Dark Towers by Deborah Ford

Chapter 10

Belle is being led on his leash by Miss Maya to his Master’s apartment.

Sadly, he finds himself gagged with the penis gag, experiencing the plastic taste he finds awful. This he must wear when moving between his bedroom in his Master and Mistress’ apartment, and the classroom a few floors down.

He is desperate to plead with Miss Maya to be released from his plight.

For her part, Miss Maya, the sexy black dominatrix entrusted to look after Belle, chats quite happily on their journey. In one hand, she is holding a folded white paper, the size of a birthday card.

She says quite merrily, “Once you’ve passed the first few lessons, I will ask your owner for permission to play with you.”

Owner! Justin Andrew Morse emerges in his mind, fighting the sissy Belle who always emerges when he is aroused. Justin is sickened at the thought of being owned by the black male lover of his adorable wife, Ella. Yet as he becomes more humiliated, so is he more aroused and the more that Belle takes control of his needs and desires.

He mutters into the penis gag, feeling it harshly press down on his tongue. Miss Maya giggles at his efforts to speak.

“Oh my, I hope I can take your virginity,” Miss Maya continues, almost to herself. “I love that.” She smiles at him, “And so will you!”

Feeling his cheeks flush, Belle is grateful to be outside the door of the apartment with the name C Johnson on the door.

Miss Maya checks Belle’s appearance, using her fingers to brush up the lace trimmings around his neck.

Lesley doesn’t want to face Johnson or his wife! Not like this.

He humphs around the gag, and Miss Maya shakes her head.

“Now then, Belle, I am sure your Master and Mistress are too busy to put up with the silly noises from an airhead like you.” Her eyebrows meet, and her face becomes stern. “So quiet!”

He immediately falls silent. He has endured four spankings with the cane during the day in class, and his bottom cannot take another beating.

She taps the door gently, and after a moment, it is answered by a flushed Ella, with a silk housecoat around what appears to be a naked body. As soon as she sees her husband in his maid’s uniform, curly blonde hair, and light makeup, she squeals.

She embraces him, shouting over her shoulder, “Master, Master. She is back from school!”

From school? Poor Belle feels his tummy turn over. And being referred to as she is so embarrassing.

The door opens wider, and the menacing, dark hulk of Caleb Johnson, Belle and his wife’s Bull, appears at the door with his shirt button open to his hairy chest.

Belle wants to die.

Unclipping the leash, Miss Maya says, “Oh, Mr. Johnson, your little cutie has been ever so good today. She has got a B for all subjects apart from dancing. I am afraid she requires a lot more work in that skill.”

Caleb snatches the card from her. The two women and sissy attentively await his reaction.

He opens the report card and glances down at the inside comments.

“All Bs,” he says. “She a lazy arsed sissy?”

“Oh no, Mister Johnson,” Miss Maya bends a knee as she genuflects to the powerful man. “Miss Paige and I are very impressed with little Belle here. If she continues to concentrate on her lessons, she will have As. And all the girls only got a D for dancing today. It is hard for sissies on their first lessons.” She tickles Belle’s chin with her nails, “But she will make a wonderful dancer for you and your friends.”

Johnson is determinedly unimpressed and snatches the leash handle from Miss Maya.

Belle is shocked at his arrogance and rudeness. He didn’t ask, he just took it!

The large black male tugs Belle into the room so quickly he stumbles on his heels.

Elle says to Miss Maya, “You take her tomorrow to her lessons?”

“Any time,” Miss Maya says, “She is such a hot bitch!”

As a grinning Elle closes the door, she shrugs up her shoulders to Belle as if they are all having the time of their lives.

Settling on the sofa, Johnson studies Belle’s report. “They’re happy with your speech. I like that in a sissy.”

Belle beams, thrilled to have impressed his Master.

“Her speech?” Elle cuddles up under one of her strong lover’s arms. “What’s that?”

Johnson lover grips his woman’s shoulders, making Belle fume. When they leave this crazy place, the Justin inside Belle is determined to make a big show to the oaf that Elle is his wife. That will show him!

“Oh,” Johnson is matter of fact, “the sissies have to speak like dumb, archetypal gays. A cross between a blonde and a child. It’s not a choice. It is important that anyone they speak to on the phone knows instantly they are dumb girlies.”

Elle says, “Oh,” not quite understanding what she has been told.

Johnson folds the report and tosses it neatly onto a table some five feet away.

“Same with her work colleagues,” he says, “they have to see that she is a dumb sissy, and then once she speaks, hey, they’ll know. They’ll laugh and never be able to take her seriously again.”

“Aww,” Elle pouts at her gagged, infuriated hubby.

Johnson laughs. “Hey, it’s better that way. Once they know what Belle is about, there can’t be any attempt for her to pretend otherwise.” He looks to his maid, “Hey bitch, come here.”

Belle has learnt in today’s lessons that all instructions must be obeyed immediately, so he jumps forward on his heels.

With his one muscular arm still squeezing Belle’s wife, Johnson uses his free hand to unclip the buckle at the back of Belle’s head, enabling the loosened gag to slide out.

