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- Club zero 9 revisited: Angel by Deborah Ford December 19, 2024
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- Club zero 9 revisited: Angel by Deborah Ford
  Club zero 9 revisited For those who haven’t read the Deborah Ford Club Zero 9 books, you need to know that a place exists where Bulls and their hotwives send their cucks for deep, immersive training to become sissy maids. A variety of dominant women teach the cucks their place while the psychiatrist, Dr Richter, helps the reluctant but gullible cucks over their fears and to face up to their futures This is a short excerpt of events at the training areas of the club that weren’t part of the novels. Angel by Deborah Ford “Come in,” Dr Richter calls out as she sends a report of her previous patient sissy’s progress to her new Master and Mistress. She glances up in time to see one of the men who help oversee the sissy cuck’s education pull Angel, a newish sissy pupil, by his pink leash into her study. The psychiatrist can see immediately that the sissy is flustered, and flushed faced. They are so delightful after just a few days training when they have, to some extent learnt their place but still believe they can escape the system. Such adorable dumb blondes – they are usually blonde as stipulated by their owners. This sissy’s blonde hair is styled with pretty, tight curls, which, despite the light make up, makes him look childishly cute. She rises to accept the leash from the grinning hunky guy in his dark overalls. “She any trouble?” Dr Richter asks the unshaven, masculine male. With a grunt of a laugh he says, “Sissy cucks a problem? Not in this lifetime.” He looks down at the sissy in her schoolgirl attire of white blouse, short bib, pleated dress, white socks and three inch heels. The impregnable, hi-tech steel collar is tight around her neck, with the screen reading, ‘ANGEL’ Angel stamps her foot and quietly fumes, knowing she is not permitted to speak. “You can release her cuffs,” Dr Richter says. Grabbing the sissy’s shoulders, the dominant male physically turns the little sissy about on her heels to unlock the handcuffs. As Dr Richter leads the sissy by her leash to the leather padded couch, she calls back, “And pick her up in an hour please.” Another grunt of laughter and the man is gone, leaving Dr Richter alone with her current prey who visibly relaxes now there are no men in the room “Oh, Dr Richter, I am so glad to see you again! You won’t believe what has been happening to me.” Angel rolls her eyes at all her misfortunes. “Everyone has the wrong idea and …” A smiling Dr Richter raises her eyebrows and the sissy stops yammering. “When should a sissy maid speak?” She asks, as if amused by the scamp. “I’m so sorry, Dr Richter.” He moves into his childish reciting mode, “A sissy maid only speaks when spoken to, when given permission or after raising a hand and being given approval.” Dr Richter rests her palm against the hot cheek of the sissy, “So why don’t you relax on my sofa and tell me all about it.” The psychiatrist releases the leash, and the collar screen briefly flashes: ‘LEASH REMOVED’, before returning to the name, ‘Angel’. Sitting in the manner commanded of sissies by Club Zero Nine, Angel presses her skirt up against the backs of her legs, sits elegantly on the coach and then keeping her thighs together, swings her legs up and lies down. “It has been so, so awful, Dr Richter. Really horrible!” “Aw, Angel. You do sound as if you have been in the wars.” The psychiatrist settles in her deep seat, picking up her tablet. It is already open at Angel’s page. “Oh, Angel, congratulations. I see you have passed the walking and sitting tests, so you have won the privilege of wearing tights like a big girl.” Smiling as modestly as he can, Angel says, “I couldn’t have done it without your help, Dr Richter.” Dr Richter leans forward and rubs the nylon around over the sissy’s thighs. She loves the erotic tingle. It is like electric. “The first time I laid eyes on you, I said you were a natural, dumb, sissy cuck, didn’t I?” Though he winces at being called a dumb, sissy cuck, Angel is too thrilled at having his thighs rubbed to complain. He closes his eyes, his breathing growing more shallow as the fingers of Dr Richter push under his skirt, and tickle the inside of his thighs. He tries to speak, “Dr Richter, I am not really dumb. It’s just that our training means that …” “Oh silly, Angel. Both your Master and your Mistress said you were dumb when they signed you in.” Angel’s eyes flash open. “That’s another thing. I hate having to address him as Master. He is an uncouth Bully. My wife, erm, Mistress, is besotted by him. She doesn’t know what a Bully he is …” Dr Richter says quietly, “And what is that around your neck, Angel?” His heart sinks, but he knows he must reply. “It’s his collar, Dr Richter.” She stops dragging her nails over his nylon clad thighs. “Whose collar, Angel?” He closes his eyes, taking in a deep angry breath. “Master’s! It is Master’s collar, Dr Richter.” “And whose neck is your Master’s collar around, Angel?” He pouts, looking away in fury. “It’s Master’s collar locked around the