panties almost unknowing.

Every so often a Mistress, a little the worse from the previous night's activities, would appear and demand breakfast, which we would prepare and serve to them. By and large we were unmolested, apart from the odd grope or stroke to our bottoms.

Tina was ordered to attend to several of the ladies in her capacity as maid to help them bathe and dress. I in the meantime carried on with the housework and by the early afternoon, things were back to normal.

I was amazed at the size of the house, it was far bigger than I had first thought. Tina had told me what a wealthy woman Madam Caron was but even so the house was magnificent with tremendous security.

I was beginning to get my senses together. Whatever drug had been administered to me had done its job well. Had I been my normal self, I would never have submitted to what had been done to me. I looked in a mirror and felt ridiculous. The reflection I saw was of a woman. I felt stupid dressed as I was. Even so I knew that any attempt to resist at this stage would have dire consequences. I had tested the means of escape whist doing the housework.

The doors and windows were all bolted and alarmed. The boundaries of the estate were not in sight and anyway Tina had told me an electrified fence surrounded them.

Finally how could I escape dressed as I was? People outside would never believe my story.

I was busy in the kitchen, having been ordered to prepare tea for the six ladies who were in the lounge, reclining as they gossiped. It was apparent that they were all highly successful in their respective fields. Tina had told me that Mistress Sue and Mistress Caron were both successful lawyers, whilst Mistress Brenda was a noted medical person.

Tina entered the kitchen; I was surprised to see that she was now wearing a very provocative nurse's uniform.

"You have to come with me to the medical room." She said. "Mistress Brenda wishes to give you your medical examination."

"Medical examination?" I gasped incredulously. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see." Tina replied.

She fixed a lead to my collar and pulled me behind her. Teetering on my high heels I followed her through the house to the medical room.

She ordered me to strip down to my corset, stockings and shoes and left me feeling very vulnerable to wait for Mistress Brenda.

What was going to happen to me now?



Chapter 6: The Process Continues

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I waited in the cheerless medical room, in my near nude state for what seemed to be an age. I was told to sit on a metal chair, alongside a medical couch.

Tina bustled back in to the room, her body moving provocatively in her nurse's uniform. Even though I knew that she was really a male, I felt my cock respond to her feminized state.

I obeyed her instruction to get on to the couch. I did not resist as my hands were bound together beneath it and my legs were inserted in to stirrups and pulled up leaving my backside exposed at the end of the couch.

In vain I pleaded with Tina, my cock was fully erect with excitement as she moved around the couch, leaning over me to secure me, her body caressing mine.

Needless to say, I was left alone frustrated with no hope of release.

After what seemed to be an eternity Mistress Brenda entered the room accompanied by Tina.

"Right lets see if this slut is a candidate for us." She said, fondling my chest. She pinched my nipples between her fingers causing me to yell with pain and buck my body.

"Strap him down Tina." Mistress Brenda ordered. "If he won't keep still then we will restrain him."

Tina put a leather strap around my middle and under the couch, buckling the ends together. I was now completely immobile and helpless..

"See how big you can make that cock." Tina was ordered.

Her face appeared between my legs and her pretty mouth went around my cock which immediately sprang to attention. Mistress meanwhile was taking every conceivable measurement of my body and recording them.

She listened with a stethoscope to my chest. She tested my reflexes. All the time Tina's tongue worked relentlessly on my cock. Restrained as I was, I was unable buck or push against her to obtain release, I could only moan with frustration and desire.

"Don't let him cum." Mistress commanded.

Tina withdrew her mouth leaving my erect cock standing hard. Mistress gripped it and used her tape to measure it.

She snapped on a rubber glove and humiliatingly invaded my arse. I screamed as her fingers probed in to me. Suddenly I came, my cum spurting out thick and creamy. I felt myself relax as Mistress painfully extracted her fingers from my abused arse.

"Well, we can see what turns you on young lady." Mistress Brenda laughed. "I think you are a very good candidate. Just like you were Tina."

She looked at Tina who immediately lisped. "Yes Mistress." As she bobbed a curtsey.

"Not too much damage from your activities last night." Mistress said. "I will put some of my special cream in your arse, it will soothe it." She went on. "After all you obviously enjoyed being fucked you will obviously want more cock soon."

