Ch 3

The next day John awoke to a headache and confusion.  He was lying in a strange bed and it took him a second to remember he had crashed at Alexis’ house.  What had happened last night?  Oh my God.  The memory hit him like a ton of bricks.  Immediately, shame and regret flooded over him.  That can’t have happened…but it did.  He let two of his friends from high school strap him to a chair and paint his face with makeup.  The makeup!  He held a hand to his face before remembering Alexis had taken it all off shortly after she had unbound him from the chair and before they all passed out.

He looked to his side.  Hadn’t he slept in the guest bed with Erin?  He was almost certain she had come to bed with him, but he was alone in the room.  He got up and gathered his clothes to put on and go out to his car.  With the exception of his missing underwear, he managed to collect them all from the floor. If he was lucky, Erin had already left and Alexis was still sleeping.  He couldn’t imagine actually facing either one of them.  He didn’t know what to do about their friendship in the future, but he just had to get away as soon as possible.  After putting on last night’s clothes, he walked out into the hall and started towards the front door.  As he rounded the corner into the dining room, door in sight, a voice called out from the kitchen, “Good morning John”.  It was Erin.  She was standing there wearing his boxers and an old T shirt.  Fear greeted him alongside her smile.  Oh well, no chance to play any of last night off now.  “Hey Erin” he said.  “Any chance of a Gatorade in there?  I am about to die of thirst.  I’m so hung-over.”  She laughed and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before filling it with water from the sink.  “This is your best bet” she said as she handed him the now full glass.  He drained it almost instantly.  “Well…so we got fucked up last night” he said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the awkward tension.  How she reacted to this would tell him a lot about whether or not he would be considering suicide on the drive home.  She laughed and said “yes we did…holy shit.”  She could tell he was nervous about what her reaction would be, and she wanted to reassure him.  “You were such a good sport though” she added, “and don’t worry that of course stays between the three of us.”  Relief washed over him in an awesome wave.  “Yeah…” he replied, feeling a lot more comfortable.  “You know, you two really know how to thank someone for a job well done.”  Erin blushed slightly, showing he wasn’t the only one embarrassed about last night.  “I cannot believe we did that” she said, but then straightened her posture and added “but you know, sometimes you just have to go with what you feel in the moment don’t you?”  He nodded in agreement as he again filled his water cup.  He paused for a minute, thinking.  Even if it came in the strangest form imaginable, he had gone there last night wanting a shot at Erin, and he had succeeded.  Why stop there?  “Well, in that spirit, how would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”  She looked surprised, but quickly rather happy that he had asked.  “Ok” she said, smiling, “I’d love to.”

After he had drank about 5 glasses of water and they had discussed getting together later, she informed him Alexis had gone to the store to get some last minute supplies for her special client today.  “She told me to thank you for helping out last night, that you were a real doll.”  They both laughed at that, which put him at ease.  Hopefully it would simply fade into a funny memory they could laugh about in private.  As John was heading out the door to his car, he shared another kiss with Erin and told her he couldn’t wait to see her again, and with that they began their separate days.

By lunchtime, John had successfully managed to replay his epic threesome about a hundred times over in his mind.  It was with only morbid curiosity the image of his dolled up face in the mirror appeared every now and again, Erin hugging the mirror around his feminized face.  It was a traditional Saturday, gym, Netflix, and preparation for his date.  He wondered how things were going with the weirdo at Alexis’ house.  He didn’t really want to text them, but he also wanted to know if his efforts last night had been worth it.  Eventually he decided to just ask Erin about it during their date.

He picked her up at 8 o’clock at her apartment.  She was in a very good mood it seemed, and that boosted his confidence.  After a casual meal by the river downtown, they skipped right back to his place to “watch a movie”.  On their way back he asked about how Alexis’ appointment had gone.  Erin gave a mischievous grin before saying simply that it had gone fine and without incident.  He even tipped her the normal price of his treatment and scheduled another appointment for next week.  “I think he really liked being strapped into the chair” she said laughing.  While John certainly knew how fun that chair could be, he was also quite positive he had had the better time. 

About fifteen minutes into their chosen Netflix excuse of a movie, they started making out before moving to his bedroom.  Fortunately she was on birth control, so he didn’t have to worry about condoms.  They had fantastic sex and John couldn’t help but be pleased with himself…already upgraded from a blow job in less than 24 hours.  Not bad at all, he thought.  She had insisted she be on top however.  From there she grabbed his hands and kept them pinned to his sides.  It seemed she wanted to continue the trend of being in control…that was fine by him, at least he wasn’t strapped to a fucking chair this time!  Afterwards as they lay together she seemed to study his face.  She looked to be planning something in her mind, envisioning things not currently there.  She outlined something on his cheek before tracing his lips…then she gave him a kiss and rolled over to go to sleep.

That was the routine for a while.  John and Erin began steadily dating, meeting up with Alexis every now and again to go downtown.  When John would return with drinks the two of them would always seem to be finishing up a conversation and John had the feeling his ears should have been burning.  It was a good thing though, John had his fantasy girl and she was turning out to be up to his lofty expectations.  He was also proven right regarding her sexually adventurous spirit.  It seemed all the time she and Alexis had been spending together was rubbing off on her, with their relationship featuring more and more of a D/S tone.  She was ALWAYS on top, and was introducing him to things he had never done before.  First it had gone from using her hands to block his hands to actual rope.  Then, it was his feet that were also bound.  When they didn’t have sex, 69ing was a mutually popular choice, but again, it seemed to be more frequent the oral sex wasn’t reciprocated in his favor.  The funny thing was however, he didn’t seem to care.  He genuinely felt it was one of his best relationships he’d been in, and in terms of friendship they were getting along great.  He even liked to use a playful “Miss Erin” every now and again, something he started doing all on his own.

After a month and a half of dating, she had introduced him to spankings.  Nothing major to be sure, just a few light swats if he had been a “bad boy”.  Punishments for little offenses she had started counting, and honestly, it was kind of hot for them both.  He knew her last relationship had ended poorly, and he was just glad she wasn’t too damaged to date him now.  They were a good pair and if she needed to feel in charge in order to be secure, he was happy to let her take the lead.  That was the slow but steady accumulation of power she had maintained, never pushing things too far too fast until one day Alexis invited the two of them over for a Saturday hanging out at her house.

Ch 4

“So Alexis, are you seeing anyone now?” John asked the question as they were sipping on their first beers.  It was a nice summer day, and the three of them were relaxing on her porch.  They had all developed a closer group bond since the day John had been their practice doll.  “Welllll” Alexis began “not really no…nothing official or anything.”  Erin giggled slightly and moved to cover her mouth.  Alexis shot her a stern look, but her grin took the bite from it.  John was determined to find out what she was hiding.  “Oh come on Alexis, who’s the lucky gentleman?”  “Oh it’s no body John, again, we’re not dating.  It’s just someone I’ve seen a few times but…” she lingered for a minute, wondering what to say.  She looked at Erin who shrugged.  “Well, the thing is it’s been pretty fun and we’ve done some things I haven’t done before.  But I kinda like it!”  John wasn’t sure he really wanted to hear too much more, but he was too far into the questioning to back out now.  “Oh lord” John said, “What are you up to now?”  They were all smiling, and Alexis obviously was interested in telling them now.  “You know what, it’s probably just easier if I show you.  Let’s finish our beers then make moves to go inside.”

As the girls casually sipped on their beers, they encouraged John to “take a quick chug” of another before they went inside.  He was feeling good that day and obliged them, not forgetting his last experience getting drunk at Alexis’ place.  Now slightly buzzed, he led the group inside to the den.

“Ok Alexis, what exactly do you have to show us?”  John asked.  Alexis giggled as she started down the hall to her bedroom.  “One minute!” she called.  Erin took John’s hand and led him over to the couch.  Her ass was looking amazing today, as she was wearing very short jean shorts and a simple tight tee that hugged her body perfectly.  He got the sinking suspicion that these two were up to something, given their looks and giggles to his questions, but he was feeling good and was determined to try and play this to his favor. 