neck of his sissy cuck.” “And isn’t it so divine, Angel? Light pink painted steel. Lovely little lock at the front. And look how narrow and pretty it is. These modern batteries are so small the collars can be truly sissy size.” “But Dr Richter, it means that,” he sighs before he can say the word, “Master, knows where I am. I mean like always! And can administer electric shocks. And he can change the lettering on the front screen. Whenever he wants. And …” Pressing her finger against his pouting pink lips, she says, “Oh do hush Angel. You are making yourself so cross. We don’t want a tantrum, do we, Angel?” His eyes flash in fear as he gasps. He was caned twice that morning for being naughty, according to the teachers. Oh, how he hates the cane. He knows Dr Richter has a long thin cane she keeps in her tall cupboard if her patients act up in any way and she ensures they all feel it on their first two visits. They don’t forget it. “Are we going to behave like a good girl, Angel?” “Yes, Dr Richter, sorry Dr Richter.” The psychiatrist’s pussy melts at the sight of her dumb arsed sissies showing their fear. “I mean,” she says with a tight grin, “You wouldn’t want your Master to know you’ve been playing up in your sessions with me. Now would you?” “No! Please Dr Richter. Please don’t tell Master. Please, please!” Oh God, his eyes are flashing like traffic lights. “Oh? Are you asking me to lie to your owner, Angel? I do hope not.” Sissies at Club Zero Nine, learn in a short space of time that when they are in a hole, to stop digging. He says nothing but shakes his head so that the curls flick back and for over his cheeks. She desperately needs to mount him, resting her sopping pussy over his mouth and commanding him to start licking. She needs to get a grip. That’s the trouble with dumb cuck sissies, they are such a turn on that they can be dangerously distracting. “Now Angel, your Master pays extra for our little chats. Isn’t that good of him?” He nibbles his lips, he doesn’t want to give the bully who is wrecking his life any credit, but knows the required answer, so whispers, “Yes, Dr Richter, I guess so.” He smiles up at her, with an expression of affection, like a puppy with its owner. “I do love our chats, Dr Richter. It’s so good that someone is on my side and that I can talk to you about anything.” “Oh, silly cuck. We are all on your side here. All we want is for you to graduate as a complete sissy maid for the pleasure of your Master and Mistress. And all we ask of you is that you attend to your lessons and pay attention.” He wrinkles his face. “I know Mistress, but sometimes it is so hard. I only agreed to come here for a few days as a laugh. Now I am booked in for the entire week. And Master and Mistress have signed me up for the second week already!” To avoid laughing out loud, Dr Richter affects a cough. How dumb are sissies? They are such a delight “Well,” she says softly, “I’m afraid you have been signed up. So best get on with it, eh?” “But Dr Richter, on the next course we have to wear a spiked chastity cage. Teacher says it will help us know what happens when maids are naughty. And, and ….” He closes his eyes, “this afternoon we have to learn how to suck a dildo and a vibrator!” “Well, looking at how you got an A plus for pussy licking, I am sure you will make your Master and Mistress very proud of your efforts on cock sucking. Your teachers will guide you very thoroughly.” He shakes his head, “Dr Richter, no! I am not gay. I’ll hate it and …” She taps her finger against his lips to shut him up. “You are a maid, silly. As such you have to please everyone.” She chuckles affectionately, “You don’t think that airhead maids like you get to choose who you please and serve, do you? That wouldn’t work at all. Silly girl.” “Well, no, Dr Richter, but I’m not a real sissy maid like those sluts back in the classroom. Master brought me and Mistress here for a bit of a buzz. He told us to come see it all.” Angel’s eyes grow glassy and unfocussed. “Of course, as soon as I got here, I wanted to try that special electronic chastity cage. It looked fun and this collar, which is so horrible and cruel really, but looks so hot. Oh my, and the maid’s dresses and these school girl uniforms and …” His voice falters, and he suddenly looks miserable as if understanding how he has been trapped so easily. Dr Richter presses her nails back under his skirt until she reached the metal of the chastity cage, whose hard, unforgiving surface she strokes firmly. “Aw, you must feel so dumb, maid. There you were trying stuff your Master recommended and all of a sudden you are signed up for the first week. Just like that. Such a whirl wind for a stupid sissy.” That word stupid again! Angel frowns and clenches his fists. “It wasn’t stupid, Dr Richter. I didn’t know what I was signing and I …” glumly, he sighs. “Oh dear, that does sound a bit dumb, I guess. I mean maybe I should have read it.” He sees Dr Richter smiling at him with the sort of smile teachers reserve for young children when they admit to a mistake. “Yes, or perhaps asked your Master for advice. Tomorrow you will get lessons on how to ask adults for guidance. A sissy like you will