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.

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Eight

[Author’s note—the kind folk at Fancy Steel make a clitoral shield, similar to what is described in part here, which may be adaptable for ‘recreational’ sissy use.]

The nurse enters pushing a cart carrying various metal implements and tools, the physician’s assistant has a laptop tucked under her arm, and Miss Hall is wearing a wickedly menacing smile.

Austin senses that something less than pleasant is about to happen. He looks to Nurse Debi, hoping for reassurance. She gently touches his arm, smiles and nods her head as if to say “It’s going to be okay.” Her encouragement is comforting, but it does little to calm him.

The physician’s assistant speaks first–

“Nurse Debi, is the ‘patient’ ready?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Candi, please proceed.”

Nurse Candi is slightly taller than Nurse Debi, blonde and also strikingly pretty. Her makeup is heavier than Nurse Debi’s, but not overly so, and her lipstick and perfectly manicured nails are a matching deep pink. She wears the same white uniform dress, cap, nylons and shoes as Nurse Debi. Her pinafore is light blue, but without the stripes and matching eyes that make Nurse Debi’s so lovely. Austin cannot make out the small print beneath the name on her collar. Her perfume is much more assertive than Nurse Debi’s.

Candi sets about her work, releasing a catch on the left side of Austin’s bed and bringing up a gynecological stirrup which had been held there. She releases the magnetic Segufix locks on the restraints holding Austin’s right leg, then lifts and places his right foot and ankle in the stirrup. Using the attached straps, she binds his leg in place. She then repeats the process with his left leg. After both legs are bound, she adjusts the height of the stirrups and the distance between Austin’s knees and ankles, and locks the mechanism—leaving Austin’s legs elevated and spread, and his bottom exposed. Austin feels panic starting to build.

She then pulls a lever on the side of the bed, allowing the lower part of the bed to swing down.

The physician’s assistant wheels the cart over to the foot of the bed.

Austin hears snapping noises as Nurse Candi pulls on a pair of latex gloves. He closes his eyes and shakes his head at what he imagines might be the purpose of the gloves.

He doesn’t notice Nurse Debi and Miss Hall having a whispered conversation.

“Miss Hall, may I speak?

“I suppose (sighing), but make it brief.”

“Thank you Miss Hall. Is it really necessary to lock his little thingy away? I mean it’s so tiny and cute, and so small that it is really harmless. I cannot imagine him getting into any trouble with it. I mean, no one would likely even feel it.”

“Debi dear, (condescendingly) you are such a naughty little slut. Whoever here did that to you really did an amazing job and should be rewarded. Now I know that you always get attached to these ‘things’, but the chastity really is for his, or rather her, own good. We definitely cannot send maids out in the world sporting erections, can we? And it will protect her from the disgusting male vice of self abuse, which I understand has been a habitual problem for this one.”

The disappointment on Debi’s face is hard to miss. This touches the usually hard- hearted Miss Hall.

“But I tell you what, she is going to need someone to take care of her, prepare her for bed and make sure she doesn’t misstep while she is here. It will mean extra work, but maybe I can arrange something.”

“Really Miss Hall? That would be so wonderful! I promise you won’t be disappointed … .”

****

The physician’s assistant sets the laptop on a tray table next to the bed, and pulls up a rolling stool. She plugs one end of a cable into Austin’s collar, and the other end into the laptop.

Nurse Candi wipes Austin’s privates, or what’s left of them, with alcohol, smirking and rolling her eyes as she has to rub certain places a little harder to remove lipstick residue. Austin’s frenum piercing has healed nicely, as have the other piercings.

There are 10 piercings in all. One through Austin’s frenum, one above his penis, two beside it and two rows of three on either side of the cleft below.

She first removes the three piercings above and to the sides, leaving the frenum piercing intact, then, with an audible “click,” locks the balls of the frenum piercing into a “U”-shaped receiving spring clamp in the interior underside of the shield. She moves the shield so that the open part in which his penis is now locked and his penis point downward. The top and sides of the shield have pre-fitted labret studs which Nurse Candi expertly guides into the open piercing holes above and to the sides of his penis—the shield now nestled somewhat beneath the surrounding tissue, and the flesh of the appendage now covered in titanium and inaccessible to the touch. Candi screws titanium balls down onto the threaded shanks of the studs, and uses a special tool to lock the balls tight.

This is in no way painful to Austin—at least not yet, and he has yet to appreciate the permanence of what Nurse Candi has just done. .

She pauses to admire her work, and smiles.

“Absolutely perfect!”

She removes the other six piercings that penetrate though the lower sides of his ‘labia’ and ‘vulva,’ and cleans the sites.

She fits the retainer ring over his mound. As she does this the top of the ring ‘’clicks” as it engages and locks into a fitting on the top of the shield. She then slides posts first through flanges on the metal piece that separates the cleft, through the piercing holes and though openings in the interior of the the retainer ring—the threaded tips of the posts extend out through the outer edge of the ring. She finishes by screwing down titanium balls onto the posts, and locks them in place.

“All done.(laughingly) And her sex looks more like a ‘pussy’ than mine! Ready for activation.”

The physician’s assistant begins typing, prompting audio from the computer—

“Program initiated.”

“Searching for genital appliance.”

“Appliance engaged.”

The retainer ring and the collar beep in unison and a light at the top of the ring glows blue.

“Calibrating appliance.”

Another buzz from the collar.

“Initiating protocols.”

“Input administrator identity.”