“So what has she been up to?” John asked Erin as they sat down.  Erin just smiled and said “you’ll have to wait and see” before adding, “I mean, it is Alexis.”  So wait they did, casually talking to pass the time.  Soon enough, from around the corner Alexis called out, “Ok guys, I’m ready to show you what I’ve been up to!  Erin!  I want you to cover John’s eyes so I can surprise him ok?”  Erin positioned herself so that she was seated behind John on the top of the couch, the back of his head resting against her stomach, her legs over his shoulders.  She then used her hands to block out his vision.  “Ok Alexis, we’re ready!”  Erin said loudly.

John heard footsteps walking into the room then stop in front of him.  Erin gave a cat-call whistle.  “Ok let him see!” Alexis said with a determined voice.  Erin lifted the cover from his eyes and before him stood a woman out of a fantasy.  Alexis had changed her attire in a rather striking way.  She was wearing a black leather corset, which lifted and featured her breasts in a fabulous showcase.  That continued down into a short skirt that ended in her upper mid thigh.  She was wearing black garters to fishnet stockings, ending with black leather boots.  Her hands and forearms were covered in a black leather gloves, her right one gripped a short black riding crop, and she had pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail.

“Well, whaddya think?”  She asked in a sexy voice, looking directly into John’s eyes.  John was practically speechless; she could only be described as stunning.  “I think I know what Erin’s next present is going to be” he replied.  They all laughed.  Finally John looked at Alexis, “So, you’re dating a guy who is into having a dominatrix?”  “Again, we’re not necessarily dating.  We haven’t done anything sexual actually, well, at least not in the traditional sense.”  “Oh you mean this isn’t traditional?” John joked.  Alexis got an annoyed look and said, “I mean I’ve kissed him and that’s it” then with a smile she added “and that was only because he was a good boy.”  Well, he was sure as shit right about her being sexually adventurous.

“I think it’s hot,” Erin said to the room.  “Thanks Erin” Alexis said with a smile towards her friend, then she lowered her head and looked John dead in the eyes, “but what does your little boyfriend think?”  John could feel the room’s focus shift to him, but there was a tension in the air now that wasn’t there a few seconds before.  This was his chance to reignite the flame from his first night seeing them.  “Oh it’s definitely hot” he said.  Alexis wasn’t taking that for an answer though.  “Why is it so hot John?” she asked as she slowly began walking towards him.  John felt Erin stealthily move her legs between his arms and his body, pushing them against the couch softy but firmly.  She ran her fingers through his hair, complimenting the softness of her stomach on the back of his head.  “Yeah, why is it so hot John?” she asked her boyfriend from above.  “That leather corset is very flattering” John said, still looking at Alexis.  With every step she took forward the tension seemed to be mounting.  Already John could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster.  Alexis wasn’t breaking eye contact, she didn’t even blink as she made her way towards him.  “Of course it is,” Alexis said with a confident and seductive voice, “but why am I so hot?  What is it about me exactly?”

Alexis was almost to him now, mesmerizing him with her seductive gaze.  “I, uh, I…” John was now literally speechless, stammering up at this captivating woman.  Erin’s legs now tightened around his arms, pinning them against the couch.  Alexis was directly in front of him now, giving him a firm, almost cold stare, her eyes totally locked with his own.  “Tell me why I’m hot!” Alexis commanded with a booming voice.  As she said it she lifted and brought down her riding crop on his left thigh.  It was a quick and sharp pain that jolted him.  He broke eye contact to look down at his leg, but at the same time Erin tightened her fingers in his hair and gripped his head.  She forced him to look straight up into Alexis’ face, where she leaned in slightly over him, still holding that stare.  “Tell her why she’s hot right now!” Erin too yelled in a command.  John was on sensory overload, and it was all he could do to say “Because she’s in control!”

Immediately Alexis relaxed a little and gave a confident smirk before saying, “That’s right John, now who’s in control?”  “You are” he said automatically.  She again gave his leg a quick swat with the crop.  “And what is my name?” she asked.  “Alexis,” he answered.  SWAT.  “What is my name!” she said again, her voice louder and determined, the icy stare instantly back on her face.  John hesitated for a moment, thinking of what she could possibly want, and then it hit him.  “Miss Alexis!” he exasperated.  She gave a big, toothless grin on her face before saying, “Mistress Alexis, John.  Mistress Alexis.”  She then brought her riding crop up and touched the bottom of his chin.  Then she nudged his jaw upward and he followed her lead until he was starring straight up, into Erin’s waiting eyes looking down on him.  “And what is her name?” Alexis asked.  “Mistress Erin?” John said.  Erin smiled down and kissed him in an inverted kiss.  “That’s right John.  Her name is Mistress Erin.  We are your mistresses, and today you’re gonna learn what that means.”

Ch 5

Erin broke off her kiss and he lingered starring up at her for a few seconds.  Slowly he brought his head down, facing Alexis.  He looked shocked at what had just transpired.  Clearly, these two had been planning today.  For how long, he didn’t know.  Alexis was clearly into it 100%, and he didn’t know if he was totally down for whatever she had in store for him.  Erin on the other hand had certainly displayed some signs since they’d been dating she at least dabbled in this type of behavior, but nothing resembling a dominatrix outfit and riding crop.  How far would Alexis push her?  Erin might be into dominating him, but it seemed certain Alexis was the one in charge of this group.  He decided to let this play out a little bit and see where it ended up.  The first time they all did something like this it was undeniably weird as fuck, but it had also been the hottest night of his life.  If they payoff was anything like that night, he was willing to let himself be pushed a little.

“That’s a good boy John” Alexis said as she moved to sit on his knee.  “Erin and I have been discussing it, and we know that you’re the perfect boy to for us to play with.  You treat Erin so well and you were so good about helping me with my client that first night we all reunited.”  She leaned her sexy body closer to him, her face stopping about six inches from his own while she sat on his right knee.  Her left hand was resting on his right thigh, while her right laid the riding crop down on the couch next to them.  Then she let it hover over his crotch.  Only then did he realize he had a massive erection.  Her long fingernails were painted black, and ever so gently she tap-tap-tapped her outstretched index finger on the top of his pitched tent.  Through his jeans he could barely feel it, but the effect was so erotic.  “Plus,” she said leaning in just slightly more and lowering her voice to a whisper, “we know you’re the type of boy who really likes it.”

John was breathing deeply now, and very turned on given that two very attractive women were literally all over him.  He WAS the type of boy who likes whatever it was they were doing to him.  Alexis stood up and picked up her riding crop.  Erin stayed where she was, however she pulled up his arms to rest his hands on her legs.  He gently stroked her soft, smooth skin.  Alexis said she would be right back and then disappeared down the hall.  Erin stroked his hair and said to him, “Today is about having fun and trying some new things.  Alexis has been telling me about some of the things she’s been looking up on the internet and trying out with her new guy.  They seem really fun and she’s excited to try them out with us as well.”  “I’m having fun so far baby,” John told her eagerly.  Erin playfully squeezed her legs against his head.  “It’s Mistress Erin today John” she said in a lighthearted, but also serious manner.  Ok, John thought, I’ll play along today.  “I’m sorry Mistress.”  “Good boy” she said, and she kissed the top of his head.

Mistress Alexis returned holding two objects.  In her right hand was a small white box.  In her left, her riding crop had disappeared and was instead replaced with what looked to be about a two foot long object, black, with a handle and a wide flat surface.  Then it hit him…a paddle.  She sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch, facing Erin and John.  She laid the paddle down absentmindedly next to her, but she carefully placed the box down on her right, looking at it the whole time.  “Now John” she began, “I’ve already discussed with Erin what’s in this box, but before I show you what’s in it, let me tell you about how I came to possess such a thing.  Erin and I have both been dating since around the same time.  Well, she moreso than I…but regardless, I started getting into this because of a guy I met.  I met him after you helped me get ready to meet him, actually.”  The weird client she had, he thought, the Sissy.  “In other words yes, I’ve been seeing the sissy boy.”  She was confident as she said all of this.  She knew what she was doing, and she was clearly not going to be judged. 

