Club zero 9 revisited: Angel by Deborah Ford

Club zero 9 revisited: Angel by Deborah Ford

For those who haven’t read the Deborah Ford Club Zero 9 books, you need to know that a place exists where Bulls and their hotwives send their cucks for deep, immersive training to become sissy maids. A variety of dominant women teach the cucks their place while the psychiatrist, Dr Richter, helps the reluctant but gullible cucks over their fears and to face up to their futures

This is a short excerpt of events at the training areas of the club that weren’t part of the novels.

 

 

Angel

“Come in,” Dr Richter calls out as she sends a report of her previous patient sissy’s progress to her new Master and Mistress.
She glances up in time to see one of the men who help oversee the sissy cuck’s education pull Angel, a newish sissy pupil, by his pink leash into her study.
The psychiatrist can see immediately that the sissy is flustered, and flushed faced. They are so delightful after just a few days training when they have, to some extent learnt their place but still believe they can escape the system. Such adorable dumb blondes – they are usually blonde as stipulated by their owners.
This sissy’s blonde hair is styled with pretty, tight curls, which, despite the light make up, makes him look childishly cute.
She rises to accept the leash from the grinning hunky guy in his dark overalls.
“She any trouble?” Dr Richter asks the unshaven, masculine male.
With a grunt of a laugh he says, “Sissy cucks a problem? Not in this lifetime.” He looks down at the sissy in her schoolgirl attire of white blouse, short bib, pleated dress, white socks and three inch heels. The impregnable, hi-tech steel collar is tight around her neck, with the screen reading, ‘ANGEL’
Angel stamps her foot and quietly fumes, knowing she is not permitted to speak.
“You can release her cuffs,” Dr Richter says.
Grabbing the sissy’s shoulders, the dominant male physically turns the little sissy about on her heels to unlock the handcuffs.
As Dr Richter leads the sissy by her leash to the leather padded couch, she calls back, “And pick her up in an hour please.”
Another grunt of laughter and the man is gone, leaving Dr Richter alone with her current prey who visibly relaxes now there are no men in the room
“Oh, Dr Richter, I am so glad to see you again! You won’t believe what has been happening to me.” Angel rolls her eyes at all her misfortunes. “Everyone has the wrong idea and …”
A smiling Dr Richter raises her eyebrows and the sissy stops yammering.
“When should a sissy maid speak?” She asks, as if amused by the scamp.
“I’m so sorry, Dr Richter.” He moves into his childish reciting mode, “A sissy maid only speaks when spoken to, when given permission or after raising a hand and being given approval.”
Dr Richter rests her palm against the hot cheek of the sissy, “So why don’t you relax on my sofa and tell me all about it.”
The psychiatrist releases the leash, and the collar screen briefly flashes: ‘LEASH REMOVED’, before returning to the name, ‘Angel’.
Sitting in the manner commanded of sissies by Club Zero Nine, Angel presses her skirt up against the backs of her legs, sits elegantly on the coach and then keeping her thighs together, swings her legs up and lies down.
“It has been so, so awful, Dr Richter. Really horrible!”
“Aw, Angel. You do sound as if you have been in the wars.” The psychiatrist settles in her deep seat, picking up her tablet. It is already open at Angel’s page. “Oh, Angel, congratulations. I see you have passed the walking and sitting tests, so you have won the privilege of wearing tights like a big girl.”
Smiling as modestly as he can, Angel says, “I couldn’t have done it without your help, Dr Richter.”
Dr Richter leans forward and rubs the nylon around over the sissy’s thighs. She loves the erotic tingle. It is like electric. “The first time I laid eyes on you, I said you were a natural, dumb, sissy cuck, didn’t I?”
Though he winces at being called a dumb, sissy cuck, Angel is too thrilled at having his thighs rubbed to complain. He closes his eyes, his breathing growing more shallow as the fingers of Dr Richter push under his skirt, and tickle the inside of his thighs.
He tries to speak, “Dr Richter, I am not really dumb. It’s just that our training means that …”
“Oh silly, Angel. Both your Master and your Mistress said you were dumb when they signed you in.”
Angel’s eyes flash open. “That’s another thing. I hate having to address him as Master. He is an uncouth Bully. My wife, erm, Mistress, is besotted by him. She doesn’t know what a Bully he is …”
Dr Richter says quietly, “And what is that around your neck, Angel?”
His heart sinks, but he knows he must reply.
“It’s his collar, Dr Richter.”
She stops dragging her nails over his nylon clad thighs. “Whose collar, Angel?”
He closes his eyes, taking in a deep angry breath. “Master’s! It is Master’s collar, Dr Richter.”
“And whose neck is your Master’s collar around, Angel?”
He pouts, looking away in fury. “It’s Master’s collar locked around the neck of his sissy cuck.”