The physician’s assistant types “MHall”.

“Input code.”

Miss Hall reads a six-digit number from her phone.

“Input subject name.”

Miss Hall answers “Chloe-Anne.”

The lights on the collar blink, and the name “Chloe-Anne” appears on the screen of the collar.

“Identify status.”

“Sissy.”

The word “sissy” appears in small print below.

“Program activation complete.”

“System check in progress.”

Miss Hall speaks—

“Computer—add Mentor—‘RNDebi’.”

“Mentor added.”

“Commencing positive reinforcement test sequence.”

“Positive reinforcement, Level 1 of 5 initiated.”

Austin feels his cock start to thicken in its titanium prison as pleasurable resonating pulses are emitted from the chastity directly through his frenum.

“Positive reinforcement, Level 2 of 5 initiated.”

The stimulation becomes far less subtle, causing the restrained Austin to shift uncomfortably in the bed.

“Positive reinforcement, Level 3 of 5 initiated.”

His breathing starts becoming ragged—and his pelvis begins to thrust involuntarily.

“Positive reinforcement, Level 4 of 5 initiated.”

His ragged breathing and involuntary movements intensify. His dick starts pumping pre-cum. He moans—

“Oh god please … !”

“Positive reinforcement, Level 5 of 5 initiated.”

The response is almost immediate. Austin barely lasts three seconds—

“I’m, i’m … !”

“That’s enough Computer.”

The stimulation immediately stops.

Austin’s orgasm is ruined. He thrusts and struggles in desperation, but to no avail. Pure frustration.

“Nurse Candi, please clean up his nasty mess!”

“Yes ma’am.” Candi quickly wipes up Austin’s pre—cummy goo.

“Computer, start disciplinary system check.”

“Commencing disciplinary test sequence.”

“Genital discipline, Level 1 of 10.”

Austin, surprised by this, feels painfully sharp electrical pulses being delivered through the piercing on the head of his cock He calls out—

“That hurts, stop!””

The computer continues—

“Genital discipline, Level 2 of 10.”

“Ayeee! No, please!”

“Genital discipline, Level 3 of 10.”

“Oh god, oh god, please please make it stop!”

“That’s enough Computer. Commence full discipline test.”

“Commencing full discipline test sequence.”

“Full discipline, Level 1 of 10.”

He is hit by pulses from the collar and below—causing his body to arch against its bindings—

“No, please!”

“Full discipline, Level 2 of 10.”

Austin’s body, now covered in sweat, tenses—

“Why? Ayeee! Please, no more! I haven’t … .”

“Full discipline, Level 3 of 10.”

Almost hysterical, he screams again.

“That’s enough Computer.”

Austin is given a few moments to recover.

Miss Hall clears her throat—

“Very well. Now that the controls have been placed we can move along to the real work.” She walks over to Austin’s bedside and looks down into his eyes—

“Your lovely Mistress has chosen quite a nice girl’s name for you, ‘Chloe-Anne’, by which you will now be known. I would hope that you will be a good girl and respect her wishes.”

“I would also hope that you fully appreciate the circumstances in which you find yourself. There is no way to escape this. The Manor takes great pride in creating perfectly trained and behaved subjects, and you will be no exception. And in case you are wondering, all of this has been merely in preparation for your actual training, which is soon to begin.”

“We are leaving you in the charge of Nurse Debi, who will help you get cleaned up and dressed and see that you’re discharged from our nice little ‘clinic’. ”

“Goodbye Austin.”

At that, the physician’s assistant, laptop in hand, Nurse Candi, pushing her cart, and Miss Hall depart, leaving Austin and Nurse Debi to themselves.

After they leave, Austin asks—

“What just happened?”

“Well, you’re now one of us.”

“C’mon Babes. Let’s get you out of that bed and cleaned up.”

Part Three

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Three

Austin dreams. He dreams strange strange dreams. And the dreams have almost a hallucinatory quality–as would accompany a fevered sleep. In his dreams he hears voices. Feminine voices talking about feminine things. Odd feminine things. And the dreams repeat—over and over and over.

After a time, he feels himself starting to regain consciousness. As he fights to awaken, he finds that he cannot move. His arms, legs, won’t respond—almost like they are being held. He struggles, with no success. Eventually he accepts the futility of his efforts, and relaxes.

He notices that there is something covering part of his face. He also becomes aware of a tightness from his chest down to his thighs—squeezing or constricting the areas. And he aches between the legs. He also notices a clear bag half full of liquid being held on a stalk above him—the tube running down from the bag no doubt administering some kind of intravenous substance.

“Good morning sleepyhead!”

He is startled by a smiling nurse Debi. She is wearing her white uniform, form fitting and cut short, and white nylons. Her uniform is accentuated by a pink-striped nurse’s pinafore and white cap, impeccable hair and perfect makeup. Delicately perfumed. A walking dream.

“Where am I?”

As he speaks, he realizes the his voice isn’t a resonant as it usually is.

“And what’s wrong with my voice? I sound like a girl!”

“You are recuperating from some minor surgeries. Nothing to be concerned about—everything is fine and you are healing quite nicely. One of the surgeries affected your voice, that’s all. Again, nothing you should worry about. And you are at The Manor.”

Austin remembers the events leading up to going through some kind of test—but everything after that is blank. Except for those unsettling dreams.

“But why, and why can’t I move?”

