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Dark Towers By Deborah Ford Chapter 8
It is wickedly flimsy and deliriously cool. The garment of dreams for a sissy.
It’s a corset. Black, neatly decorated around the tight waist and breast cups with gorgeously lacy sections flowering out around the hips, over the shoulders and between the cups.
It has shut up the complaining Belle. He had been sitting on his bed, moaning to Miss Maya how hungry he is, how he wants to go home, but most of all, how he desperately needs to cum. He has been locked in his little chastity device since he left home more than twenty-four hours ago.
Miss Maya is unfazed, as if she has heard the grievances a million times before from the new sissies at the club. She simply reaches into a cupboard, near his bed and takes out the mind-blowing corset before holding it up before him. She knows he will want nothing more than to put it on and feel it forcefully control his body’s appearance. Giving him curves where he never had them before.
She smiles. Sissies are so easy to control!
Thus, just five minutes later, after the briefest of showers, Belle is in dreamland as the amazing creation is wrapped about his body. It actually hurts when the dominant black woman pulls together the front catches, totally securing him into the corset. But the pain and discomfort are worth it.
Can it get any better?
Oh yes.
Matching lacey black panties are pulled up his freshly smoothed out legs and nestled in place around his groin and tiny chastity cage.
His hunger pangs are forgotten as the silky stockings are drawn up his legs before being secured to a garter belt.
His brain drifts to the heavens as his feet are pushed into three-inch heel strappy shoes.
The maid’s dress is traditional black. Finishes a few inches above the knee and is decorated in with white lace near the hem, cuffs and breasts.
As Miss Maya pushes his little cap into position and it grips his blonde hairstyle, Belle is ready to collapse to his knees at the sight of himself in the mirror. He has never looked anything like a genuine girl before. No one could tell the difference.
He swishes the skirt one way then the other merely by slightly wiggling his hips.
He turns around to plead with Miss Maya to release him from the chastity cage before he explodes with need.
But as his pretty lipsticked mouth opens, it is filled with something the size of a plum and tasting of plastic.
In the experienced hands of Miss Maya, the straps of the ball gag are pulled securely behind the blonde hair of the sissy.
As the shocked Belle finds his tongue pressed down, his right hand is grabbed, and a steel band is locked around it.
Handcuffs. No wait!
“Hmmmph!”
Too late.
His free hand is quickly anchored to his other wrist in the cuffs, pinning his arms behind his back
He stands in his heels, totally helpless. Miss Maya hooks a leash to the front of his collar and opens the door.
He makes an effort to resist. He doesn’t want to be dragged around this god-awful place dressed as a sexy maid! The last thing he wants is for these sadistic black masculine males and their teasing girl friends to see him.
But a smart tug on the lead brings the powerless maid clip-clopping into the hallway.
It is when they reach the lift, after the doors slide shut, and it begins its shaking descent that Miss Maya takes in the sexy sight before her: a completely sissified maid, helpless and wide-eyed in shock.
She cannot resist it.
She pushes her hand under his skirts and grips his chastity cage through the panties, before rubbing it furiously.
She is rewarded by seeing the poor sissies’ eyes close, as she hears spluttering gasps through the gag, as the sissy pumps out endless precum.
Oh my God, sissies are so much fun!
It is a moment before Belle realises that no one is rubbing his chastised penis anymore. The lift doors open onto a stone-walled corridor, like you might find leading to a dungeon.
His fearful, but erotically charged, sleepy eyes move to Miss Maya, who is studying him with pursed lips.
“I want to fuck you into oblivion,” she says through her lips, which barely move. “Then fuck you some more.”
Belle feels his knees buckle. They can no longer support him. Surely he will collapse to his knees, begging through his gag to be allowed to cum.
As Belle is led in his maid’s uniform and perched on his heels through the deserted corridors of the club, he thinks he must get a grip. He knows his brain is too overcharged with sexual need to think. He just wants to rub himself against anything. Anything. Anything that might help him cum.
Belle sucks on the plastic gag as he takes in the corridor he is now being led down.
At the end is a set of double wooden doors, with pictures of cute animals around it as if it were the entrance to a school for young kids.
A tug on the leash has poor Belle clip-clopping forward, forever fearful he will stumble over, to fall flat on to his prettily made-up face.
He can now hear music. Pop music. Getting louder. It is coming from behind the double doors.
Fear. Suddenly, the erotic feelings shiver away. What is happening behind the door?
He tries to protest through the gag, but only makes a series of unintelligible mumbles.