“And isn’t it so divine, Angel? Light pink painted steel. Lovely little lock at the front. And look how narrow and pretty it is. These modern batteries are so small the collars can be truly sissy size.”
“But Dr Richter, it means that,” he sighs before he can say the word, “Master, knows where I am. I mean like always! And can administer electric shocks. And he can change the lettering on the front screen. Whenever he wants. And …”
Pressing her finger against his pouting pink lips, she says, “Oh do hush Angel. You are making yourself so cross. We don’t want a tantrum, do we, Angel?”
His eyes flash in fear as he gasps. He was caned twice that morning for being naughty, according to the teachers. Oh, how he hates the cane.
He knows Dr Richter has a long thin cane she keeps in her tall cupboard if her patients act up in any way and she ensures they all feel it on their first two visits. They don’t forget it.
“Are we going to behave like a good girl, Angel?”
“Yes, Dr Richter, sorry Dr Richter.”
The psychiatrist’s pussy melts at the sight of her dumb arsed sissies showing their fear.
“I mean,” she says with a tight grin, “You wouldn’t want your Master to know you’ve been playing up in your sessions with me. Now would you?”
“No! Please Dr Richter. Please don’t tell Master. Please, please!”
Oh God, his eyes are flashing like traffic lights.
“Oh? Are you asking me to lie to your owner, Angel? I do hope not.”
Sissies at Club Zero Nine, learn in a short space of time that when they are in a hole, to stop digging. He says nothing but shakes his head so that the curls flick back and for over his cheeks.
She desperately needs to mount him, resting her sopping pussy over his mouth and commanding him to start licking.
She needs to get a grip. That’s the trouble with dumb cuck sissies, they are such a turn on that they can be dangerously distracting.
“Now Angel, your Master pays extra for our little chats. Isn’t that good of him?”
He nibbles his lips, he doesn’t want to give the bully who is wrecking his life any credit, but knows the required answer, so whispers, “Yes, Dr Richter, I guess so.” He smiles up at her, with an expression of affection, like a puppy with its owner. “I do love our chats, Dr Richter. It’s so good that someone is on my side and that I can talk to you about anything.”
“Oh, silly cuck. We are all on your side here. All we want is for you to graduate as a complete sissy maid for the pleasure of your Master and Mistress. And all we ask of you is that you attend to your lessons and pay attention.”
He wrinkles his face. “I know Mistress, but sometimes it is so hard. I only agreed to come here for a few days as a laugh. Now I am booked in for the entire week. And Master and Mistress have signed me up for the second week already!”
To avoid laughing out loud, Dr Richter affects a cough. How dumb are sissies? They are such a delight
“Well,” she says softly, “I’m afraid you have been signed up. So best get on with it, eh?”
“But Dr Richter, on the next course we have to wear a spiked chastity cage. Teacher says it will help us know what happens when maids are naughty. And, and ….” He closes his eyes, “this afternoon we have to learn how to suck a dildo and a vibrator!”
“Well, looking at how you got an A plus for pussy licking, I am sure you will make your Master and Mistress very proud of your efforts on cock sucking. Your teachers will guide you very thoroughly.”
He shakes his head, “Dr Richter, no! I am not gay. I’ll hate it and …”
She taps her finger against his lips to shut him up.
“You are a maid, silly. As such you have to please everyone.” She chuckles affectionately, “You don’t think that airhead maids like you get to choose who you please and serve, do you? That wouldn’t work at all. Silly girl.”
“Well, no, Dr Richter, but I’m not a real sissy maid like those sluts back in the classroom. Master brought me and Mistress here for a bit of a buzz. He told us to come see it all.” Angel’s eyes grow glassy and unfocussed. “Of course, as soon as I got here, I wanted to try that special electronic chastity cage. It looked fun and this collar, which is so horrible and cruel really, but looks so hot. Oh my, and the maid’s dresses and these school girl uniforms and …”
His voice falters, and he suddenly looks miserable as if understanding how he has been trapped so easily.
Dr Richter presses her nails back under his skirt until she reached the metal of the chastity cage, whose hard, unforgiving surface she strokes firmly.
“Aw, you must feel so dumb, maid. There you were trying stuff your Master recommended and all of a sudden you are signed up for the first week. Just like that. Such a whirl wind for a stupid sissy.”
That word stupid again! Angel frowns and clenches his fists. “It wasn’t stupid, Dr Richter. I didn’t know what I was signing and I …” glumly, he sighs. “Oh dear, that does sound a bit dumb, I guess. I mean maybe I should have read it.”
He sees Dr Richter smiling at him with the sort of smile teachers reserve for young children when they admit to a mistake. “Yes, or perhaps asked your Master for advice. Tomorrow you will get lessons on how to ask adults for guidance. A sissy like you will find that a great help in navigating this complicated world.”