I lay helpless sobbing with humiliation as cream was applied to my exposed arse, Mistresses fingers gently probing. It was at least soothing and relieved the soreness that had resulted from the abuse I had suffered last night. Amazingly, I found myself enjoying her attentions and, needless to say, I became erect again very quickly.

Mistress Brenda turned to Tina and ordered her to prepare the necessary. I saw Tina prepare several enormous syringes. I watched wide eyed as Mistress Brenda took one and proceeded to inject me in my hardened balls. The pain was intense, I screamed and begged as the plunger was pressed releasing the contents of the syringe in to my balls.

In quick succession further syringes were handed to Mistress who ignoring my protests and screams injected their contents in to each of my buttocks and also in to my chest area below each nipple. Unable to move, I could only wonder what effects the drugs would have on me. Looking at Tina, I could only pray I was not going to be turned in to such a feminized male.

While I was strapped down, my ears were pierced and my eyebrows were shaved and plucked. Mistress made copious notes of what had been done to me. I was finally released from my bonds and allowed to stand. I was weighed and my height measured.

I was then ordered to sit in a chair at the side of Mistresses desk. Tina hovered behind me. I felt totally helpless and so vulnerable as I sat there in my near naked state. Legs together, my nylon clad thighs caressing each other, my cock remaining semi erect.

Mistress Brenda, lolled in the chair and explained what had been done to me. She spoke to me in a not unkindly fashion, in fact just like a doctor talking to a patient.

"You are an ideal subject for feminisation." She said. "You have been given the first stage. The injections, along with some daily hormone pills will soon stop hair growing in the wrong places and before long you will have real breasts for us to play with."

She went on to say that the drugs I had been and were to be given would eventually give me a very feminine body. If necessary, certain adjustments might involve surgery, but I was not to worry my pretty little head about that.

"As for your pathetic prick." She sneered. "You will never inflict that on a woman again, in fact, if I had my way, I would chop it off. However, my associates like you sissy males to keep them to remind you of your place. You will however find it more and more difficult to cum, you've seen that with Tina though.." She laughed. "Oh I nearly forgot." She paused smiling. "The effect on your hormones will be a pleasure to watch. I love to see arrogant males reduced to sniveling pansies." The venom in her voice horrified me. I realized how much she obviously hated males and how totally in her power I was.

She ordered us to dismiss.

Taking my lead from Tina, we curtsied and hurried back to our room. Tina pulled me by the lead attached to my neck. We ran the gauntlet of the three other Mistresses in the lounge. They stopped us and laughingly, physically and verbally abused us. Their hands roved over both our bodies, before allowing us to carry on back to our dungeon room.

When we got there, I dissolved in to tears, whether due to the drugs or just the position I found myself in I know not.

I sat on my bed sobbing. Tina sat alongside me, smoothing her skirt in a very feminine manner. Oh God, was I to become a girl like her.

She took me in her arms, pulling me down to lie alongside her. Her hands caressed me soothing me as I sobbed. I felt my cock becoming hard again, I stopped thinking about how I could escape the fate that awaited me. I began returning her caresses.

We kissed savagely, our tongues exploring each others mouths. I fondled her breasts, her nipples hardened beneath her lacy bra. Without prompting, we slipped in to a sixty-nine position. She raised her skirt and removed her skimpy panties. We began to suck each other's cocks. Her white thighs above her dark lace stocking tops gently stroked my face Our hands caressed each others arses as we thrust at each other becoming more frenzied as we tried to satisfy each other. Once again that afternoon I felt myself cumming, this time in to Tina's lovely mouth. Even then she did not stop, thrusting her little cock deep in to my mouth, until with a deep sigh, she to came. I felt her cum spurt in to my mouth. I swallowed as she had done without thinking what was happening to me.

As we relaxed, holding each other gently, I heard the click of the loudspeaker set in the ceiling. Mistress Sues voice came through.

"Very good girls, very entertaining." I looked up and saw that the CCTV camera had been recording our antics. I could imagine the amusement the Mistresses had had watching our love making. My cheeks blushed with shame as we quickly sat up, knowing we were being watched.

Mistress Sue ordered Tina through the loudspeaker to tie me to the St. Andrews Cross which was one of the implements attached to the walls of the dungeon. She pushed me to it, my hands were secured above my head to its upper beams, my legs were spread-eagled to the lower beams. I was still wearing only my corset, stockings and heels.