Sucking up a little dribble, Belle catches the intruder from his lipsticked mouth, feeling immediate sharp shame that Elle has seen that his mouth has been stuffed with a penis-shaped gag.

He is free to speak! He knows he must be polite in explaining to the bully why he and his wife need to leave. He knows, too, how he should speak, no matter how demeaning that is.

“Thank you, Master. Now then, I can’t help thinking that perhaps…”

Johnson says evenly, “Quiet bitch.” He grabs hold of the sexy young wife and pulls her body into his. She immediately melts, offering up her mouth to her man.

As they kiss like animals, Johnson opens one eye to check that the dumb cuck is watching.

Sure enough, Belle’s fat, pink lips, inflated with collagen, are pouting with helpless rage.

Belle is fuming. He was told to shut up by the brute before his wife. This is outrageous.

Moments later, the erotically charged couple are smooching on the sofa. As the silk robe of Elle slides up her lovely thigh, Belle can see that a delicate, black suspender strap is hanging loose. She must have been wearing stockings at some stage that day. What happened to them?

Oh God. How he’d have loved to see his sexy wife in lingerie. Oh, it just isn’t fair!

How could he have agreed to hand over his wife to this brute? Playing cuck games was fine at home, but this is just all so outrageous.

A click of fingers from Johnson followed by a finger pointing at the rug before the sofa.

Still holding the gag, Belle kneels before his Master. Again, there is no hesitation in his obedience. He drops immediately, feeling his suspenders stretch and his pantied bottom settle on his heels.

Elle snuggles deeper under her Bull’s powerful arm, fascinated at what her lover will do next.

“Now, maid,” Johnson says, “pay attention.”

There is a pause so the humiliated cuck knows he must reply with his best sissy voice, “Yes, Master.”

“Now, when you have behaved like the good maid I know you can be, you may ask for the chastity cage to be removed.”

Oh! Belle’s face lights up. “Thank you, Master.”

Johnson loves this. White cuck sissies are so fucking dumb! They never realise what is happening until it is too late. He loves the earnest smile on the thick lips of his conquered cuck. He continues with his tactic, which improves each time he does it to a cuck.

“Now obviously you won’t want to ask me for the key. Yeh? That will be too demeaning.”

Wow, the Bull was being kind to him! “Oh, no, thank you, Master.”

“So you can ask my slut. How about that?”

He feels close to tears with joy at that thoughtfulness. “Thank you so much, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Elle peers curiously at her lover. He never lets her make any decisions. He is too masculine. So why now?

“So,” Johnson says. Whenever you think you have behaved. Or been good about something. Just ask your Mistress for permission to speak, and if she isn’t busy and grants you that permission, then you can ask her to ask me for the key.”

Ask his wife to plead with her lover for the key to his cage! God, that will be awful!

“Well, Master, thank you for being so thoughtful, but can’t …”

Johnson reaches down and slaps Belle’s face.

“Keep your mouth shut until told you can speak.”

His cheek stings. That was so unnecessary!

“Sorry, Master.”

Elle snuggles up close, ashamed at her husband’s rude interjection, “I am so sorry, Master. But please remember, he is learning.”

Johnson strokes her wonderfully thick hair, “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I think your sissy cuck has come a long way.”

Elle smiles at the compliment, as if sharing in its glory. She kisses his prickly cheek. “Oh, Master, you are so considerate”

“Now you mustn’t indulge the dumb cuck. If you acquiesce to her every request, then she’ll come to expect it.”

Elle nods earnestly, “And a busy man like you isn’t going to want to be bothered by the mindless witterings of me and my sissy cuck.” She kisses his cheek again. “I promise I won’t be bothering you all the time.”

What! Poor Belle gasps. Whose side is his wife on? And what is all this business about giving the bully tender little kisses? Inside Belle, Justine shakes with fury.

And yet … and yet … simply wriggling while kneeling rubs his stockings and suspenders against each other, making his little dick fill its confines. Oh my, what he would do or say to be released and to be permitted to cum.

With that, the maid and sissy cuck, Belle, fills his now feminine mind.

With an ugly smirk, Johnson lifts up his phone and taps a few buttons. A moment later, Belle feels his collar shake and hears a ping.

Elle reads the new words on her husband’s collar screen and squeals in laughter.

“Oh my God, you are so cruel!”

Belle lifts his varnished fingernails to touch his mocking collar. What does it say?

“Here,” Johnson offers her his phone, “You can select from the pre-written messages or press here to type whatever you want.”

Her soft lips open with awe. “Oh wow! Can I? I mean, I don’t know what to say.”

The Bull grins. “Whatever you want, babe. So long as you are with me, then this dumb sissy is yours.”

She giggles at some of the lines she reads. “Oh my God, you can’t put that on her collar!”

He laughs, “Listen. One day, our maid will be so incompetent that you’ll write all sorts of shit for everyone to see. And don’t forget. She is the only one who can’t read it!”