find that a great help in navigating this complicated world.” Pressing her fingers along his nicely smooth balls, Dr Richter waits for his eyes to close in sexual need before saying, “So you are so pleased you have your Master and Mistress to make big important decisions for you, yes?” He nods and groans a ‘yes’, pressing down his hips to increase the erotic pressure of her touch on his crotch. “Oh, yes, yes, Dr Richter.” She leans in so close to the fairy that she can smell his flowery perfume, the same scent all maids have while they are studying here. “I bet you are really grateful to your Master and Mistress for making the right decisions for you.” His eyes can barely open, he knows he has to resist. “Well, I, I …” She cooes, “And another couple of A stars in your class work and you earn your stockings. How about that?” He arches his back and groans. “Oh, my, Dr Richter, I would like that.” She grins, it’s like guiding a mouse into a snare. Bang and he’ll be caught forever. “And just think, Angel, if you get five As for class and homework, your Master will be asked if you can have the level one maid’s uniform. How about that?” Her fingers are now pressing hard on his cage, and she can feel him squirting uselessly inside his cage. Her panties are now soaked with pleasure. “You’d love your Master to sign you up for the third week as well, wouldn’t you?” He is trying to say ‘no’, but his brain is floating high up into a pink sky with pink comforting clouds and a warm pink sun. She turns on the recorder on her tablet as Angel squirms so that his skirt pulls up showing her panties through her tights. “Erm, nooooo,” Has he said no? he tries again, but it is hard to speak. What was he saying ‘no’ to? His brain is too fuzzy to work. “Yes, sissy, and think about that third all important week. That beautiful, full black uniform with the frills. Go on, you’d love your Master to put you down for that, wouldn’t you?” He is shaking his head, feeling his curls gently scratching at his hot cheeks. Her lips are next to his ear now. “Now just think, sissy. A completely qualified, fully attired maid standing in your own front room, before your superior Master and Mistress. A happy girl.” He splutters out, “Yes, oh yes. Yes please.” “So how would you ask your Master to sign you up for the third week? What would you say?” “Ooooh.” He can already feel the wonderful black maid’s dress around him, the beautiful apron, the wonderful heels. The outfit he has seen on the level three and level four sissies is so adorable and hot. “Oh God. Yes, yes. Please Master, book me in for the third week. Please.” Dr Richter is close to cumming. Is there anything more exciting in the world than watching a dumb cuck sissy sign away her life, “Come on Angel,” she says sucking in air to breathe. “You can ask nicer than that. Go for it.” Somehow deep in his addled mind, Angel is saying to himself: go on, that would be so hot to say those words. After all that horrible bully can’t hear you. Your Mistress cannot hear you. Who would know? His dick is filling its relentless cage, pumping continuously, so that his panties and tights around his crotch are sopping wet, yet he can never quite cum. “Oh, Master, please, pretty please, oh please sign me up for week three and week four, and all the weeks. Please. Please. I’d be so grateful. Really. Please.” Suddenly his dick is no longer being played with. The world is returning to its orbit. His eyes flash open. He is back in the friendly psychiatrist’s office on the third floor of Club Zero 9. Just above the classrooms. Dr Richter is busy holding her tablet up close to her pc and tapping out something on the keyboard. She sees the recorded file of Angel and marks it as ‘Angel’s request to her Master’. She mutters to herself, “Now, where is your owner’s email address? Where … ah …” “Dr Richter,” Angel starts, fear and dread filling his face, “what are you doing?” Dr Richter turns on him, the way a tiger might turn on its quarry in the jungle. “Quiet, Angel. Else I’ll get one of the men to cane you on your way back to class.” Oh! Like all sissies, he hates the cane. A bottom spanking or even a paddling can be quite erotic, but the cane is dreadful. A real punishment. “Sorry, Dr Richter, it is just that …” She just glares at him, with a tightening face to make Angel lie back and feel stormy dread filling his tummy. Dr Richter grins as she presses a button on the keyboard and says, “And send!” He feels breathless and lightheaded from the remains of his arousal. “Oh no!” A mischievous grin twitches on the psychiatrist’s lips as she adopts a sympathetic manner, “Oh Angel? Did you not want me to send your lovely request to your owner?” There are tears in his eyes. “No, Dr Richter. I didn’t mean it. I need to get home to my wonderful wife and look after her.” “Really?” her eyes gleam with malice, “Hasn’t anyone told you that we have placed a fourth week maid at your Mistress and her lover’s disposal? I can assure you, your Mistress is being well looked after.” She takes in the dumb cuck’s astonishment before gently continuing. “It is just so your Mistress can learn how to control one of you dumb sissy maids. It’ll make it