“The easy answer first. The medical restraints are to keep you from moving—from popping a stitch from the surgeries, or trying to get away. There’s no use in struggling against them or trying to escape. The Segufix are quite secure.”

“As for the why, that’s more complicated. First, you are here because someone wants you here, and that someone must have a reason. And why here? Because The Manor has ways of changing people in lots of different ways, both physically and psychologically. I was sent here to be changed, as have you.”

“Changed? Into what?”

“That depends on the client’s preference. And you are not the client. The client is the one who pays the bills. I was sent here by my husband, well, ex-husband, to be made more sexually ‘compliant’—basically to be turned into a slut. And so that’s what am. Anything sexual is irresistible to me.”

“But you’re a nurse?”

“Yes, I am a nurse. And a very good nurse. When my Superiors are away, I am sent here and work as a nurse. And they have been away quite a lot. But I am still a nurse. Nurses can be sluts too, you know. Trust me! See—look at my collar.”

Austin looks at her collar—below “Debi” the smaller print reads “Candy Striiper Slut.”

“Okay.”

“But what have I been sent here for?”

“Let me look.” (Picking up and looking at his chart—her brow furrows with concern.) She continues, almost sympathetically “Quite a lot, in fact. I’m not permitted to share, but I can tell you that the application states that you are a maid and your Mistress wants you to become more feminine and more obedient, and a far better maid. Apparently the voice is part of it.”

“Is my voice going to be like this forever?”

“Afraid so. But it is quite a pleasant girl’s voice—almost sexy.”

“The ache between my legs, did they … ?”

“You mean …? No, no, no. Everything is still there. Just a few piercings, an implant or two and surgical things to make way for your new chastity.”

“I still have to wear one?

“Afraid so. Anyone who is collared must. It’s part of how the Program controls us. I’m wearing one.”

“That means that you are being controlled?”

“That’s correct. As you are, or soon will be.”

“But you seem okay with it. I don’t understand.”

“It’s not really a matter of me being okay with it. The Program and other conditionings make it impossible not to accept. Resistance isn’t possible.”

Austin puzzles about the last part—of course he would be able to resist and escape this insanity—just as soon as Riley comes back and gets him out of here. Until then, he may have no choice but to go along.

“Now, it’s time to clean you up. This will be the first time I’ve done this while you’ve been awake.”

“First time? How long have I been here?”

“This will be the fourth day.”

“Four days?”

“Yes. Mostly to make it easier for The Manor to manage the process. But the neuro-linguistic programming has already begun.”

“Programming? The voices?”

“That’s right. And you’re being given some special ‘medication’ to enhance its effects and speed along the process (she nods at the clear bag of liquid). It will make you girlier, too. Now, first thing, I have to change you—your pants.”

Debi pulls on a pair of latex gloves, and unzips something covering Austin’s lower body. As she does he feels the constriction release. She then undoes the Velcro on the sides of his hospital underwear and throws the used item in a bin, and cleans him up using moist serviettes. Austin tries unsuccessfully to peer over his chest to see what he looks like below.

Debi’s ministrations make his cock start to get hard.

“Looks like everything is healing nicely down here, it will only be a day or two now, and I think we can do away with your surgical girdle—maybe just replace it with a waist support.” She slides the girdle off, freeing his body from the waist down. “Oh and look! That’s one of the cutest little things I’ve ever seen! Is that as big as it gets? Mind if I? I’ll be gentle.”

Austin, thinking she just wants to touch it , answers “Sure.”

He sees her lower her head, and inhales sharply when he feels her warm mouth on it.

“What are you … ? Oh my! Please don’t stop!”

Debi responds, her mouth still full, with a garbled “Don’t you worry about that!, “ and expertly brings him to orgasm. The orgasm lasts and lasts, courtesy of his having been denied for so long, and except for a drip on her cheek and one on her chin, she captures it all, savoring and swallowing. She looks up at Austin—“That was truly impressive! How on earth can such a small little thing produce so much goo? I’ve never seen so much at one time!”

Austin struggles to speak—

“Did you just do what I think you did, know you did?”

(Smiling and acting coy, carelessly stroking his deflating nub.) “Yes. I hope it was okay. As I mentioned earlier I’m a slut—unable to resist sexually pleasing people, even sissies like you. It’s just a part of my conditioning.”

“It was fantastic! Your tongue felt awesome!”

“Thank you. A girl should always take pride in her work. And the tongue thing, that was because of the piercing.” (Debi shows Austin her tongue, revealing a small one centimeter metal ball in the center.) “Part of the ‘slut’ package, I’m afrsaid.”

She continues—

“If you don’t mind me asking, may I do that again sometime soon? I mean real soon, before they put on your chastity? After that, I’ll only be able to lick the sissy drool off it. Still good, but not even close to being the same.”

“Um, yeah, well, sure. Of course. Any time. But Nurse Debi, I’m not really a sissy.”

(Sympathetically, touching his cheek.) “Of course you’re not, dear. But at this point, it doesn’t matter what you once were.”

Debi finishes cleaning Austin up, fits him with and zips up a constricting waist support, gives his limp little thing a peck, and redresses him in clean pants.

“Now I have to get on with my rounds (as she picks up a hypodermic and starts filling it from a vial). I’m going to give you some ‘medicine’ that may make you have some very lucid dreams—but what you think you are dreaming will really be from the recorded programming you will be hearing. It’s kind of like an accelerator. “

“No, … please?”

Austin struggles against his bonds as she injects the substance into the port in his arm.

