Dark Towers

By Deborah ford

Chapter 1  

 

Justin looks in the mirror and sighs.

“I dunno if I can handle this, love.”

Ella is too busy working on her eye make up to look at him.

“Honey, you know what Caleb said. If you want the full cuck experience, then you follow the rules.”

They are in the warm changing room at Dark Towers preparing themselves as instructed by the Bull in their relationship. It could be a well-maintained hotel room, with its bed, wardrobes, cupboards and en-suite. It is spotless, for reasons Justin will soon learn to understand.

He pushes his palms down the side of the tiny pink shorts, almost painted onto his hips and bum. He looks ridiculous, and he knows it. The rear of the shorts is cut so high that they pull up his arse cheeks obscenely, like those of a hooker walking the streets.

Matching the tight pink shorts is a body-hugging white and pink cropped top with large letters in pink stating: CUCK. His legs are encased in golden brown tights, and his feet are strictly contained in a pair of black high heel shoes.

He is grateful for the tiny steel chastity cage as that protects his penis from being crushed by the absurd hot pants.

 What makes him feel sick is that he knows Caleb will find his outfit hilarious.

“I really think we need to talk about this,” he moans

She steps back to check her eyes and is satisfied. “We talked enough about all this. Especially you! You didn’t stop!”

She isn’t even looking at him. He is her husband, and he feels even more relegated than all the times their Bull, Caleb, came around to screw her. The powerful alpha male could make Justin feel like a servant simply by entering their home.

The calm Caleb didn’t pay much attention to Justin in his maid’s uniform, but there was something powerfully erotic about being ordered about so casually by his wife’s lover. A true sissy cuck experience that excited them both. Ella loved the way Caleb took immediate charge of the situation.

As soon as Caleb mentioned the club for Bulls, Hotwives and cucks, Justin’s eyes lit up. He even asked where it was. Caleb sharply gave him that cold stare, forcing Justin to look away in his maid’s outfit. As the Bull, Caleb had made it clear, he didn’t expect to hear from the cuck maid.

In fact, he still didn’t know much about the club. A group of black guys had established a club called Dark Towers, and only white married women were invited to it. If they wished to attend, their husbands had to agree to be sissified servants at the club.

And that was about it. The sum total of the knowledge Justin and Ella had before they signed up for the weekend. Friday night to Sunday morning.

Pushing out one knee, Ella studies the way the short sparkly blue dress clings to her stockinged thigh. She smiles. Caleb will love how she looks.

The collywobbles in Justin’s tummy spin faster. He need reassurance. “I mean, love, did he say how many people would be here. How many I’d be serving?”

Ella closes her eyes, showing a level of irritation with him that the usually passive wife has never before demonstrated. Why was she so cross?

Again, with her eyes fixed on her appearance, checking the thin straps of the figure hugging dress, she says, “You know Caleb told you not to call me ‘love’ or ‘honey’ or anything like that. Not while we’re here.” She spins around to study her gorgeous protruding arse in the reflection. “And you know you don’t like him spanking you.”

“That’s because he uses his belt. We never agreed to that!”

“Justin, I suggest you behave yourself. Keep your mouth shut and you’ll be fine.”

Those are chilling words. His wife had never spoken to him so curtly. Even when it was her time of the month, she would be more likely to sulk than have a go at him.

“Love,” a wide-eyed Justin says, “I think we need to call it a night.  I’ll get changed back into my men’s clothes. We’ll get a pizza …”
The door thumps open, and the imposing figure of Caleb enters like a giant to the shorter, more slight couple. He is wearing a white shirt open to reveal his hairy chest, no tie, and grey slacks with polished black shoes. He has rough stubble as if he hasn’t shaven for a few hours.

Fortunately for Justin, he rarely needs a shave. Ideal for a sissy who loves wearing girlish clothing.

Caleb only has eyes for the woman he is going to shag throughout the night. Tonight, he won’t have to go home. They can fuck until the morning.

His voice is low and calm, as if it’s coming from a massive chest. “Well now, fuck. Just look at you!”

A giggling Ella raises her arm to receive the cuddle she has been so looking forward to. There is a hot quality to being manhandled and embraced by a true masculine male. At six feet four, and thick set, Caleb exudes masculinity.

They kiss.

A nervous Justin clears his throat, “Excuse me, but, Caleb, this is all very exciting, but we have changed our minds and …”

He realises they cannot hear him. They are too lost in a deep sexual kiss.

At the sight of his wife totally submitting to this amazing male, Justin finds himself spurting into his panties under the tights and tiny shorts.

As the kiss finishes, though Ella’s mouth hangs open ready for more, Caleb takes the wife under his arm and swings around to face Justin, with his palm out.

“Keys,” he states curtly, as if speaking to an underling.

“Oh yes, of course,” Justin splutters.

He lifts up the collection of keys from the wall unit near the door and makes to hand them to Caleb, but the Bull withdraws his hand.

“One at a time, sissy. And tell me what each one does as you hand it over.”

“Ah. Sorry. Yes.” Why does he feel so flustered? He is like a child on his first day at school.

He needs to explain to Caleb that they are leaving the club and, of course, to apologise for wasting his time. Yet he finds himself obeying the brute.

“These are the two keys to the chastity cage,” Justin has to swallow. How humiliating to hand over both keys to his cage to the man who is screwing his wife.

Caleb raises his chin, so he is really looking down on the diminutive, fearful cuck. “And you put on the chastity cage I got for you? Not that cheap plastic, rip off one you got from the internet?”

“Oh yes, Sir, yes. Just as you instructed. It was hard to get on, too. It was so small that …”

Caleb’s hand juts out, shutting up the jabbering sissy.

“Right, so this is the key to the wardrobe that we have put our street clothes in.”

“Yeah? All your boy clothes are locked away in the cupboard?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Just like you said. I put my …”

Caleb nonchalantly takes the keys, stopping Justin mid-sentence.

Caleb says the wide-eyed, open-mouthed wife, “And your keys and stuff?”

“It is locked in the wardrobe just like you told us, Sir.”

He studies the wife, as if trying to sense any deceit. Finally, he smiles and nods. A relieved Ella smiles back.

Justin feels apprehension tickle his tummy. Doesn’t Caleb realise the power he now has? Neither Justin nor his wife would want to go home dressed as they are, even in a taxi. Without her coat, Ella would look like a complete tramp, and he would look too bizarre and comical for words. They are trapped at the club until Caleb unlocks the wardrobe door.

Caleb says dryly, “So your car keys, and your house keys, and everything is secured in the wardrobe?

“Oh yes. Really, they are,” Justin says eagerly, wanting to please this powerful figure.

Caleb grins. It’s not often Caleb looks at Justin with anything other than a scowl or contempt. Justin immediately feels a chill down his spine. Their dynamic has changed, and suddenly Justin feels demoted in the room.

It is a cold feeling, like ice running down the spine. He has total regret. He needs to speak.

“Sir, as I was saying …”

Caleb steps towards the door, making Justin jump aside.

He cracks it open.

“Hey Maya. They’re ready.”

Maya enters, and Justin’s dick immediately tries to erect. Even when it is crushed up against the metal, it continues to engorge painfully.

The reason? Maya is a black goddess. Maybe six foot, though the high-heeled, thigh length boots add inches. She is curvy and broad-shouldered in her catsuit, leather garb. She has a cane stuck down one of her boots and an aloof superiority that terrifies and inflames Justin.

He hasn’t seen a dominatrix as hot as her even online.

She is a dream. Or an erotic nightmare

And oh my God, as soon as she sees Justin in his tight little pink shorts and white and pink crop top, she sneers to one side of her gorgeous mouth.

“Oh my, my, my. What do we have here? A little baby sissy?” Her accent is American. A southern state’s purr, Justin reasons.

Ella giggles at Maya’s put-down, relishing how weak her husband is.

Caleb says, “I need them both collared. Don’t want them wandering around here without an owner. Any of the guys here will want to grab and collar them.”

Maya runs her finger around the delightfully thin neck of Justin. “Well, now, wouldn’t this cute little puppy look good in one of my collars.”

Justin tries to speak, but no words come out of his mouth.

Everyone finds this hysterically funny.

Caleb says, “Just my collar for now, Maya. But later? Well, I might feel generous and let you collar my boy. Just for the night.”

“Well, now wouldn’t that be fun?” She steps close up to Justin, knowing how her height intimidates him. “I have toys upstairs that a cute little sissy like you hasn’t even dreamed about.”

Justin is terrified. So why is he still spurting into his panties?

Caleb is suddenly impatient. “Let’s get them collared, shall we?”

With a knowing smirk, Maya opens a drawer and pulls out two shiny steel collars.

There is a blank plate along the front of both reading, ‘Owned by CH’.

Ella is manhandled towards the formidable-looking black woman, with her bare arms pinned to her sides.

Justin raises his hands helplessly, looking to defend his wife, but feeling totally ridiculous dressed in this sissy garb. He is powerless as Maya pulls the two sides of the collar around his wife’s neck and clamps it shut. The clunk sound is so final that Justin feels he has lost his wife to the brute.

Ella spins around to look at her reflection in the mirror where she had been perfecting her eye make-up. Her fingers run along the smooth metal of the collar as if it were a precious material.

Her eyes become misty, as if her brain has been switched off. She twists back to collapse in Caleb’s arms.

Her voice is breathless as if she has been running. “Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

He holds up her chin.

“You are mine now bitch. When anyone looks at you, they will first of all see my collar around your neck.”

Justin knows he must interject. At least complain. Just say something.

Like most sissies in the presence of truly powerful dominant people like Caleb and Maya, he is too crushed even to think straight.

Maya nods in the direction of the shocked sissy.

“How about your little boy, here?”

With a careless nod, Caleb says. “Yeh. Get him sorted.” He chuckles, showing his teeth. “Maybe I mean she. We don’t want her,” he emphasises ‘her’, “getting lost and no one being able to return her because they don’t know who the owner is.”

Maya chortles a loud raspy laugh that shakes Justin.

Justin finally knows he must stand up for himself and his wife. “But Sir. We didn’t discuss me being collared. In fact, I am sorry to say this, but you didn’t mention anything about Ella being …”

Already the collar is being wrapped about his neck. The cold steel shakes him into silence. With a gut-wrenching clunk, it locks home.

The sound is so final that Justin freezes.

It is so tight. Gripping his neck so he cannot forget he is wearing it.

Ella taps her tongue on her lips, staring at an object she has never before seen.

It is no longer her husband. What man is locked in a steel collar? He has somehow been reduced to something on par with a little pet. Perhaps a toy. There is only one real man in the room, and that is the one who has collared her. Collared her before her husband.

God, she needs to be screwed by him. Her eyes twinkle up at the only man in the room, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

“Maya,” Caleb says without taking his eyes from his prize, “get the sissy up to speed with what’s expected of her. Then have her start in the bar area.”

“Sure thing,” Maya grins. “You want her with a bit of make up?” She runs her thick fingers over Justin’s soft face. “I reckon we could have him looking real sweet.”

Caleb shrugs. “Whatever you want. Just make sure she’s up to speed.” He makes to lead the slut of a wife out, after all, he has his own room in the club, when he stops. “Oh, and you can’t beat her more than six times for any offence.”

Maya’s face crumples. “Awww!”

Caleb smiles at her. “Of course, if she commits more than one offence, then that’s six for each. Nothing more than a cane, too.” He smiles, “I know what you’re like!”

Again, Maya appears glum. Then she smiles evilly at her worried little pet.

“Don’t worry, Caleb. I’ll make sure your little pet gets up to speed!”

For the first time, Caleb smiles at the cuck, “if you know what’s good for you, then you’d better make sure you listen and learn. And learn fast. Maya doesn’t have much patience with first time sissy cucks.”

Maya steps forward, filling Justin’s vision.

“You better believe it, little boy.”

As Caleb leaves, he calls back, “Girl! Don’t call her boy. It’s always girl from now on.”

The door closes as Maya clamps her thumb and forefinger on Justin’s chin. It feels like a tool bench clamp.

The dominatrix’s eyes gleam, “So little girl, where shall we start?”

 

Chapter 2  

 

 

Justin is fascinated.

The face that stares back at him in shock is recognizably his, yet is feminine. There is light eye makeup, pink lipstick, and blusher to mould his cheeks. All of it is tasteful. None of it is overdone.

Maya laughs loudly. She often laughs and the laughs are always loud. A tall, intimidating woman, over six feet, who, with her leather catsuit gripping her curves, demands to be the centre of attention.