"Just obey them." Tina whispered. "It's the only way."

The door crashed open and the four Mistresses strode in. Mistress Dawn immediately ordered Tina to worship her feet. Without hesitation, Tina dropped to her knees and began kissing and licking her stiletto shoes. She looked so sexy with her bottom upraised, her skirt riding up to shoe her panties and stocking tops.

Mistress Sue walked over to me and began caressing my naked bottom.

"Well, what have we here. A little slut ready for the taking." She brushed my naked bottom with the riding crop she was holding. I tensed not knowing what to expect next.

I sensed the other two women move closer to me.

"Come on girlie, what are you?" Mistress Sue hissed the words. "Answer me!" The crop descended on to my back-side. I screamed in agony.

"What are you? Come on it's confession time." Again the crop descended. Again I screamed in agony almost girlishly.

"I'm a slut Mistress." I gasped, hoping it was the right answer.

"Nearly right Sissy." Mistress Sue laughed. "But what sort of slut?" The crop descended again agonizingly. I sobbed and pleaded for mercy.

"A sissy slut Mistress." Praying I had guessed right

"At last." Mistress said. The three watching women applauded.

I hung in my bonds, my bottom on fire. I felt so enfeebled. I had no thought of escape, only wishing to please my captors to stop them hurting me any more.

I was released from my bonds and collapsed at Mistress Sue's feet, groveling begging her to have mercy, promising that I would do anything.

Tina had remained at Mistress Dawn's feet all through my ordeal, worshipping her showing complete submissiveness.

We were ordered to our feet, and we were both ordered to put on our maid's uniforms and report upstairs. We were also instructed to repair our make up. Mine in particular was badly in need of it.

With help from Tina we were soon ready Tina made sure that my cock was again pulled back between my legs and adequately restrained. I followed her up the stairs, her stocking tops and panties, clearly visible beneath the short skirt, which was flared over crisp white petticoats. What an attractive sight it was, so feminine, so vulnerable. I felt my cock stiffen in its restraint.

As my cock hardened with desire, I thought. "No! What am I thinking? She is a Man, I am not gay."

Then I remembered the afternoon and the passion of our love making. I felt the softness of my shaven thighs and nylon clad legs brushing each other. I found myself hoping that I looked as good as Tina.

"God!" I thought. "I must escape, my mind was being manipulated."

Once upstairs, we were ordered to the kitchen to prepare a light supper. There were four women present from the six who had attended the party last night. Tina had told me that many of the Society were lesbians. Mistress Sue lived with Mistress Caron, Mistress Brenda, the doctor, lived with Mistress Dawn. She had told me that one of the things that I would be taught was how to give pleasure to lesbian ladies.

Through the window, I could see that it was now dark. I had no idea what time it was. My mind was so fuddled I could not think what day it was or how long I had been held captive. It almost seemed like a lifetime when I considered what had befallen me.

Together we prepared sandwiches together with other little tit bits. We were just like a couple of housewives in the kitchen, quietly gossiping.

The ladies were seated in the large lounge where, I had been so abused and degraded last night. They were relaxing on the luxurious sofas and chairs. At first site, no one would have thought that these wonderfully attractive women were capable of the cruelty the had administered the previous evening.

I copied Tina, curtsying as I served the food and glasses of wine. I pretended not to notice the hands that slid up my skirt to grope me, pinch my bottom and generally abuse me. To my relief, no punishment was inflicted. I had learnt some lessons and acted like Tina in an exaggerated feminine way, hoping to avoid any further torment.

The women were quite complimentary about our efforts and the evening quickly flew by.

As we were serving coffee, the door bell rang. I was dispatched to open it. I did so nervously, worried about exposing my feminised state to the world. On the door step stood an attractive girl, quite tall, dressed in the a uniform with an extremely short skirt which was so tight that walking in it was obviously very difficult. Fortunately, presumably to enable her to drive, her shoes had only 2" heels. The blouse she wore was also extremely tight and through it I could clearly see the lacy bra, supporting her well-developed breasts.