“Sweet dreams, Babes. I’ll be back to ‘change’ you again (winking) in a while.”

Part 4

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Four

Austin’s dreams are far more vivid, and far more erotic. Oddly erotic. He dreams of being dressed as a maid, feminine item by feminine item, and becoming more aroused with each addition. He sees himself as a maid, and feels deep humiliation. The humiliation arouses him more.

He dreams that he is being taught to curtsy— he clearly hears instructions from a female voice—

“A maid must always practice her curtsies. The curtsy is the ultimate gesture of supplication. When you curtsy to a superior, it means many things. First, it clearly communicates that you are a maid and that by that gesture you submit to your superior, and it overtly demonstrates your submission. It also thanks your superior for allowing you to serve, and it invites the superior to use you sexually or to debase and abuse you if he or she pleases. In essence, by curtsying, you offer yourself to the superior.”

“A maid quickly finds that when she curtsies wearing her service uniform, makeup and perfume the effect of the curtsy on her weak and obedient sissy mind is heightened and amplified, overwhelming her mind with submissiveness. Don’t be surprised as this happens to you, sissy. And you will be curtsying frequently. Very frequently, sissy.”

“In maid service, you are always to speak, only when spoken to, in a lisping, girly voice, and your sentences should always be punctuated by “Master”, “Mistress”, “ ma’am” or “sir”. You must always curtsy when entering or leaving a room and after addressing a superior. You are not to look a superior in the eyes, but instead your eyes should be downcast—preferably focused on your superior’s genital area, if your superior is male, or feet, if your superior is female … .”

Austin decides in his dream that he would rather not have to curtsy. He certainly won’t do that.

The dreaming continues, though, the words coming into and going out of focus, again and again.

He dreams of being the subject of a living makeup tutorial–with each product being applied, concealer, foundation, blush, bronzer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipliner, lipstick, lip gloss, progressively arousing him. He dreams that he sees himself fully made up, and again feels deep humiliation and even more intense arousal.

He then dreams that he is being sexually stimulated. Is it Riley? Is it someone else? He awakens, finding himself on the verge of orgasm. He looks down, his eyes now open, only to see a nurses’s cap and the top of Debi’s head bobbing up and down between his legs.

“Nurse Debi, what are you doing?”

She immediately pauses.

“Oh, sorry! I was cleaning you up and couldn’t help myself. I didn’t think you’d mind, and you don’t usually wake from that. I’ll stop.”

“No no, I definitely don’t mind, and didn’t mean for you to stop. You just surprised me. By all means, please … .”

This makes Debi happy. She smiles, flashing a mouth full of perfect white teeth.

“The pleasure is mine!”

Another mind blowing orgasm follows.

Afterwards, Debi straightens herself up, smooths her dress and checks herself in a small mirror. She is a vision of loveliness. Today’s nursing pinafore is pastel green with white trim. She examines herself in the mirror.

Speaking out loud, but distractedly, to the mirror—

“I think I messed up my makeup that time. I’ll have to fix it when I am done here.”

She realizes that she has forgotten her ‘patient’.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot myself. Good morning!”

“Um, good morning to you too!”

“So, are you going to let me out of these restraints today?”

“I wish I could, Babes, but I can’t. ‘Doctor’s orders.’

Well, not really, but I like saying that. The truth is that you have to stay like this until your chastity is installed and your collar and chastity are engaged and calibrated. But there is good news, I will be checking the bandages on your chest and we’ll get to see what that looks like.”

“Can you at least tell me what they did there,?”

“I can do even better, I can show you! And I’ll give you a little bath at well.”

Debi tugs at the top of his chest covering. The zipper releases and Austin feels the constriction ease. She fusses with the covering a little and eases it off. She gasps audibly.

“Oh my, they’re magnificent! You are going to be so thrilled!”

“What are magnificent?”

“Your breasts, of course! I couldn’t tell with that compression bra you were wearing, but I had my suspicions. They’re huge, and absolutely perfect! They even did your nipples, plump and fat, and areole, and your nipples are starting to get hard! They’ll look so delicious pierced!”

Austin is gobsmacked. Breasts? Pierced? He strains to see—“I cannot really see them that well.”

“Hold on—I’ll get the mirror.”

Nurse Debi holds up the mirror so Austin can see.

“Those are, … those are mine?”

“Yes they are. They’re absolutely gorgeous!”

Without asking, Debi bends over and takes one of his nipples into her mouth. “Umm. This is nice!”

Austin feels an almost electric jolt of arousal in his loins, forcing him to squirm aagainst the restraints. His deflated cock stirs. Debi smiles as she sees this.

“It looks like someone else likes your boobs!”

She looks at her watch as if debating something—“Yes, I think there’s time.”

Debi rolls Austin’s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Looking down at his hardening cock, obviously pleased with herself and grinning—

“Yup. It works every time!”

Austin is soon cumming again. He is finding this all to be too odd for words, but, restrained as he is, he has no choice other than to accept it. He supposes that things could be worse.

After she finishes, Nurse Debi removes Austin’s waist support, sponges him clean, dries him, and fits him with a new compression bra, support and dry hospital underwear.

“Now you are going to need to wear a bra like this for a while to protect your ‘girls’ until they are fully healed. The few stitches there and down below will fully absorb in time.”

“Nurse Debi? You said something yesterday that I’ve been wondering about. Something about not being able to resist. I don’t understand. How is that?”