She squeezes her eyes in thought until, “Oh, I know.” She types out a few letters on the keypad.”

The Bull leans closer, pointing at the keys. “Press that to send it.”

Instantly, Belle’s collar shakes and pings.

Elle leans forward as if looking at a deeply amusing work of art.

“Oh! That is amazing!”

Snatching back the phone, Johnson says, “I like what you’ve written. Nice one. I’ll put the app on your phone and the passwords. You’ll have great fun with it.”

She is still mesmerised by the words on his collar.

“But it’s so cruel!”

“Na. She is just a dumb, sissy maid. You wait till you have some friends at your house. You’ll love showing our maid off to them. They’ll all want to write something on her collar.”

Elle is mouthing Mistress. He wants her to erase whatever awful words or phrase she has written on the screen, but dares not speak out of turn.

When Elle prods Belle’s shoulder with the toe of her heeled shoe, he sits up straight.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Honey, I have left a dress hanging in the kitchen. Be a good girl and iron it for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Belle is eagerly on his heels. “I’ll do it straight away.”

Johnson leans back. He cannot resist it.

“Yeah, maid, and get a pair of my white boxers from the drawer over there. And iron them!”

Belle nibbles his bottom lip, trying to think of a way not to obey the humiliating instruction.

But after a moment, in his new sing song way, he says, “Yes, Master.”

As the maid wiggles out of the room in her delightful maid’s dress, carrying her Master’s underwear, Johnson grabs hold of the squealing, giggling slut and presses her deep into the sofa.

And I know what I’m going to give you,” he grins.

She kisses his nose, oh please don’t hurt me.”

Already she has forgotten that the man who is her husband is scurrying around the kitchen, ironing her dress for tonight.

In fact, Belle doesn’t even plug in the iron straight away. Rather naughtily, he dashes to a mirror in the kitchen. He needs to see what his wife has written on his collar.

He is shocked to see the neatly glowing words on his collar’s screen in reverse in the reflection: ‘sissy house chore doer’

It is such an ego-destroying line! So demeaning. ‘Sissy house chore doer’. And his wife put it on his screen! And there is nothing he can do to stop it!

He raises his fingers, still holding his Master’s pristine white boxers, and gently touches the metal around the display, feeling for a button to turn off the screen. But there is nothing. It is totally software-driven.

He collapses to his stockinged knees, the hand with his Master’s underwear, stuffed under his maid’s dress, rubbing impotently at his groin.

Aaarrgh, he needs to cum!

Sorry for the over long delay

Dark Towers By Deborah Ford Chapter 9

It is wickedly flimsy and deliriously cool. The garment of dreams for a sissy.

It’s a corset. Black, neatly decorated around the tight waist and breast cups with gorgeously lacy sections flowering out around the hips, over the shoulders and between the cups.

It has shut up the complaining Belle. He had been sitting on his bed, moaning to Miss Maya how hungry he is, how he wants to go home, but most of all, how he desperately needs to cum. He has been locked in his little chastity device since he left home more than twenty-four hours ago.

Miss Maya is unfazed, as if she has heard the grievances a million times before from the new sissies at the club. She simply reaches into a cupboard, near his bed and takes out the mind-blowing corset before holding it up before him. She knows he will want nothing more than to put it on and feel it forcefully control his body’s appearance. Giving him curves where he never had them before.

She smiles. Sissies are so easy to control!

Thus, just five minutes later, after the briefest of showers, Belle is in dreamland as the amazing creation is wrapped about his body. It actually hurts when the dominant black woman pulls together the front catches, totally securing him into the corset. But the pain and discomfort are worth it.

Can it get any better?

Oh yes.

Matching lacey black panties are pulled up his freshly smoothed out legs and nestled in place around his groin and tiny chastity cage.

His hunger pangs are forgotten as the silky stockings are drawn up his legs before being secured to a garter belt.

His brain drifts to the heavens as his feet are pushed into three-inch heel strappy shoes.

The maid’s dress is traditional black. Finishes a few inches above the knee and is decorated in with white lace near the hem, cuffs and breasts.

As Miss Maya pushes his little cap into position and it grips his blonde hairstyle, Belle is ready to collapse to his knees at the sight of himself in the mirror. He has never looked anything like a genuine girl before. No one could tell the difference.

He swishes the skirt one way then the other merely by slightly wiggling his hips.

He turns around to plead with Miss Maya to release him from the chastity cage before he explodes with need.

But as his pretty lipsticked mouth opens, it is filled with something the size of a plum and tasting of plastic.

In the experienced hands of Miss Maya, the straps of the ball gag are pulled securely behind the blonde hair of the sissy.

As the shocked Belle finds his tongue pressed down, his right hand is grabbed, and a steel band is locked around it.

Handcuffs. No wait!

“Hmmmph!”

Too late.

His free hand is quickly anchored to his other wrist in the cuffs, pinning his arms behind his back

He stands in his heels, totally helpless. Miss Maya hooks a leash to the front of his collar and opens the door.