She announced that she was here to collect Mistress Brenda and Mistress Dawn. I immediately realized that she was another feminized male. She entered the hallway as Tina came through from the kitchen, carrying another pot of coffee

"Hi Jenny." Tina said giving me the pot. The two she-males embraced. Tina introduced me. Jenny worked for Mistresses Brenda and Dawn and had only been spared last night's ordeal she said, because she had been working. She emphasized the word working and I had no idea what she meant.

Again I felt my cock stirring at the site of the attractive girl. The three of us quickly entered the lounge where Jenny curtsied to each of the four women. What on earth had been done to these men to make them so servile and obedient.

"Well done Jenny." Mistress Dawn said. "Very punctual."

"Come here, I want to inspect you." Jenny went over and stood in front of her.

Mistress Dawn turned her round and raised her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. I saw Jenny wince as her bottom was explored. I noticed how small her cock was, very similar to Tina's. Also there were fresh red marks, showing that a cane or some other implement had been used on her recently.

"How many men did you have last night?" Mistress Dawn asked.

Blushing, Jenny told her that she had been used by three men, who had been pleased with her. Mistress Dawn. Told my Mistresses that Jenny had been hired out to a group of gay men for the evening. They were black Americans visiting the country and had wanted to use a white sissy. As Tina had gone through a spell of being 'difficult', she had been rented out to them for two days.

Jenny was made to tell the women what had happened to her during the two days in great detail. In many respects, it had been a similar experience to the party that had taken place here the previous night. Jenny had been made to perform as a female prostitute. For two days and nights, she had been used sexually by the group of men. When she had finished her tale, with tears in her eyes, she begged not to be used like that again, she promised that she would always be good and obey her Mistresses.

"Splendid." Mistress Sue said. "That's one way of bringing reluctant girls to heel and also, I do think we don't use our girls enough to make money. I know Lynn has the brothel, but hiring out to private parties sounds really lucrative. If it has the effect it has had on Jenny then all to the good."

I listened appalled. Jenny stood there, totally subservient to the women. Her panties still around her knees, her skirt above her waist, her pathetic little cock on view, her white feminine thighs showing above her lace topped stockings. Like Tina, she was accepting the inevitability of her fate. She was not restrained in any form of bondage, but was totally unresisting. I knew that somehow I must escape the clutches of these women, but how?

Mistress Dawn and Mistress Brenda made preparations to leave. Jenny rearranged her clothing as the women hugged and kissed each other. Tina and I curtsied and watched as Jenny assisted them in to the back of the car and then quickly got in to the car herself. She looked just like a woman as she swung her legs in, giving only a flash of thigh. As the car drove off in to the night we returned to our Mistresses.

"We will have an early night I think girls." Mistress Caron said. "We want to start Sally's training tomorrow."

We returned to dungeon room, where Tina helped me undress. Everything was removed, except my restraint. I was given a short sexy baby doll nightdress, complete with very brief panties to put on. It hid nothing. My hairless body was clearly displayed through it. Tina had also changed in to a similar nightdress. Putting our high heels back on to our bare feet, we minced to the Mistresses bedroom on the first floor.

We helped them both to undress in the luxurious room. I had never been so close to naked women without being able to exercise what I considered to be 'male rights'. As it was, I could feel my cock stirring at the sight of the two beautiful female forms before me. After we had bathed them we were dismissed. We were told to get to bed and "Not to get up to anything as we needed to be fresh for the morning." As we left the room, I saw the women embrace and fall on to the bed.

We curtsied and returned to our room, where Tina chained one of my ankles to the bed, ensuring that there would be no escape that night. She hugged me and vanished to her own cell.

I lay in my bed, aroused, desperate for release. My cock throbbing in its restraint. Thoughts flashed through my head, would it be better to just obey as Tina and Jenny did and submit to femininity. Then I thought of the humiliation and punishment that faced me. I must somehow escape. I realized that the drugs I had been given earlier would probably weaken me. Therefor, if I were to escape, it would have to be soon. Already I had felt a tingling sensation around my nipples that had been quite sensual. Was I already turning in to a she-male? Could the drugs be acting that quickly?



Chapter 7: The Process Continues

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After a restless night, morning came all too soon. Tina woke me very early and released my ankle from its chain. I found myself with my customary morning hard on, made worse by the silky nightie caressing my body.

