Chapter 8
After his traumatic ordeal of watching his wife, Ella, performing so sluttily on the end of Caleb’s cock, Belle finds himself shaking. Suddenly, the strong arm of Caleb winds around his bare shoulders.
The Bull has pulled on a short white bathrobe that enhances his masculine form, making Caleb feel even more petite and feminine.
At first, his shock makes him wiggle, trying to escape the hunky male’s grip, but he soon realises that Caleb is staggeringly strong. The Bull’s arm muscles feel like cement against his soft flesh.
Breathing deeply, he finds himself looking up through his made-up eyes at the man who is stealing his wife.
From nowhere, he feels his bottom being fiercely patted by the free hand of a smiling Caleb.
“Heh. Bet that wasn’t how you’d thought it would be, eh?”
“Er, no, Master,” he finds his voice shaking as he replies.
“So, the first thing you have to deal with is that my slut will never want sex with you again.” He pauses and winks at the exhausted, but happy, Ella, who has wound the blanket around her bare shoulders. “At least not how you once did it!” Then he laughs. “Your dick is way too small for her now.”
Swallowing Belle resists the temptation to protest. It can’t be that small … surely?
“So what I’m gonna do, as a sort of reward for your painful discovery, is let your Mistress dress you for bed. How does that sound?”
Belle doesn’t know how that sounds, as he normally goes to bed naked, but his quivering voice is saying, “Thank you, Master. Yes, Master.”
“That’s sorted!” Caleb announces, before turning to Elle, “Hey bitch put on something and go and get her bedtime outfit ready. I’ll send her along after I’ve had a few words with her.”
Bedtime outfit? Why did those words both alarm and excite him?
Pulling on a flimsy, short, pale blue nightdress, Ella drags her exhausted body off the bed and gives her husband a quick kiss on his cheek.
She giggles, “You look so cute in that bunny uniform. I mean, oh God, those ears and everything!”
She leaves while laughing.
Feeling irritated and humiliated at the way his wife laughed at him, Belle pouts.
Suddenly, two hands grip his hips and drag him back on his heels towards the bed.
He squeals in surprise as he is hoisted onto Caleb’s lap, as the brawny male settles on the bed.
It is an intensely helpless feeling to be sitting on a man’s lap in a bunny girl’s outfit, where his heels can’t reach the floor, and his bunny tail is between the legs of the man.
He can’t bring himself to look up at his tormentor, so he glances down at his legs in their sheer black tights. They look so sexy.
He groans, desperate to be released from the chastity cage and to cum.
“Now, listen, sissy,” Caleb starts, his voice heavy with the weight of a man about to say words of importance.
Belle feels his heart race. He just needs to get out of there.
“Now, tomorrow sissy, you start your lessons. I know from previous sissies that the first day is the worst. You will feel like bitching and behaving like a brat. Now I’m here to explain to you that I need you to behave. Not to show me up.”
Feeling his blonde curls tickle his face, Belle looks up at the arrogant man, feeling the steel collar on his neck. “Lessons?”
Caleb closes his eyes and shakes his head, “You see, bunny girl. That is the sort of interruption we don’t like from you sissies. You clean floors, serve drinks, iron stuff, and I don’t know what. You do not,” he stares so hard a frightened Belle holds his breath, “on any occasion interrupt anyone who is speaking to you. Got that.”
Should he speak?
There is a long, threatening silence, so Belle whispers, “Yes, Master. But I don’t understand. Lessons?”
“You need to earn your pink ears …”
“Pink ears?”
“Okay. I was going to cane you six times before bed. Now it’ll be twelve!”
“But, Master, I was only asking …”
“If you keep that sexy mouth of yours shut for two minutes, I can explain!”
This time, Belle merely nods his head, again feeling his terrifying steel collar on the underside of his chin.
“You noobs get white ears. Once you become a real sissy bunny, you get white ears with pink inside them, like the sissies you saw downstairs.”
“Oh!”
Obviously, this was ridiculous. They said they’d stay the weekend at the club, so he’ll be long gone before passing tests to get pink ears! Though a part of him already wondered what the tests were, and whether he could pass them. In fact, his dick expanded as far as the chastity cage would allow.
“I have never had any of my sissies not pass!” Caleb uses a thick finger to raise Belle’s chin, “And you are definitely not going to break my run.”
Why did he find the intimidation from his Master so hot? It made him tingle. He wanted to smile, despite his predicament.
“May I ask what the lessons are about, Master?”
Caleb chuckles. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’ll go through them with your Mistress so she knows what’s expected of you. She’ll need to pick out a maid’s uniform for you for …”
“A maid’s uniform!” Belle twists around smartly on his Master’s legs.