He makes an effort to resist. He doesn’t want to be dragged around this god-awful place dressed as a sexy maid! The last thing he wants is for these sadistic black masculine males and their teasing girl friends to see him.

But a smart tug on the lead brings the powerless maid clip-clopping into the hallway.

It is when they reach the lift, after the doors slide shut, and it begins its shaking descent that Miss Maya takes in the sexy sight before her: a completely sissified maid, helpless and wide-eyed in shock.

She cannot resist it.

She pushes her hand under his skirts and grips his chastity cage through the panties, before rubbing it furiously.

She is rewarded by seeing the poor sissies’ eyes close, as she hears spluttering gasps through the gag, as the sissy pumps out endless precum.

Oh my God, sissies are so much fun!

It is a moment before Belle realises that no one is rubbing his chastised penis anymore. The lift doors open onto a stone-walled corridor, like you might find leading to a dungeon.

His fearful, but erotically charged, sleepy eyes move to Miss Maya, who is studying him with pursed lips.

“I want to fuck you into oblivion,” she says through her lips, which barely move. “Then fuck you some more.”

Belle feels his knees buckle. They can no longer support him. Surely he will collapse to his knees, begging through his gag to be allowed to cum.

As Belle is led in his maid’s uniform and perched on his heels through the deserted corridors of the club, he thinks he must get a grip. He knows his brain is too overcharged with sexual need to think. He just wants to rub himself against anything. Anything. Anything that might help him cum.

Belle sucks on the plastic gag as he takes in the corridor he is now being led down.

At the end is a set of double wooden doors, with pictures of cute animals around it as if it were the entrance to a school for young kids.

A tug on the leash has poor Belle clip-clopping forward, forever fearful he will stumble over, to fall flat on to his prettily made-up face.

He can now hear music. Pop music. Getting louder. It is coming from behind the double doors.

Fear. Suddenly, the erotic feelings shiver away. What is happening behind the door?

He tries to protest through the gag, but only makes a series of unintelligible mumbles.

Marching onward, Miss Maya pushes open the doors, and Belle sees a classroom.

There are two rows of four desks. The walls are decorated with brightly coloured posters and charts, just as you might find in a school.

Three terrified maids, in exactly the same outfit as Belle’s, with exactly the same gag, with their hands cuffed behind their backs, are sitting behind three out of four desks, laid in a neat line. They look across at the sudden entrance of Belle and Miss Maya.

Their eyes are wide with distress.

They sit perfectly behind their desks, their sexy, stockinged legs tight together.

“Ah, Miss Maya. Thought you might be late!”

It is the sexy Miss Paige. She is wearing a similar white, hot-pants outfit to the one she wore the previous day, but with a zip at the front. Her dark tights run down to white high heeled boots. She is just as much an erotic blonde vision as she was the first time Belle saw her.

“Now then, Belle,” Miss Paige says with a withering sneer, “Why don’t you sit your fat dumb arse down and look as neat and proper as your dumb friends?”

Immediately, Belle sits, feeling his short dress bunch up under him. He dares not complain.

He glances to his one side and is shocked to see Mimi Pout sitting next to him, his eyes huge as if trying to communicate terror.

Belle immediately notes the other maids’ posture. They are bolt upright, with thighs tight together, and feet pulled back beneath their chairs.

Belle immediately follows suit.

Miss Paige and Miss Maya laugh.

Miss Maya says, “Clever girl. You do exactly as the other bitches do, and that’s how we like it. We don’t want any personality, any individualism. Just sit and stand as commanded by us.”

He finds himself nodding earnestly. His forehead is hot with sticky sweat.

“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says, taking centre stage in front of a series of three whiteboards at the front of the classroom. “Your cuffs and gags will be removed when you have passed your first test.” Her eyes narrow, “And not before!”

Belle finds himself nodding, anxious to let Miss Maya know he understands.

“Obviously,” Miss Maya says, “a bunch of dumb cunts like you cannot have your gags removed until you know how to speak.”

Though he didn’t know what she meant, Belle thought it wise to nod emphatically.

It was only then that he realised Mimi Pout was doing the same. In fact, he was bobbing so enthusiastically that his dress made a series of rustling sounds.

“Now then. Your first test. All stand up!”

The command to stand was spoken more loudly than the rest of the sentence, and each of the sissies bounced up onto their heels, standing to one side of their desks.

Miss Maya and Paige exchange a wicked smile. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, better than seeing four newbies knowing their true position in life at the start of the course. The sissies who tearfully hang onto the past, pretending they’re still boys, are a pain in the rectum.

Obviously, they all think this change is temporary, which again is hilarious. But they will learn the truth slowly. It is kinder that way with dumb sissies.

“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says, “stand in a line at the rear of the classroom.”

The cuffed, gagged maids do so immediately.

“Not exactly elegant!” Miss Paige says, “But don’t worry. In a few short lessons, you will forget about how you moved like boys.” Her eyes turn into malicious slits, “You won’t ever be able to again.”