easier for you when your Master feels you have passed all the courses, and he can allow you home to serve them both.” “But, but,” a tearful Angel is spluttering, searching for the right words. She strokes back the blonde curls of the delightfully helpless cuck. “You mustn’t upset yourself. Poor thing. It is best that your Master makes the decisions for you and your Mistress now.” She kisses his forehead, “You’ll see.” “Dr Richter, please tell me how I stop all this, how I can …” “Aw, would you believe it, Angel. Your our time is up. It’ll all have to wait until tomorrow and your next session. You do want more sessions, don’t you?” “Oh yes, yes please,” Angel says putting her manicured pink fingernails up to her pretty pink lips. “You are the only person I can talk to about all this. The other girls on the course are real sissies. And they are all such dumb, stupid sissies. They just want to talk about the schoolgirl outfits we have to wear and which shoes will be best for the black maid’s dress when they graduate.” “Oh? And Angel which schoolgirl outfit do you prefer?” Suddenly Angel becomes animated, as if all her stress has vanished. She sits up, “Oh Dr Richter, I really like this one with the bib part, but I have seen one which has sweet ruffles along the edges of the bib. But I also liked the short, pleated tartan skirts with the white blouses we were made to wear on the first day. Oh, and the short grey skirts too. The teachers say they are best with tights not stockings but …” Dr Richter laughs gently, “I am sure you love your girly chats with the other cucks here.” She presses a button on the intercom, “Our session is over. Would you mind talking Angel back to her class.” A rough male voice just says ‘yeh’ over the speaker. “Aw,” it feels like the end of the world for Angel. “Dr Richter, I wish we could talk for longer.” “I know sweetie.” She checks her tablet screen and smiles with surprise. “Especially as you have an A star in oral sex with women. Oh, I do like an accomplished sissy cuck. Clever girl.” Angel blushes, “The teachers say I am a natural.” She reads another page. “So I see. I think I’ll be looking for a two hour session from you, perhaps in my apartment.” “I would love that, Dr Richter,” he beams, but then furrows his brow. “But I am not sucking the dildos.” “Angel, you will be delightful at it, I am sure. I bet all the guys will be wanting to take you for walks on your leash and guide you from your lessons to lunch and to my office, once you pass that course.” The look of horror on Angel’s face delights Dr Richter. She needs to rub it in. “Oh, and just look at those lip implants your kind owner has paid for. Hmmm. Delectable!” He touches his humiliatingly inflated pink lips. “The teachers say it lasts a week, so they’ll be back to normal by Friday.” “Don’t you worry your pretty little head. We top them up weekly. Your Master was adamant about that.” A knock on the door and the hunky male in his overalls enters. “Take back the bimbo, Doctor?” “Yes, please. Important oral sex on males lessons this afternoon,” she turns with an innocent expression to her prey. “You wouldn’t want to miss them would you Angel?” Angel is about to remonstrate, but the man is already roughly pulling her from the couch and cuffs her wrists behind her back. Why must they be so harsh with the sissies? “Dr Richter, I really don’t need to be handcuffed. It frightens me.” Dr Richter is all reasonableness. “Oh silly girl. It is for your own good. We wouldn’t want you getting into trouble on your way back to classes,” she checks that the male is listening as she adds, “now that the men can paddle that ever so cute bottom of yours.” Angel gasps. “Dr Richter!” Why did she say that when he is helpless on the end of the leash with this thug. Oh no! he might get the wrong idea. The brute anchors the leash on the collar as its screen flashes from ‘Angel’ to ‘LEASHED’. The screen then reverts back to his sissy name. Angel hates being cuffed when around men. They are so powerful, and she already feels timid and weak next to them. Not least because of his swishy short schoolgirl outfit. As the caretaker tugs on the leash, indicating that Angel must start walking, Dr Richter calls out merrily, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Angel.” Even on his three inch heels, Angel finds he needs to concentrate to stop tumbling over when being pulled on a leash. With his hands handcuffed behind him, it is difficult to balance. Though the teachers patted his bottom as he was so good at it when the sissies were being taught how to walk on leads. “Thank you, Dr Richter,” he calls back in his sing song voice. And then gives the psychiatrist a pretty smile. Dr Richter saves her last words before the door closes, “Good girl, Angel. And remember to behave. You wouldn’t want to be spanked by this man with his paddle before your next lesson.” The door closes, just as a wide eyed Angel looks back in shock at his friend, the psychiatrist. Dr Richter chuckles as she checks her next subject. 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- Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Nine