“Well, your ‘therapy’ will be different than mine, so I can’t say with certainty what it will be like for you. But that test you took established a baseline for the AI Program. Your collar has, and your chastity will have, sensors that provide information to the Program so that it can ‘learn’ you—how you think, how you react—that kind of thing. It will also see, real time, what you are experiencing. The Program has been learning from your collar the whole time you have been here—through all those dreams and your reactions to my, well, you know, playing with your cute little penis. And the learning is progressive. Basically, over time, the Program comes to know your thoughts. Cutting edge stuff.”

“Once the chastity is engaged and calibrated with your collar the Program will take more and more control over you. Kind of like a full time dominant. Unfeeling, inflexible and unrelenting—only subject to the control of your Superior. My programming rewards me with sexual stimulation for compliance and obedience, and punishes me with sexual pain for disobedience, even for as small a thing as merely thinking about resisting or not obeying. That, coupled with the other conditionings, allows the Program to control your will. You learn pretty quickly. I didn’t even know what was happening. And those other conditionings? They’re more like brainwashing—among other things eroticizing everything The Manor wants you to be helplessly aroused by. And the Program uses that helplessness against you. Wicked stuff.”

Austin’s blood runs cold.

Things just got a whole lot worse!

“Nurse Debi, you have to help me get out of here! (Austin struggles against his bonds.) Now! Please? I beg you!”

“Sorry, Babes, I wish I could, but there is no way I can. It would be disobedience, and I would be severely punished.”

“Now you need to get some rest. (Again filling a hypodermic from a vial.) Tomorrow is going to be a big day!”

“Nurse Debi, please don’t!”

“Sorry Babes.”

She injects the contents of the hypodermic into the port in his arm.

“Sweet dreams!”

Part 5

Austin sleeps, dreams and hears voices. His mental will to resist the words is fading—progressively weakening. His conscious mind retains very little. His subconscious, however, hears and retains every word. In a semi-lucid moment he hears part of what is being said—

“There is being implanted within your mind, sissy,  all the thoughts and images needed to turn you into a  perfectly effeminate and mindlessly obedient sissy girl. Most of that work is done. The mere passage of time and your compulsions will do the rest. How long will it take, sissy? It doesn’t matter, because it will eventually happen. That is, if it hasn’t happened already. By now you accept that there is no longer a way out of this for you, sissy.”

“No one will ever think of you as male again. The moment they see you, the moment they hear you, the moment they smell you, the moment they observe your movements, they will see you only as a sissy  ….” 

The voices fade away. 

Only to return—

“ …  Among other responsibilities and duties, a sissy, particularly one who has been brought into domestic service, must worship and clean asses in a particular way. Unless her superior otherwise directs, a sissy girl is to be on her  knees when worshiping a superior’s ass. She should start by smelling it—from top to bottom, gently spreading the cheeks. She must know her superior’s scent, sissy. Then,  starting at the top, she should gently lick, in small licks, the entire length and depth,  all the way to the bottom. She must know her superior’s taste, sissy. Once she has done this a time or two, she should move on to the center of attention—the dark brown part. She should tongue the rim of the opening, using circular motions, reversing every so often, but  not penetrate it. Her  superior will enjoy this. After lingering there, her tongue should start penetrating her superior, a little at at time, until her  tongue is fully extended, and she should fuck her superior with her tongue, slowly at first,  revisiting the circular rimming from time to time. She should continue until her superior directs her  to  stop. When to stop is not her choice … “

The dreaming continues, though, the words  coming into and going out of focus, again and again.  

Morning comes, and Austin stirs, slowly finding consciousness. The last night’s  dreams, or voices, whatever they were, were even more  disturbing and unsettling. So much talk of kneeling, kissing and worshiping things with his mouth and lips—women’s feet and backsides, men’s shoes and boots, men’s and women’s genitals. Some of it erotic and enticing, some of it humiliating and terrifying. But all somehow arousing. All while kneeling. In his dreams he couldn’t help but  kneel and obey. 

The awake Austin decides that he will never kneel and expose himself to those kinds of terrible things. Never. 

“Good morning! I hope we slept well last night”

A smiling Nurse Debi startles Austin. He wonders how  anyone can have so much energy and enthusiasm so early in the day?

 She is again impeccably dressed in her uniform. Today’s  pinafore is white with light blue stripes. A perfect match for her eyes. Austin catches the scent of her perfume as she moves about the room. His cock stirs. 

Debi continues—

“Today is the big day! Today, the rest of your bandages come off and you’re going to be fitted with your ‘permanent’ chastity. I must say that I’ve gotten quite fond of my ‘little’ friend down there—I’ll really miss it. And it’s always so full! We’ll have to work in one last time!”

“Did you say ‘permanent’?”

“Well, I suppose that ‘technically’ it could be removed. I mean, mine can be removed, at least partially, but that’s for a reason—so I can be used for sex. My clit shield always stays on, so even if I’m getting fucked I cannot orgasm unless the Program allows it. But I cannot imagine a reason why anyone would want to use yours for sex. So why would anyone remove it?” Besides, I believe you are going to be fitted with the Axsmar lockable piercings. The titanium is very difficult to cut.”

“But, but … does Riley know?”

“Of course, silly. She’s the one who ordered it.”

The hangover from the night’s sleep, and all that went with it, coupled with this news, overwhelms Austin’s  weakening sissy mind. 

Debi continues—

“The wonderful thing about these male chastities is that once they are on the  male’s genital area  becomes indistinguishable from a chastitied female’s area.”