Belle feels queasy. Obviously, these tough women couldn’t ever stop him from moving like a man again once he leaves this terrifying place, but the threat sounds horrendous. His little dick is no longer hard in its minute confines. The scariness has reduced it to virtual nonexistence within his cage.

“Now, girls,” Miss Maya says with a cruel grin, “lift up the rear of your skirts with your two cuffed hands.”

Oh! Belle hates the idea of exposing his knicker-clad backside but hears the rustling of the dresses beside him. The others have already complied with the instruction.

So he follows suit, raising the silky fabric over his panties.

“Now then,” Miss Paige says, pulling a rattan cane from near one of the white boards. You will each, on command, and not before, walk to the front of the class, turn around and face the dumb arses at the back of the class. You will then bend over my desk so that you are at ninety degrees. We will give you four swipes of the cane and tell you to stand and go back to your place at the back of the class.”

Miss Maya says, “At no point in time do you move without precise instructions to do so. I hope that is clear,” she tilts her head to one side, “Or there will be some extremely sore bottoms in this room.”

This cannot be happening. Belle has already learnt to despise the cane. It creates a god-awful line of searing pain. All his life, ever since he could remember, he had fantasised about the cane, but once Caleb Johnson had given him six searing slices of the rattan stick, he knew to fear it. It is not sexy at all.

“Let me see,” an amused Miss Paige says. “Shall we start with Belle Twinkle?”

Belle grimaces, thinking no, please.

“Or,” Miss Paige loves the fear in their eyes, “or Fifi Flutter? Perhaps Poppy Twirl. Or even, Mimi Pout.”

Belle hears poor Mimi gasp through his gag.

Miss Paige wiggles the cane, making a whooshing sound. Her voice is now no-nonsense and authoritative. “Fifi Flutter! Front of the class. Now!”

Belle watches the maid from the far side, walking on his heels, with his head bowed. His skirt pulled well clear of a pair of delightful black lace panties.

Poor Fifi, his eyes decorated with false eyelashes are huge, trying to communicate his pleading to the two formidable Mistresses.

The unfortunate Belle is suddenly aroused. He can feel his helpless predicament and his gorgeous maid’s uniform, erotic underwear and stockings. His dick increases from downright tiny to pressing bruisingly up against the steel chastity cage. How can he be aroused when so terrified at the sight before him?

“Now, sissy,” Miss Paige says loudly to Fifi Flutter, face your fellow dumb bitches and fully bend over. Keep your eyes on the stupid sluts at the back of the class.”

For a moment, Fifi Flutter stands upright, terror freezing him to the spot, but slowly he steps forward and bends over the desk.

Miss Maya marches to the sissies at the rear of the classroom who study her approach with nervous eyes.

“I,” Miss Maya announces, “will make sure that Fifi Flutter maintains eye contact with you dumb bitches, and that you dumb bitches do not take your eyes from her. Clear?”

Belle finds himself nodding enthusiastically, anxious that the tough Mistress can see he will acquiesce eagerly.

Miss Paige smiles, raises the cane and crashes it into the poor maid’s pantied bottom.

The three sissies gasp through their gags at the sight of their sister being caned

“One,” Miss Paige says, before striking another blow. “Two!”

Belle can see the misery and alarm in Fifi Flutters’ eyes. The sheer shame of having to endure this while looking at the maids at the rear of the class is overwhelming for the poor mite.

When she has been spanked four times, she is sent to join the alarmed sissies at the back of the class.

At all times, Fifi Flutter keeps up the rear of her skirt.

“Poppy Twirl!” Miss Paige proclaims in such a loud voice that all the sissies jump on the spot.

When facing terror, the human mind has coping mechanisms. Already, Belle has convinced himself that he will not be called.

So when his turn finally arrives, and Miss Paige summons him with a curt, “Belle Twinkle!”, he can’t move.

He is too terrified.

Miss Paige holds up a hand and curls her finger at him.

Suddenly, he is moving. Slowly. Blindly. Totally aware that the others can see his black lace panties on full display as his handcuffed hand holds up the rear of the skirt.

Perhaps Miss Paige won’t cane him.

“Bend over the desk, naughty Belle Twinkle!”

He does so, looking up at the maids at the rear of the class. They are all radiating sympathy for him, and he feels sick with humiliation. He is going to have to look at them while he is beaten!

He must not cry. He must try to be as brave as the other sissies.

The four stings are dreadful. Searing lines on his bottom.

“Back of the class, Belle Twinkle!”

He actually tries to say ‘Yes, Miss Paige,’ through his gag, but the words are jumbled by his ball gag.

He sees the entertained, grinning Miss Maya waiting for him, and his tummy rolls over.

Miss Paige waits for Belle to get in line before announcing, “You will now learn how to speak. Just easy words like, “Yes, Miss Paige, “Yes, Master” “Yes, Miss Maya,” and “Yes, Mistress.”

Never has a pupil in class paid closer attention to their teacher than when Miss Paige instructed them to articulate the words in a childish simper.

Miss Maya removes their gags, and they remain standing with their skirts held up by their handcuffed hands as Miss Maya collects another dreaded cane to whip the bottom of any slow learning sissies.