  Austin is exhausted by the time Nurse Debi returns to collect him. True to her word, the salon staff had not done anything to damage or harm him, though he could have happily done without some of the “treatments.” His hair was now longer and undeniably feminine. That of a girl. His older extensions had been replaced and the color lightened and renewed. Lovely blonde with highlights, waves and curls. His eyebrows had been plucked and trimmed into an unmistakably feminine arch, and lash extensions had been adhered to his eyelashes. The laser hair removal treatment was repeated on his face, followed by a rejuvenating mask and facial, leaving him with soft feminine facial skin. No makeup was applied—he was told that would come later (as part of his training). And his nails were treated to a manicure and a clear lacquer , but no colored polish or tips—again to come as part of his training. Even without makeup, he is truly darling and exudes femininity. And he smells feminine too—thanks to touches of perfume behind his ears and on the insides of his wrists. He finds the scent quite distracting—making it harder to think. Nurse Debi arrives a few minutes after 5:00—she seems amazed at the transformation— “Wow, Chloe-Anne—you clean up nice!” “And you smell delicious!” (Whispering and winking.) He frowns at this and blushes furiously, but at the same time a pulse causes his trapped member to swell in its prison. He helplessly squirts in his panties. He is losing control. Debi continues— “Why don’t we head to the room? I imagine that you would like to rest before dinner.” “Sounds good to me.” “I cannot get over the difference—how pretty you look. I mean, you were pretty before, but you’re amazing now. I can’t wait to see you in full makeup!” Austin again involuntarily spurts into his panties. Debi takes his hand, and they walk to their room. “Here we are! Hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to need to share the bed. It is big enough for two, so it should be fine. Your uniforms, underwear, nightwear and shoes are in the closets and built-ins on the left, and there are two vanities in the bathroom—one for each of us. And your meds are on the bedside table.” “Meds? I thought that wath over!” “The shots are over, at least for now, but there’s other stuff. Since you have been here you have been pumped full of large doses of various heavy-duty medicines, including pharmaceutical-grade female hormones, and I’m not sure what else. There are four or five times the hormones of a 15-year old girl coursing through your veins—you should start feeling their effects in the next day or so. To stop cold now would cause a terrible and painful withdrawal, maybe even more time in the Clinic, and you have to continue your therapy and conditionings. It will only be pills, different pills serving different purposes, and you won’t know which is which. None of us do, so you have to take them all out of self-protection. Even going one day without can cause severe adverse reactions. And be prepared—in addition to the emotional and physical effects, the meds for boys induce severe period symptoms, ‘monthlies’, for around five days a month. No blood, just bloating, bad cramps, bitchiness and the other things that go with it. The Manor thinks that only fair—it puts sissies on an equal footing with ‘real’ girls.” “That is truly dreadful!” “Yes, but it could be worse. The five days can easily be extended almost indefinitely with the right medication—for punishment or any other purpose. Trust me, you don’t want that!” “Seriously? Periods?” “Yes. But at least you won’t have to deal with all that goes with them.” “Unbelievable.” “Debi, can we talk some more? I still have questions.”” “Sure. What’s on your mind?” “Well, you mentioned something about vaginal aversion—what’s that all about?” “They call it ‘therapy,’ but it is clearly not for the benefit of the patient. It started with an attempt by The Manor to develop a cure for lesbianism. Some, particularly the husbands of wayward wives, specifically asked for that service. The idea was simple—brainwash or hypnotize the subject into believing that sex with women is viscerally repulsive. The sight of and smell of their genitalia, playing with or sucking their breasts and nipples, kissing their lipsticked lips—all of that. But they underestimated the depth of the female to female attraction, which proved much too difficult to defeat. In most cases the treatment only led to better hygiene. So the program was shelved—discontinued.” “Then someone came up with the great idea of permanently punishing a male by both feminizing him and making it impossible for him to take any pleasure from anything having to do with a woman’s sex—the very thing the male might have once obsessed over. Add to that absolute obedience on the part of the patient, and a dominant woman would be able to torture the male with her genitalia—by merely making him pleasure her, and using the visceral revulsion against him. And so the therapy was reborn. Helpless to resist, completely repulsed, and unable to enjoy—complete emasculation.” “Did it work?” “Did it ever! But The Manor didn’t stop there. They decided to that it would be even more effective if the male still retained a