She most certainly is the centre of attention for Justin!

She grins, “Now don’t we look a picture?” That lovely Southern, United States drawl again.

Justin raises his chin to examine his new features better. Wow. He looks so feminine.

That bear of a laugh, again.

“My. Now, look at you, admiring yourself! Well, those men downstairs are going to be creaming themselves when they see you, babe!”

“Eh?”

Justin leaps from the chair.

“No. I am not going anywhere looking like this!”

The demeanour of Maya flips from joyous exuberance to a cold stare that could chill a blast furnace.

Justin steps back on his new heels, holding his breath. Should he apologise for his outburst?

The statuesque black woman slides the crop from her high-heeled, thigh-length boot.

He clears his throat.

“Maya, I think we need to …”

The crop clips his thigh, and it stings like nothing he can remember. She had barely taken back her forearm any distance, yet it cut him with great pain.

Her head tilts to one side the way a scientist might stare at a specimen in a lab.

“Now then, little one, I hope we are not going to get off to a difficult start.”

“Maya, I …”

Whack. The crop cuts the opposite thigh.

Even through the tights it stings.

“Now then,” she says evenly as Justin backs slowly away towards the wardrobe. “I did tell you. I did so quite patiently. I know what a bimbo you are. I am Miss Maya at all times. Didn’t I, precious?”

“Well, well, yes, yes. Quite right, Miss Maya.”

The admission pauses Maya’s advance, and Justin breathes again. He needs to escape this nightmare as soon as possible. Clearly, everyone at the Dark Towers is completely deranged.

The crop is brought up under his chin, raising his eyes to meet those of his tormentor.

“Now then, little one, tell me, can you envisage any time when you might be permitted not to address me as Miss?”

“No, no! Really. No, Miss Maya. But obviously not when outside the club, obviously.”

The swish of the crop stings his left thigh, and his hand drops to rub the soreness.”

“Really, babe? You think you must only be polite and well-behaved in our little club, here?”

Eh? He doesn’t understand. “Well, obviously, Miss Maya, if we meet on the street or in an office somewhere or …”

Crack.

Hard against the opposite thigh.

Her eyebrows are raised expectantly.

“Go on, babe, where do you think you should not address me in an appropriate manner?”

She was totally mad. Obviously, he couldn’t call her Miss Maya outside the club. But he knew the correct answer.

“Ah, I see, Miss Maya. Yes, I must always address you as Miss Maya.”

The crop taps under his chin again, but this time she sticks it hard into the flesh, gritting her teeth.

“Now you wouldn’t be telling me what you think I want to hear, are you?”

He swallows, feeling the crop on his jaw as he speaks.

“No, not at all, Miss Maya.”

She is suspicious.

“So when you tell your Mistress wife who taught you your basic manners, who will you say?”

“Oh, Miss Maya, of course. Miss Maya, always.”

With her free hand, she takes her phone from a rear pocket and wipes through some screens. “Oh, now look at that. Your Master hasn’t given you a name yet. How about that? I’ll give him a few. Cute Ass for one.”

She smiles at him in a way in which he knows he must smile back.

“Ah,” she reads from the screen. “The company you work for is OPC. You’re an accountant.” She bellows a laugh. “No wonder you are so boring.” She eyes him up and down. “But not so dull dressed like that, eh?”

Justin relaxes. If this bonkers, scary woman is laughing, surely, she is less likely to do him harm.

“Do you have a secretary?” Oh, that sexy Southern American accent again. “Ah, no. They call them personal assistants these days, don’t they? Do you have a P.A., Bimbo?”

He doesn’t want to answer, but the cane taps at his thigh, and she raises her eyebrows. He knows he has no choice.

“Erm, yes, Miss Maya, I do.”

“Ah-ah. And what is her name?”

What? He erects himself to his full five-six inches. Five foot nine in the heels.

“Well, I’d rather not say, if you don’t mind.”

Whack!

Justin yowls. The pain is intense as she has struck him in a place she has hit before.

“Look, please, Miss Maya. Obviously, what happens here stays here. It has nothing to do …Yeow!”

She hits his other thigh, and as he dances around to protect his thighs, she whips twice at his exposed buttock area.

Even though the tight pink shorts and tights, the pain is excruciating.

“I see my little sissy thinks he can make the rules! Do you want to tell me something else I can’t do, poppet?”

A hefty slap with the crop to his bum cheek makes him twist around with a squeal. He feels so exposed in this attire when in the presence of this sadistic monster. He backs away again until his back touches the wardrobe.

“You were going to tell me her name, precious. Remember?”

“Please don’t make me tell you …owwwww!”

He rubs both thighs hard. How can she hurt him so much with so little effort?

“Name, cuteness? I can do this all night.”

“Owwww!”

He feels tears threatening to sting his eyes.

“Taylor!” He calls out.

“Now that’s better. Oh, I do like you when you are obedient.” She looks at the ceiling, “Taylor. Such a sweet name. Is she good looking, this Taylor?”

Why was she asking that? He hated his real life being brought into this fantasy world.

“Yeh. I guess so.”

“You guess so. And do you fancy her, precious?”

He swallows, somehow knowing he cannot try to deceive this terrifying woman.
“Yes. A little. I think most guys do.”

She smiles sympathetically. “But I guess you are too short and slight for her? Eh? Hardly a real man.”

He is annoyed, “Well, you’re wrong on that!”

“How interesting. You’ve had an affair with her, haven’t you?”

Oh God!

“Look, Miss Maya, these things have nothing to do with you. Shall we stay in this fantasy world?”

He knows immediately that he should not have said those words.

Her grin is so spiteful that he wants to scream and run away. But there is nowhere to run to, especially dressed in this sissy outfit, of a cropped top reading CUCK, with the tiny pink shorts and heels.

“I tell you what, little one, how about we give Taylor a call? And you tell her how you are with Miss Maya, and she is teaching you how to be an obedient sissy. How about that?”

Justin’s jaw drops open. His mind freezes in shock.

“Let me see,” she says as she swipes through her phone and taps at the screen. Ah here is your company’s number.”

She wouldn’t!

Justin knows she wouldn’t dare do that.

But … but ….

Maya taps at the screen, and through the phone’s speakers, the familiar ringing sound can be heard.

What? No!

She is insane.

“Stop!” he yells,

She bites her lip as she strikes him three times.

He is close to tears, “Sorry, Miss Maya. Sorry. Please, just stop.”

A voice can be heard from the phone speaker. “Afternoon. This O.P.C. Limited, how may I help?”

It is Trisha at the reception desk! Justin recognises her voice immediately.

Suddenly, he is on his knees, hands clasped before the small pert breasts created by his A-size bra.

He mouths, “Please, no, no.”

She raises her eyebrows, her lips smiling with triumph, but says into the phone, “Ah, do you have a Taylor in the accounts department?”

Over the tiny speaker, Justin hears, “Yes, yes, she works with Justin Holden, our accountant. Would you like to speak to her?”

“Well, not me, it is little Justin who wishes to have a word. Put me through, please.”

“Certainly.”

The mobile plays the music heard with calls to organisations when the line is dead.

Justin tightens his hands together in the begging position.

“Please, please stop, Miss Maya. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Oh,” she says slowly, “All I want you to do is tell your girlfriend, your slut on the side, this Taylor slapper, who you are with and what I am teaching you.”

Tears appear in his eyes.

“Please, Miss Maya. Please. I promise to be good.”

Taylor’s sing song voice on the phone, “Hello? Justin, is that you?”

“Tears roll down his cheeks as he whispers, “Please.”

Maya turns off the phone and slides it into her rear pocket. Her expression is one of total victory, and Justin feels the pain in his stomach of abject defeat. He is crushed. He has totally given in to her.

As he looks up at the leather-clad giant towering above his kneeling form, he feels a mega shift in their dynamics.

She is now in charge. And he will be obedient.

She crouches down and strokes his cheek with a gentleness that surprises him.

“Aw, I do love it when you dumb subby cucks learn that it is no longer a game. It is always so painful for you. But it is done now, little one. Stand up.”

He rises quickly, using the back of his hand to wipe away his tears over his powdered makeup.

“So, let us try again. How will you introduce me to your girlfriend, Taylor?”

He bows his head and mutters, “As Miss Maya.”

“Just a little clearer, little one. I don’t want you mumbling in my presence. Everything you say and do reflects on me, your teacher. So have another go.”

“I would introduce you to Taylor as Miss Maya.”

She grins. “Oh my, yes, you will. Only your bit on the side is no longer Taylor to you. But Miss Taylor.”

He gasps.

“All women are now Miss to you.” She raises one eyebrow. “At all times.”

“Yes, yes, of course, Miss Maya.”

She laughs with delight. “Oh, you really do not understand. You think all this goes away when your Master permits you to leave Dark Towers.”

He is now so terrified he doesn’t know or even care what to think. He just needs to get through this and get himself and his wife, Ella, out of this home for the criminally insane.

She strokes his cheek again, loving his terrified submission. “And I do so look forward to you introducing me to your Taylor slapper. It will be so amusing to watch her realise what you really are. Not some pretend big shot for girls to look up to, but some timid little sissy pansy.”

Keeping his eyes lowered to the floor, Justin vows to ensure that will never happen.

“Now then,” she continues to swipe through her phone. “Your Owner hasn’t left much information about you on here at all. Your job. Some pals’ names.”

How much personal information has Caleb given the Dark Towers staff? Can they all see it? This is outrageous.

She reaches a fresh page and her face lights up. “Ah, your parents have divorced. You see your mum most weekends, what a good little sissy you are.”

He hates hearing her say his mother’s name. This is all going too far.

“Now then, sissy,” how will you introduce me to your mother?

He stares at her in complete shock.

“Erm, erm, erm, Miss Maya, please, I …”

Fifteen minutes of tormenting him later, Miss Maya intensifies his painful indignities dreadfully. She clips a leash to his collar and has him crawl behind her.

His mind is still troubled by the nightmare of his friends, workmates and family seeing him like this. How horrible to have to call all men Sir and all girls Miss!

Even the fact that he is now outside the changing room, crawling along the thick carpet on all fours on the end of a chain leash, doesn’t take away the disturbing imagery.

They are in a corridor, with light walls and a string of evenly spaced doors, like a hotel passageway. At the far end is a door with a clear notice, in large print: ‘Sissies Beyond this point only with Permission and Supervision’

“Now, little one, I expect to see your cute arse wiggling away as we walk. Everyone around here loves seeing sissies crawl.

She gives a sharp tug on the lead, and he finds himself snaking along fully aware of how his backside in the tight shorts and tights is rhythmically bouncing back and forth as he moves.

He is about to beg to be returned to the safety of the changing room when a door cracks open to his right.

A pair of white knee-length boots fills his vision. His eyes roam up to a tight white leather pair of hot pants, curving beautifully around a gorgeous set of hips.

She is blonde, with a long face. Maybe not quite as tall as Miss Maya.

The erotic sight so smites him that it is a moment before he notices a further remarkable sight.

On his hands and knees, like Justin, is a slight man with his dark hair in a short girly style. He, too, wears a collar, and a chain leash ascends to the hand of the blonde goddess.

What is truly extraordinary is that the man is wearing a short cheerleader dress, with a massive pink bow tied into his hair.

The man sees Justin and immediately ducks his head down in shame.

The girls squeal with the joy dominatrixes experience when they meet in exciting circumstances.

“Why Maya,” the blonde says, “what a lovely little sissy catch you have there.”

“Can say the same about your delightful little package, Paige. And just look at that adorable bow in her hair!”

The two women howl with glee.

The two sissies try to share a look, but shame forces them to gaze intently at the carpet.

Paige says, “Now isn’t your little cutie bashful! Aren’t they adorable when they are like this? Like lost children.”

Maya says, “Sissies are always adorable.” She kicks out at Justin, “Hey, bimbo, say hello to Miss Paige.”

Justin manages a croaky, “Hello, Miss Paige.”

Miss Paige tugs at the leash, hauling her reticent sissy fully into the corridor.

“Say hello to Miss Maya, birdbrain.”

The dark haired male tries to look up at the dominating dark figure but prefers to keep eye contact with the carpet. “Hello Miss Maya.”

Miss Maya reaches down and squeezes his blushing cheek.

“Who’s a gootchie-gootchie-go?”

The two women howl with laughter.