John wouldn’t have guessed she would ever date someone like that, but then again he supposed he should have reevaluated a lot more about her after their first night reunited.  He had a slightly amused look on his face, which Alexis took notice of immediately.  She looked at Erin and shook her head.  SMACK.  The feeling shocked John.  Erin had smacked him on his cheek.  Nothing excessively hard, but it stung a little.  His mouth gaped open at the shock.  He looked up at her, but she just stared down with a confident look at signaled he wasn’t to give Alexis anything but his full attention.

“Now John” Alexis continued, “I don’t want you to go judging him based on things you don’t understand yet.  I thought he was nothing more than a freak at first…but then he started doing weekly appointments.  I began questioning him about his fetish.  I researched on the internet about female domination, sissies, and things you can’t even imagine.  At first it shocked me, but what kept me going back night after night was a strange feeling I had…I was turned on by it.  I kept imagining myself as the one spanking her slave in the stories I read.  Something had awoken inside me, something I knew that night we tied you up in my chair.  I couldn’t wait to see my sissy every week for his appointment.  So I started texting him one day, in a very forward tone.  I asked if he had anyone to be an outlet for his desire, and he didn’t.  I asked him if he was interested in having one.  He was.  I had this outfit overnighted and at his next appointment…well let’s just say he enjoyed his surprise.  Over the past few weeks I’ve learned a lot about both myself and him…his name is Paul by the way, though I haven’t decided yet if you’ll ever meet him…and it’s been an amazing experience.  It’s sexual, but it’s not at the same time.  I’ve seriously only kissed him twice.  But covering him in makeup and tying him up to my chair has been some of the most sexually exciting times of my life.”  She looked unbelievably excited.  Her face was flushed and she was smiling.  It was the weirdest thing John had ever heard, but her excitement was undeniable.  She really must enjoy this guy.

“Last weekend though, I had gotten him ready and we were just sitting here, talking about things when he mentioned something I hadn’t even considered, but when he did I couldn’t get it out of my head.  It’s something that I had to have, so I ordered it right away.”  She reached over and picked up the white box.  She placed it on her sexy lap and rested her hands on it.  Then she stopped and looked John directly in the eyes.  “So John” she said in her sexiest voice imaginable, “will you help me test just one more thing for my special client?”

John didn’t know what to think.  Here was Alexis, dropping a bombshell by suddenly pouring a very shocking relationship she was having out to him.  Erin clearly already knew and was strangely excited by it…and they wanted him to test some mystery box device to be used in some strange sex game.  He had promised to have an open mind, but this could very well be too much.  “I don’t know…” he said before quickly adding, “What exactly is in the box?”

Alexis smiled and said, “Here, I’ll show you.  Erin, why don’t you help me out?”  Erin released John’s arm from their leg lock and sat beside him.  Alexis slowly raised the lid of the box and placed it on the coffee table.  Inside was a clear plastic tube a couple of inches long, a series of rings, and a small masterlock with two keys.  John didn’t know what to make of it.  “This” Alexis said as she raised the plastic tube, “is placed on a man’s penis and secured to this.”  She raised one of the plastic rings.  “The ring goes around a guy’s balls and when attached, they can be locked together to create…” she gave a dramatic pause, looking intently at John’s face, “a chastity belt.”

John looked at the device, imagining how that might work.  He looked at Erin, who stared at him with a serious but welcoming look on her face, then to Alexis, who looked determined her sales pitch was working.  John burst out laughing.  This was too much.  “I’m sorry” he said through laughter, “there’s just no way this can be real.”  The girl’s faces had changed expressions.  They looked pissed.  He was supposed to be taking this seriously, and yet he laughed at something Alexis clearly wanted him to try on, if only to test out for her sissy boyfriend.

“Well, we gave you a chance to cooperate and go along with us willingly.  You decided to treat it like a joke.”  Alexis’ voice was a grim as her expression.  There was no sense of selling him on this idea anymore; she was in the business of giving commands.  “Stand up!” This time it was Erin yelling at him, giving him enough of a jolt to do as she said without pausing to think about what he was doing.  Immediately Alexis grabbed a hold of his belt, ripping it off before throwing it aside.  Before he could react she was going at his button and fly, aiming to drop his pants before he could react.  He moved his hands towards his crotch, but both Alexis and Erin slapped one away.  His pants fell to the ground, followed quickly by his boxers.

Erin straightened her back and opened her legs slightly before looking up at him expectantly and patting her thigh.  “You’re about to understand that you are not in control of this relationship, John.  You do as I or Mistress Alexis says or you are punished.  We do not make jokes for you to laugh at; we give you commands to obey.  Now get down over my knees for a spanking!”  There was no doubt Erin was serious.  From her body language to the fire in her voice, a barrier had been crossed.  Strangely, he was rock hard.

He felt Mistress Alexis’ glove hands on his arm and back.  It was like an out of body experience, something he was vaguely aware of that was happening, but it all didn’t seem real.  He was guided by Alexis’ hands onto Mistress Erin’s waiting lap.  His erection positioned between her legs, but not touching anything.  He could sense Alexis picking up the paddle, could feel the air it disturbed as she handed it to Erin, and finally he felt the gentle coolness of the leather as she gracefully rested it right on his ass, keeping it there as it awaited a command. 

Alexis walked over to his head.  He stared at her boots, up the fishnet stockings to the beginning of her skirt.  With is head extended as far as it could go, he could see no more from his current position.  She bent her legs as she lowered herself, the skirt replaced by the corset, the corset replaced by her beautifully sexy face.  She spoke to him, “This is where you learn your place.  You made fun of the guy I’ve been seeing today, but you don’t even know him.  After this spanking you are going to go into his soon to be cage, and then it seems you two will be on the same level.  Every time Mistress Erin spanks you with the paddle, I want you to tell me what you will be…no, make that what you are.”  Her voice scared him.  He couldn’t tell if she was acting or was actually offended.  None of this make sense anymore.  What was he going to have to actually go through?  What wa- SMACK!

He had been so focused on Alexis he didn’t feel the leather leave his butt, but he felt it now.  SMACK!  Again, it crashed into him, sending stinging pain.  “What are you?” Mistress Alexis asked.  SMACK!  “Ow!” He cried out in pain.  Erin’s free hand pressed into his back, holding him in place.  “What. Are. You.?” Mistress Alexis repeated her question.  SMACK!  “I’m…I’m your friend.”  SMACK! Again, Alexis repeated her question, louder each time he failed to answer.  The stings were getting worse now, and the pain was really bothering him.  SMACK!  The blows kept coming along with the questions.  How could anyone like this?  What kind of person allows themselves to be spanked?  SMACK!  “WHAT. ARE. YOU!?” Alexis roared.  He was squirming on Erin’s lap, but she held him firmly in place.

“I’m a sissy!” John yelled.  It had burst from his lips just as quickly as it had entered his mind.  He didn’t know what else to say.  It was all he could think she wanted to hear.  SMACK!  This time however, “say it again,” was Alexis’ response.  “I’m a sissy!” he cried. SMACK!  “Say it again!” SMACK!  “I’m a sissy!” SMACK!  “Louder!” yelled Alexis, she had a crazed look of pleasure in her eye as tears formed in John’s.  “I’M A SISSY!” he yelled, his voice breaking.  SMACK!  “Who am I?  SMACK!  Tears were now streaming down his face.  “Mistress Alexis!”  SMACK!  The pain was getting worse with each blow.  “Who is giving you a spanking?”  SMACK!  “Mistress Erin!”  SMACK!  “And what do you do for your mistresses?”  SMACK!  “Obey!”  SMACK!  “Now once more, Sissy John, what are you?”  SMACK!  “I’m a sissy!”  SMACK!  “WHO ARE YOU!?”  SMACK!  “I’M A SISSY!”  SMACK!  The pain was too much now…he was crying uncontrollably, his ass felt like it was on fire.  Mistress Alexis gently grabbed his chin, lifting his head so they were looking at each other eye-to-eye.  “Not yet you’re not” she said, “but you will be.”

Thanks for letting me know what you think everyone, I've never written an erotic story before and definitely nothing of this subject matter.  Lots of story ideas in my head, trying to get them out as quickly as possible.  This should be lengthy and fun to tell.