 Austin doesn’t understand—

“How can that be?”

“Well, the female version consists of a clitoral shield, which is attached by several piercings,   and an oblong metal retaining ring, somewhat similar to a ‘Fufu Clip’, which captures the mons. A controller, basically several microchips and a power supply, is embedded within the thicker top of the ring. The  top part of the ring mates with the clit shield, and the lower part of the ring, which captures and spreads  the labia, is attached via several piercings —through the vulval ‘lips’. The female retainer differs from the male retainer in that in the female version the bar that separates the labia  can be removed, but not by the wearer, for hygiene and other purposes.”

“For the male, a modified clitoral shield of about the same size is attached  to and curled around the glans of the penis, held on by similar  piercings, then the whole thing is covered  by the ring, and piercings secure the retainer.  The doctor who did your breasts is quite capable, and by reducing the skin where your testicles  once were and inserting small implants you now have something resembling a female mons and labia to support the piercings.”

“So two clitoral shields, two sets of pierced ‘lips’ and identical controllers. There you have it—two identical ‘pussies’ in chastity! And the pussies  tend to be wet most of the time too—but for different reasons. The only ways  to tell them apart are by smell, and taste, of course. 

“But wait! You said I still have testicles?”

“Right, you do. But they are now above everything— tucked into your inguinal canals, courtesy  of the surgeries. Out of sight. Your ball sack is quite empty, and quite a bit smaller.”

Austin is speechless. Debi continues on—

“We should probably start by cleaning you up!”

The nurse adeptly removes the hospital underwear, and proceeds to wipe Austin clean. This has the expected effect and Austin’s cock quickly finds its way into Debi’s mouth.  

She looks up, pausing momentarily—

“This is so my favorite part of being a nurse! Or is it of being a slut? Gosh,  I don’t know. Maybe both?”

Austin finds himself desperate to cum as she talks. She notices—

“Oh, sorry! I lost my train of thought! Now where was I? Oh yes,  … (again dropping her head)!”

She returns to her task and soon Austin finds himself squirting and squirting into her luscious mouth. 

It takes a moment for Austin to recover. Debi continues about her work. 

“You are absolutely fantastic at that. How did you get to be so good?”

“Why thank you! I wish I could take credit for that but it’s all The Manor. I absolutely hated it before I was sent here. But don’t worry, you will be just as good at it once you finish your  training.”

“Just as good at it?”

“Oh Dear! I shouldn’t have said that. But yes,  they are going to train you to be a  slut too.  Sorry!  It says so right there on your chart. And the  programming has already started—those voices, you know? You’ll be just like me, but not a nurse slut. You’ll be a maid slut, I guess.(Giggling.) Won’t that be wonderful?”

Things don’t seem to be improving for poor Austin!

“All right, let’s see what you look like under those bandages.”

Debi gently peels away the bandages, and uses a solution to remove the excess adhesive. She steps back—

“Babes,  you are absolutely beautiful! Full pillowy lips, perfect cheekbones, cute nose—all I can say is wow! Here. Look!”(Holding up a mirror.) “That doc is amazing!”

Austin looks at himself in the mirror and is stunned. He can kind of recognize himself, but all traces of maleness are gone. 

“Nurse Debi, this is scaring me.”

“Oh Babes, it will be okay.”

“But I don’t know how to be a girl!”

“It will be okay, I promise. I will help you Babes. And I know The Manor will ‘help’ as well.”

Just then a physician’s assistant and another nurse come into Austin’s room. Miss Hall is with them. 

Part two (honest – forgot to post part two, Deborah Ford)

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Two

Many thanks for Chloe taking the time to add an additional chapter to the series Austin and Riley.

Hope you enjoy it. Deborah Ford

Corbin has to go out of the country for several weeks—maybe a month,  leaving  Riley alone with Austin. A week into the separation, after sending  Austin to bed and a couple glasses of red wine, she decides to go through his web history (from when he had computer access) and surfs his sissy sites. She is captivated. All the things she sees that she once found so repulsive are now quite interesting. She finds herself getting quite damp. God she misses Sir’s fat cock–she so needs it right then and right there! 

She continues looking through sites and comes upon one in particular which purports to offer residential training services—for both male and female submissives. And the results are guaranteed. There are even options for training sessions of one to six weeks, with the possibility of certain “enhancements” to be added. And according to the site, the “residential facility “ is within 40 kilometers of the center of town. 

She marvels at what she reads, thinking that it is amazing the things that are out there to milk money from dumb sissy perverts.  She continues exploring the site until she notices in the maid training section a warning:

“Sissy, understand that a significant amount of time, effort and resources must be devoted by a  superior to the training of a sissy maid. Once the training starts, because of the investment the training requires, most  superiors will make sure that the maid in training will have no opportunity  to withdraw from the arrangement. After training begins, deviations from expected behaviors will not be tolerated, and punishments and corrections will be swift, effective and often excessive. Obedience becomes stricter. The maid’s  will to fight or resist her new-found position must be severely and completely broken. For this reason, a sissy predisposed to serving as a  maid should very clearly understand the potential perils of her dalliance  and the possibility that her servitude may,  perhaps involuntarily, come to be permanent. Many Masters and Mistresses will even go to the expense, well worth it, of sending their sissies  to residential facilities for specialized training, conditioning and, most importantly, breaking. Few sissies have ever recovered from having their wills so broken. But even fewer sissies have been able to resist the fantasy. And, sissy,  some maids’ collars never come  off. 