Miss Maya says, “The real men are going to have a whale of a time with these two dumb noobs.”

“Hear that, birdbrain,” Miss Paige says to her charge. “You are going to meet real men. Real men who are fucking wives of sissies like you. How about that?”

Birdbrain’s eyes moisten. “Please, Miss Paige, I think I would like to ask Master if I may stay in my room and …”

With a swish, Miss Paige slides her own short crop from her white boot and slaps it hard on the sissy’s legs.

“I tell you what,” she smirks at him. “You can ask him yourself. All in front of your wife. How about that? Requiring the permission of your wife’s lover to be permitted to stay in his room? All in front of the real men in the bar!”

Miss Maya crouches quickly down next to Justin, with such a serious expression that he tries to squirm away.

Miss Maya winds the leash chain about her hand, bringing him close up to her smirking face.

“Don’t you dare ask for anything from your owner. Got it?”

With the collar pulled taut up against his tormentor’s fist, he feels his windpipe being crushed. “Yes, Miss Maya, of course, Miss Maya.”

“You will be dutiful and silent in the presence of your owner. Until he speaks to you. Clear?”

“Oh yes, Miss Maya.”

“I know,” Miss Paige announces, “why don’t we parade these two into the club together. The men and their sluts will love it!”

“That’s a great idea,” Miss Maya says.

The two sissies are tugged down the corridor to the door marked, ‘Sissies Beyond this point only with Permission and Supervision’.

Justin feels sick. He cannot remember a time when events happened to him over which he had no control, obviously as a young child. But over the age of ten? It is gut-wrenchingly painful to be so helpless.

He glances at his fellow sissy for support, but yet again Birdbrain immediately stares away when he makes fearful eye contact.

It is then that Justin sees the thick red lines on Birdbrain’s thigh.

He wants to bawl like a child experiencing complete helplessness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3  

 

 

The lift doors swished open onto another world for Justin. He remained on all fours in his sissy outfit of a cropped top with the word CUCK on it, his pink tight shorts, tights and heels, waiting for Miss Maya to tug on the leash to permit him to leave the lift.

Birdbrain, in his tiny cheerleader outfit with the large pink bow in his hair, remained wide-eyed in terror tight to his Mistresses’ long legs.

Did Justin appear so terrified? He feared he did.

The mistresses paused, taking in the scene before them.

Rock music played from a dark room with flashing lights from across a foyer. It was the famous night club, Dark Towers!

There were sufficient voices from the club for Justin to appreciate that it was pretty busy, considering it was the afternoon. Along with, shrieking laughter from uninhibited drunken women and a few loud, deep laughs from the men.

Dark, ornate wood was the motif of the club, as if they were transported to a gentleman’s club in the nineteenth century. Two smiling bunny girls elegantly distributed drinks from silver trays to the small groups of grinning black males and sexily attired white women milling around the foyer. Some of the women wore short, revealing dresses or skirts and tops, while others opted for more elegant, yet equally sexy, evening gowns. The women were a riot of colour, whereas the men wore dark suits or tuxedos and bow ties.

But it was the bunny girls who took Justin’s breath away. They were amazing! Their black leotards clinging to their curves, their white tails dancing around with every step. Their bunny ears swaying as they walked. All with those eager-to-please smiles.

Wow. Did he love ogling them … or did he envy them? Sissies can never quite tell.

A tug on his chain means only one thing. He crawls out onto the coarser carpet of the foyer.

Two black men, both in tuxedos, are sipping from scotch glasses, but immediately take an interest in the two sissies.

One of them grins at the Mistresses. “Hey girls, what you have here?”

Maya tugs Justin close to her leather clad leg.

“Two new girls for the club,” Maya says, conveying excitement. “And keep your hands off, both are owned.”

The other man grins, “We wouldn’t steal anyone’s sissies. There’s plenty to go around.”

He crouches down in front of Justin, who tries to back away, but the tightening leash holds him in place.

“Hey, you skittish, little pet? I’m not going to hurt you.”

Maya says, “Her first day. Poor thing. I think she is going to wet herself!”

The man rises up on his feet, appearing massive to the two crawling sissies.

“Well,” the guy says. “You’ve brought them down at just the right time. Two sissies will be doing the suck race soon.”

Justin raises his chin. Didn’t he mean the sack race? Like in school, where children race by hoping to reach the finishing line with their feet in a sack?

Maya and Paige are suddenly animated.

Maya pulls hard on the leash chain, “Sissy on your heels. You can’t miss this!”

Paige says, “Birdbrain! Heels. Now!”

The two sissies are on their heels, again avoiding eye contact with each other.

They are led through the small groups of black males and sexy stylish women to the entrance of the night club.

Wow!

There must be a hundred people crammed in here. Maybe more. Sexy white girls and tall, masculine black males.

A bunny girl approaches them with an empty tray, smiling at Miss Maya.

She has a similar steel collar to the one worn by Justin and Birdbrain, but it has the name Lulu Lace engraved in it.

“Well, look at you, Lulu Lace,” Miss Maya says with glee. She turns to Justin. “Take a look at what you might achieve if you work hard.”

As Justin looks at the gorgeous bunny girl, he sees her face fall, and her eyes drop with shame to the floor.

It is a male! The amazing bunny girl isn’t a girl!

Justin wants to say ‘hi’ but doesn’t dare do so without permission.

“Dismissed, Lulu Lace,” Miss Maya says.

The bunny girl performs a little dip and squeezes past them. As she does so, she whispers into Justin’s ear, “Get out of here. Before it’s too late.”

Then the bunny girl is gone, wiggling through the foyer with his empty tray at his side. Justin feels terrified.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

A massive, booming announcement through the speakers brings the music and raucous chat to an end.

Justin notices the two mistresses exchange an excited glance.

A man in a tuxedo wanders onto a small stage, where a yellow spotlight shines. He is confident, with the sort of wide grin that leads you to believe he has something to impart that will make everyone happy.

“As you know, it is time for the suck race!”

The crowd go wild with girly squeals and deep male laughter.

Miss Maya leans close to Justin with a wicked sneer, “Now don’t you take your eyes off this for a second! You understand me?”

“Yes, Miss Maya.”

There is a commanding aspect to Miss Maya’s voice that ensures sissies always obey her.

Justin knows he will not dare take his eyes from what is happening.

The announcer calls out, “So bring on, Sissy Satin and Tiffy Tinkle!”

The crowd roar their approval, and Justin sees the women in the audience killing themselves with laughter as two nervous bunny girls are brought to the centre stage.

“Miss Maya,” an astonished Justin asks, “are those really their names?”

Miss Maya’s eyes glint in the flashing lights of the club.

“Oh my precious, yes, they are. The men here are very cruel to the sissies they own. Their owners devise names that will mean the wife can never again take them seriously.”

Justin’s stomach suddenly has a massive stone in it.

“Please, Miss Maya, I don’t like that.”

“Aw, Bimbo. You’re not supposed to like it.” She stares into his soul, relishing his pain. “Every time your new name summons you, it will sting more than my crop on your cute arse.” She pauses, relishing his squirming. “You want to know something else?”

Justin knows he doesn’t, so he looks down at the floor, not wishing to answer. Miss Maya raises his chin with her fingers, “There is fuck all you can do about it. You get that?”

He is silent and shaking, so she continues.

“Just think, whatever name your owner gives you, that is the name your wife will use whenever she talks about you – to anyone.”

Seeing his pain, she licks her lips and leans closer to his ear.

“When your wife talks about you to your mother.”

With delight, she can see his eyes pop open.

“Or whenever that slut Taylor talks about you. Or your friends …”

“Please, Miss Maya, I want to go home. I don’t like this. This isn’t …”

“You’ll go home when your owner says. And you will go home with your new name. And when anyone asks for your name, you will tell them what it is!”

“Miss Maya, I am sure that Ella won’t …”

“Ella, little one? You forgetting yourself already? Do you want me to volunteer you to go on the stage and show your suck race skills? She is Mistress to you now. And you only ever use the word Mistress. Got that sissy boy?”

There are tears in his eyes, “Yes, Miss Maya.”

“Now be a good girl and watch the stage.”

He croaks a “Yes, Miss Maya, before looking back at the stage with his eyes shimmering in the light.

On the stage, two tall Mistresses are manhandling the two bunny girls, one wearing a full white leather suit and the other a dominant woman wearing a short black leather dress and thigh-length high heels.

Two boards with a dildo sticking out of it is placed before the two bunnies. They are pushed before the boards, neither showing a resistance.

A series of large monitor screens above the stage, and around the room, come on. Two images show a close-up of the boards with the dildos. Above each phallus, there is an electronic button. The dildos are black but shine under the stage lights.

Justin doesn’t know what will happen, but he knows that he is going to hate what he is about to see.

It is a moment before Justin notices the two cameramen hovering around the pair of bunny sissies.

The announcer continues with his upbeat manner, “Sissy Satin and Tiffy Tinkle, get your cute arses over here. Let your Mistresses see you!”

Timidly, Sissy Satin and Tiffy Tinkle clip-clop over to the compare as if approaching an angry Pitbull.

“Now then, Sissy Satin, have your Mistress and Owner given you any advice?”

Sissy Satin appears to look down fearfully into the crowd, “Yes, Sir. They say that I am not to embarrass them and must perform as well as I can.”

There is a shriek of laughter from the audience. Justin is shocked. Surely, if Sissy Satin’s Mistress is his wife, then she would be more sympathetic to his plight.

“What about you, Tiffy Tinkle? Have your owners given you any encouragement?”

Tiffy Tinkle can barely speak or keep his chin off his chest. He speaks in a robotic manner.

“Yes, Sir. My owners have been very supportive.”

The compare laughs joyously, and Justin sees everyone around him joining in the merriment. Don’t they realise that Tiffy Tinkle is a human being? A person with feelings?

It occurs to Justin that the ludicrously humiliating name somehow takes away any aspect of the sissy as a human being. Turning him into a toy who serves for the amusement of others.

But Justin is taken with how both the sissies look gorgeous in their apparel. The high cut of the bunny costume and their strappy heels make their legs look amazing.

The compare steps to the front of the stage, “And if we can help dumb sissy white boys find their true place in life, then we have all done a wonderful job!”

The audience applauds itself, nodding nods at each other, as if they are at a charity night helping those less fortunate than themselves.

This is madness!

As the sissies kneel before the boards with the dildos sticking straight out, the compare moves closer to them.

“You all know the rules. The sissy cock suckers have to suck the cock until their noses touch the button. For a full sixty seconds! The sissy who hits the button most is allowed five minutes without his chastity cage as a treat. How about that?”

More applause.

The compare leans forward with a toothy grin, “And we all know how much the sissy cuck white boys like sucking a black cock don’t we?”

The audience laughs and applauds in accord.

Justin is horrified. He needs to be released from the leash and collar right now!

And yet … his little dick enlarges in the tiny chastity cage. Why does he love this appalling humiliation?

“And,” the compère says, raising his palm to stop the audience’s laughter, “just to make it more challenging, after thirty seconds, a buzzer will sound, and their owners can start whipping their cute arses.”

The crowd find this side-splitting. It chills Justin that these poor sissies are being treated like this. Yet he spurts into his panties.

“Of course,” the presenter says, as if being very serious, “white boys love nothing more than having their betters cane their arses in front of their former wives!”

The crowd erupts into applause.

Justin feels sick and more aroused than he has ever been. His legs in their heels feel weak and uncertain, as if they will give out at any second.

Miss Maya is whispering in his ear, “It won’t be long before you’re up on that stage, in front of your betters. After your official collaring and naming.”

Maya loves the instant shock and panic on the cute sissy’s face.

“Oh my God. You are so adorable. I could fuck you stupid all night and still come back for more!”

“Please, Miss Maya, take me away from this. I don’t mind getting the bus home dressed like this.”

He is actually sniffling. Maya feels her pussy soak her panties. This is to die for. Moments like this are why she does the job.

“Aw, really, honey? And what would you use for bus fare? Has your owner given you any pennies to spend?”

Horror. All his money and credit cards are locked away in that wardrobe upstairs.

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

She smiles, stroking his chin, “Of course you hadn’t, cutie.”

“But surely Caleb, sorry, really, sorry, I mean Master would give me some money for a taxi or even a bus ride home?”

“Oh, dear Lord,” Maya says, eyes looking up at the ceiling. “Please let me see this dumb arsed sissy beg his wife’s lover for the money to get a bus home. All in front of his Mistress! If you let me see that, I will die happy!”