Tina laughed at my cock sticking out, making a mockery of the feminine panties I was wearing. She suggested that a cold shower might be in order. I was at least allowed to shower on my own this time. It was not long before I was under the gushing water forgetting for a moment the ever-present camera recording my antics. I again felt a sensual tingling around my nipples as I soaped my hairless body.

After I had dried, I stood naked and submissive as Tina closely inspected by body for any hair growth. Fortunately, she found none; I was soon sitting at the dressing table, applying my make up under her supervision. After my face was finished, I gazed in the mirror at the face looking back at me. The make up perfectly matched the blonde wig. I could not believe the vision looking back at me was really I. Tina laced me in to my corset and helped me don some more sexy undies and finally the maid's uniform. She quickly got ready herself and before long we were once again mincing up the stairs to start the day.

Our first task was to prepare breakfast for our Mistresses. We served it to them in their room. The two women lay entwined in each other's arms when we entered. We curtsied and arranged the trays to make it comfortable for them to eat the continental type breakfast we were serving. I opened the curtains and looked out at the grounds of the house. -Somewhere out there-. I thought. -There was freedom.- The question was. How was I to achieve it?

As instructed we laid out various clothes from the wardrobes and draws and the to run the large bath in the adjacent en-suite bathroom. We obeyed, just like lady's maids from a bygone age. I looked at the women's bodies clearly displayed as they got up from the bed. A few days ago, I would have been using my cock if I had been in a hotel room with an attractive woman. Now totally humiliated, dressed as a maid, my aroused cock restrained between my legs I served my Mistresses I knew that the slightest indication of sexual thoughts would bring about a terrible punishment.

Mistress Caron dismissed us and told us we could have breakfast and then were to start our household chores for the day. We ate quickly our approved diet of cereal. Tina also gave me three pills to take.

"What are these." I looked at them suspicialy remembering the drug that had knocked me out on the night of my abduction.

"Just take them." Tina snapped. "You must stop questioning everything. Nothing can be changed what is going to happen to you is inevitable. All that will happen if you don't obey is that we will both get in to trouble."

I swallowed the pills reluctantly and then followed Tina back upstairs to continue with our work. Throughout the morning we slaved away. The house was so big and Tina explained that one of our duties was to keep it spotlessly clean and tidy. Any faults would lead to us being punished severely. So we dusted, vacuumed and polished. There was also a mass of washing and ironing to do. The morning passed quickly, broken with interruptions to serve refreshments to our Mistresses who were relaxing in the lounge.

Tina and I served them a light lunch and ate our own very quickly, before resuming our duties.

Mistress Sue summoned me later in the afternoon to her office. She was behind a large desk, sitting in a revolving chair as I entered.

"Sit." She ordered pointing to a chair positioned in front of the desk.

I obeyed, remembering to smooth my skirt as I sat down. I kept my legs demurely together, conscious of this dominant woman's eyes looking at my thighs.

"I think you have gathered what is going to happen to you." She spoke softly "You are now the property of Mistress Caron and myself. We are going change you from being an arrogant male chauvinistic pig in to a submissive feminized male. When we have finished with you, nobody will know that you are not what you appear to be. You will appear to be a blonde bimbo, without any brains, good for only one thing."

I sat in the chair. My hands clasped together on my lap with my head bowed. I found myself feeling so submissive, why was I not arguing, screaming and shouting or attempting to escape.

She continued moving from behind her desk to stand behind me. "We think that it is most fitting if we turn you in to something that your unpleasant male mind used to enjoy. You will learn what it is like to be constantly abused and humiliated at the hands of the opposite sex. But for you there will be no escape. Do you understand?"

Her hand had reached over my shoulder and was caressing my right nipple. I wriggled girlishly and cried out. "Yes I understand Mistress." "I will do anything to please you." What had made me say that, where was my resistance?

She pinched my nipple hard and returned to her seat.

"In the mornings you will assist Tina with housework, in the afternoons for the next few weeks, you will have classes in femininity. Your training will teach you how to walk and talk like a woman. How to be a secretary, how to dance and more importantly how to perform as a lover, after all, how else is a woman to be judged." She laughed as she ordered me to stand.