Ch 6

Alexis stood up and looked down at the sight before her.  Her old friend John was lying on her best friend’s lap, crying like a baby.  He even had a warm red ass from his just-received furious spanking.  Erin had a stern look on her face, but if she felt anything like Alexis, she was incredibly turned on right now.  Erin’s hand still pushed into John’s back, holding him in place.  Not that it mattered of course; John had stopped squirming some time ago when he realized he was helpless to stop the girls from giving him his first real spanking.  The paddle hovered above his butt, ready to strike at any moment.  SMACK! Erin laid another blow, followed by a few more solid hits to really drive home John’s new reality.  Finally, she put the paddle down on the couch next to her and led her fingernails lightly across his bottom, feeling the heat and reviling in her display of power.

John’s sobbing was still in full effect, and he had let his head droop and his body go limp.  His erection was gone; there was no pleasure to be gleaned from what he had just experienced.  When he realized it was over, he started to attempt to control his tears, but broke down again almost immediately into a new cry.  The pain was one thing, but it was beginning to dawn on him just how much that spanking had truly cost.  Erin had fully established herself as the queen of their relationship.  To the world he was the man, he should be in charge, and he should have her screaming for his sexual conquest.  But as the blows rained down, it had become undeniable that this wasn’t just a casual game of sometimes dominance anymore.  A coup had been planned and executed to perfection, and now there was a new dictator in charge.  Even if it was only just beginning to dawn on John the significance of his spanking, Erin would waste no time in pressing her newly acquired advantage.

“Up” Erin said to the weeping John.  He picked up his head and suppressed another outburst into a sniffle, but otherwise did not react.  Erin picked up her paddle and gave him a quick SWAT.  “Up!” she commanded, bouncing her knee into his stomach.  John scrambled to get to his feet.  He stood and looked at Erin and Alexis with an expression that made it seem as though he was looking at them for the first time.  Alexis’ smirking and determined face could no longer be taken as a something that lent itself for jokes; it housed a voice of authority.  Her dominatrix outfit was no longer sexy yet laughable, some vestige for a kinky boyfriend- it was a suit of command, a sexy seduction with an attraction like an exotic plant, beautiful to observe but made of poison.  And his girlfriend Erin, rising to stand next to Alexis, was now revealing herself to be a dominant of a different form.  The cuteness of her exterior, the softness of her skin, were now clever traps to hide the powerful core of a woman capable of doing things John would have previously never expected.  It was almost too much to comprehend.  John’s mind was a blank slate of wonder as his hands felt his burning ass, gingerly confirming what his mind had tried to refuse to believe.  He didn’t know what to do so he did was felt natural- he waited for one of them to speak.

It was Erin who addressed him first.  “Now you know the cost of disobedience.”  Her face was relaxed; she looked refreshed even, confident but not bitchy.  She didn’t seem to be doing anything more than explaining something that had already happened, bringing someone out of the loop up to speed.  “We don’t want to have to spank you, but make no mistake that from now on if you disobey either of us you can quickly expect a visit across our knee.  For the rest of the day, you are to address us by our proper names of Mistress Erin or Mistress Alexis to better reflect your status now of our submissive sissy boy.  Any failure to follow a command, such as failing to say “Mistress” will result in punishment.  Do you understand?”

There was a moment of silence as John processed what had just been said, to let the gravity of his situation come crashing onto him.  Their relationship had changed forever; there would be no going back.  Sweet Erin and Alexis of high school were fading, replaced now by the two women in front of him.  He was in shock, but at the same time felt powerless to do anything but say the words she wanted to hear.  “Yes Mistress Erin.”

Alexis and Erin smiled.  Alexis extended a gloved hand and held it in the air.  “Come now sissy John” she said in a sweet tone, “You have an appointment in my studio.”  Once again John felt his body acting on its own accord as he reached out and timidly grasped her black glove.  Her fingers clinched his hand in a locking embrace.  She turned and began walking towards the hallway.  Naked as the day he was born John followed his new Mistress, led by the hand down the hall.  His dream girl and girlfriend, now too his mistress in command, grabbed the white box on the coffee table and followed behind him, admiring her red handiwork on display.

They arrived in the studio to a familiar scene.  Before John stood the chair of transformation, its white leather a canvass for human change.  He had last viewed it when he was drunk, deeming it a mere station of work, a piece of furniture and nothing more.  Now soberly approaching its grips, it towered over him.  The restraints were already attached, waiting to clinch a victim in a terrifying embrace.  His silent screams were unheard to any but himself, but with every step he took they grew louder in his mind.  Alexis was guiding him like a siren into the rocks and he knew it, yet every new foot of carpet that his bare feet made contact with increased his level of submission.  To be as afraid as he was now yet to be so passively accepting of his fate only served to solidify his new status with these women.  He had to stop this now; he could not allow himself to be strapped naked into this chair, to do so would doom him.

Alexis stopped by the left armrest and let go of his hand, leaving his right leg nearly touching the ankle restraint.  Erin walked around him and placed the white box at the makeup counter against the right wall.  Then she walked over and stood at the opposing arm rest, the two of them looking at him with smiling eyes.  “Sit down so we can strap you in” Alexis calmly said.  This was it, now or never to end this game only sissies played.  Wordlessly John climbed in and took his seat, one final tear slowly running down his cheek as the pain from putting weigh on his bottom flashed around his body.  “Good boy” Alexis said as she positioned his right arm into a strap, tightening it into place.

The girls made quick work securing their old friend into place.  As Alexis attached her final necessary restraint around his neck, the cool leather of her corset pressed against John’s shoulder.  Her slight lean and extended arms left her breasts pressed together right in front of his face, taunting him with their beauty and oozing intoxication.  John looked from them into her eyes and saw the focus and excitement on her face.  Whatever she and Erin had planned, he now could not get off the ride.

It was just as before, almost no movement possible from his body, his actions powerless against the two women he now addressed as mistress.  “Ok now John” Alexis began.  “Sissies are a special type of people.  They aren’t like other men.  They obey their mistress’s commands and they know their place in their relationship, but physically they are different too.”  She walked out of sight in the direction of her styling products.  “I’ve had to track down this rather special item” John could hear her say.  “It doesn’t help me style anything by itself, but it makes sure things don’t get in the way.” 

She reappeared next to his face and removed the top of a pink jar of cream and held it under his nose.  It had a sweet smell, but also seemed to burn his nostrils.  She took it back towards her body and placed the jar on the stand next to his chair.  With a quick pull of a lever, his body was forced horizontal, the straps still held firm.  Erin’s face came into view while Alexis moved out of his range, the sweet smell going with her.  Erin looked down at him and smiled while stroking his face.

Suddenly he felt a coolness on his lower leg and a hand pressing the coolness around, spreading it across his leg.  Finally he felt it on his other leg, slowly going from his feet the over his knees then finally onto his thighs.  He gasped as it covered his balls and taint, his public region falling under the cool wave.  Then it continued, spreading over his stomach and causing it to tighten, the his chest, nipples, and armpits.  Finally, it reached the front of his neck and face where his beard would be, if he had ever decided to grow it out.  His whole body, chilled with a coolness from the balm.  Alexis reapplied the cap and placed it on the stand, then rejoined Erin in looking down at the sissy being born into their lives.  “You see, this will help you become our Sissy, John.  We’re going to get that nasty body hair removed from our sissy, leaving you as naked as a baby.  Appropriate, as today is the day you are born into the world as our sweet, submissive little man.”  They both smiled as John’s mouth opened in shock.

“Shhhhhh now Sissy” Erin said, beaming down at him.  “It will only take a few minutes.”  Then to Alexis she added, “Let’s go get the towels.”  The two of them disappeared from view, leaving John with only the sweet smell of the cream that would take his body hair.  It left a mild tingle wherever it touched, and he once again felt a welling of emotion.  He struggle against his bonds for a few seconds before again accepting his reality.  After a few minutes the girls returned with a stack of towels in their hands.

They firmly wiped away the cream from his lower leg, a test streak really, each woman staring at the patch of skin to see if it had truly worked.  Gone with the towel was John’s hair, and nothing but skin remained.  The two of them smiled and let out a sigh of excitement and relief, and then furiously they began scraping off the remainder.  After a minute they stared in wonder down at their work, all visible bits of flesh were hairless except for John’s head.  “We’ll get any we couldn’t once you’re unstrapped” Alexis announced in a pleased tone.  John was horrified, yet no whimpers of protest crossed his lips, only a sad expression on his face announced his feelings.