Justin says, “Oh!”

He had not thought of that either. Why should the sadistic Caleb let him off the hook? Ella loves seeing Caleb dominate her husband, so he wouldn’t let an opportunity like that go to waste. And no way would Justin be given the money to travel home.

He is totally trapped.

A buzzer sounds, shaking his attention back to the stage.

Pounding rock music starts as the compère shouts, “Go, babes, go!”

A large clock, above the boards with the dildos, has started counting out the full minute of their ordeal. Its large hand relentlessly counts out the seconds.

Both sissies swallow the penis shaped dildo together, but only Sissy Satin gets his nose to the button, making the buzzer sound off.

Tiffy Tinkles chokes pitifully as soon as he has the dildo in his mouth.

It is only now that Justin realises that in order to hit the button, the dildos have to reach the back of their throats. How are both of them not choking?

Sissy Satin has done a string of quick buzzes in a row, and a counter above his head indicates three, then four. His head bobs rhythmically.

Poor Tiffy Tinkle has only one on on his board

The men and their elegant women around Justin find the show hilarious and absorbing.

A man nearby puts his hands over his mouth and shouts, “Get out the cane.”

And Justin sees the horrible men and, clearly, sadistic women in the audience, laughing at the shout.

The clock reaches thirty seconds just as two men in their shirt sleeves go to the rear of the sissies and start whipping the sissy bottoms with cruel canes

This is dreadful! Justin is totally empathetic with the sissies. How can the poor boys perform their task when they are being thrashed with a cane?

Sissy Satin squeals loudly, arching his back and wiggling his bunny tail at a particularly nasty slice of the cane from his owner.

Meanwhile, Tiffy Tinkle has scored a full twelve strikes of the buzzer and is working faster, despite the caning.

Already, he is only two sucks of the dildo behind Sissy Satin!

How has he caught up? Suddenly, Justin says out loud, “Come on Tiffy Tinkle, you can do it!”

Maya laughs at Justin. These sissies are so wonderfully dumb!

The canings intensify, as the clock winds around to the twelve mark.

Finally, the clock hand is fully upright, a buzzer sounds, and the music stops. The crowd applaud and laughs.

The scores read, Tiffy Tinkle 18 and Sissy Satin 17.

Justin is amazed at how Tiffy Tinkle caught up after such a poor start.

He sees Birdbrain, next to him, leashed to his Mistress, applauding, and jumping up and down quickly in his silly cheerleader get-up.

Justin shakes his head. Clearly, Birdbrain is aptly named! He doesn’t realise that one day he will be up on the stage!

A sickness spreads through his tummy with an awful realisation. Unless he can find Caleb and his wife and explain the mistake, it could be him on the stage.

Justin is in luck.

The towering figure of Caleb is striding towards them, his arm about Ella’s bare shoulders, as if he owns her.

That irritates Justin the way it annoys any cuck who sees his wife in the arms of another man. And like any other cuck, the pain of the sight is totally arousing.

As soon as she sees her hubbie, Ella squeals with pleasure.

Justin puts his hand up to the collar to try and hide the shameful leash chain dangling from it.

Ella rushes on her heels to him and hugs him.

Wonderful! Justin knows he is about to be rescued from this madness by the woman he loves.

“Aw, don’t you look something, with your hair and makeup!” Ella cries.

“Yes, yes, thank you, but please listen, I …”

Ella is wide-eyed with excitement.

“Our owner has named you! Really!”

He stares blankly at her.

“I know, isn’t it amazing?”

“Well,” he doesn’t know what to say.

She shakes her head with joy. “It is so right for you! Master and I had a long chat, and it is just soooo right. You’ll love it!”

“I don’t want a new name, as I …”

Caleb arrives with that horrible sneer of his.

He seems even taller and bigger than usual. Even more intimidating when wearing a tailored tuxedo.

“You like the show sissy?”

Miss Maya says, “You should have been here, Caleb. She was cheering on Tiffy Tinkle!”

They all laugh at the blushing Justin, who feels his cheeks burning with fiery subjugation.

“Aw!” Ella says, “you are so sweet. I was cheering for her, too!”

“Okay,” Caleb announces, suddenly growing serious. “We need this dumb fuck of a sissy into the bar changing room. Get her the right bunny girl outfit and change her name on the government’s deed poll.”

What?

Justin’s mouth falls open, “Deed Poll?”

An angry Maya shakes his leash near his neck. “How do you address your owner?”

“Oh!” Justin quickly says, “Master. Sorry.”

Caleb is dismissive.

“Don’t worry your empty head about it. The Deed Poll is the government site for officially changing your name. Don’t trouble yourself. The Club will sort out everything.”

Officially changing his name? Are Tiffy Tinkle and Sissy Satin the genuine names of those sissies?

He chuckles to himself quietly. Of course not. What a ludicrous thought.

It would be complete insanity to change their names officially.

Wouldn’t it?

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4  

 

At pace, Miss Maya leads Justin down the dark corridors behind the bar area. Occasionally, they would pass a pretty maid carrying cleaning gear or a cute bunny girl with a tray, sometimes full of drinks, at other times empty.

All the girls were sissies. Sometimes it is easier than others to tell they are originally male. They all wear the silver, steel collar engraved with amusing names. Underneath, there would be the words ‘owned by’, carved neatly into the metal.

What strikes Justin, apart from their smiling cuteness, is their eye-catching deportment. They stride, perfectly straight, and a few are very tall, with their chins held up so that their names and owners on their collars are clear to all who meet them.

It also occurs to Justin that being led on a leash is more troublesome than he has ever thought possible. He must maintain the same pace as Miss Maya constantly. Once or twice, he bumps into her, or he must skip briskly to catch a self-closing door. This isn’t easy in his low heels, and he wonders how the maids and bunnies cope with their far taller heels, which he rather envies.

Many signs along the way warn: ‘Sissies Beyond this point only with Permission and Supervision’. Oddly, though ludicrous, the notice feels threatening to him, and he is relieved to be on the end of Miss Maya’s leash. Somehow, it is comforting to be led everywhere by the formidable Miss Maya.

Clearly, the very busy maids and bunny girls are permitted to travel around so long as they are useful.

This is another thought that makes the poor sissy smile! Little did he know.

Finally, after ten minutes of walking through corridors and down various dim stairwells, Miss Maya opens a set of double doors onto a large, uncluttered room.

There are a couple of closed doors opposite, with the theme remaining that of a gentleman’s club with dark wood panelling.

Justin ignores the few deserted desks and chairs, fixating instead on the chains and cuffs hanging from the end wall. What the hell?

“Now you did that very well,” Miss Maya says.

“Oh?”

“Being led on a leash for the first time,” her eyes narrow as she pauses, “I take it this is your first time on a leash?

“Gosh, yes!” he says with an astonished expression. As if to say, of course it is!

She slaps his thigh hard, and he instantly adds, “Miss Maya.”

“Just make sure you stay close by. Your Mistress will be taught how to lead a sissy up and down stairs. She will have to learn to slow down as she goes around corners. But you needn’t worry your little head about anything. That is a quality she must learn”

He feels obliged to say, “Thank you, Miss Maya.”

Miss Maya leads him to the centre of the room, where Justin can feel the cooling draft of air conditioning from the ceiling. She seems fixated on one of the closed doors opposite.

“Erm, Miss Maya, erm, what are those for?”

He nods in the direction of the bondage gear on the far wall.

“You needn’t trouble your silly little head about that. There is something like those devices in all areas of the club”

Why does that turn on Justin so much?

She smiles, her eyes staring at the sissy with malice, “We are in the Oaths and Commissioning room. This is where sissies are renamed, have their bank accounts, addresses and other official details changed.”

She watches with glee as his pink lip-sticked mouth falls open in shock. She needs to rub in his concern.

“Some of the poor sissies, I am afraid, have a few problems dealing with the changes their Mistresses and owners insist upon.” She glances back at the closed door, “I will of course, seek to keep you in line through this traumatic event!”

“Thank you, Miss Maya.” He feels sick.

What on earth was she prattling on about? All he knows is, in no way will he permit that bully lover of his wife’s to enact any changes to his name! It is time to draw a line in the sand and get his wife back out to the car park. Won’t she be impressed when he rescues her and drives her off to freedom! He will be her hero.

Ah! Obviously, he will have to ask Caleb for the keys to his car. Oh, and the keys to his home. Ah, also his street clothes. Suddenly, his confidence evaporates. Perhaps, Ella, his wife or Miss Maya would help the Bull see sense.

Sadly, as you might expect, Justin is about to learn something about himself.

He hears the girly squeal before the door on the opposite side opens so hard it bangs against the wooden wall.

Miss Paige emerges, back straight like a soldier. She is walking at pace in her white high heeled boots. On the end of her leash is a distressed Birdbrain squealing away like a child in a playground who has fallen over.

Birdbrain is actually crying and shaking his fists, “No, no, no!”

Miss Maya laughs, “It seems, little one, we are going to get a show earlier than I thought. Take notice and try to learn!”

She follows the pair up to the far wall, where hang the chains and cuffs, with Justin scuttling along the wooden floors on her leash.

Miss Paige straps one of Birdbrain’s wrists to the wall so easily that she might as well have been manhandling a child. The next hand is easier, as the poor sissy has only one arm to defend himself.

With the two hands secured above his head at shoulder width, it takes her no time to fasten the stockinged legs to the wall.

Apparently, with little effort, the sissy is totally helpless and secured to the wall.

Miss Paige tucks the little cheerleader skirt into his tight, white panties and pulls out her crop.

What is happening? Obviously, Justin dares not ask.

“Please, Miss Paige,” birdbrain yelps, “I hate the name!”

After six whacks, Miss Maya says to Miss Paige, “What a troublesome brat.”

Miss Paige adds two slices to the back of his thighs.

“Indeed Maya. Ungrateful bitch.”

She whacks him again, and he cries out, “I’m sorry.”

Miss Maya grips Justin’s leash near the collar, raises him onto his toes and hauls him closer as if wanting him to have a better view of the punishment.

“And what,” Miss Maya asks, emphatically, for Justin to hear clearly, “has the little brat done?”

“Her owners gave her a perfectly sweet name, and so she throws herself on the floor crying like a child, saying that she won’t accept it.”

Miss Maya studies Justin for his shocked reaction, as she says, “Oh? So what happened?”

“Her owner then, to teach her a lesson, gives her the name Pansy Piddle.”

Miss Maya emits her loud laugh, saying to Justin, “Oh, these owners, they can be so cruel!”

“So, then,” Miss Paige says, “we get this tantrum. Like a three-year-old at her birthday party, disappointed with her presents.”

“Please,” sobs Birdbrain, “Please don’t let them call me that.”

“Call you what?” Miss Paige asks, with a facial expression of innocence.

He closes his eyes and swallows. “Pansy Piddle, Miss Paige.”

A shout from behind them.

“Oh, you dumb sissy!” She is dark-haired, a little more than five feet, but with enormous boobs.

She clip clops up the wooden floor to them.

Her metal collar reads, “Owned by RB”

A tall dark, grinning man, with more of a rounded tum than the other alphas follows.  Justin judges him to be the RB listed on the collar. He casually saunters up behind the large breasted woman, as if without a care in the world.

“Please, Mistress,” Birdbrain sniffles. “I hate that name. It is horrible.”

With her face darkening with cruelty, his Mistress asks, “What name, precious?”

“Pansy Piddle,” he whispers into his arm.

“Sorry, darling, I can’t hear you. Why not tell your Master what name you don’t like?”

The large man, in shirt sleeves and elegant dark slacks, draws closer to the bound sissy. “You don’t like your name? Pansy Piddle,” he recites slowly. “You didn’t like the name I gave you? You kicked off like a child, so I am giving you a new name.” He says out the name slowly, “Pansy Piddle. Now what will your golf buddies think about that on a  Sunday morning?”

“Oh, please, Master no. Please. No. I liked the first name you gave me. Honest. I didn’t realise …. I just … please give me the original name.”

“Remind me, sissy, tell me the name you would like for yourself.”

Justin watches the poor sissy die inside.

Finally, Birdbrain says, “Mimi Pout, Master. Please call me Mimi Pout.”

The women, the Mistress and the two dominants find this hilarious.

The man says, “Why don’t you ask your Mistress for that name?”

He looks over his shoulder, his chin resting on his white blouse, the tears drying on his cheeks, “Please, Mistress, will you call me Mimi Pout?”