They are commanded to speak as if their tongue is too big for their pretty little mouths.

“Yesh Miss Paige. Yesh Mistress. Yesh Master.”

Then they had to add a musical lilt to their voices’ timbre.

They sounded like children or mincing gays in a comedy.

“Yesh Mish Paige. Yesh Mishtress. Yesh Mashter.”

The words had to be spoken clearly and always with a pronounced musical quality.

As foolish as Belle felt, she had to giggle with relief when both Miss Paige and Miss Maya announced that they were excellent, dumb sissies and had passed their first test!

“Now,” Miss Maya says, “you must walk up and down the classroom with swinging hips, one foot elegantly going before the other foot. Those who pass this test can be unhandcuffed and learn how to sit.”

Of course, each of the tests was to become harder and harder. But it was important with sissies to teach them slowly and never alarm them with the enormity of the changes lying ahead. But there were to be some very sore bottoms when they led back to their rooms to face their Masters and Mistresses.

Chapter 8

After his traumatic ordeal of watching his wife, Ella, performing so sluttily on the end of Caleb’s cock, Belle finds himself shaking. Suddenly, the strong arm of Caleb winds around his bare shoulders.

The Bull has pulled on a short white bathrobe that enhances his masculine form, making Caleb feel even more petite and feminine.

At first, his shock makes him wiggle, trying to escape the hunky male’s grip, but he soon realises that Caleb is staggeringly strong. The Bull’s arm muscles feel like cement against his soft flesh.

Breathing deeply, he finds himself looking up through his made-up eyes at the man who is stealing his wife.

From nowhere, he feels his bottom being fiercely patted by the free hand of a smiling Caleb.

“Heh. Bet that wasn’t how you’d thought it would be, eh?”

“Er, no, Master,” he finds his voice shaking as he replies.

“So, the first thing you have to deal with is that my slut will never want sex with you again.” He pauses and winks at the exhausted, but happy, Ella, who has wound the blanket around her bare shoulders. “At least not how you once did it!” Then he laughs. “Your dick is way too small for her now.”

Swallowing Belle resists the temptation to protest. It can’t be that small … surely?

“So what I’m gonna do, as a sort of reward for your painful discovery, is let your Mistress dress you for bed. How does that sound?”

Belle doesn’t know how that sounds, as he normally goes to bed naked, but his quivering voice is saying, “Thank you, Master. Yes, Master.”

“That’s sorted!” Caleb announces, before turning to Elle, “Hey bitch put on something and go and get her bedtime outfit ready. I’ll send her along after I’ve had a few words with her.”

Bedtime outfit? Why did those words both alarm and excite him?

Pulling on a flimsy, short, pale blue nightdress, Ella drags her exhausted body off the bed and gives her husband a quick kiss on his cheek.

She giggles, “You look so cute in that bunny uniform. I mean, oh God, those ears and everything!”

She leaves while laughing.

Feeling irritated and humiliated at the way his wife laughed at him, Belle pouts.

Suddenly, two hands grip his hips and drag him back on his heels towards the bed.

He squeals in surprise as he is hoisted onto Caleb’s lap, as the brawny male settles on the bed.

It is an intensely helpless feeling to be sitting on a man’s lap in a bunny girl’s outfit, where his heels can’t reach the floor, and his bunny tail is between the legs of the man.

He can’t bring himself to look up at his tormentor, so he glances down at his legs in their sheer black tights. They look so sexy.

He groans, desperate to be released from the chastity cage and to cum.

“Now, listen, sissy,” Caleb starts, his voice heavy with the weight of a man about to say words of importance.

Belle feels his heart race. He just needs to get out of there.

“Now, tomorrow sissy, you start your lessons. I know from previous sissies that the first day is the worst. You will feel like bitching and behaving like a brat. Now I’m here to explain to you that I need you to behave. Not to show me up.”

Feeling his blonde curls tickle his face, Belle looks up at the arrogant man, feeling the steel collar on his neck. “Lessons?”

Caleb closes his eyes and shakes his head, “You see, bunny girl. That is the sort of interruption we don’t like from you sissies. You clean floors, serve drinks, iron stuff, and I don’t know what. You do not,” he stares so hard a frightened Belle holds his breath, “on any occasion interrupt anyone who is speaking to you. Got that.”

Should he speak?

There is a long, threatening silence, so Belle whispers, “Yes, Master. But I don’t understand. Lessons?”

“You need to earn your pink ears …”

“Pink ears?”

“Okay. I was going to cane you six times before bed. Now it’ll be twelve!”

“But, Master, I was only asking …”

“If you keep that sexy mouth of yours shut for two minutes, I can explain!”

This time, Belle merely nods his head, again feeling his terrifying steel collar on the underside of his chin.

“You noobs get white ears. Once you become a real sissy bunny, you get white ears with pink inside them, like the sissies you saw downstairs.”

“Oh!”