“Perfect,” Erin said.  “Now we can really begin.”  Alexis smiled then nodded towards the right wall, and Erin turned and walked over there.  She returned and John felt something being laid on his now bare stomach.  He tried to look down to see what was placed on him, but the neck strap denied him the ability to see his body below.  Even his movements to shift his head side to side were hindered by padding designed to keep his head looking straight ahead.  “Now John, hold very still” Alexis said.  Meekly, John steadied his body and obeyed.

He felt plastic on his bare balls then heard Alexis say, “Hand me the smaller one” to Erin as the plastic was removed.  On the back of his sack he felt a ring shape snuggly encircle his nuts.  First it surrounded his left nut, and then his right as it moved up towards the base of his penis.  The feeling reminded him of the snug collar-like feeling of his neck restraint.  “Oh God” he thought.  “They’re actually putting that Sissy’s chastity belt on me!”

“Ok now hand me the lotion” he heard Alexis say and Erin reached over him to the stand, grabbing a small lotion bottle.  Alexis’ hand was cupping his balls; gentle warmth was provided by her soft touch, yet a firm reminder of his mistresses’ power over him was the true feeling he experienced.  “My sissy’s penis is smaller than Sissy John’s here” Alexis said to the room, “but not by much!” she added, eliciting giggles from herself and Erin.  John felt his face grow a shad redder.  “Still” she continued, “I think his belt should fit nicely, I bought it knowing he would have some room to grow.  What do you think about that John, you’ll have the biggest Sissy penis in a cage!”  Now the girls laughed even more than before, reviling in John’s humiliation.  When they had died down, Alexis commented that she couldn’t wait to tell Sissy Paul he had the smallest sissy dick she had seen at their next appointment.  In spite of himself, John felt bad for the guy, an empathy he never would have thought he would one day express.  Even worse, he had felt a pathetically hollow pride when Alexis had declared his dick bigger than a complete sissy's, however slightly it may be.

He heard the squirt of a lotion bottle and then felt a hand oiling down his penis.  It was feeling smaller than it normally was at the moment thanks in large part to the coolness of the hair-removal cream on it earlier.  The oiling tugs he felt on his most sensitive part did not provide sexual thrill however, the leather gloves telling him it was Alexis working on putting together his prison.  Like a surgeon working on a patient, she methodically prepped her patient sissy.  “Now the tube” she told Erin.  With an air of stillness in anticipation of something big, Alexis accepted the short plastic tube from Erin, a smile on her face and a glean of anticipation in her eye.  Erin seemed breathless and salivating over what was about to transpire.  She unconsciously licked her lips once, eyes fixed on the oiled penis that stood above Alexis’ black gloved hand, balls gripped underneath.  Alexis moved to complete her chastity device.

As John felt something going over his little head fear of accepting his place surged through him and overpowered his submissive obedience as he tried to shift away from the plastic invasion.  His body tried to run, but the restrains held him in place.  He could move his penis, desperately fighting for its freedom, only an inch or two away from Mistress Alexis’ domineering hand.  Erin slapped his left thigh with her bare hand and said “Sissy…” in a menacing low voice, never taking her eyes off her boyfriend’s naked penis.  Alexis merely smiled and said “it’s ok Erin, sissies sometimes try to fight, but that’s why their mistresses’ are there to keep them in line.”  With that she lightly squeezed his already imprisoned balls, the pressure causing John to suck in air and again remain still.  As she eased up her grip, he meekly fell back into place, limply ceasing his pathetic resistance.  “See?” She said, still smiling.

Momentary rebellion crushed, she resumed her progress.  John felt the base of the tube slip over his entire head, his penis bouncing against the sides of the tight tube as Alexis pushed the device closer to the awaiting ring.  The oily lotion served to glide the device neatly to the other piece of the chastity belt and soon the two pieces were touching.  Alexis let out a satisfied sigh as Erin inhaled shallowly in seeming orgasmic excitement.  Alexis looked across John’s body, over his now chastised dick, into Erin’s eyes.  “Now just one final piece…the lock, if you please.”  Erin reached over and grabbed the small brown masterlock from the white box, and John watched it go over his head, over his chest, and then disappear near where the girl’s held their attention.  Inscribed on the lock in tiny cursive print were the words “Sissy of A&E”.

Alexis accepted the lock from Erin’s waiting hand.  She moved to position it in its locking position, ensuring only a key would allow for the device to be removed.  Her index finger and thumb held the waiting lock, ready for her to move them together and seal John into his sissy fate.  Seconds passed and the tension built.  Suddenly she backed off, she let go of the lock and let it dangle in place, leaving it open and unsecured.  She looked at Erin and said “You do the honors” with a smile.  “After all, he’s going to be your sissy, and you should be the one to do it.”  Erin smiled and moved her hand to the lock, placing her fingers where Alexis had hers only moments earlier.

With Erin’s fingers on the lock and Alexis’ gloved hand cupping his balls, the two mistresses’ were ready to officially take complete control of their old friend and new sissy.  Erin looked into John’s eyes, his pleading expression causing pleasure and mischief to appear on Erin’s face.  “Now you will truly become our little sissy boy” she said.  Click.  She had pressed the lock shut, taking control of Sissy John’s penis.

Alexis reached over and picked up the two silver keys from the box.  They were attached to necklaces.  She gave one to Erin and then dangled hers above John’s scared face.  He focused in on the key and heard Alexis’ words.  “Now only Mistress Erin and I have the ability to free your poor little penis from its plastic prison.  These keys are the only two that can unlock your chastity.”  She took back her necklace and put on her necklace as Erin did the same.  Her key came to rest right at the beginning of her cleavage, above the beautiful boobs propped up by the stunning black leather corset.  John stared at it, mesmerized by the implications of the power these two now held.  He shifted his eyes to look at Erin, her sexily tight t-shirt serving as the platform upon which the key to his release now lay.  His two mistresses smiled down at him as he considered his new situation and the feeling of plastic encasing his penis.

Erin moved to get the same mirror he had first scene his feminized face on that first night they had shared together since his return.  She stood in front of him with the mirror and slowly brought it down.  First he saw his own face starting back at him, triggering memories of makeup and sissification.  Then came his neck, restrained and locked into place.  Oddly his chest appeared, but there wasn’t a single hair in sight, his smooth skin the only reflection.  This continued down his stomach to his pelvic region, shocking him that the public hair he had had for years was simply gone.  Finally, the mirror displayed his penis, covered entirely in a clear plastic that rested on his protruding encircled balls.  His dick took up the entire chastity belt, in a tight yet perfect fit.  He was mesmerized by what he saw before him, and the totality of what had just transpired hit him like a ton of bricks.  He was truly locked.  He was now completely bound to his friend and girlfriend.  He was bound to his mistresses.

“Now the real fun begins” Erin said giddily.  Alexis smiled and gave an agreeing nod.  “But first I want him to thank us for bringing him under our control.  I want him to confirm what he has become.”  Alexis looked down at him with a powerful smirk and looked expectant.  John looked again into the mirror and saw his chastity, felt its weight and snugness.  “Th…thank you Mistress Alexis.  Thank you Mistress Erin.”  His voice was strained and he was on the edge of tears, the emotion of submission and the feeling of helpless domination was almost too much to bear.  He felt the dull ache from his ass, freshly spanked and red, reminding him of the ever-present threat of punishment for failing to obey.  “For what?” Erin quickly asked, moving towards his face and resting her hand upon his right shoulder.  He couldn’t contain himself anymore, he felt so defeated.  “For making me your sissy.”  Tears flowed down his face and gentle sobs came from his chest.  Both girls for the first time looked at him with sympathy in their eyes.