“Oh?” The Mistress affects spiteful surprise. “Not Pansy Piddle?”

“No, no, please no. Please call me Mimi Pout.”

After a long thought, the dark man nods, “As you insist. Paige, bring the dumb bitch back to the office. She’s wasted enough of our valuable time.”

With that, he puts an arm around the curvy, dark woman and leads her giggling back to the open door.

Miss Paige detaches the still sobbing sissy from the wall.

“Just think,” she says to him as she grabs his leash, “your name from now on will be Pansy Pout, and there is sod all you can do about it!”

They return to the doorway, disappear through it as the door closes with a turning lock.

Justin feels sick.

“Please, Miss Maya, please. I just want to go home.”

“Nonsense,” Miss Maya announces. “Oh my, the name Pansy Piddle is now available, how about that?”

“Miss Maya. I don’t want to be called that!”

She grips the leash near his collar, effortlessly raising him onto his toes. “Then I suggest one young lady behaves when it is her turn for her renaming.”

With delight, she watches the poor sap’s chin fall to his chest, his eyes grow wide with fear.

Has she time to strap him to the wall and swipe his bum a few times? Maybe not.

It is a full ten minutes of teasing later when the buxom wife and chubby, black lover emerge from the room, cuddling each other. Miss Paige pulls out a crestfallen and still sobbing Mimi Pout.

They leave, and still shocked, Justin sees Mimi Pout give him a shy smile and wave as he steps into the passageway.

Justin returns the action, but the anxiety in his tummy means his smile is one of a rictus grin.

Miss Maya says, “Such a pretty name, Mimi Pout. Don’t you think?”

He swallows and croaks, “Yes, Miss Maya.”

“And Pansy Piddle is still open for a Master to use on his sub. Do you think I should mention that to your owner?”

“No! Please, no!” He quickly adds, “Miss Maya, please don’t.”

She is about to tease him further when Caleb and Ella burst into the room. She is still wearing the short, sparkling blue dress from their time in the changing room. But now it appears crumpled and in need of ironing and a little tender loving care.

Caleb is laughing huskily, and she is constantly standing up on her toes to kiss his cheeks. He is wearing the black tuxedo from earlier.

If people didn’t know, they would believe them to be an amorous new couple still bound by sheer lust

A tug on his collar, and Justin follows the striking Maya in her leather catsuit down the room to the doorway.

“Ah,” Caleb announces loudly, “how’s the dumb little sissy been?”

Maya smiles, “Oh, fine. A few tears, a little strop. What you’d expect from a silly sissy on her first day.”

Ella runs her fingers over her hubbie’s pink cheek. “Aw. It’s hard for you, isn’t it? Not what you expected, honey?”

Justin bursts into life, given permission by his wife’s comment. “Exactly, Mistress. Yes! It isn’t what we agreed to.”

The sissy cuck sees Caleb’s features tighten so steps back behind Miss Maya.

“You read the pack I sent?” The Bull grunts at the timid sissy.

“I, er, well, sort of, I think …”

Ella giggles. “He looked at the pictures of sissies in those lovely costumes. I bet you didn’t read the words at all.”

“I did, Mistress!” He lowers his head, “No, not really.”

Caleb gently takes Justin’s chin to make him look up at the giant alpha male.

“Listen, babe, you behave and you’ll wear all those sissy outfits. I promise. You’ll love it.”

Both Justin’s wife and Miss Maya sigh with an, ‘awww’. It is as if the bully Caleb is doing him a favour.

He adds a note of caution. “Of course, babe, you have to be well behaved in the Oaths and Commissioning room.”

Justin’s tummy turns over.

“Sir, erm, Master, I was wondering if we should discuss …”

“Later, babe,” Caleb says, “later. Plenty of time for you to rabbit on about the Tinkerbell outfit or the schoolgirl uniform. But all later. We are busy now with important work.”

He guides Ella to the door behind which poor Mimi Pout had suffered so much.

As they enter, Miss Maya tugs the poor wimp quickly inside as she closes the door behind him with a dull, final sounding thud.

“You know, Caleb,” she smiles innocently, “the name Pansy Piddle has become available.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5  

 

When Miss Maya locks the door behind them, Justin finds himself trapped in a low-lit, windowless room, about the size of a large office.

The air conditioning hums away to itself.

Caleb guides Justin’s gorgeous wife, Ella, around a few desks until Justin sees the powerful-looking woman sitting at a desk.

She has a short, spiky blonde hairstyle with the exaggerated cheekbones of a model. In her tight, light grey trouser suit and white blouse, she could be a tall executive who will take little nonsense from anyone.

She twists around momentarily from her array of PC screens to nod to Caleb.

“Hi.”

She doesn’t smile. She is all business, until her brilliant grey blue eyes catch sight of Justin in his tight pink hotpants, tights and heels. She needs a second, more intense look and laughs at his crop top with the word CUCK on it.

“And wow, have we landed some hot cuck sissies today!”

Justin blushes and tries to step behind Miss Maya to hide.

But Miss Maya grips his leash near his collar to hold him in place while he feels the blond woman devour him with her eyes.

Miss Maya gives him a little shake.

“Say, thank you to Miss Domina, little sissy.’”

He swallows and chokes, “Thank you, Miss Domina.”

Caleb grunts his ugly laugh, “Got a feeling my sissy here is going to be in great demand with the Domme women around the place! Maybe I should rent her out.”

The intimidating blond woman leans forward in her seat, “Why, Caleb, wouldn’t that make her a cheap little whore?”

Everyone chuckles, apart from Justin, who wishes Miss Maya would allow him to hide behind her.

Caleb says, “Who said anything about cheap?”

This makes all the women laugh out loud, with Miss Domina whacking her desk in appreciation.

Ella playfully slaps Caleb’s beefy chest, “Aw, stop teasing her. You can see how much she is blushing.”

“Ok,” Miss Domina announces, “We’re pretty busy here in the Oaths and Commissioning room.” She taps on her keyboard, “You got a name for your sissy, I trust?”

Justin catches his breath. Oh my God! His new name. In his mind, he can hear Miss Maya saying ‘Pansy Piddle’ and feels sick. Please don’t let it be Pansy Piddle.

Caleb says, “Oh yeah.” He grins wickedly at Ella.

Ella says, “Aw, it’s a really sweet name, Belle Twinkle.”

What?

Justin gasps, “But Mistress, please, I …”

Suddenly, Ella stands up straight to stare hard at her errant hubby until he looks down at the floor, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

“Don’t show me up by speaking out of turn!” She says, pointedly, “I believe Maya said that Pansy Piddle is available.”

Caleb grins. “Now that’s a name I’d love to use when summoning her.” Smiling, he pretends to call out, “Hey, Pansy Piddle, get your cute arse over here!”

As the women laughed at Justin, he realises he has never before seen his wife appear so tough and confident. She has become a different woman in the club.

Ella puts her fists on her hips, raises her chin, and says to her terrified hubbie, “So what is it, Pansy Piddle or Belle Twinkle?”

Justin feels his mouth go dry.

Caleb says, “I think she wants Pansy Piddle.”

Justin is horrified.

“Please no. Master, no.”

“Then be a good girl,” Caleb says quietly. “Tell your Mistress what name you want her to give you.”

The squeakiest voice in the world says, “Please name me Belle Twinkle.”

Caleb grins, “Any more interruptions and I’ll make your new name Blow Job!”

The women guffaw at the Bull’s wit while a cowed Justin feels ill.

Justin hates that he feels utterly defeated. He cannot say anything. He cannot debate or argue. He can’t even point out that it is horribly humiliating to be named a sissy! Especially to be seen as such a weak wimp in front of all these attractive women.

Miss Domina busies herself typing.

“So, I’ll need her boy name to start.

Ella says, “Justin Andrew Morse.”

She bangs in the name as Justin finds it difficult to breathe.

“Address,” Miss Domina asks, always sounding impatient.

Ella says, “32 Sparrow Hedge Road, Braytown.”

She types furiously. “His old phone number?”

Ella states his home and mobile number.

Justin looks up at Miss Maya, trying to understand why they want these details.

Miss Domina twists the screen around for Caleb to see, but so that it is out of sight of Justin.

“That’s the password for the deed poll office,” the impatient blonde says. “You can change her name again in four weeks, and every four weeks after that. It is illegal for her to use any name other than the one you give her.”

Caleb grins at poor Justin, with the poor sissy feeling his knees trembling.

Miss Domina recites the details quickly, clearly used to stating these facts to the Bulls. “Without the password, the sissy cannot access her Deed Poll Page and change her name. You will always be in control.”

Oh God, no! Justin’s mouth becomes as dry as rock. No one told him about this!

“Ok,” Miss Domina declares, Justin Andrew Morse no longer exists. But into the world has emerged the cute Belle Twinkle!”

Laughter, with all eyes on the squirming Justin, known from now on only as Belle Twinkle.

Pushing herself into Caleb for a cuddle, Ella smiles at her traumatised hubbie. “Aw. It is such a sweet name. You wouldn’t believe the names Caleb thought up for you!”

A horrified Belle Twinkle doesn’t wish to imagine the horrible names that the bully of a stud would have given him.

“All we need now,” Miss Domina says to Caleb, “is a pic for her new driving licence.”

Ella says, “Oh, we’ve got her booked in for three hours for your extra special treatment. The picture will be taken after she has been collared.”

Domina grins at the wriggling sissy, “Three hours? So her lips as well then?”

Belle, formerly known to the world as Justin, is shocked. Lips?

Ella says. “Oh my God yes. Sir here wants Belle to have these big cock sucking lips you see on whores. But I put my foot down there! I want her looking a little more classy, you know what I mean?”

Caleb slaps her arse hard, making Ella squeal with surprise.

Belle is shocked that another man is slapping his wife’s buttocks without giving it a second thought.

Caleb says, “You better behave, you don’t want to be spanked in front of your sissy, do you?”

What? Belle is astonished. She hates the idea of being spanked, and she has always made that clear to him as her husband. Why does she smile so winsomely at this bully when he slaps her bottom?

Domina says, “It takes a few days to get credit cards and the passport sorted. You did say you wanted a passport?”

Caleb says, “Oh yeah. Definitely,” while flashing an evil smirk at the sissy.

Ella says, “Sir wants to take her on an overseas holiday with us. I think he wants to show her off.”

Caleb smiles, “And to fetch our drinks and clean for us.”

Domina says, “We’ve got her work details. I’ll speak to her boss tomorrow. Tell them Justin will return to work in a week’s time, but as Belle Twinkle. They’ll need to know how to treat her.” She pauses with a devilish grin at the Bull, “Or might you want to visit his offices and let them know. Make everything clear?”

“Could be,” Caleb says. “Maya, get the sissy bitch down to the treatment room. I want her ready for her official collaring by seven.”

Domina says, “Hey, hold on. Give me a few poses Belle. Pose three to start.”

An amused Miss Maya shakes her head, “She only got here today. She is totally untrained.”

“Wow,” Domina says, “just look at you without training.” She turns to Ella, “That’s a helluva girl you have there. You wait until you see her after the treatment. A few days of training and you won’t recognise her.”

Caleb is annoyed, “Can we get the rest of this sorted? You got my requests for Belle?”

As the shocked sissy is tugged out of the office on the end of the leash, he hears Miss Domina ask the Bull, “You settled on a collar and the wording?”

Caleb sounds relaxed, “Sure. Yeh, it’s the new remote collar. The one that can’t be unlocked without the code. We don’t want Belle Twinkle thinking she can escape, do we?”

Belle hears Miss Maya close the door on the laughter.

A remote collar? Can’t be unlocked without the code? Belle wishes he had read the pamphlet Caleb had dropped off.

The leash is tugged again, and they are quickly back into the labyrinths of shadowy corridors lit by yellow fluorescents, along with a few wall lights.

“Erm, Miss Maya, er, I have a few questions.”

Miss Maya turns on Belle so harshly that the poor sissy jumps back against the wall.

“Belle Twinkle! I know it’s your first day, but keep your mouth shut. You utter a sound again, and I’ll put you over my knee. I’ll use my crop on your cute arse until you never want to sit down again. Is that clear?”

Unsure as to whether he should reply, after all, it is his first day, Belle simply nods quickly with eyes so huge that Miss Maya wants to bend him over and fuck him into oblivion.

These sissies really can get to you. She shakes her head and walks on, determined not to look back and relish the sight of one of the cutest sissy cucks she has seen at the club.