deep attraction to females, so it was coupled with an extreme fetish for women’s backsides and feet. The smell, the taste, needing to worship, needing to lick, pure obsession—and the Program was the ideal vehicle.” Austin listens, not fully believing what he is hearing. “But that’s not all. The Manor then determined that the physical displeasure was not enough—so the brainwashing and hypnotic programming were modified so that the patient would actually fear dominant women’s vaginas, breasts, nipples and lips—any sexual thought of them would cause panic and fear. And the prospect of having any contact with them would be terrifying!” “For obvious reasons, dominant women have been thrilled by being able to subject their once upon a time males to this therapy. These are women who already sexually get off and delight in demeaning and torturing the males—this is to them like a cherry on icing on a cake. Two cherries, in fact! Truly perverted! Can you imagine how empowering for them it must be? That in itself is frightening!” “Are they going to do that to me?” “”I don’t know. That kind of thing doesn’t show up in a patient’s chart—it would have been in the ‘confidential’ part of your application. Only your sponsor, the Program and The Manor know.” “That’s a lot to take in.” “I know.” “How will I know if they’re doing it to me?” “I guess you just look for the signs. They’ll likely disguise what they are doing—you won’t know until it’s too late. And you’ll know it has happened once the effects begin.” “But am I not going to become a slut and a ladies maid—won’t that protect me?” “It doesn’t work that way, I’m afraid. You’d still be slutty, but other than ‘involuntary’ interactions on your part, certain things would be ‘off the table.’ And as a ladies maid, you would have a lot of intimate contact with your Mistress, so by undergoing the therapy that personal contact would be far less of a distraction and you’d be much less of an annoyance to your Mistress. So it would actually enhance your service and keep you from thinking improper thoughts. It would also keep you more focused on acts of submission.” “They seem to think of everything.” “Afraid they do.” “What happens tomorrow?” “Tomorrow is your first day of Personal Service training. And you will start Femininity training as well. So you will wear your ‘personal service’ uniform.” “Like the girls at lunch?” “That’s right. I will walk you to your first class on my way to rounds.” “What are the classes?” “For the Personal Service and Femininity, you will start with makeup, how to apply both yours and your Mistress’s, then manners and deportment, hair styling and care, and giving manicures and pedicures. The last couple of days are laboratories where you demonstrate your proficiency on yourself and the other students, and then exams in which you serve and are evaluated by the staff. It will be a very intense week for you.” “Intense? They must be very strict.” “They are. But it is not intense because of that. Everything they make you learn or do will be eroticized and sexualized—you know, with what your chastity has been doing to you? By the end of the first day you will be mindlessly aroused. By the end of the week, just mindless. Courtesy of the Program. And the effects are permanent. Merely putting on foundation, blush, mascara or any other makeup still gets me all hot and bothered.” “But you aren’t mindless?” “I know. But I wasn’t medicated and programmed to be a maid. And you will go on to Maid Service after Personal Service. Again, everything you do as a maid will come to stimulate you sexually, and you will be helpless to resist, and will become a perfectly mannered and behaved maid. I’m told the some of the maids can almost orgasm just from curtsying. You will actually train by becoming part of The Manor’s maid staff for the week, rigidly supervised, of course. And after that, on to Slut Training.” “But Debi, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to Riley—my wife.”” “I know, Babes. I wish I could help—but there is nothing that can be done. At this point it is inevitable But I do promise to make this as easy for you as I can.” Debi sees Austin’s eyes welling up with tears. “None of that, we’ll both be punished. Now dry those eyes! And we need to head over for something to eat.” “Okay. But I’m not real hungry.” They go back to the dining area, and Austin more or less plays with his soup, rather than eating it. He has had a long day, and is ready for bed by the time they get back to the room. Debi tries to cheer him up— “Would it be okay with you if we wear matching nighties tonight? I think we have just the thing.” Debi holds up a diaphanous pink baby doll and matching panties—both heavily ruffled. “You have one too! We’ll probably mess up our panties, but the maids will take care of that in the morning.” “Maids?” “Oh. Sorry! I didn’t mean to… .” “No. It’s okay. If that’s the way it’s going to be then so be it. I would very much enjoy sleeping with you dressed like that.” “Me too. Now when we do finally turn in there are some things I am going to have to help you with—I don’t have a choice. Basically, you won’t be able to use your hands, but I don’t think that