“Don’t cry baby” Erin said in a soothing tone, resting her hip on the chair near his shoulder and stroking his cheek, wiping tears from his eyes with her soft gentle hands.  Alexis too came and rested against the opposite shoulder, placing her hands gently on his smooth, hairless chest before saying, “It’s ok Sissy John.  I know this is a lot for you to handle right now, but I promise you’re going to love our new relationship.  Being a sissy is going to be so much more fun than you can imagine, and developing your submission is going to be a challenging but rewarding process.”  Now she was stroking his other cheek as well.  He looked at both of them through tear blurred vision.  In spite of all the emotions he was feeling, he was now reminded why he liked these girls so much in the first place.  They had a connection with him unmatched by anyone else.  He would never be able to be their equal ever again, and that was scary, but here they were demonstrating to him just how comforting and gentle they could be, something he would always have to remember.

Erin bent down and kissed his cheek and Alexis quickly did the same.  His mistresses held so much affection in their eyes he welled up another sob and tried to smile.  Alexis smiled back and told him “Aw cheer up John, we’re about to do something all sissies love to do!”  John sniffled and looked her in the eyes before he asked “What’s that Mistress Alexis?”  Alexis smiled and said, “It’s time we play dress up!”

CH 7

“Just a touch more on the eyebrows.”  Erin’s eyes looked over John’s face with excitement and intent, looking to create the image in her head of how his makeup should be done.  It was an image crafted with Alexis over the past few weeks and inspired by sitting in on “appointments” with Alexis’ own sissy.  “That’s it” she said, encouraging Alexis’ steady hand as it worked to complete John’s transformation.

It had been thirty minutes since the two began working on him, and John’s resolve to stay blank faced had waivered.  His eyes looked sad and his lip was trembling at times, but he knew better than to cry at this point, lest they be forced to start the whole process over again.  This time would take the longest, Alexis had told them “since we’re finding out what looks best on our little sissy.”

Erin had helped him blow his nose and wiped the tears from his face following his outburst upon being chastised.  Though his eyes were still a little red and slightly puffy, he had done as his mistresses had said and not shed a single makeup-ruining tear.  The straps and design of the chair had locked him into place and he could only wait on Alexis to finish her professional design of his made-up face.  It was similar to what he remembered of last time, only this occasion was no drunken practice run for an unknown sissy, this was to be John’s makeup he would be wearing for the rest of the day: Training Day #1.

The girls’ faces were filled with excitement as Alexis began putting on the final touches.  “Ok John” Alexis said, “Give me that sissy kissy face.”  John pursed his lips out like a fish and Alexis traced them over with a dark red lipstick.  “Aaannnnd voila” Alexis announced, her task complete.

John looked at his mistresses’ expressions of delight and decided they must be satisfied with his face.  He was nearly panicked with stress at his situation and unbelievably humiliated, but he simply kept his strapped-in body relaxed and waited to see what they would have him do next.  As it turned out, his humiliation was far from complete.

“Ok John,” Alexis told him, “it’s time for you to be let out from the chair.  You are to stand up and not move an inch, understood?”  “Yes mistress” was his apprehensive response.  “Good.”  Erin began undoing his straps as Alexis put away the makeup she had used.  Soon John was free to move again, but waited on Erin hold out her hand before he stepped up out of the chair.  Once upright, he stood as still as a statue.  He felt a sensation of coolness on his lower back and certain spots on the back of his legs.  The sweet smell confirmed Alexis was applying the hair-removal cream to the final patches of his body hair.

“Now sissy, since you were such a good boy for us during your makeup session, we’re going to give you a treat.”  Erin grabbed a nondescript tube of cream from a shelf and squirted some into her hand.  She began rubbing it on his still inflamed bottom.  “This will provide some relief from your spanking” she said while giving him a small smile.  Immediately, wherever the cream touched a cooling sensation made his skin feel refreshed, though he winced at it being touched.  His reminder to behave would not soon be forgotten.

“While we wait to wipe the last little bit of your hair off, let’s walk over to the mirror” Erin told him as she grabbed his forearm.  As they approached the vanity mirror he looked to see what a job they had done.  His face was to him ridiculous, covered in lipstick, eye-shadow, mascara, and everything else they had deemed necessary to feminize it had been applied.  He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him and the scene that the mirror revealed.  In the center stood John, looking terrified and embarrassed covered in makeup, naked as the day he was born with the level of body hair to match it, with a chastity belt firmly secured at his crotch.  To his left, Alexis appeared in her dominatrix outfit, surveying her prize.  To his right, his girlfriend looked on with a hunger in her eyes, feasting on his new appearance.

John moved his hand towards his chastity cage, seeking to feel for the first time this thing they had attached in an effort to have him controlled.  He was nearly there when he stopped, suddenly paralyzed by fear he was disobeying a mistress.  “It’s ok” Erin told him.  “I want you to feel it and get used to it.  I want you to understand that without one of us you are never going to get it off.”  John relaxed and touched the clear plastic tube.  It was a hard plastic that didn’t seem like it would be easy to break, as if he would even considered doing anything that might risk damaging the casing’s contents.  He moved it up and down, the ring of plastic causing his whole package to move with the tube.  In order to remove the tube he would have to disconnect it from his balls or back his balls out from the clutches of the ring.  He felt near his balls.  The ring seemed to have them firmly secured as well…there would be no backing out of this device. 

“Only this can save you now” Alexis said darkly, fingering her necklace causing the key to protrude from her chest.  “Now sit.”  An involuntary “yes mistress” came from John’s lips as he began to lower himself onto the chair set in front of the vanity, gingerly seeking to avoid the pain that would be caused from an indelicate landing on his red behind.  Unsure of what would come next, he simply stared into the mirror, transfixed by his feminine looking face.  He didn’t even noticed Alexis and Erin had gone to the opposite wall and were returning with something in their hands.

“As much as I like blonde, I do agree that Sissy John here would look best in the brunette” Alexis said to Erin.  They were both holding wigs.  “Yes, and you’ve already determined Paul will be wearing blonde” Erin reminded her friend.  “Oh you’re right, we can’t have our sissies fighting over wigs now can we?” the two girls laughed.  Erin stretched out a hair net over John’s head that compressed his hair into as compact a form as could be managed.  After she was done, Alexis selected the brunette wig from the two and placed it on his head. 

“It looks amazing” Erin said as she started into the mirror.  John gasped when he looked at the face staring back at him.  The wig itself was gorgeous to those who could tell the differences in such things.  The hair was shoulder length and the shade of brown really was striking to his eyes.  He had masculine features of course, but Alexis’ magic touch seemed to minimize them.  He knew his own face better than anyone, but with the makeup and wig combined…a stranger would be hard pressed to find he wasn’t a girl himself, his masculine body notwithstanding.  “Alexis holy shit” Erin said, her excitement growing to a fever pitch.  Alexis was grinning with a deeply satisfied look on her face.  She knew she had done well.  “I told you how this would be” she said in awe.  “When he’s really, truly, and completely ready I’m telling you it’s going to be only our little secret.”

John couldn’t believe his lying eyes.  He didn’t think it would be possible to transform his appearance in such a dramatic way, but Alexis had proved him wrong.  He felt nauseous all of a sudden and his heart beat began to intensify.  His mistresses were capable of changing so much of him, how much further could it actually go?

Erin was unconsciously rubbing her crotch in the background of the mirror.  The eyes all focused on John’s transformation didn’t see her index finger slip beneath her shorts for a quick couple of rubs against her engorged clit.  Between her new sissy boyfriend’s chastity belt and the power that gave her, her dream makeup job on him finally becoming true, and the thought of all the changes still yet to occur she could hardly contain herself.  She was nearly on the edge of orgasm and there was still so much more to come.  Once John was completely dressed and ready she would allow urges to be satisfied, in the meantime she resolved to channel them into completing her task and exercising her new power.

“You’re doing so well sweetie, but we’re not done yet” Alexis announced.  “Get up and use that towel to wipe the hair cream off, then get ready to go into my bedroom.”  She said it in a mock sexy voice, something to maybe encourage John towards excitement for what was in store, but John was in too much of state to process what might possibly be rewarding.  He stood up and did as she commanded, then the three of them started towards the hall, John feeling the not uncomfortable weight of his chastity belt with each step.