Caleb shakes his head. “And what have you been told, sissy?”
Closing his eyes, Belle says, “Sorry, Master. It’s just a shock. No one’s mentioned a ….”
“Look, you dumb bitch, if you don’t wise up, your arse will be too sore to sit on for a week!”
“Sorry, Master.”
Caleb ruffles the downcast sissy’s hair. “Hey, don’t worry about that. God made sissies dumb, and he made real men strong enough to help you sissies get by.”
Belle giggles, “Yes, Master.”
“So, I’ll just add another six stripes from the cane. Eighteen in total, girl. You got anything to say?”
Sucking in a deep lung full of air, Belle is about to shriek that ‘it isn’t fair’ but sees Caleb staring hard at him with eyebrows raised.
He shakes his head, “No, Master.”
Putting the bunny sissy back on his heels, Caleb rises. “I think your education has begun!”
Belle is led from the master bedroom, across the sitting room, through the kitchen, to a door that is slightly ajar.
Beyond that is a small bedroom, where he can see his wife, Ella, fussing over some gorgeous-looking garments on the bed.
It is large enough for a bed, a line of wardrobes to the left, two chairs and, opposite, next to the bed, an entrance into an ensuite.
Three points strike Belle so hard that his jaw falls open. First, there are no windows in this small room. The second is that it feels like a prison cell. Finally, and most overwhelmingly, it is fluffy pink.
The pink colour is straight from a child’s sweets or dresses. A babyish bubble gum pink with varying shades. Part of the wardrobes and some of the sheets are white.
It is then that he notices a closed door along the wall opposite the line of cupboards. That must lead into the corridor, he muses.
Above the bed is a picture of two bunny girls. One cute and smiling, and the other pouting and cross.
Across the pillows of the bed are an array of cuddly animals, including a smiling pink teddy bear.
On the bed, Ella has laid out a multitude of delicate nightwear for girls. Judging by their appearance, they are ideal for teenage girls. Short nighties, thin pyjamas, decorated in various fashions, with brightly coloured shapes or cute little animals. There are chemises, and even a few onesies, such as a cute, ribboned teddy bear, and another of a pink kitten.
Wow. Just amazing. If he were at home, Belle would wear any one of them and spend the entire night wanking.
Ella holds up a camisole and shorts set, in delightful chocolate and cream.
Belle feels lightheaded with lusty need. He has got to put it on and feels its cool sensuality.
Screwing up her face with uncertainty, his wife says, “What do you think?”
Belle starts to say, “I love it …”
But Caleb interrupts, “Yeah. Sure. Whatever you think is best for our sissy.”
Suddenly, Belle realises that not only was the question not addressed to him, but that he is like a child in the room, where adults make decisions about him without him having a say.
Caleb grabs Belle’s wife and gives her a tremendously hot kiss. He watches with despair as his wife submits deeply to the kiss.
Belle is beside himself with angry jealousy.
How dare she react like that to the attentions of another man?
His wife’s leg rubs hard up against Caleb’s thigh in a wanton display of sexual need that Belle doesn’t recognise in his wife.
Caleb breaks off from the kiss and snaps his fingers at Belle.
“Listen, sissy. Your maid’s dresses are in the cupboard on the far right. All the clothes you need are in various cupboards and drawers. Make sure you know where they are.”
So many commands! Is he allowed to ask anything?
In the comfort of her lover’s arms, Ella says, “Honey, this is to die for. You know how you’ve always lusted after clothing like this. Now, you must remove all your make-up before bed. Miss Maya will wake you in the morning and show you how to use the shower. There is a nozzle that directs water around your little chastity cage to clean your little willy.” She giggles. “Apparently, you don’t ever have to remove the cage again. Isn’t this place amazing? They have thought of everything.”
Belle nods blankly, feeling that is what is expected of him.
“So come on,” Ella says, as if excited for him. “I know you want to get your night gear on and pose in front of the mirrors!”
He accepts the hanger holding the delightful chemise set.
“Erm, Mistress …”
He trails off, one eye on his Master, who appears to be a giant in this tiny, pink room.
His wife’s eyes are wide open and eager to help. “Yes, Belle?”
“Well, he finds himself dropping one knee before the other. “Well, I don’t understand …”
Breaking out of the arms of her lover, Ella steps towards her cute, lost-looking sissy and embraces him with a kiss to the cheek.
“Of course you don’t. That’s the idea. Sir says it is important you don’t know what’s happening. That’s part of your training. You become dependent upon others for everything. Now don’t you worry your little head. This is everything you’ve ever fantasised about. You will be completely helpless from now on. Wholly dependent upon us and the Mistresses who work here.”
Jesus! He doesn’t want his wife talking about his secret fantasies in front of the Bully sneering behind her.