Pressing her fingers along his nicely smooth balls, Dr Richter waits for his eyes to close in sexual need before saying, “So you are so pleased you have your Master and Mistress to make big important decisions for you, yes?”
He nods and groans a ‘yes’, pressing down his hips to increase the erotic pressure of her touch on his crotch.
“Oh, yes, yes, Dr Richter.”
She leans in so close to the fairy that she can smell his flowery perfume, the same scent all maids have while they are studying here.
“I bet you are really grateful to your Master and Mistress for making the right decisions for you.”
His eyes can barely open, he knows he has to resist. “Well, I, I …”
She cooes, “And another couple of A stars in your class work and you earn your stockings. How about that?”
He arches his back and groans.
“Oh, my, Dr Richter, I would like that.”
She grins, it’s like guiding a mouse into a snare. Bang and he’ll be caught forever.
“And just think, Angel, if you get five As for class and homework, your Master will be asked if you can have the level one maid’s uniform. How about that?”
Her fingers are now pressing hard on his cage, and she can feel him squirting uselessly inside his cage. Her panties are now soaked with pleasure.
“You’d love your Master to sign you up for the third week as well, wouldn’t you?”
He is trying to say ‘no’, but his brain is floating high up into a pink sky with pink comforting clouds and a warm pink sun.
She turns on the recorder on her tablet as Angel squirms so that his skirt pulls up showing her panties through her tights.
“Erm, nooooo,” Has he said no? he tries again, but it is hard to speak. What was he saying ‘no’ to? His brain is too fuzzy to work.
“Yes, sissy, and think about that third all important week. That beautiful, full black uniform with the frills. Go on, you’d love your Master to put you down for that, wouldn’t you?”
He is shaking his head, feeling his curls gently scratching at his hot cheeks.
Her lips are next to his ear now. “Now just think, sissy. A completely qualified, fully attired maid standing in your own front room, before your superior Master and Mistress. A happy girl.”
He splutters out, “Yes, oh yes. Yes please.”
“So how would you ask your Master to sign you up for the third week? What would you say?”
“Ooooh.” He can already feel the wonderful black maid’s dress around him, the beautiful apron, the wonderful heels. The outfit he has seen on the level three and level four sissies is so adorable and hot. “Oh God. Yes, yes. Please Master, book me in for the third week. Please.”
Dr Richter is close to cumming. Is there anything more exciting in the world than watching a dumb cuck sissy sign away her life, “Come on Angel,” she says sucking in air to breathe. “You can ask nicer than that. Go for it.”
Somehow deep in his addled mind, Angel is saying to himself: go on, that would be so hot to say those words. After all that horrible bully can’t hear you. Your Mistress cannot hear you. Who would know?
His dick is filling its relentless cage, pumping continuously, so that his panties and tights around his crotch are sopping wet, yet he can never quite cum.
“Oh, Master, please, pretty please, oh please sign me up for week three and week four, and all the weeks. Please. Please. I’d be so grateful. Really. Please.”
Suddenly his dick is no longer being played with. The world is returning to its orbit. His eyes flash open. He is back in the friendly psychiatrist’s office on the third floor of Club Zero 9. Just above the classrooms.
Dr Richter is busy holding her tablet up close to her pc and tapping out something on the keyboard. She sees the recorded file of Angel and marks it as ‘Angel’s request to her Master’.
She mutters to herself, “Now, where is your owner’s email address? Where … ah …”
“Dr Richter,” Angel starts, fear and dread filling his face, “what are you doing?”
Dr Richter turns on him, the way a tiger might turn on its quarry in the jungle. “Quiet, Angel. Else I’ll get one of the men to cane you on your way back to class.”
Oh! Like all sissies, he hates the cane. A bottom spanking or even a paddling can be quite erotic, but the cane is dreadful. A real punishment.
“Sorry, Dr Richter, it is just that …”
She just glares at him, with a tightening face to make Angel lie back and feel stormy dread filling his tummy.
Dr Richter grins as she presses a button on the keyboard and says, “And send!”
He feels breathless and lightheaded from the remains of his arousal. “Oh no!”
A mischievous grin twitches on the psychiatrist’s lips as she adopts a sympathetic manner, “Oh Angel? Did you not want me to send your lovely request to your owner?”
There are tears in his eyes. “No, Dr Richter. I didn’t mean it. I need to get home to my wonderful wife and look after her.”
“Really?” her eyes gleam with malice, “Hasn’t anyone told you that we have placed a fourth week maid at your Mistress and her lover’s disposal? I can assure you, your Mistress is being well looked after.”
She takes in the dumb cuck’s astonishment before gently continuing.
“It is just so your Mistress can learn how to control one of you dumb sissy maids. It’ll make it easier for you when your Master feels you have passed all the courses, and he can allow you home to serve them both.”