"Now I was not impressed with your pathetic attempts at curtsies or at the way you walk. We will start your training with learning some female deportment. After all, curtsying is the most feminine way of showing your obedience and if you are to become a she male you will have to walk properly. We want you to have a cute little wiggle to your arse"

For a seemingly never-ending time during that afternoon, I walked, or rather minced, across the room in front of her, curtseying at her command. If it was not perfect, I was made to bend over the desk, my skirt and petticoat lifted over my waist, my panties around my ankles while Mistress caned my bare buttocks. The pain apart, it was so humiliating. Why was I not resisting, surely I should have been capable of overpowering a mere woman and escaping from the prison.

All the afternoon, she verbally taunted me, adding to my humiliation, referring to me as sissy or faggot, laughing at my efforts to walk and act in a feminine manner. By late afternoon, when she finally dismissed me I was sobbing with the pain inflicted on my bottom and the sheer helplessness of my situation. I felt so tired as I was sent back to the kitchen to assist Tina in preparing the evening meal.

The evening passed uneventfully. That is if you can call two feminized males behaving in such a servile manner before two women. As they ate their meal, Tina and I were ordered beneath the table to orally worship their feet. As I kissed and licked Mistress Caron's stiletto heeled shoes, I thought about how I would escape from the clutches of these evil women.

We carried out the normal bedroom routine before retiring to our dungeon. This evening, Tina did not shackle me with the chain. She said I looked so exhausted that would not be going anywhere other than bed that night. As I drifted off to sleep, my body caressed by my satin nightdress, I wondered if this was the first chink in the armor that could lead to my escape.

The next day began similarly to the others. Tina applied cream to my body and face to remove any stray hair. Whatever drugs I had been given had reduced beard growth considerably and before long my face was made up and my smooth body was again dressed in my maid's uniform.

The morning was spent carrying out household duties at the beck and call of our Mistresses. After lunch had bee served, Mistress Brenda arrived and I was ordered to the medical room. I was again strapped on to the couch my legs strapped in to stirrups to receive another examination.

Mistress Brenda spent some time examining my chest area. Once again measurements were taken and also she felt the area very firmly with her hands. To my horror, my nipples responded to her touch and became very sensitive and hardened noticeably. I also felt myself becoming extremely horny; my cock had also hardened with desire. I felt a tremendous need to be hugged, kissed and, to be taken sexually.

No relief was allowed. Mistress Brenda gave me further painful injections in my chest, balls and buttocks. She unstrapped me and left the room, ordering me to tidy the room, as she went. I curtsied submissively to her as she disappeared through the door leaving me alone.

I set about my task quickly, feeling the need to be in Tina's arms again for comfort. I noticed a cupboard with its door half-open and could not resist looking inside. It contained a number of packets of capsules, some of which I recognized as sedatives. The glimmer of an idea began to form in my mind. Without checking the security monitor, I quickly lifted my skirt and pushed a packet in to the top of my panties before resuming my chores.

Having tidied the medical room to perfection I made my way back towards the min part of the house. The Mistresses were saying goodbye to Doctor Brenda. Tina was holding the door open for her and outside I could see Jenny opening the limousine door.

When the doctor had gone, I was ordered to get changed for secretarial training. I returned to my cell with Tina. Fortunately, she needed the toilet and I was able to hide the capsules in my underwear draw.

Before long, my make up was touched up and, dressed in a short black skirt, a white blouse, together with the customary sexy undies and high heels, I was reporting back to my Mistresses. A lady I had not seen before had joined them. She was dressed in a very business like trouser suit and was introduced to me as Mistress Jackie. I immediately dropped her a perfect curtsey.

"That's better." Mistress Sue said. "In fact almost perfect. A few more afternoons like yesterday and you will be a natural."

I felt myself flush as Mistress Jackie led me away to a small room equipped as a typist's office. There my secretarial training began. For the remainder of the afternoon, I was taught keyboard skills on a computer, some shorthand and also how to use my 'sexuality' to assist my performance. This involved crossing my legs when I was given dictation and allowing my skirt, to ride up my thighs to show a flash of stocking top.

"Never fails to cause a male boss to slow his dictation." Mistress Jackie laughed. Mind you their brains are in their cocks anyway. You'll find out when you are hired out as a temp.

"Oh God." I thought. "Was there no end to the feminine tasks I was going to be made to do?"