will be a problem. And you’ll need to wear earbuds. Hope that’s okay.”” “But you’ll be there with me?” “Yes, I will be there. Oh, and you’ll have to wear a sleeping bra, but we’ll put that on later. Shall we get dressed?” “Works for me,” “”I’ll go first. But first, you need to take your medicine.” She hands him several small pills and a glass of water. He resignedly swallows the pills. “Good. I’ll be right back.” Debi excuses herself and goes to the bathroom to get ready. She returns in a few minutes. She is stunning. “Wow! You look great!” “Your turn.” Just as Austin gets up to go to the bathroom they are interrupted by a knock on the door. Miss Carrie enters, without invitation. She has changed from her dental assistant scrubs, and wears a nicely-fitted dress, still institutional, and matching nylons. She is still in her work shoes. Debi is mildly piqued by her intrusion — “Miss Carrie—to what do we owe this pleasure?” “Surely Debi, you remember that the sissy has to wear her nighttime appliance.” “Oh, I had forgotten.” Austin interrupts— “Why a nighttime appliance, Miss, erm, Carrie?” Carrie smiles meanly— “It’s one of the Doctor’s more aggressive therapeutic devices. It is quite difficult to communicate when wearing the night brace. Since you have to be able to speak during the day, we wear this at night. It may be somewhat unpleasant to wear, but with your nighttime meds you should be able to rest well enough.” “Now Chloe, I want you to sit so that I can take out your daytime appliance. The lab will adjust it overnight and we will refit it in the morning.” Austin sits and Miss Carrie takes the daytime appliance out. Austin immediately feels relief. Miss Carrie addresses Austin— “Chloe, now why don’t you be a very good girl and go brush your teeth and get ready for bed?” “Yes ma’am.” Austin takes his nightgown and panties and heads to the bathroom to get dressed. He dresses, brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed. He returns to the bedroom only to find Nurse Debi on her knees with her head between Miss Carrie’s legs; Miss Carrie's dress having been pulled up to allow access and revealing her suspender clips and the top bands of her stockings. He gets there just in time to see and hear Miss Carrie orgasm convulsively. Austin stares, gawping He squirts in his panties as she comes. After she comes down from the orgasm—she looks sharply at Austin— “You have a problem with this sissy?” “No ma'am” Is all Austin can think to say. “Good. Because it is going to be a nightly occurrence. Maybe morning too. Who knows, sissy, in a couple of weeks you may even get a turn!” Austin shudders at the prospect. “Sit, Chloe. As soon as this slut tidies up the mess she has made I will deal with you.” Debi stands and retrieves a cloth from the bathroom and gently wipes Miss Carrie’s front. Miss Carrie stands, smooths her dress, and retrieves Austin’s appliance from a box. “Now open!” As Austin opens his mouth she slides a complicated device—all plastic and wires, into his mouth. “Now bite down!” As he does the device clicks into place—amplifying the tightness and discomfort in his mouth. It forces his tongue up against a fence-like set of wires, and almost completely immobilizes it. “Now to lock the mechanism.” She inserts the tip of a special tool into his mouth. Audible clicks are heard as she turns receiving catches in his mouth. “There. All done. That’s not coming off!” Austin panics and tries to grab at the thing. It doesn’t move—he feels the springs within tightening. He tries to speak, but without being to move his tongue it comes across as more of a plaintive whimper. Miss Carrie, obviously pleased with her efforts, smiles at Debi, looking her directly in the eyes— “I’ve been wet all day remembering all the ‘fun’ we had when the good doctor was treating you. And it begins again! I am so going to enjoy this.” She looks at Austin, then back to Debi— “Slut—I think you’ve thanked me appropriately for the time being. But what about your little bitch here? (She looks at Austin and points to her feet.) Now, sissy!” Austin looks pleadingly at Debi—not knowing what is being asked of him. Debi answers— “She wants you to kneel, and kiss, rather worship, her shoes and feet.” Austin remembers his dreadful dream, and the oath he uttered and swore about not kneeling for anything— He shakes his head back and forth in refusal. At that his collar and the chastity administer a punishing Level 3 pulse. He attempts, unsuccessfully, to scream through the thing in his mouth, and collapses in pain. Miss Carrie smiles an amused and knowing smile. “I guess, Debi, someone hasn’t learned how things work around here. At least not yet.” Turning back to Austin— “Get on your knees, Chloe, now!” Forgotten is the sworn oath Austin made never to kneel and submit. He obediently gets to his knees. She moves her foot to within inches of his face. “Now kiss!” She offers Austin her foot . Austin catches the scent. There it is again—the smell of rubber and the accompanying arousal. But there is something else. Commingled with the smell of her shoe is another scent—that of the nylon-covered foot within. Austin’s dick quickly swells. As his lips touch the