“But, well, Mistress,” he keeps an eye on her Bull to check for any signs that he is being naughty, “this is all very good. But isn’t it too elaborate? We will be leaving here on Monday and then …”
Elle giggles and kisses his nose. “Oh, you look so hot when you’re confused.” She smiles, “Now you mustn’t worry about anything. Okay? Just behave.”
He is about to interject when Ella indicates the door opposite the cupboards.
“Now, Miss Maya will come in through that door tomorrow morning, so she doesn’t disturb your Master and me by waking us up. We might be busy or want a lie-in. Your alarm will go off at seven.”
Ella helps her shocked husband remove his bunny outfit, stripping him down to his elaborate steel chastity cage and collar with the screen displaying his new name.
She adds, “You must be ready to leave with her at seven thirty. They will feed you before your lessons begin.”
When he pulls on the silky, cool shorts and top, he feels his entire body shake with sexual need.
His eyes half close in deep, drowsy erotic joy.
The drowning in unmitigated pleasure comes to a brutal end.
Caleb barks, “Sissy, bend over the bed and get your fat arse high in the air. Now! We need to sort you out before you go to bed!”
There is an aggressive quality to the word ‘now’ that makes Belle jump into the required position.
Ella giggles. “Oh, Sir you are so forceful!”
She melts up to her lover, kissing him and sucking at his flesh, keeping an eye on her surprisingly sexy hubbie in his delicate nightwear.
Caleb puts his arm around her to lead her to a narrow, tall cupboard a few doors down from the maid’s dresses. He opens it to reveal all sorts of BDSM gear: canes, rods, paddles, bondage gear, and even blindfolds.
He says, “As you’ll be taught, paddles are for light punishment or a bit of fun. The canes and straps are more serious. Like when your sissy has let you down. They’ll go through that in your lessons.”
Her lessons? Belle wonders what his wife’s lessons would be about. Using a cane? Surely not. Ella has never enjoyed inflicting pain or playing BDSM games.
The canning is horrible.
Poor Belle tries not to shout out. But of course, Caleb, as you might expect, is an expert with the corporal punishment of sissies.
Then he tries not to beg for mercy in front of his wife.
Sadly, that falls apart after the first six.
He is admonished for leaping up onto his bare feet for the tenth, and hurriedly returned to his position of being bent over with arse high in the air.
Finally, he holds out on a single remaining ambition. He will not cry in front of his wife.
He would not. He dares not before his loving wife. He can handle this.
Yet he weeps like a child on the fourteenth slap to his bruised backside. And once the waterworks start, he can’t stop them.
Through his sniffles, he hears them leave the room and crossly stands up, rubbing his aching backside through the lovely silky material of his shorts.
It is then that he notices it.
There is no handle on his side of the door. No handle!
Panic!
Nor is there one on the inside of the door through which Miss Myra would be coming tomorrow morning.
Horror pours through him. He finds himself banging the door into the kitchen.
As soon as his wife opens it, her eyes full of empathetic worry for her Hubbie, he calms.
He sniffs up the remaining tears to say, “Mistress. There is no handle on the door.”
Looking confused, she says, “Of course not.”
“But … but … what if I need to get out of here?”
Her puzzlement increases, “Why would you need to leave your room, Belle? You have all you need in there.”
“But, Mistress, I, I …”
Caleb pushes the door wide open. He is grumpy as hell.
“Listen, if we need you to come out and serve us for anything, then I can open the door remotely on my phone.”
Ella puts her palm to the hot, still damp from tears, cheek of her husband. “Aw. You were thinking of us.” She looks up at her Bull. “Isn’t that sweet, Sir?”
Caleb is unimpressed.
“So she should. That’s her only job.”
Suddenly, words come from nowhere. “Erm, Master, please may I have the chastity cage removed. I am so horny. I promise to be good.”
Caleb shows an evil, toothy grin. And closes the door.
As Belle hears the locks clunk closed, he feels entrapment crush his soul. He turns off the lights, climbs into his girly bed and pulls down the large pink teddy bear to cuddle for comfort.
His arse is on fire, his poor dick is locked away, and he feels entombed in a world that excites and terrifies him in equal measure.
The haunting thought of Caleb shagging his wife into oblivion fills his senses. It is so unfair!
He pouts and, with his little fists, pounds his pillow in helpless despair.
Now he is rubbing himself up against the bed. As his dick is locked between his thighs, he needs to push his groin forward to get any friction.
The spanked arse, the smoothness of his body, his amazing hairstyle, the humiliation … he pounds the bed uselessly. Yet there is a deep pleasure in the frustration, and he falls asleep a hundred per cent aroused, his dick spurting useless cum into his delicate shorts.