I learnt quickly, errors were immediately punished in the customary fashion, bending over the desk whilst Mistress Jackie caned my arse as effectively as my captors did.

She persistently stood behind my chair and caressed my shoulders, reaching over and playing with my now ever sensitive nipples. These actions alone caused me to make mistakes in the typing exercises I was doing. Again I felt so horny but of course, there was no relief. The afternoon passed and before long, Mistress Jackie was leaving. As she departed, she patted my bottom and said that I might make a good secretary in time.

I was dispatched to change in to my maid's uniform. The early part of the evening was spent assisting Tina to prepare dinner for our Mistresses. Surprisingly we were then given the rest of the evening to relax in our cell. There were lots of women's magazines to read and Tina and I sat together on her bed like a couple of schoolgirls. The day's activities had left me feeling very horny, she explained that one of the side effects of the drugs being given to us was to constantly arouse us. The result was that we were soon hugging and kissing each other, trying to relieve our lust. We both orgasmed together and lay on the bed in each other's arm exhausted. My emotions were so confused now. I could never have imagined making love to a man before. Now I needed to.

We both needed to freshen our make up, because we knew that we would shortly be called to assist the Mistresses to bed. Seizing my opportunity, I secreted the pack of pills again down the front of my panties, nestling beneath my tied back cock. I had already decided that I would spike the drinks of the two Mistresses and Tina and then walk out of the house. Although I did not know where my male clothes were, I intended to escape wearing my female clothes.

I reckoned that with what had been done to me over the last few days, I would have no problem passing as a woman. I would walk to a main road and hitch a lift to freedom by pretending that I had had a row with my boyfriend who had abandoned me at the roadside. "Easy." I thought.

Sure enough, we were summoned to assist the Mistresses to get ready for bed. Again I felt my cock harden as the two women flaunted their naked bodies. It showed how safe they thought themselves and how subjugated they thought that their two feminized slaves were. When no one was looking, I slipped two tablets in to the nightcaps and served them. There was only Tina to take care of now.

As we returned to our room, Tina suggested coffee, which I offered to make. She had played right in to my hands and I again took my opportunity. Three of the tablets went in to her drink. We sat on her bed sipping the coffee. In a matter of minutes, she became drowsy and slumped fast asleep.

I wasted no time. I changed out of my maid's outfit. I looked at the vast array of feminine clothing in the wardrobe. Most of it was sadly unsuitable. Eventually I chose a short black skirt and blouse. Unfortunately, there were only skimpy and sexy undies to put on. However, I decided that it would not matter and selected a pretty bra and panties and also a cute skimpy half-slip. In order to maintain a good feminine posture, I laced myself in to a corset and also tied my cock back between my legs. Although it was tight, I had to present a feminine appearance until I could get back to Birmingham. I had no money and would have to rely on the assistance of others.

I checked my make up again, applying some more lipstick and at last I was ready. I crept upstairs, expecting at any moment the alarm to be raised. In the hall was a full-length mirror. I looked at my reflection, what I saw was a tall well proportioned and quite attractive female. Certainly one in my male life I would not have thrown out of bed. "What a terrible thing to think." I thought as I opened the front door and stepped out in to the drive.

I started to walk briskly, my heels clipping on the paved drive. A stiff breeze ruffled my skirt; I felt a chill on the tops of my legs, between my stocking tops and panties. It felt quite sexy and I felt my cock harden, I wished that I could control these feelings.

I immediately encountered my first problem. Walking about the house in high heels had a taken some getting used to. Walking on the paved drive in heels and a tight skirt was almost impossible. I had only gone a few yards when I decided to take the shoes off and walk bare foot. The skirt still restricted my steps but I was able to make much better progress.

After walking for about ten minutes, I finally reached the end of the drive. Out of site of the house, I cautiously approached the two large gates set in the high wall. The wall had barbed wire along the top. To my relief, in the one gate, there was a small slave door ajar. Not thinking why the security of the barbed wire and locked gates should be breached so easily, I stepped out in to the outside world. I was free.

I found myself in an unlit country lane. Still bare foot I walked along it hoping that I was going in the right direction. It was eerily quiet and I felt very vulnerable in my scanty clothes. I started at every sound coming from the adjacent hedgerows. I walked for sometime, my feet getting more painful as time went on. How far I went I don't know but it seemed like miles. Suddenly as I went round a bend in the road there were lights. I had reached the main road, in front of me was a signpost.