Alexis’ room was a standard mid-20’s women’s room.  A large king bed was the main feature, with a TV and other accessories scattered throughout her space.  To Erin there was nothing new, but John studied what seemed to be the only room in the house he had yet to step foot in.  “Go sit on the bed sissy boy” Alexis told him as she began the walk towards what looked to be a closet.  Erin took his hand and led him to the bed.  As she did she told him “this will be lesson number one” she stated as they sat down.  “When we make you into a sissy, I want you to sit with your legs like this.”  She then crossed her legs in a feminine manner, knee over knee.  John imitated the same, using his hands to adjust his caged package slightly.  He could once again not believe this was really happening.  “Good boy” Erin said, smiling.

They could hear Alexis rumbling through what appeared to be a large walk-in closet.  She emerged with what looked like something from the 18^th century in hand.  “This is a corset” she said confidently, “and it’s going to help you look like a good little sissy.”  Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, John was being told to stand for the fitting of his corset, Erin giddily clapping her hands with excitement.

“Hold your hands up over your head, be careful not to disturb your hair” Alexis barked at him.  John obediently followed her command.  The girls expertly positioned the feminine garment onto John’s naked flesh.  As if in a moment where she simply couldn’t contain herself, Erin reached out and flicked John’s nipples.  He was so focused on what was about to be secured to his frame he gave her a puzzled look.  She was just smiling away, biting her lip as her crazed eyes betrayed thoughts of deep lust in her mind.  John had never seen her this horny before in his life.  Then she reached out and pinched them, giving a little twist that left John gasping.  Just then Alexis began tightening the laces.

 “Now hold on over there, we’re not quite ready to play like that with Sissy John just yet” Alexis cautioned her friend.  Erin looked at her and smiled, Alexis returning the knowing look.  Then she eyed John and said, “If you’re a good boy, Mistress Alexis and I will make sure you have the most memorable dress up day you can imagine.”  John very much doubted he could forget any of this if he wanted to, but in spite of himself he formed a weak smile to try and reassure his girlfriend before saying “I hope so Mistress Erin.”

Seeing Erin in such an aroused state standing in front of him and surveying his naked body caused John’s thoughts to temporarily push aside his present humiliation.  He thought back to their first night and exploding into her eager mouth.  That had been his best blow job to date, and she had tried to top it several more times during the course of their relationship.  He thought of her naked lying in his bed.  Of her on top of him, riding him after a dinner downtown.  She brought out the best feelings inside of him, and looking at her eager state now he began to fantasize of throwing her on the bed next to them and burying his face into her tits, pulling down her shorts as he prepared to enter her vagina, his cock as hard as a diamond.  Then Alexis joined them, telling him not to enter her just yet as she grabbed his penis and began a rhythmic up and down with her hand.  The two ladies feeling each other’s breasts as she pumped him, making out before lying back on the bed.  Come on John, we need you inside us so bad…

As John’s fantasies played out, his penis began to formulate a response.  It was the first time he was getting aroused while wearing his chastity belt.  The odd sensation of his penis filling what little space remained in his plastic prison before simply…ceasing to grow brought him crashing back to reality.  He looked down at his cock attempting to get hard and straining inside the cage.  He didn’t dare lower his hand to try and adjust anything and his cage jerked in a gasping fight, unable to break from the hard plastic shell.

Erin noticed her boyfriend’s attention shift and looked down in time to see his cage do a little jump.  She could tell he was straining against his bonds and an erection was being suppressed.  Instantly her horniness jumped even higher and she thought she might lose her balance.  Her panties were soaked and she began to worry they would form a spot on her shorts before deciding she didn’t even care.  “Alexis” she said.  “It looks like our sissy boy is finding out how his new cage works.”  Alexis temporarily stopped her lacing and looked down at John’s imprisoned cock.  She flicked it with her long fingernail then said “Sorry Sissy John, but you’re not getting relief until your mistresses decide you’ve been a good enough boy.”  Then she gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled a lace tightly.  John gasped at the sudden constriction.

“I told you these sissy boys like their corsets” Alexis said to Erin, never stopping her task.  “They know it gives them a nice feminine shape.  It reminds them they’re stuck looking how we want them to look until we say otherwise.”  John almost said something to contradict her then stopped at the last second, becoming more frustrated with his circumstance than he thought possible.  He was beginning to realize not only the full horror of the chastity belt’s physical restriction, but also that in order to get release he would have to please his mistresses to the upmost extent.  That required that he remain silent when they added a dose of humiliation. 

Even as that recognition made its presence felt, he was turning towards more pressing matters at his sides.  The corset was restricting his ability to breathe deeply.  He felt so constrained it was like they had put him in a mobile restraint from the chair.  He looked down and could tell a difference in his figure already, surely she was almost finished.  He couldn’t imagine his waist getting much smaller and his arms were beginning to tire.

“Almost done sissy” Alexis said as she began lacing the final stretch.  “I think you can get it now” she said to Erin.  Erin smiled and went into the closet where John heard coat hangers being slid across a metal bar.  She was searching for something hanging in there.  Alexis slapped his now corset-protected side.  “Well look at you Sissy John!” she exclaimed.  “You almost look as good as I do in my corset!” 

John looked at himself and processed what he was feeling.  He was locked inside yet another constrictive device, only this time his ribs and stomach were being controlled.  He could breathe, but he wouldn’t be running any marathons.  Just as he was realizing how truly controlled he was, Erin appeared smiling a mischievous grin.  In her hand was a relatively simple black sundress.

“Time for the final addition” she announced.  John felt sick, and not just from his constricted stomach.  They seemed determined to make him into a woman, to dominate him into being a sissy.  Yet with his penis in chastity and a completely dolled up face, he had no choice but to wear whatever they decided to put him in!

“You can lower your arms now” Alexis told John.  He gratefully let them fall to his sides.  “You are going to look so pretty Sissy John.”  He meekly accepted the comment with silence, but a quick swat to his leg reminded him of his position in the relationship.  “Thank you Mistress Alexis” he said.  Then the two mistresses instructed him how to put on the dress and went about helping him get inside his first true piece of female attire.

When he got it on, he immediately knew this had been purchased just for him.  It fit almost perfectly, or at least as perfectly as a dress he wore was like to do.  The humiliation was beyond intense, even the feeling he had as the makeup had been applied to his face.  The girls were nitpicking at the dress, trying to get it to merge seamlessly with the corset underneath.  It came down to around mid-thigh on his smooth hairless body.  He wanted to cry.

“Oh it looks so wonderful” Erin said with joy as she ran her hand down his back, sensually rubbing his ass on her way down.  Alexis gave it a little smack.  “You’re officially a sissy now!” she said with a seeming truth that he couldn’t seem to be able to deny.  They walked him to the full length mirror in the corner of his room to survey their completion.

“The hair removal makes it so convincing” Erin said as she felt his arm.  “It really is amazing how good we are at getting these boys to look so good” Alexis responded.  They looked like three girls in wildly different outfits and of varying heights, but girls nonetheless.  The dress hugged John in such a way that it would be deceptive to a casual observer of his body.  Maybe even someone looking close.  The one telltale sign was the little bump in his crotch. 

“Here” Alexis told him.  “I want you to push that between your legs and go like this.”  She bent her legs at the knee and leaned her body forward, hands on her knees.  “Sorority squat!” Erin laughed as she too struck the pose.  They looked at John expectantly.  He squeezed his legs together, trying his best to hide his most masculine parts.  He bent over and matched their pose.  “Smile!” Alexis told him.  He gave the best that he could given the circumstance.  Now it was complete.  With the way these three were together now, they could fool a lot of people who weren’t looking for the hidden guy.  Looking at the smiling faces in the mirror, John could only scream on the inside.

CH 8                  

The group was back in the den now, sitting on the couch together.  Alexis was next to John on his left, holding his outstretched hand.  His fingers were open as wide as he could get them, diligently ensuring they wouldn’t touch.  Erin was seated to his right, where the same scenario was playing out.  Sissy John was getting his nails painted.

They were talking to each other, John leaving a noticeable silence in the conversation.  Every now and again they would ask a question to which he would give a “yes mistress Erin” or a “no mistress Alexis”.  After each nail was done there was always a “Thank you mistress”.  The choice of color today was the “true color of a good sissy” as Mistress Alexis had phrased it, or hot pink as the rest of the world chose to call it.