Marching onward, Miss Maya pushes open the doors, and Belle sees a classroom.
There are two rows of four desks. The walls are decorated with brightly coloured posters and charts, just as you might find in a school.
Three terrified maids, in exactly the same outfit as Belle’s, with exactly the same gag, with their hands cuffed behind their backs, are sitting behind three out of four desks, laid in a neat line. They look across at the sudden entrance of Belle and Miss Maya.
Their eyes are wide with distress.
They sit perfectly behind their desks, their sexy, stockinged legs tight together.
“Ah, Miss Maya. Thought you might be late!”
It is the sexy Miss Paige. She is wearing a similar white, hot-pants outfit to the one she wore the previous day, but with a zip at the front. Her dark tights run down to white high heeled boots. She is just as much an erotic blonde vision as she was the first time Belle saw her.
“Now then, Belle,” Miss Paige says with a withering sneer, “Why don’t you sit your fat dumb arse down and look as neat and proper as your dumb friends?”
Immediately, Belle sits, feeling his short dress bunch up under him. He dares not complain.
He glances to his one side and is shocked to see Mimi Pout sitting next to him, his eyes huge as if trying to communicate terror.
Belle immediately notes the other maids’ posture. They are bolt upright, with thighs tight together, and feet pulled back beneath their chairs.
Belle immediately follows suit.
Miss Paige and Miss Maya laugh.
Miss Maya says, “Clever girl. You do exactly as the other bitches do, and that’s how we like it. We don’t want any personality, any individualism. Just sit and stand as commanded by us.”
He finds himself nodding earnestly. His forehead is hot with sticky sweat.
“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says, taking centre stage in front of a series of three whiteboards at the front of the classroom. “Your cuffs and gags will be removed when you have passed your first test.” Her eyes narrow, “And not before!”
Belle finds himself nodding, anxious to let Miss Maya know he understands.
“Obviously,” Miss Maya says, “a bunch of dumb cunts like you cannot have your gags removed until you know how to speak.”
Though he didn’t know what she meant, Belle thought it wise to nod emphatically.
It was only then that he realised Mimi Pout was doing the same. In fact, he was bobbing so enthusiastically that his dress made a series of rustling sounds.
“Now then. Your first test. All stand up!”
The command to stand was spoken more loudly than the rest of the sentence, and each of the sissies bounced up onto their heels, standing to one side of their desks.
Miss Maya and Paige exchange a wicked smile. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, better than seeing four newbies knowing their true position in life at the start of the course. The sissies who tearfully hang onto the past, pretending they’re still boys, are a pain in the rectum.
Obviously, they all think this change is temporary, which again is hilarious. But they will learn the truth slowly. It is kinder that way with dumb sissies.
“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says, “stand in a line at the rear of the classroom.”
The cuffed, gagged maids do so immediately.
“Not exactly elegant!” Miss Paige says, “But don’t worry. In a few short lessons, you will forget about how you moved like boys.” Her eyes turn into malicious slits, “You won’t ever be able to again.”
Belle feels queasy. Obviously, these tough women couldn’t ever stop him from moving like a man again once he leaves this terrifying place, but the threat sounds horrendous. His little dick is no longer hard in its minute confines. The scariness has reduced it to virtual nonexistence within his cage.
“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says with a cruel grin, “lift up the rear of your skirts with your two cuffed hands.”
Oh! Belle hates the idea of exposing his knicker-clad backside but hears the rustling of the dresses beside him. The others have already complied with the instruction.
So he follows suit, raising the silky fabric over his panties.
“Now then,” Miss Paige says, pulling a rattan cane from near one of the white boards. You will each, on command, and not before, walk to the front of the class, turn around and face the dumb arses at the back of the class. You will then bend over my desk so that you are at ninety degrees. We will give you four swipes of the cane and tell you to stand and go back to your place at the back of the class.”
Miss Maya says, “At no point in time do you move without precise instructions to do so. I hope that is clear,” she tilts her head to one side, “Or there will be some extremely sore bottoms in this room.”
This cannot be happening. Belle has already learnt to despise the cane. It creates a god-awful line of searing pain. All his life, ever since he could remember, he had fantasised about the cane, but once Caleb Johnson had given him six searing slices of the rattan stick, he knew to fear it. It is not sexy at all.
“Let me see,” an amused Miss Paige says. “Shall we start with Belle Twinkle?”
Belle grimaces, thinking no, please.
“Or,” Miss Paige loves the fear in their eyes, “or Fifi Flutter? Perhaps Poppy Twirl. Or even, Mimi Pout.”