I of course had no idea where in the country I was; I had been brought to my prison unconscious. I looked up at the old fashioned signpost. On hand pointed right and said Oxford ten miles, the other pointed left and said Birmingham sixty miles. At least I knew roughly where I was. The road was deserted, so what time it was I had no idea.

I slipped on my shoes and began walking towards Birmingham and hopefully safety. Fortunately, a pathway ran alongside the grass verge that bordered the road. In my high heels, my progress was slow and before long my feet began to hurt. However, at least, I was managing to look like a female. In the shadows cast by the roadside lights I walked, somewhat frightened and feeling very vulnerable. I kept on thinking what I would have done as a male if I had found a defenseless female walking alone in the early hours of the morning.

I have no idea how long I had been walking, when in the distance I heard the sound of a fast approaching car. Like a startled rabbit I was caught in the beams of its headlights. My legs were clearly displayed in my short skirt as it swept past me, its radio blaring out. It screeched to a stop some yards past me. To my horror the doors opened and four males erupted from the car. Their intentions were made very plain by their shouts and catcalls.

As they advanced upon me, I feared the worst. By their comments, as the advanced on me, there was little doubt that I would be quickly stripped of my clothing. Had I been a woman that would have been bad enough, with the sexual abuse that would be surely follow. What would happen when they discovered that there was a man pretending to be a woman beneath the clothing? My imagination began to work overtime.

I backed away from them, knowing that in my tight skirt and heels there was no way I could run. Suddenly as one they turned and ran back to their car. The doors slammed and the car roared off in to the night. I turned and to my relief saw the flashing blue light of a police car drawing up alongside me. I felt tears welling up with as I thought salvation was to hand.

The car stopped and two female officers got out of the car. Both wore uniforms with trousers. "How incongruous." I thought. "Here was I a male in skirts, being rescued by women in trousers."

"Are you all right?" The first officer asked.

"No I answered." Speaking softly, I had no wish to give my real identity away yet. "Please help me."

I explained to them the scenario I had thought out. My boyfriend and I had argued and he had abandoned me at the roadside. They had witnessed my narrow escape.

"Men." The one said. "How can he do that in this day and age."

"Typical." The other one agreed. "You are lucky not to have been raped by that crowd we have just frightened off."

As the chattered, I felt myself feeling sorry for myself. Tears flowed easily as they helped me in to the back of the car. They were very comforting and said that they would take me to the nearby police house where they were based. They would see about getting me back to Birmingham in the morning after I had had some rest.

The back door of the car was opened and I slid in as gracefully as I was able. The two policewomen got in to the front and we were off. As the car drove along, I thought of my next step. I decided that when we got to the police station I would have to come clean. Even if I got back to Birmingham, what would happen then? I had no money, no car keys, no means whatsoever of getting back to my normal life.

In no time, we had turned in to another country lane and were drawing up at an isolated house. There was an illuminated police sign and I began to relax. We went in to the house and I was shown in to a small office where I was given a welcome cup of coffee and told to sit down and relax.

I sat in the chair, my legs tightly together sipping the coffee. After a few minutes the two officers came back in to the room. They were smiling, one talking on a cordless telephone.

"Stand up." The one ordered. "Take your skirt off." Surprised by this change of tone, I began to protest.

I was slapped across the face. She turned me round and effortlessly twisted my one arm behind my back, bending me forward. Her other hand unzipped my skirt and pulled it down, followed by my slip and panties. There for all to see was my restrained maleness amazingly aroused even in it's tied back state.

Stunned I heard the other officer speak in to the telephone. "Yes Sue it's her. We will deliver her back this evening. If that's okay, I think we might like to have a little play with her first."

She laughed as she said okay, then held the telephone by my ear.

Still doubled over I heard Mistress Sue's voice. "Naughty girl Sally, did you really think you could escape so easily. You had better be ready to receive some punishment and poor Tina will have to as well. You are a silly girl."

The telephone disconnected as I started to cry. Tears streamed down my face, smudging my mascara. I now knew that there was no escape from my captivity.

TO BE CONTINUED




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