top of her shoe it involuntarily throbs and starts pumping goo into his panties. And his arousal increases with each touch of his lips and every inhaled breath. This is not lost on Miss Carrie— “That’s enough, sissy. Stop!” Austin drops back on his knees. “Debi dear, what do we have here? I do believe the little one would have cum if I had let her do more of that. This is going to be quite a nice couple of weeks indeed!” “I will be back in the morning to release her appliance.” With that, she leaves. Debi kneels down next to Austin— “Babes, are you okay?” Austin nods. Speaking with difficulty, he asks— “You?” “Yes. I’m fine. Carrie and I go way back, and it’s always like this. And even without having gone through the aversion therapy, I cannot begin to tell you how distasteful that was. But she’s gone now! Let’s get ready for bed.” She helps him up and turns down the bed. “Now I do have to put this belt around your waist and fasten the wrist cuffs. That’s so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself down there while it is healing, or try to take out your earbuds or appliance.. But first we need to put on your sleeping bra. Raise your arms.” As he does this she fits the bra and unhooks and arranges the straps over his shoulders. The bra is tight and not very comfortable. It is even worse than what he wore during the day. “Now the belt and cuffs.” She fits the belt around his waist and fastens the cuffs. Austin finds himself unable to move his hands. “The earbuds, and, I almost forgot, we have to start with the anal dilators tonight. Just the small one to start.” He looks at her uncomprehendingly. “To make you more ‘receptive’ back there.” Austin rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief. She turns him on his side, slides on a glove, then slides a lubricated dilator into his backside. “There. I think that’s it!” “We have a few minutes to snuggle before turning off the lights. Okay with you?” Austin, with his speech still limited, nods yes. Debi climbs into bed and kisses his nose, then his mouth. He responds with his lips. She is a very nice kisser—he wishes he could do more. How did this happen? Where did he go wrong? After kissing and holding for a while, and more than a little fondling on her part, she turns out the lights and drapes one leg and one arm over Austin, snuggling her lovely hair into his shoulder and neck. He feels the softness of her breasts on his arm. . She smells incredible. Pure femininity. He longs for her. “Goodnight Chloe.” She quickly falls asleep. He feels her gentle breathing. Oddly, in spite of his discomfort, he feels blissfully content. It takes a few minutes for the medication to take effect. While he waits for sleep, he feels more helpless than he has ever felt in his life. At last, he nods off into the same twilight-like sleep he’d been having since he arrived at The Manor. Sometime during the night, during a lucid spell, he hears the voices— “A cruel irony for you, sissy is that your attraction to women, and your fixation with what lies between their legs started you down the sissy path. And if you are honest with yourself, you have only vaginas to thank for your current predicament. Someone with a vagina has been with you every step of the way.” “It started out as typical male, if you could call yourself male, attraction to females. It grew to a fascination with panties, bras and other things feminine. You pursued these things, and eventually someone, driven by the yearnings of her vagina, brought you to this place. And her dominant superior vagina is but one of many—motivated by their desires for sexual dominance, retribution for transgressions of other males and other dark sexual urges. These vaginas intend to ensure that you never again take true physical pleasure from a female again, and will sexually feed off of your subjugation.” “You have now been emasculated, and it is now impossible for you to take any pleasure, sexual or otherwise, from dominant women’s mouths, vaginas, breasts or nipples. They terrify you. You only go near them when required by a superior. But even though you fear these things, you still have male desire for the female, and the only parts of a dominant woman’s body that are left for you to express that desire are her ass and, sissy, her feet. This is why you have such great passion for women’s asses and feet, sissy. Think about it. It has already happened. Feel your arousal now, sissy.” Austin feels himself squirting in his panties. “You will do anything to be allowed to please a female superior, sissy, particularly if it might allow you to be nearer to, or serve, her ass or feet.” “No matter how you now feel about women’s vaginas, breasts and mouths, all women are still your superiors, sissy. So if a woman demands oral service, you will comply. Even if her vagina is the worst and most terrifying thing you have ever imagined, you will not, out of respect for and obedience to your superior, refuse. You will serve and obey your superior.” Austin drifts off … and the voices continue. ****** End of the Continuation of Austin and Riley submitted by /u/deblforduk [link] [comments]
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