Belle hears poor Mimi gasp through his gag.
Miss Paige wiggles the cane, making a whooshing sound. Her voice is now no-nonsense and authoritative. “Fifi Flutter! Front of the class. Now!”
Belle watches the maid from the far side, walking on his heels, with his head bowed. His skirt pulled well clear of a pair of delightful black lace panties.
Poor Fifi, his eyes decorated with false eyelashes are huge, trying to communicate his pleading to the two formidable Mistresses.
The unfortunate Belle is suddenly aroused. He can feel his helpless predicament and his gorgeous maid’s uniform, erotic underwear and stockings. His dick increases from downright tiny to pressing bruisingly up against the steel chastity cage. How can he be aroused when so terrified at the sight before him?
“Now, sissy,” Miss Paige says loudly to Fifi Flutter, face your fellow dumb bitches and fully bend over. Keep your eyes on the stupid sluts at the back of the class.”
For a moment, Fifi Flutter stands upright, terror freezing him to the spot, but slowly he steps forward and bends over the desk.
Miss Maya marches to the sissies at the rear of the classroom who study her approach with nervous eyes.
“I,” Miss Maya announces, “will make sure that Fifi Flutter maintains eye contact with you dumb bitches, and that you dumb bitches do not take your eyes from her. Clear?”
Belle finds himself nodding enthusiastically, anxious that the tough Mistress can see he will acquiesce eagerly.
Miss Paige smiles, raises the cane and crashes it into the poor maid’s pantied bottom.
The three sissies gasp through their gags at the sight of their sister being caned
“One,” Miss Paige says, before striking another blow. “Two!”
Belle can see the misery and alarm in Fifi Flutters’ eyes. The sheer shame of having to endure this while looking at the maids at the rear of the class is overwhelming for the poor mite.
When she has been spanked four times, she is sent to join the alarmed sissies at the back of the class.
At all times, Fifi Flutter keeps up the rear of her skirt.
“Poppy Twirl!” Miss Paige proclaims in such a loud voice that all the sissies jump on the spot.
When facing terror, the human mind has coping mechanisms. Already, Belle has convinced himself that he will not be called.
So when his turn finally arrives, and Miss Paige summons him with a curt, “Belle Twinkle!”, he can’t move.
He is too terrified.
Miss Paige holds up a hand and curls her finger at him.
Suddenly, he is moving. Slowly. Blindly. Totally aware that the others can see his black lace panties on full display as his handcuffed hand holds up the rear of the skirt.
Perhaps Miss Paige won’t cane him.
“Bend over the desk, naughty Belle Twinkle!”
He does so, looking up at the maids at the rear of the class. They are all radiating sympathy for him, and he feels sick with humiliation. He is going to have to look at them while he is beaten!
He must not cry. He must try to be as brave as the other sissies.
The four stings are dreadful. Searing lines on his bottom.
“Back of the class, Belle Twinkle!”
He actually tries to say ‘Yes, Miss Paige,’ through his gag, but the words are jumbled by his ball gag.
He sees the entertained, grinning Miss Maya waiting for him, and his tummy rolls over.
Miss Paige waits for Belle to get in line before announcing, “You will now learn how to speak. Just easy words like, “Yes, Miss Paige, “Yes, Master” “Yes, Miss Maya,” and “Yes, Mistress.”
Never has a pupil in class paid closer attention to their teacher than when Miss Paige instructed them to articulate the words in a childish simper.
Miss Maya removes their gags, and they remain standing with their skirts held up by their handcuffed hands as Miss Maya collects another dreaded cane to whip the bottom of any slow learning sissies.
They are commanded to speak as if their tongue is too big for their pretty little mouths.
“Yesh Miss Paige. Yesh Mistress. Yesh Master.”
Then they had to add a musical lilt to their voices’ timbre.
They sounded like children or mincing gays in a comedy.
“Yesh Mish Paige. Yesh Mishtress. Yesh Mashter.”
The words had to be spoken clearly and always with a pronounced musical quality.
As foolish as Belle felt, she had to giggle with relief when both Miss Paige and Miss Maya announced that they were excellent, dumb sissies and had passed their first test!
“Now,” Miss Maya says, “you must walk up and down the classroom with swinging hips, one foot elegantly going before the other foot. Those who pass this test can be unhandcuffed and learn how to sit.”
Of course, each of the tests was to become harder and harder. But it was important with sissies to teach them slowly and never alarm them with the enormity of the changes lying ahead. But there were to be some very sore bottoms when they led back to their rooms to face their Masters and Mistresses.