The treatment room is a little complex in itself. Delightfully decorated in pinks and yellows, with fountains and comfy chairs all around. There is a hairdresser’s section to one side, an exercise room where Belle can see what appear to be girls pounding on running machines or pulling weights. There are many other alcoves and corridors all with intriguing scenes. Tall domme women with very girly sissies doing all sorts of crazy exercises, and at times just chatting.

But most of all, it is an amazingly girly place. There are only a few mistresses, easily recognisable by their height, presence and garb. But there must be about fifteen girls, well, sissies, giggling and gossiping. They wear the most amazing outfits.

Belle sees Mimi Pout being helped out of a hairdresser’s chair with bits of tin foil in his now vibrantly blonde hair. He is far more relaxed than inside the scary Commissioning and Oaths Office, actually giggling with the girls who are doing his hair.

Mimi Pout is led to a chair near the wall and given a girl’s magazine.

After this, everything sweeps by in a whirl for Belle Twinkle.

He has extensions added, the two sissies pouring over his hair, consulting Ella’s instructions from their tablets.

The lips are enhanced to the precise directions of Ella, giving them a sexy full pout that Bella cannot take his eyes from. They look so kissable!

There is pain as his hair feels as if it is being torn from his skull. The blonde hair conditioning stinks to high heaven, and the heat from the devices pointed at his scalp is deeply uncomfortable.

He has to remove his tights for the toenail extension to be added, and when they glue on the pink fingernail extensions, he wonders if he’ll be able to pick up anything in future.

Once he is stripped down to his chastity cage and showered, with a tight shower cap protecting his new hairstyle, he is immediately led to a long dressing room, with deep cream carpets and luxurious curtains.

It is as if time is of the essence. Everyone is desperate to do a good job as quickly as possible.

It is here that he sees a bewildered Mimi Pout being led before a string of mirrors.

He looks amazing. He is wearing an incredibly tight bunny girl outfit, with the waist truly pinched in. He is sat carefully on a sofa so that four inch, strappy black heels can be slid over his black tights. With the shoes being open toe, Belle can make out the pink nails beneath the black bunny girl tights. What a dick arousing sight!

Jesus, he needs to wank off!

Miss Maya whispers into Bella’s ear, “Soon be you, babe!”

He soon realises why Mimi Pout’s waist is so tiny. A waist cincher is drawn around his naked body and hauled so tight he struggles to breathe.

The sissy helping him dress has the name Bibi Bubble engraved in a worryingly thick steel collar.

Bibi holds up the bunny girl outfit, ready to slide over the corset.

She says, “Just take small breaths to start. Honestly, you’ll soon get used to it. The bunny girl uniforms are made of polypropylene, which nicely moulds the figure! It’s all worth the discomfort. Really. You’ll love it.”

And Bell most certainly does!

Once he is in the heels, and the ears are tucked into his hair, he cannot take his eyes off his reflection.

Oh God, he needs to wank. He needs to wank like there is no tomorrow. Just get this awful cage off his willy and rub himself to cum and cum and cum.

He wonders if Caleb or his wife will let him have the key. What he’d give for just thirty seconds of playtime free from the chastity cage!

As he swings his hips around, he sees that his tail is so large that it hoves into view like the moon, making him giggle.

“Belle,” an amused Miss Maya says, “you are a complete tramp!”

Belle Twinkle and Mimi Pout blush and smile. They know precisely what they are becoming.

And the amusement comes to a complete halt as Miss Maya takes out her crop and grabs the naked arm of Belle to lead him to a quiet spot.

Miss Maya is wearing her strict no-nonsense look, and Belle knows to keep his mouth shut.

It is as if the fun and games are suddenly over.

With her long fingers, Miss Maya flicks at Belle’s new long blonde hair beneath the ears.

“Now listen carefully.”

Is he permitted to answer? He simply nods.

Miss Maya says, “From here on in, you behave. If your owner gets any reports of misbehaviour, your goose is cooked!”

As he says, “Yes, Miss,” he sees his bunnied form in a mirror opposite and smiles.

“For God’s sake, girl!” Miss Maya says. “Pay attention.”

“Sorry, Miss Maya, yes, Miss Maya.”

It is all he can do to avert his eyes from the erotic image of himself behind this now stern Mistress.

“I get extra marks if I get you through the naming and collaring ceremony!”

For some odd reason only known to girly sissies, Belle feels a sudden need to please Miss Maya.

“Yes, I’ll behave. I hope it helps you.”

Miss Maya’s eyes grow huge and watery.

She strokes Belle’s ears down to her new curly, blonde hairstyle.

“Oh, my God! I want you!”

Belle feels his dick inflate painfully against his steel chastity cage.

He wants to say, “Please take me,” but obviously must be wary about speaking out of turn.

A bleep on Maya’s phone breaks the mood. She checks the message and squeals.

“Belle! We need to be in the bar area for your official collaring!”

“But Miss Maya, Master has already put a collar on me and …”

His hand is grabbed, and he is dragged back into the corridor in his new high heels, with Miss Maya saying impatiently, “That’s just a temporary collar, dumb bitch!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6  

 

 

There comes a turning point in every sissy’s life.

Amusingly, sissies are the last people to see it.

This is why we find Belle Twinkle, formerly Justin Andrew Morse, standing next to Mimi Pout, twisting and turning as they pose before the full-length mirrors at the steps to the stage at the Dark Towers Club.

The mirrors are for the sissies in the club to assess their appearance, from their hair and makeup to their outfit and shoes, before they walk up the wooden steps to the stage area. Of course, both sissies are deeply aroused at the sight of themselves looking so hot. Their dicks, trapped in their tiny chastity devices, can only inflate so far before they become painful, but they cannot help themselves.

If it wasn’t for the crowds of masculine black males, sexy white women enjoying themselves around the club, along with the ever-busy sissies in their bunny outfits delivering drinks, both Mimi and Belle would have tried anything they could to wank off themselves.

The poor sissies are beside themselves with a need to cum.

When Belle sees Mimi turn about and shake his cute bunny tail at his reflection, Belle is compelled to copy exactly the same action.

Belle closes his eyes and thinks of how much he needs to masturbate. The drive is overwhelming. He groans out loud like a young bitch in heat.

The Mistresses, Miss Maya and Miss Paige, shake their heads at the randy, dumb pair.

The crowd has been growing, and the air is buzzing with anticipation.

The comedian is already on stage, tapping the mic to get attention.

The thumping rock music track quietens beneath his rich tones.

Miss Maya suddenly becomes serious. She fluffs up Belle’s ears, checking his eye make up.

“Now you must behave yourself. You’re given an instruction. You obey it. No matter how you feel about it.”

Seeing Miss Maya’s rapid change from amused to a severe, intense demeanour, troubled over every inch of Belle, strikes fear into the sissy.

“Yes, Miss Maya. Of course.”

She shakes her head at his naivety.

“You don’t know what these guys are capable of in front of these women. They love humiliating sissies in front of their ex-wives! It makes the wives hotter for them.”

Leaning his head to one side, feeling his new curls tickle his neck, Belle smiles. “Aw. Silly Mistress, we haven’t divorced. Ella isn’t my ex-wife at all. In fact, once this game is over, I am going to take her out for a nice meal in her favourite restaurant.”

Doesn’t this sissy get it? How dumb is she? Miss Maya stares at her maid with wide open, uncomprehending eyes until the presenter barks, “Get the newbies on stage!”

With a sigh and a nervous shake of her head, Miss Maya uses her lead to guide the sissy up the steps to the wooden stage under the burning lights of the auditorium. Miss Paige and Mimi Pout are close behind.

The crowd burst into laughter and applause.

Rather liking the attention, Belle gives a wave to the men and women who laugh back at him.

This is so exciting!

Mimi Pout arrives next to him and immediately adopts one of those poses you see women on stage do. She drops one knee before the other and puts his hands on his hips, with fingers spread.

Not to be outdone, Belle mirrors exactly the same action, double-checking with his new friend that he has got it right.

The laughter increases, making the two sissies giggle.

The compare says, “And bring on the owning couples!”

To resounding applause and shouts of support, Caleb and Belle’s wife, Ella mount the stage.

Oh my God, Belle steps forward on his heels to kiss his sexy wife on the cheek. She is stunning, wearing a silver sparkly short dress moulded to her curves.

Suddenly, Belle wants this to stop. He doesn’t want anyone else having sex with his wife tonight. Like so many cucks before him, he has changed his mind too late and will have to suffer through the next few hours.

This is the first time Ella has seen her sissy in his full bunny out fitted glory. The ears are so delightful, shaking with his every movement. She notices the pulled-in waist and adorable little breasts, undoubtedly the result of the sissy’s corset she has heard so much about. The high cut of the bunny uniform makes his legs look even longer in their black hosiery. And look at his lengthened pink nails and heels!

She already knows she can never again see him as a boy. A realisation that the poor, dumb sissies performing on stage will not realise for some time.

“The sissies have already been named!” The compare announces, as if that is a joke.

And on cue, the men and women laugh riotously.

Belle grins, but his smile is becoming uncertain. Why are they laughing at him? He notices that Mimi Pout has turned to Miss Paige for guidance.

The comedian barks out the punch line to his joke, “the label Pansy Piddle is still left unclaimed!”

The audience finds this hilarious.

Belle moves out of the one knee pose and rubs his fingers down the top of his tights with uncertainty. It is almost as if the name Pansy Piddle is merely a threat to force them to agree to whatever name the dominants want. Surely he hasn’t been tricked?

In pink lipstick open mouth shock he stares at his wife for support.

She shakes her head with a coy smile, as if it says, ‘aw, never mind, it is done now.’.

He has been deceived!

He hears Mimi Pout squeak, “Miss Paige?” at his mistress.

Miss Paige shakes her head sadly back at her charge.

Belle and Mimi Pout exchange a look of horror with each other. They have been tricked, and everyone is laughing at them!

The comic raises his hand to lower the audience’s laughter, but they still bubble with expectation at the jokes to come.

“And guess what, ladies and gentlemen? Both Belle and Mimi will be at their old work places next week!”

The crowd laughs eagerly.

Belle feels sick. He is trapped on this stage, held by a leash to his collar by the redoubtable Miss Maya knowing he has been duped. What else has he been hoodwinked about?

“Only,” the black comedian says, leaning out into the audience, “they’ll go back as dumb blonde, eager to please sissies!”

The crowd is beside itself with glee.

A terrified Belle notices that the wives in the audience find this funnier than the guys!

Belle desperately wants to leave the stage, he sidesteps towards his wife for support, but the collar is given a sharp tug by Miss Maya, and he clip-clops back into position, centre of the stage.

The comic raises his arm, “And our two new hotwives, Ella and Massie, will be delighted to learn that we will get the sissies’ workplaces to administer spankings to the two dumb sissies, whenever punishment is called for!” He lets the laughter die down before adding, “And that will be often!”

An almighty cheer goes up.

“They’re not going to forget their places in a hurry!”

More unkind laughter.

Obviously, this is just teasing. Belle knows they are not really going to get him back to work dressed like this. Spankings are, of course, illegal. It’s just that the fantasy feels so terrifyingly real.

His tummy twists at the thought of the office girl he fancies so much, his adorable assistant Taylor, ever even knowing he gets spanked. It is such a God awful thought that he feels physically sick.

“But all of that is to come,” the compare says earnestly, making the entire room grow serious. “Right now, we have the most important element of the night. The collaring.”

Rather than applause or yelps, there is quiet nodding, with eyes stuck on the compare.

The collaring? Belle needs this to stop. He twists around to Miss Maya, who instantly raises her eyebrows as a warning to keep quiet.

Bringing the mic closer and keeping his voice gravely low, the comedian says, “As you know, we have had the latest in collars sent to the Club. German-made. Impregnable.”

Two bunny girls walk briskly to the front of the stage, each holding a small, purple cushion, decorated with yellow tassels. On each of the decorative cushions sits a steel collars.

“As some of you know, each of the collars has a SIM card, like in your phone. A tiny microchip, forever locking onto whatever radio signals or wifi signals there are.” He waves an arm at the frightened sissies in their bunny outfits, “No escape now for the dumb sissies! Not anywhere on the planet!”

There is a cheer that makes it difficult for Belle to breathe. What is happening?

“And in an emergency, the Club will track the sissies if either of the owners requests it! How about that?”

A round of genuinely impressed applause breaks out.