Careful what you wish for, sissy.”

As she reads it, Riley feels her pussy twitch and gush. 

“If only this were real.” 

After the warning there is a link marked —“Serious inquiries only.”

The wine and her arousal make clicking the link irresistible. 

The next screen asks her if she is inquiring as a dominant, for purposes of training a submissive, or as a submissive. 

“Right, me submissive?”

She enters  “Dominant.”

An application opens up on the screen before her. 

Her mind is now  even more clouded by  arousal and wine. She first reads, and then completes,  the application , fully disclosing the history and circumstances and what she would like to achieve. Full breaking.  She is surprised at the detail of the questions. Once it is completed, she clicks send, after having touched  herself to several orgasms, of course, and retires for the night. By the time she wakes in the morning, she has forgotten about having sent in the application. 

The next day she finds at the top of her inbox a response. And her browsing activities of the last evening come back into focus. It just so happens that there is an opening for a session beginning the next day. The response apologizes for the short notice, but asks if she would be available for an interview that afternoon, without Austin, of course.  

She thinks for a moment. Corbin did, after all, ask her to join him. And it would be pretty hot to send Austin off for some proper training … .

She reasons that there is no downside to the interview, and accepts the invitation. 

The interview is at an office downtown. Riley is a bundle of nerves as she parks her car outside a sprawling seemingly unoccupied 1930s building. It was covered in ‘Office Space to let’ signs, but with it being sited in the wrong part of the city to attract clients she suspects  that it would remain unoccupied for many years to come. The building was tucked by the closed dockland area and was the only part of the city almost devoid of traffic. 

There were few people around, and the area seemed safe enough, so she locked her car and walked briskly to the building entrance. She found the elevator and pressed three. The elevator opened to a hansomly furnished lobby, with a reception desk and a very pretty and perfectly made up and dressed blonde receptionist. 

“I am here for a 2:00 appointment.”

The receptionist smiles warmly—

“Please come with me.”

By the time she is seated in the comfortable dark-paneled office Riley  is again a bundle of nerves. The nervousness did nothing, though,  to calm her between the legs. Her pussy throbbed and dripped constantly.  She was grateful that she had suspected that this might happen and wore extra “feminine ” protection just in case. 

The interview was cordial and professional. It was evident from the start that the two ladies with whom she met, both of whom appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, pretty and fashionably though almost severely dressed, were incredibly knowledgeable and dedicated. 

Riley explained the current relationship–

“Sir, I mean Corbin, is dominant to both me and Austin.  I guess you would call him the “Bull” in our relationship. I am Austin’s Mistress, something I do love.”

“But I want to go farther with Austin. I do love him but he can at times be quite petulant, and, well, bratty. Both of which can spoil the dynamic for me. And Sir, I mean Corbin, can be so cruel to Austin.”

Her admission that she was submissive to the Bull raised eyebrows and both ladies exchanged glances.

“Miss Johnson, would you have any interest in personal submissive training yourself? It might help you with your … Sir.  If so, we are more than happy to accommodate.”

Though this question did cause Riley’s pussy to clench involuntarily, she quickly regained her composure. 

“No, no, this is only for Austin.”

She thought about the invitation some more. 

“Yes. Only for Austin now.”

She asked about the “enhancements” she saw reference to on the web site–what did that mean. 

The ladies smiled–one spoke–

“Oh that. Some of our clients do prefer that their male submissives be more feminine physically, and we do offer some cosmetic improvements–breast implants, fat redistribution, better lips and cheekbones—that kind of thing. We can even rid most of them of their Adam’s apples and raise their voices an octave or two. Are you interested in this?”

Riley had never considered this and was taken off balancce.

“Does that require a longer stay?”

“Not necessarily. We have found that both the training  and enhancements can be completed in a typical three to four week session.”

“Before I say no, let me think about it. Can I let you know when I drop Austin off?”

“But of course. While you are considering we do advise that their male parts be left more or less intact, even though they tend to be useless to their superiors in these situations. They help maintain a humiliated submissiveness and can be quite useful in punishments.”

“Very well.” 

“I must say that I am very impressed. Do you have papers for me to sign? And how do we work payment?”

“Our assistant has taken the liberty of drawing up the documents, and we can sort out payment later. We will have more than adequate ‘collateral.’ “

“What time should we be here tomorrow?”

“Oh dear! We forgot to mention that this is not our residential facility. The owner made a special accommodation so that we could meet. Our facility is in the county about a half hours’ drive. We are part of a loose association of like- minded facility owners, and while similar, but different, training is offered here, the facility is not ours, though we do on occasion have some of their,  let’s say, more ‘difficult’ pupils referred to us. No, this is actually run as a club for those similarly inclined. In fact, we are happy to arrange for you and your ‘Sir’ to visit upon his return.”

The interview winds down, and Riley completes the paperwork and departs the office. She is quite spent from the interview—so much so that she hasn’t the energy to touch herself down below, even in the privacy her own car. Her pussy, though, continues to throb as she navigates the streets. 

When she reaches home Austin greets her in his hotel maid’s uniform with a curtsy. 

Riley brushes a ringlet of blonde hair from his face, and touches, then kisses, his nose. 

“Maid—I have a truly wonderful surprise for you, but I must keep it secret for now. What I can say is that you and I are both going somewhere, taking a trip, so we must pack our bags and button up the house. This is going to be so wonderful!”