Obviously, this was ridiculous. They said they’d stay the weekend at the club, so he’ll be long gone before passing tests to get pink ears! Though a part of him already wondered what the tests were, and whether he could pass them. In fact, his dick expanded as far as the chastity cage would allow.

“I have never had any of my sissies not pass!” Caleb uses a thick finger to raise Belle’s chin, “And you are definitely not going to break my run.”

Why did he find the intimidation from his Master so hot? It made him tingle. He wanted to smile, despite his predicament.

“May I ask what the lessons are about, Master?”

Caleb chuckles. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’ll go through them with your Mistress so she knows what’s expected of you. She’ll need to pick out a maid’s uniform for you for …”

“A maid’s uniform!” Belle twists around smartly on his Master’s legs.

Caleb shakes his head. “And what have you been told, sissy?”

Closing his eyes, Belle says, “Sorry, Master. It’s just a shock. No one’s mentioned a ….”

“Look, you dumb bitch, if you don’t wise up, your arse will be too sore to sit on for a week!”

“Sorry, Master.”

Caleb ruffles the downcast sissy’s hair. “Hey, don’t worry about that. God made sissies dumb, and he made real men strong enough to help you sissies get by.”

Belle giggles, “Yes, Master.”

“So, I’ll just add another six stripes from the cane. Eighteen in total, girl. You got anything to say?”

Sucking in a deep lung full of air, Belle is about to shriek that ‘it isn’t fair’ but sees Caleb staring hard at him with eyebrows raised.

He shakes his head, “No, Master.”

Putting the bunny sissy back on his heels, Caleb rises. “I think your education has begun!”

Belle is led from the master bedroom, across the sitting room, through the kitchen, to a door that is slightly ajar.

Beyond that is a small bedroom, where he can see his wife, Ella, fussing over some gorgeous-looking garments on the bed.

It is large enough for a bed, a line of wardrobes to the left, two chairs and, opposite, next to the bed, an entrance into an ensuite.

Three points strike Belle so hard that his jaw falls open. First, there are no windows in this small room. The second is that it feels like a prison cell. Finally, and most overwhelmingly, it is fluffy pink.

The pink colour is straight from a child’s sweets or dresses. A babyish bubble gum pink with varying shades. Part of the wardrobes and some of the sheets are white.

It is then that he notices a closed door along the wall opposite the line of cupboards. That must lead into the corridor, he muses.

Above the bed is a picture of two bunny girls. One cute and smiling, and the other pouting and cross.

Across the pillows of the bed are an array of cuddly animals, including a smiling pink teddy bear.

On the bed, Ella has laid out a multitude of delicate nightwear for girls. Judging by their appearance, they are ideal for teenage girls. Short nighties, thin pyjamas, decorated in various fashions, with brightly coloured shapes or cute little animals. There are chemises, and even a few onesies, such as a cute, ribboned teddy bear, and another of a pink kitten.

Wow. Just amazing. If he were at home, Belle would wear any one of them and spend the entire night wanking.

Ella holds up a camisole and shorts set, in delightful chocolate and cream.

Belle feels lightheaded with lusty need. He has got to put it on and feels its cool sensuality.

Screwing up her face with uncertainty, his wife says, “What do you think?”

Belle starts to say, “I love it …”

But Caleb interrupts, “Yeah. Sure. Whatever you think is best for our sissy.”

Suddenly, Belle realises that not only was the question not addressed to him, but that he is like a child in the room, where adults make decisions about him without him having a say.

Caleb grabs Belle’s wife and gives her a tremendously hot kiss. He watches with despair as his wife submits deeply to the kiss.

Belle is beside himself with angry jealousy.

How dare she react like that to the attentions of another man?

His wife’s leg rubs hard up against Caleb’s thigh in a wanton display of sexual need that Belle doesn’t recognise in his wife.

Caleb breaks off from the kiss and snaps his fingers at Belle.

“Listen, sissy. Your maid’s dresses are in the cupboard on the far right. All the clothes you need are in various cupboards and drawers. Make sure you know where they are.”

So many commands! Is he allowed to ask anything?

In the comfort of her lover’s arms, Ella says, “Honey, this is to die for. You know how you’ve always lusted after clothing like this. Now, you must remove all your make-up before bed. Miss Maya will wake you in the morning and show you how to use the shower. There is a nozzle that directs water around your little chastity cage to clean your little willy.” She giggles. “Apparently, you don’t ever have to remove the cage again. Isn’t this place amazing? They have thought of everything.”

Belle nods blankly, feeling that is what is expected of him.

“So come on,” Ella says, as if excited for him. “I know you want to get your night gear on and pose in front of the mirrors!”

He accepts the hanger holding the delightful chemise set.

“Erm, Mistress …”

He trails off, one eye on his Master, who appears to be a giant in this tiny, pink room.

His wife’s eyes are wide open and eager to help. “Yes, Belle?”

“Well, he finds himself dropping one knee before the other. “Well, I don’t understand …”

Breaking out of the arms of her lover, Ella steps towards her cute, lost-looking sissy and embraces him with a kiss to the cheek.