“And,” he continues with his eyes glimmering in the stage lights, “the hotwives know exactly what their sissies are doing at any time of the day! They can contact them through the collar whenever they wish!”

Swallowing, Belle notices the women seem more excited than the men in the audience. Groups of them are breaking away from the guys in their neat dark suits to gossip and laugh at the two bunny girls standing on the stage.

“Obviously, hotwives have only ninety per cent control of their sissies,” says the comic. “We can’t have the ladies making all the decisions, can we?”

The audience laughs, with the women finding this hysterical.

“So, only men they are seeing will be permitted one hundred per cent control. Only the guys will be able to unlock the collars!”

What? Belle claps his hand before his small breasts. Why isn’t Ella granted that right? He turns to stare in terror at his wife, but she is staring up, simpering at her lover, as if she adores him.

The comedian leans forward into the expectant audience, “And only black men at that!”

Belle fears he will be deafened by the applause and stamping that goes on. Lights flash around the room in celebration.

Belle knows he wants no more part of this. He needs to sit down with his wife and discuss this. It is all becoming a little too silly – and scary!

He steps toward Ella in his heels again, and again a tug on the collar from Miss Maya brings him obediently back into position.

The comic raises one of the collars high. “Made with the latest steel design. A locking mechanism that can only be unlocked electronically. Once the sissy is sealed, safely away in one of these, she is not going to escape. Not ever!”

There is a sigh and a clump.

Belle sees one of the bunny girls has fainted onto the floor, his drinks and silver tray all around him.

A mistress has already started caring for him, lightly tapping his cheek and using smelling salts to bring him around.

The comedian shows his teeth, and he looks around the alarmed bunny girls, “Yes, girls, each of you will be fitted with the latest collar in the next few days.” As the crowd titters, he declares, “So deal with it!”

Tears fill Belle’s eyes as she sees the horrified expression on the various bunny girls. They are wearing far smaller, more circular metal collars. Obviously, far less advanced than the technological ones forced upon Belle and Mimi.

The comedian says, “Bring forward the newest sissy cucks, Belle Twinkle and Mimi Pout!”

The two mistresses lead the poor, shaking bunny sissies to the front of the stage, right in front of the cruel audience of hot wives and dominant, black bulls.

“Girls,” the comedian declares, “Cuff the sissies!”

A submissive Belle lets Miss Maya drag behind his back his two arms. It is as if all fight has been sucked out of him.

He feels cold metal; bracelets lock around both wrists.

Belle and Mimi take in each other’s situation, but neither offers hope or support.

“Step forward, the Bulls and hot wives!”

With a strong, protective arm, Caleb guides Ella up next to them. Close up, he is terrifyingly tall, and his confidence is menacing.

From the other side of the stage, the curvy short woman and her Bull step up next to the shaking form of Mimi Pout.

The comic waves a hand to calm the crowd, ready for an announcement of importance.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we ask Caleb Johnson to step forward.”

Belle’s heart is in his mouth as the mountain of a man stands next to him in his tight fitting, dark, elegant suit.

“Caleb Johnson, do you take this sissy as your own possession, to be permanently collared and ruled over by yourself, only to be passed on to your hot wife’s next lover, should she seek another black male?”

He grins, squeezes Belle’s wife and proclaims, “Yes, I do. Only I’m never letting her go!”

The crowd cheers.

The compare says, “Caleb, lock the collar around Belle Twinkle’s neck! Make her yours.”

The Bully raises the steel, curved, and hinged device to place it around the neck of Belle. Up close, it seems bizarrely beautiful, almost an ornament, like an expensive, thick necklace. Belle notices that the front of the collar holds a narrow clue screen, little more than two inches tall and six inches across.

Belle is about to shout, ‘No’ when ….

CLUNK

It locks into place with a sound so final it shakes poor Belle.

“Now,” the comedian says to the couple, “open up the app, press your phones next to the collar and we’ll pair them.”

Both Caleb and Ella hold down the buttons on their phones until two light pings are heard.

“Success!” The presenter announces. “Belle Twinkle is yours!”

The collar vibrates momentarily and then rests, locked resolutely around Belle’s neck.

Applause erupts as people grin and clap for Caleb and Ella. It is as if the Bull and hot wife are heroes!

“Now, Rowan Philippe,” the compare says to the second Bull, “raise the collar for Mimi Pout.”

As poor Mimi Pout watches in shock the collar rise above him, the comedian draws the mic closer to his mouth.

“Rowan Philippe, do you take this sissy as your own possession, to be permanently collared and ruled over by yourself, only to be passed on to your hot wife’s next lover, should she choose another?”

Philippe gives the sissy a cruel grin, “Oh yeh. For sure!”

The cheering from the crowd is as great as when Belle was collared.

“Rowan, lock the collar around Mimi Pout’s neck!”

The Bull does so with even white teeth showing. He could have been a crocodile devouring a victim.

As the collar latches behind the sissy’s head, Belle sees the blue screen on the front come to life.

The presenter steps back so the audience can better view the ceremony, as he says, “press your phones next to the collar to pair them together.”

A shocked Belle sees his fellow captured sissy’s screen flash, bleep a couple of times before words glow into life on the front of the collar: “Mimi Pout”. Beneath them in smaller case are the words: “Owned by Rowan Philippe.”

Putting his false pink fingernails up to his collar, Belle feels the warmth of the screen on the steel collar. It must surely state his new name and his owner on his own collar’s screen!

Oh no!

He feels totally defeated and helpless. He desperately wants to weep.

Then the audience starts laughing, and Belle glances up to see that Mimi Pout’s collar now reads: “Cock Sucker.”

Then the words change to: “Bum Kisser.”

Each time they change, the screen bleeps quietly. The audience cannot hear the sound, but they can see the result and squeal with laughter at each change.

Now it reads: “Dumbest Bitch”.

The poor sissy, Mimi Pout, knows something is happening from the laughter but has no idea what. He puts his carefully crafted pink fingernails to his collar in shock, just as the screen changes again, to, “Foot Kisser.”

But this time, Belle’s collar also shakes. It is his collar bleeping! With helpless horror, he looks at the cruel, teeth-clenched expression of Caleb, who is typing into his phone.

Now the audience is turning its attention from Mimi Pout to Belle Twinkle. The women are nudging each other and pointing to the pitiful figure of Belle.

His collar bleeps and vibrates again, and whatever is written on the collar makes the women at the front of the audience burst out laughing, mopping tears from their eyes.

“Mistress!” Belle squeals to his wife for help.

But Ella has tears running down her cheeks as she says, “Oh, Sir, please, stop. Oh my God it is so funny!”

The screen bleeps again, and this time, women are wiping tears from their eyes as they read the collar of Belle.

Whether it is the sight of the women in the audience weeping with laughter or his own internal humiliation, but Belle feels tears running down his cheeks.

He says to his wife’s lover, “Please, Master, no more!”

Caleb raises his eyebrows with complete innocence, as if he doesn’t know what the problem is before typing more letters into his phone.

This time, the women in the audience applaud!

Looking back with watery eyes to the only person he can think of for support, he sees Mimi’s collar flash up with the letters: “Spank me for a blow job!”

Mimi’s damp eyes are huge with powerless distress.

And as Belle’s collar bleeps and shakes, he sees Mimi look with helpless incredulity. Like Belle, she has no idea what is being written on her collar for the entertainment of others and cannot do a thing about it.

As soon as Caleb releases him from this God-awful collar and the dreadful tiny chastity cage, Belle is going to demand back his name and rescue his wife from this hideous place. Obviously, he will have to ask nicely for his boy clothes, too. Oh, and he needs the bully to give him back his car keys, oh and his house keys!

Belle starts blubbing again, just as his collar bleeps yet again, revealing a new message. He is the only person who cannot read it!

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7  

 

Miss Maya is fussing over Belle Twinkle, formerly Justin Andrew Morse. She uses her thumb to mop up his tears following his ordeal on the stage before his wife and the other wives of sissies trapped at the Dark Towers club.

She studies his appearance with narrow-eyed intensity.

They are back at the staircase leading up to the stage. Not far from them, Miss Paige is checking Mimi Pout, the other sissy the club had ensnared that day, in front of a full-length mirror. She seems concerned about Mimi’s hair, fluffing it up around the bunny ears.

Belle sniffs and sighs.

 “You must be careful with tears,” Miss Maya says in her southern state’s drawl. “It’s easy to smudge the eye makeup, and then you’ll look a real mess.”

She uses her fingers to straighten his bunny ears.

“The guys won’t look at you twice, and your Mistress will get cross with you.” She straightens the strap of his bunny girl outfit over his shoulder. “And you don’t get this yet, but you really don’t want your Mistress angry with you.” She shakes her head, “My word, no.”

“Miss Maya,” Belle’s voice crackles, ready to cry, “I don’t like this. It’s horrible. I want to go home.”

Cocking her head to one side, Miss Maya smiles as if to a child she feels sympathy for. “I know precious. It’s the first few days you sissies find the hardest. Well, maybe the first week or so. Well, okay, sometimes the first six months. You know what I mean.”

“I need to get out of this stupid outfit. Have this damned humiliating collar unlocked, and the chastity released!”

She stands up to her full height, towering above the suddenly alarmed sissy. Has he gone too far?

“I would suggest to a dumb, airheaded sissy like you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Tomorrow you’ll have your first lessons, and the teachers will explain to you how to approach your Master and Owner.” She squints at the name of Belle’s owner, illuminated on his collar beneath his name. “Mr Johnson. And be wary of discussing such matters with your mistress. Masters don’t like their sissies going behind their backs.” She shakes her head, “Oh, no!”

“Lessons, Miss Maya? I’m getting lessons tomorrow?”

She laughs at his concern. “Look, don’t worry your little head about anything. We’ll take care of you.”

Caleb Johnson appears from nowhere, his arm around Ella’s bare shoulders. He snatches the leash handle from Miss Maya.

He nods to the tall, black dominant woman before turning and leading away the sissy. No words are said. He doesn’t believe he needs to say anything, and he doesn’t care if Miss Maya has anything to say.

As for poor Belle, obviously, the dominant Bull doesn’t care what he thinks.

Ella looks back from the safety of the arm of her lover and smiles at her husband at the end of the lead.

Where are they going? A troubled Belle wonders.

Belle has never walked so quickly on heels. He is almost at a trot to keep up with the strides of Caleb.

They press through the laughing groups of elegantly dressed black males and sexily attired women towards the lift. The same lift down which he had come only a few hours before.

The foyer is quieter, with a lower music level than in the large bar area.

The relaxed couples dotted around are like young lovers. Embracing, staring intently at each other and sometimes kissing.

Caleb summons the lift as he says to Ella, “Take the leash. About time you got the hang of walking a dumb sissy about the place.”

A wary Ella accepts the leash handle as if it were radioactive,

“I’d prefer you to lead her,” she says to the Bull.

Caleb shakes his head, clearly not open to discussion.

“You need to get to know it straight away.”

The lift bell tings and the doors swoosh open.

He says, “Just give the leash a sharp tug, then she’ll know she needs to move her fat arse.”

Ella moves her hand slowly before looking helplessly up at her lover. Nothing has happened. Her husband, in his bunny outfit, remained outside the lift.

“No!” he sighs, “a sharper tug to get the bitch moving!”

Ella gives a quick tug to the lead and is surprised at how her husband walks on his heels into the lift. His ears momentarily flattened by the doorway.

“See,” Caleb laughs. “Easy as piss.”

Belle is beside himself with irritation. How dare Ella jerk him around on a leash like this?

He feels it is wise to wait until they are alone before he points this out to his wife.

Caleb is speaking with that low, forceful manner he naturally possesses.

“You’ve got to allow for the fact that cuck sissies are dumb fuckers.”

Ella giggles while Belle quietly fumes.

As the Bull talks, so Belle sees his bunny reflection in the mirrors secured in the walls around the lift. His dick swells up to the metal cage. Wow! He looks so sexy. God, he needs to wank! He can feel his precum filling his tights.

By stepping slightly to one side, he can get a better view of his tail and, heavens above, just look at his legs in those heels!

The Bull is saying, “You’ve got to watch for corners, especially on stairs. Pull the lead out a little to get the dumb fucks to walk around corners. The Mistresses usually carry a crop to help the sissy learn.”

“Oh, I couldn’t beat him, er, her. I just couldn’t.”

Caleb chuckles as he takes her into his arms and kisses her, “You will, babe, you will!”