“Now Babe, we are going to need to leave early tomorrow, so we will need to be early to bed. And I will pack your things and lay out your outfit for tomorrow while you tidy after dinner.”

Riley is too excited and aroused to sleep. Out of desperate need she makes Austin please her orally until she is so sensitive that she can no longer bear being touched. If ever she needed Sir’s cock, it was now!

Austin, who after that encounter felt more loved than ever by Riley, was  put to bed in his maid’s quarters, and an alarm was set. 

“You are to be dressed and ready by no later than 8:00. We have somewhere to be by 9:00.”

She kissed his cheek goodnight. 

By 8:00 in the morning, Austin and Riley are dressed and ready to go, and the car is packed. Austin initially demurs at the pink and white Peter Pan collared dress, pantyhose and underwear Riley had put out for him, but it only takes a single dark angry scowl from her  to disabuse him of any thoughts of resistance. As an accommodation, Riley does allow him a light coverup. 

Riley entered the address in the cars gps, and in no time they arrive at the gate of what must have once been a grand manor house. It was quite off the beaten path in a quiet wooded area. The gate attendant acknowledges that they were expected and allows them entry. 

By the looks of the grounds, considerable effort and resources had recently been employed to bring the house and its dependencies and gardens back to their former condition. There was even what looked like a stable. Very impressive indeed, thought Riley. 

By now Riley is so sexually aroused she is almost shaking. “Just be calm”, she tells herself. 

She pulls the car up to the Porte Cochere, and is greeted by a valet. 

“Miss Johnson, we’ve been expecting you.”

There it is, the use of her maiden surname again. She wonders why? She looks at Austin, who is taking in the surroundings and seemingly did not notice. 

The valet leads them into the house and to an anteroom of sorts. He asks Austin for his coverup. 

Though thoroughly humiliated, Austin relinquishes his coverup, earning a stifled chuckle and smirk from the valet. He feels his cock engorge in its confines and squirt in his panties. 

“Miss Johnson—right this way”—motioning to the closed doors of the next room.

And to Austin—

“Please wait here.”

Riley is led into the next room, and the doors close. 

Austin waits for what seems like an eternity, wondering what is going on and why Riley was addressed as “Miss Johnson.”

For Riley, the time in the office seemed to last an eternity as well, but a different kind of eternity—an eternity suspended in something akin to not so subtle foreplay. 

The valet returns for Austin, and he is ushered into the room. Riley and the two women from the interview are present, Riley and one of the women, who has the air of one in control, are seated. 

The standing woman approaches Austin, examining his every detail. Riley thinks “almost predatorily.” She looks him in the eyes and gently touches his cheek. 

“Very pretty. Very pretty indeed.”

Riley, whose pussy just throbbed almost painfully, addresses Austin—

“Darling Maid,  as you know, Sir invited me to join him on his trip and I declined, citing other ‘obligations,’ which were primarily related to you.”

“These kind people have offered to assist me with these obligations and to help me and Sir with your training. This will allow me to both visit Sir and help you become a more pleasing maid. So you will be staying here for a short time.”

Austin doesn’t notice that the valet, who has been standing behind him, is holding wrist cuffs. Before Austin can react, the valet deftly captures  both Austin’s wrists, locking them behind his back. 

“But Riley!” He cries out. 

She rises. And goes to him. Again brushing a ringlet of  hair from his face. 

“Shush. Sweet maid, I want you to be a good girl while you are here, understand? And when I get back things will be the same as they were before, only better. Okay?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She leans in and kisses him, fully and passionately, full on the lips. 

A shiver runs  up his spine. 

The lady behind the desk clears her throat and speaks—

“Miss Johnson, I’m afraid we do have a schedule to keep and your little one here needs to get on her way. She will, however, need to be fitted with a collar before she’s left in our charge (producing a shiny steel collar which looks to have embedded electricals).  And we usually ask our clients to do the honors. Would you mind? It’s more symbolic than anything.”

“Of course.” 

She takes the collar and approaches Austin—

“This won’t hurt Maid, I promise.”

“But Riley ….”

The collar clicks, activating a screen at the front, and two small lights, which first blink red, then green, illuminate.  The collar clicks again and beeps. 

The lady speaks again—first to her—

“Thank you Miss Johnson,”

And then to the valet—

“You may now take the new pupil. Miss Johnson an I have a few housekeeping matters to discuss.” 

The valet attaches a leash to Austin’s collar and leads Austin, eyes pleading, from the room. 

“Miss Johnson, we will need a proper girl’s name, the more feminine the better,  for our ward. Our experience is that the training goes much better the more we disassociate them from their male selves. Have you ever given this any thought or have one in mind?”

Riley pauses thoughtfully.  

“Well, I’ve always liked ‘Chloe’ but that name is so common these days . How about ‘Chloe-Anne?’ That’s both pretty, unusual and girly.”

“That will be perfect.”

“Any more questions, Miss Johnson? 

“I don’t think so.” 

Riley gets up to leave. As she does, she thinks back to the conversations at the interview, and her pussy spasms and clenches involuntarily, further drenching her already soaked panty liner. She turns back to the lady in charge—

“Ma’am, I almost forgot. In thinking about it, I do want to go forward with the ‘enhancements’ we discussed, if that is still possible.”

“It would be our  pleasure, Miss Johnson. You will not be disappointed .”

“Thank you, Miss Hall. I’m sure I won’t.”