“Of course you don’t. That’s the idea. Sir says it is important you don’t know what’s happening. That’s part of your training. You become dependent upon others for everything. Now don’t you worry your little head. This is everything you’ve ever fantasised about. You will be completely helpless from now on. Wholly dependent upon us and the Mistresses who work here.”

Jesus! He doesn’t want his wife talking about his secret fantasies in front of the Bully sneering behind her.

“But, well, Mistress,” he keeps an eye on her Bull to check for any signs that he is being naughty, “this is all very good. But isn’t it too elaborate? We will be leaving here on Monday and then …”

Elle giggles and kisses his nose. “Oh, you look so hot when you’re confused.” She smiles, “Now you mustn’t worry about anything. Okay? Just behave.”

He is about to interject when Ella indicates the door opposite the cupboards.

“Now, Miss Maya will come in through that door tomorrow morning, so she doesn’t disturb your Master and me by waking us up. We might be busy or want a lie-in. Your alarm will go off at seven.”  

Ella helps her shocked husband remove his bunny outfit, stripping him down to his elaborate steel chastity cage and collar with the screen displaying his new name.

She adds, “You must be ready to leave with her at seven thirty. They will feed you before your lessons begin.”

When he pulls on the silky, cool shorts and top, he feels his entire body shake with sexual need.

His eyes half close in deep, drowsy erotic joy.

The drowning in unmitigated pleasure comes to a brutal end.

Caleb barks, “Sissy, bend over the bed and get your fat arse high in the air. Now! We need to sort you out before you go to bed!”

There is an aggressive quality to the word ‘now’ that makes Belle jump into the required position.

Ella giggles. “Oh, Sir you are so forceful!”

She melts up to her lover, kissing him and sucking at his flesh, keeping an eye on her surprisingly sexy hubbie in his delicate nightwear.

Caleb puts his arm around her to lead her to a narrow, tall cupboard a few doors down from the maid’s dresses. He opens it to reveal all sorts of BDSM gear: canes, rods, paddles, bondage gear, and even blindfolds.

He says, “As you’ll be taught, paddles are for light punishment or a bit of fun. The canes and straps are more serious. Like when your sissy has let you down. They’ll go through that in your lessons.”

Her lessons? Belle wonders what his wife’s lessons would be about. Using a cane? Surely not. Ella has never enjoyed inflicting pain or playing BDSM games.

The canning is horrible.

Poor Belle tries not to shout out. But of course, Caleb, as you might expect, is an expert with the corporal punishment of sissies.

Then he tries not to beg for mercy in front of his wife.

Sadly, that falls apart after the first six.

He is admonished for leaping up onto his bare feet for the tenth, and hurriedly returned to his position of being bent over with arse high in the air.

Finally, he holds out on a single remaining ambition. He will not cry in front of his wife.

He would not. He dares not before his loving wife. He can handle this.

Yet he weeps like a child on the fourteenth slap to his bruised backside. And once the waterworks start, he can’t stop them.

Through his sniffles, he hears them leave the room and crossly stands up, rubbing his aching backside through the lovely silky material of his shorts.

It is then that he notices it.

There is no handle on his side of the door. No handle!

Panic!

Nor is there one on the inside of the door through which Miss Myra would be coming tomorrow morning.

Horror pours through him. He finds himself banging the door into the kitchen.

As soon as his wife opens it, her eyes full of empathetic worry for her Hubbie, he calms.

He sniffs up the remaining tears to say, “Mistress. There is no handle on the door.”

Looking confused, she says, “Of course not.”

“But … but … what if I need to get out of here?”

Her puzzlement increases, “Why would you need to leave your room, Belle? You have all you need in there.”

“But, Mistress, I, I …”

Caleb pushes the door wide open. He is grumpy as hell.

“Listen, if we need you to come out and serve us for anything, then I can open the door remotely on my phone.”

Ella puts her palm to the hot, still damp from tears, cheek of her husband. “Aw. You were thinking of us.” She looks up at her Bull. “Isn’t that sweet, Sir?”

Caleb is unimpressed.

“So she should. That’s her only job.”

Suddenly, words come from nowhere. “Erm, Master, please may I have the chastity cage removed. I am so horny. I promise to be good.”

Caleb shows an evil, toothy grin. And closes the door.

As Belle hears the locks clunk closed, he feels entrapment crush his soul. He turns off the lights, climbs into his girly bed and pulls down the large pink teddy bear to cuddle for comfort.

His arse is on fire, his poor dick is locked away, and he feels entombed in a world that excites and terrifies him in equal measure.

The haunting thought of Caleb shagging his wife into oblivion fills his senses. It is so unfair!

He pouts and, with his little fists, pounds his pillow in helpless despair.

Now he is rubbing himself up against the bed. As his dick is locked between his thighs, he needs to push his groin forward to get any friction.

The spanked arse, the smoothness of his body, his amazing hairstyle, the humiliation … he pounds the bed uselessly. Yet there is a deep pleasure in the frustration, and he falls asleep a hundred per cent aroused, his dick spurting useless cum into his delicate shorts.