A few minutes later, they are walking down a wide, luxurious hotel-type corridor. Sparse doors neatly decorate each side of the deeply carpeted floor.

They reach the end to find a door marked C Johnson.

The Bull swipes a key card over a small red box, on which an LED immediately flashes. The door thunks open.

They enter a truly sumptuous apartment. The windows at the far side overlook darkening woodlands beyond which a yellow moon sits in the sky spying over the world.

The scene is straight out of a movie set and reeks of wealth.

Caleb says to Ella, “Get your dress, bra and panties off!”

Oh! Belle is in shock. He knows Ella hates being spoken to like that. She says it makes her feel like a whore.

But oddly, after a shy look at her hubbie, she blushes pink as she obeys the instruction from the Bull.

Snatching the leash from Ella, the dominant male winds it tightly around his hand, drawing poor, scared Belle right up next to his intimidating presence.

All thoughts of protest vanish as Belle is jerked high onto his toes.

“Listen, bitch,” Caleb says quietly. He is not the sort of man who has to shout to make a point. “This is going to be tough for you. You’re going to learn plenty about me, and more importantly, about your wife. It is going to be a shock. But get this, I don’t want to hear about it. You keep your mouth shut.” He grins, “Unless I tell you to open it, because I want to get you to suck something.”

Belle nods quickly, hoping that his swift agreement will allow the Bull to lower him back to the floor.

The Bull’s dark eyes don’t blink as he stares deep into the sissy cuck. “You’re going to learn a lot about yourself, too. Stuff you can’t imagine. For you, this has been a wanking game for years. You get dressed, you play with yourself, you dress back in your boy clothes, and put your toys away. You think that’s an end to it.”

Belle nods rapidly.

“But what you are going to learn here is that this is you. There is no off switch. You are a dumb fuck of a pansy, and by the time we’ve finished with you, that’s your sum total in this world. Got it?”

Belle swallows as he says, “Yes, Master. Of course, Master.”

A soft voice from behind the Bull.

“Aw, you’re frightening the poor thing.”

Caleb and Belle look at the incredibly sexy wife, now standing in just a garter belt, stockings, heels and a necklace.

As Belle is released back to stand on his heels, he thinks, ‘Oh hell, she is so damned beautiful!’

Suddenly, he wants to get out. Reclaim his lovely wife. Tell her how much he loves her. Tell her they must never do anything like this again, that she is his and his alone.

An ugly pain rips through his being as the bully grabs his wife and kisses her like an animal.

Effortlessly, Caleb hoists the sexually alive wife into his arms, kisses her again, and carries her beyond a cream sofa through a door into a large, lavish bedroom.

Poor gasping Belle is dragged behind on the end of the leash.

He throws the wife onto the bed, where she bounces in a fit of breathless giggles.

“Here,” he says, offering her the leash handle, “hold this!”

The Bull is ordering her around as if she were a dog. Belle knows his wife hates that. Yet she looks up at the powerful man and squirms her body, rubbing her thighs together. Her eyes are glazing over.

What is happening?

Ella takes the leash, holding it in her fingers.

Belle finds himself having to edge closer to the bed in his heels as his wife’s arm moves over her tummy.

Caleb strips off his clothing, a smirk on his face as he studies the squirming slut on the bed. Belle becomes aware of a deep, animal musky smell.

It is a little like the odour found on squash courts after a tough match. He wonders if that is pure testosterone.

It feels so masculine, making Belle feel feminine.

The Bull flicks his mobile phone onto the cabinet next to the bed and then pulls off his pants.

He is now naked, bar a gold chain around his neck.

As Belle has never seen them actually make love before. Though he has certainly heard his wife’s desperate shouting of, ‘yes, yes’, this is the first time he has seen the muscular, taut dark body of Caleb.

But the attention of he and his wife are fixed on only one aspect of the domineering male’s body.

His cock is partially erect yet already enormous. Bigger than any cock Bella has ever seen before. It is already more than seven inches and so thick that Belle doesn’t think he could put his fingers around it.

In her stockings, Ella crawls towards the Bull’s massive prick with her eyes glazing over.

Her lips part, and she gazes up at the dominant male with expectation.

He nods, and she throws her mouth around the penis, sucking it noisily and needily.

What? But she hates even kissing Belle’s penis! What is happening?

The dominant male brutally grabs his slut’s hair and forces her up and down the top of his shaft. She can barely go halfway down without choking.

Reaching under her arms, he throws her back onto the bed, forcing Belle to shuffle down towards the pillows as his leash grows taut.

Caleb crawls between her legs, his cock fully erect. Enormous. Ready to take its prize.

Snatching the leash from the hand of his slut he tugs it to make Belle look at him.

“Your life is about to be destroyed, bunny!” He grunts an ugly laugh, “Hey, slut, how about we call her Bunny?”

He lifts up his phone, and Ella stops writhing to watch with drowsy interest.

He taps out some letters, and as Belle hears a ping on his collar, he sees a sleepy-looking wife laugh.

“Oh!” She grins at her lover, “You are horrible!”

She slides down the bed to bring his massive, erect cock close to her pussy, already shimmering wet from arousal.

He presses his manhood against her wet hole and softly enters her.

As she arches her back, groaning with pleasure, he pushes it in deeper and starts the slow rhythmic thrusts he knows will send her over the edge.

He looks up at the bunny girl attired sissy, with his pink lipsticked lips hanging open, “Hey, Bunny, she’ll never want you again. You got that? You’re way too small and useless for her now. Finished!” He gives a tug on the leash, “You hear me, Bunny?”

Belle whispers, “No, no!” He puts his hands up to his mouth. “Please stop.”

With a laugh, Caleb rams himself home as his slut’s stockinged legs grip his thighs.

She shakes with orgasm after orgasm, shouting, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Caleb watches every horror-struck twitch of the poor cuck’s face. He never tires of seeing a sissy cuck realise traps are springing shut behind him, trapping his sissy arse. The trapdoor has opened, and they have fallen before they even know what has hit them.

He presses his hard cock deep inside Ella, making her pulsate with more orgasms, her thighs quivering.

Tears have sprung into Belle’s eyes. He dabs his fingers at them, remembering Miss Kaya’s instructions on being careful not to mar the makeup.

After her volcano of an orgasm, Ella slowly, moment by moment, returns to the land of the living. Her eyes flicker half open, and as she sees her lover, she smiles. “I love you.”

Another ugly laugh from the Bull as he looks up at the defeated cuck. “What do you think of that, Bunny?”

Poor Belle is beyond words. He has never before seen his wife enjoy sex like that. She always seemed to regard it as a chore on par with the ironing, which she hates.

He feels empty and ill, as if he has lost part of himself.

“I, er, I, …” Belle is unable to look at the crowing Bull who is tightening his grip on Belle’s leash.

Caleb turns back to the cuck’s wife and kisses her.

“I think your Bunny is speechless.”

“Aw,” she slaps the bare, muscular arm of her lover with a playful grin. “Change her name back to Belle. Poor thing.”

Keeping his cock rooted inside the hotwife, he takes his phone from the cupboard and taps away at the keyboard until Belle’s collar bleeps.

Ella kisses his cheek, “Thank you, Sir. I do like her name of Belle”

The wimpy hubbie closes his eyes with relief. At least the name in his collar reads Belle, rather than Bunny!

Rubbing her stockinged thigh against his rough leg, Ella says, “I think poor Belle can have an early night.”

Caleb knows he has to put a stop to any thought of the sissy cuck getting a reprieve, so he slides deep inside her until she gasps as if short of air. With satisfaction, he watches the sense flow out of her as sexual lust fills her mind.

And then he rams back and fore. Slowly. Evenly.

“You say something, Slut? You want the sissy cuck to go?” He grins, “Or maybe to stay and watch you perform again?”

Ella mumbles, “Yes, oh yes. Yes. Yes.”

Caleb knows that she is reacting to his shagging rather than the question, but he loves teasing the distraught cuck.

“Hey, shall I give your Belle twelve slices of the cane?”

“Oh my God,” Ella is croaking, “yes, yes, yes!”

Caleb gives the leash a sharp tug, bending the bunny girl over by ninety degrees. Poor Belle’s face is now inches from that of his wife.

“You hear that sissy cuck? Twelve slices of my cane.”

“Please, no, Master,” Belle says, his eyes swimming with tears.

“Then look at your fucking slut of a wife performing for a real man!”

Belle does so, barely recognising his own wife experiencing yet more orgasms.

“You think she’ll ever want to even see your little dick, let alone waste her time by having it inside her?”

“Master, please …”

Belle’s pleading is cut short as the leash tightens and hauls him closer to the bed.

His wife has snatched the lead and is now running her hand around to the back of his hair to grip it and make him squeal in pain.

She forces his mouth onto hers and kisses him voraciously.

A weeping Belle says, “I love you, Mistress. I love you more than anything, I …”

She grins and twists his hair until she can kiss him as the toy she now owns.

She pulls his head away and says, “Now stand there until your Master dismisses you!”

Caleb loves this!

The dumb cuck is now truly dommed by the wife he is fucking.

Belle backs away quickly on his heels, relieved to watch the handle of the leash slide off the bed.

He sees his wife run her arms around the beefy male’s neck, haul him close to her, and kiss him.

Belle feels sick with the loss cucks know only too well, but as he sniffs up his tears, he thinks about that stupendous kiss from Ella. When has she ever kissed him like that?

For almost half an hour, the Bull makes the wife cum multiple times, until ultimately he pumps his seed deep inside her belly.

Belle wants to stop the dreadful bully cumming inside her but knows he cannot.

As the two lovers lay back, Ella shaking and convalescing on the bed, Belle notices that every so often his wife’s thighs shake, as if she is having minor orgasms.

One of Ella’s suspenders has come loose from the stocking tops and lies sexily over her smooth thigh.

He sees Caleb open his eyes and say, “Hey, get your sissy to her room. She’ll need an early night.

Ella smiles, rubbing her hand down the sweaty muscles of his chest. “Aw, that’s nice of you, to think of her.”

He chuckles. “Na. She starts her lessons tomorrow. I need her to be fresh for that. They start at eight.”

Belle says, “Master? What lessons?”

The Bull waves a hand carelessly at the bunny girl to tell him to stop talking.

Ella says sleepily, “I’m sure your Master has sorted it all out for you, Belle. So hush.”

“But, Mistress, I think we should leave tonight. Get my car and …”

Caleb sits up quickly with his face hardening.

Belle steps back in his heels until he feels his tail flatten against the wall.

“Sorry, Master, I was just thinking. You see, I’m not sure that this is quite what we have in mind.”

Ella swings her legs off the bed.

“Be a good girl and fasten my suspender, Belle.”

She’s giving him instructions! Why isn’t she backing him up in his arguments about them leaving?

Well, he won’t obey her, that is for sure.

Yet he finds himself stepping to her in his heels, crouching down and fastening the suspender to her stocking. Her thigh is radiating heat.

He feels himself pump sperm uselessly into his suspender.

Ella smooths her husband’s blonde hair, “Now, Belle, your Master has had a busy day looking after the two of us. I’m sure you don’t want to bother him with any silliness right now, do you?”

“But Mistress, we …”

She gives him a look that sub males learn to read from a dominant woman. Her eyebrows are raised, the eyes wide with warning.

Belle lowers his head, feeling his bunny ears shake and says, “Yes, Mistress.”

She cups his chin.

“I am so looking forward to putting you to bed! It will be like having my own baby.”

He feels his cheeks burn red. Why did she say that in front of this horrible bully?

A grinning Caleb crawls closer and says, “And don’t worry, sissy, once your Mistress has put you to bed, me and your Mistress are going to get down to some serious fucking. All while you rub your useless, little caged clitty and think about your lessons tomorrow.”

Ella laughs, “Oh, stop it, Sir, you’re tormenting my sissy cuck!”

Caleb shrugs as it is all a joke, “So what? That’s what these dumb fucks are for. She exists for our fun from here on in.”

Ella wraps her arms around his neck, and they quickly screw again.

Belle pouts hard and folds his arms beneath his A-size breasts made of the corset and bunny girl outfit.

His fingers touch the steel collar around his neck, feeling the warmth of the screen that torments him so much. He checks his Master and Mistress are too lost in their own shagging world to notice, before letting his free hand slide down to his crotch to rub himself ineffectually through the smooth surface of the bunny girl costume.

What he’d give to be unlocked and permitted to cum!