“But, but,” a tearful Angel is spluttering, searching for the right words.
She strokes back the blonde curls of the delightfully helpless cuck. “You mustn’t upset yourself. Poor thing. It is best that your Master makes the decisions for you and your Mistress now.” She kisses his forehead, “You’ll see.”
“Dr Richter, please tell me how I stop all this, how I can …”
“Aw, would you believe it, Angel. Your our time is up. It’ll all have to wait until tomorrow and your next session. You do want more sessions, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, yes please,” Angel says putting her manicured pink fingernails up to her pretty pink lips. “You are the only person I can talk to about all this. The other girls on the course are real sissies. And they are all such dumb, stupid sissies. They just want to talk about the schoolgirl outfits we have to wear and which shoes will be best for the black maid’s dress when they graduate.”
“Oh? And Angel which schoolgirl outfit do you prefer?”
Suddenly Angel becomes animated, as if all her stress has vanished. She sits up, “Oh Dr Richter, I really like this one with the bib part, but I have seen one which has sweet ruffles along the edges of the bib. But I also liked the short, pleated tartan skirts with the white blouses we were made to wear on the first day. Oh, and the short grey skirts too. The teachers say they are best with tights not stockings but …”
Dr Richter laughs gently, “I am sure you love your girly chats with the other cucks here.”
She presses a button on the intercom, “Our session is over. Would you mind talking Angel back to her class.”
A rough male voice just says ‘yeh’ over the speaker.
“Aw,” it feels like the end of the world for Angel. “Dr Richter, I wish we could talk for longer.”
“I know sweetie.” She checks her tablet screen and smiles with surprise. “Especially as you have an A star in oral sex with women. Oh, I do like an accomplished sissy cuck. Clever girl.”
Angel blushes, “The teachers say I am a natural.”
She reads another page. “So I see. I think I’ll be looking for a two hour session from you, perhaps in my apartment.”
“I would love that, Dr Richter,” he beams, but then furrows his brow. “But I am not sucking the dildos.”
“Angel, you will be delightful at it, I am sure. I bet all the guys will be wanting to take you for walks on your leash and guide you from your lessons to lunch and to my office, once you pass that course.”
The look of horror on Angel’s face delights Dr Richter. She needs to rub it in.
“Oh, and just look at those lip implants your kind owner has paid for. Hmmm. Delectable!”
He touches his humiliatingly inflated pink lips. “The teachers say it lasts a week, so they’ll be back to normal by Friday.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. We top them up weekly. Your Master was adamant about that.”
A knock on the door and the hunky male in his overalls enters.
“Take back the bimbo, Doctor?”
“Yes, please. Important oral sex on males lessons this afternoon,” she turns with an innocent expression to her prey. “You wouldn’t want to miss them would you Angel?”
Angel is about to remonstrate, but the man is already roughly pulling her from the couch and cuffs her wrists behind her back. Why must they be so harsh with the sissies?
“Dr Richter, I really don’t need to be handcuffed. It frightens me.”
Dr Richter is all reasonableness. “Oh silly girl. It is for your own good. We wouldn’t want you getting into trouble on your way back to classes,” she checks that the male is listening as she adds, “now that the men can paddle that ever so cute bottom of yours.”
Angel gasps. “Dr Richter!”
Why did she say that when he is helpless on the end of the leash with this thug. Oh no! he might get the wrong idea.
The brute anchors the leash on the collar as its screen flashes from ‘Angel’ to ‘LEASHED’. The screen then reverts back to his sissy name.
Angel hates being cuffed when around men. They are so powerful, and she already feels timid and weak next to them. Not least because of his swishy short schoolgirl outfit.
As the caretaker tugs on the leash, indicating that Angel must start walking, Dr Richter calls out merrily, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Angel.”
Even on his three inch heels, Angel finds he needs to concentrate to stop tumbling over when being pulled on a leash. With his hands handcuffed behind him, it is difficult to balance. Though the teachers patted his bottom as he was so good at it when the sissies were being taught how to walk on leads.
“Thank you, Dr Richter,” he calls back in his sing song voice. And then gives the psychiatrist a pretty smile.
Dr Richter saves her last words before the door closes, “Good girl, Angel. And remember to behave. You wouldn’t want to be spanked by this man with his paddle before your next lesson.”
The door closes, just as a wide eyed Angel looks back in shock at his friend, the psychiatrist.
Dr Richter chuckles as she checks her next subject. Ah, it is a fourth week sissy who was caught by her Mistress trying to unlock her chastity cage with a stolen key.
She smiles, this will be fun.