“So I’ve been doing some thinking” Alexis said to the room.  “I think that I’ve been very mean to Sissy John.”  John was shocked at her words.  Was she giving him a possible way out of this whole experience?  “I think I have really made a mistake with this whole chastity belt situation.”  John had only been in his belt for a few hours, but it was already driving him mad.  Thankfully Alexis was recognizing how cruel this whole thing had been to him.  “I’ve told you that this chastity belt you’re wearing was actually Sissy Paul’s chastity belt.  As he’s coming over tomorrow, that would mean it needs to be cleaned and removed in order for him to be introduced to his new little friend.”  Yes, John thought, thankfully no matter what else happened she had bought this thing for her own sissy boyfriend, not him.  Though he was wearing it now, it didn’t belong to him.

“Welllll” Alexis continued, “I’ve decided that isn’t fair to you.”  She looked at John; an innocent look of remorse was in her eyes.  Hopeful expectation was on John’s face for the first time since he had taken his trip over Erin’s knee.  She looked back down at his fingers and continued applying a coat on his little pinky.  John looked over at Erin who looked slightly confused.  She looked at John and made a little pout.  Now John was very excited.  What could this mean?

“I don’t think any of us can disagree that that belt is simply a perfectly snug fit for John’s little pee pee.”  Erin and Alexis gave a slight giggle while John once again turned a shade of red.  “Plus, he’s gotten along so well with it all day…I really would feel heartless if I was the one who had to separate him from what’s clearly a made-for-John device.”  John’s blood ran cold.  “The only thing is, what would my poor Sissy Paul do about getting his chastity device?”  John’s fingers and hands weren’t moving at millimeter.  At each side a mistress was calmly making little brush strokes of feminized pink while he sat frozen. 

That’s right!  John thought.  Think of Sissy Paul.  Think of why you bought the belt in the first place.  He couldn’t imagine having to wear this device much longer, he certainly couldn’t imagine being locked up for an extended period of time.  The prospect of Alexis and Erin having complete control of his orgasms, of any form of sexual relief…it was all too much to think about.

“You know” Erin said, talking right through John to Alexis.  “If you’re willing to have Sissy Paul wait a little while longer, I could buy him a chastity device to pay you for this one.  That way we’ll both have bought each other’s sissy a chastity belt and they each never have to stop being belted once we’ve started having them locked up.  I think that unnatural feeling of freedom would be too strange for a sissy to feel.  I mean think about it, sissies are not naturally in control anyway.  John here needs to have the proper amount of time inside his chastity for him to get acquainted and learn he’s no longer in control.  Ooh! You know what!?  We could even see if they could overnight one to us, maybe this won’t even be a problem after all!”

Alexis looked up and smiled, put down the nail polish, then clapped her hands.  “That’s a great idea Erin!  Why didn’t we think of this sooner!”  Then she put her hand on John’s bare knee, just above where his skirt reached.  “Isn’t this so exciting John?  Your very own chastity belt is on you right now!  No more worrying about whether you need to obey a command or what possible reward awaits you from being submissive.  It’s already been decided for you by your mistresses.  If you don’t obey not only will you be punished, but you risk your very own sexual release!  Now you can focus exclusively on doing what your mistresses decide is best for you, not worrying about the possible consequences!  Oh John, this is going to be so helpful to you as you learn how to be a good and submissive sissy.”

Erin too hand put down her bottle of nail polish and was looking at John.  With a loving look of care in her eye she asked, “Now I know it’s not important, and of course the final decision has already been made, but what do you think about this John?”

A single tear rolled down John’s cheek, not even enough to damage his makeup.  He was looking straight ahead and hadn’t even moved his fingers from their waiting position, the polish still slowly drying into permanence.  He thought of earlier, when he was having his fantasy.  Of how his cock had struggled to fight the impossible to break plastic before it had accepted that he simply wasn’t going to be able to get hard.  He thought of the keys around his mistresses’ necks and the power that gave them, of the power that he no longer had…

He was close to screaming.  He wanted to burst into tears and have a fit of rage.  He wanted to rip off his dress, to flex and burst out of his corset, to wash off all his makeup and throw his wig into a fire, and then he wanted to rip off Erin’s necklace grab that key, unlock his stupid chastity belt, then fuck her until exhaustion just because he could.  All the emotions of the day, all the humiliations would be reversed in an instant.  Instead a weak and distant voice came from somewhere inside him to creep out of his lips.

“I…I think that’s a grea…great idea m-mistress.”  “I’m sorry sissy your voice broke a little bit when you were trying to say something” Erin responded.  John took a deep breath the shifted in his seat to look at her in the eye.  “Don’t forget sissy, keep those legs crossed, you don’t want another spanking do you?”  John recrossed his legs before finally saying in a small voice, “I think that’s a great idea mistress Erin.  Taking control of my release will make me the best sissy I can be.”  Another tear rolled down his cheek.  Erin was positively beaming.  She didn’t have to worry about it anymore; there was undeniably a wet spot on her shorts now.  “And what do you say to Alexis for giving you such a nice gift?”

John shifted in his seat to look into Alexis’ eyes.  She was glowing with excitement.  The feeling of power running through her veins now was incredible.  “Thank you for my chastity belt Mistress Alexis” John said.  Alexis smiled and said “You’re so very welcome Sissy John.  I promise that I’ll work as hard as I can to make sure you’re the best Sissy you can be.”  Then she reached in and gave him a hug, careful not to disturb his drying fingers.  Erin joined in from the other side.  John stared straight ahead, realizing he would never be able to stand up against these two women now.

Ch 9

As they were waiting on his toes to dry, Erin got up to go to the bathroom.  She entered and took a look in the mirror.  She couldn’t believe how far they had pushed her boyfriend, how great and according to plan everything was going.  She looked at the little silver key dangling over her perky and wonderful breasts.  She quickly recalled all the events of the day.  John being put in chastity, the makeup, the corset, the dress, how his erection had caused his cage to twitch as he was being fitted by Alexis…

The memories were overwhelming.  She unbuttoned her shorts as fast as she could and pulled back her panties.  Closing her eyes she plunged in a finger…then two, rubbing her clit furiously, then pinching it into one small group then feeling the pleasure surge.  Today was the most sexual day of her life, and it was only the beginning.  She felt insider her slit, working to get her fingers toward her g-spot but the angle and her clothes were causing a delay and she got the tiniest frustration.  She opened her eyes to see herself biting her lip involuntarily.  She hastily re-buttoned her jeans then took a second to compose herself.  She walked back into the den.

Alexis looked up to see Erin and noticed her flushed face and expression.  She knew what was about to happen next.  Erin nodded at her then she smiled and nodded back.  “I think your toes are dry sissy” she said to John, who hadn’t moved much since she had shared with him the wonderful news about his chastity belt.

“Sissy John” she started.  “You’ve been a very good boy today, a very good first-day sissy.  Erin and I want to make sure you understand that when you’re a good sissy who does what he’s told then you get rewarded.”  He was looking at her with more interest now, sitting up slightly yet still keeping his legs crossed.  He was being a good sissy today.  “I want you to stand up now and come with us into my bedroom.”

The force with which Erin was pulling John was almost too eager.  She led him down the hall and practically threw the bedroom door off its hinges.  Alexis was excited too, but now she was worried Erin would rip John’s first sissy dress!  Erin shoved him onto her bed and for a split second, the way he was positioned was the cutest thing Alexis had ever seen.  His lip was slightly pouted and his eyes were filled with excitement mixed with the fear of the unknown.  His wig thrown just slightly off, making for a cute amount of hair hanging in his face.  His dress had come up just enough to reveal his throbbing cage.  Alexis felt herself instantly wet.

It was Erin who jumped on him first.  She was wet enough for both her and Alexis, and as her boyfriend, John would be servicing her first.  He barely had a chance to get a breath in before she plunged his face into her vagina.  “LICK ME NOW SISSY BOY!”  She yelled with the passion of a day’s worth of sexual tension built up, exploding out of her in a single command.  He attacked her furiously.  His tongue went deep inside her, reaching as far as it could go before backing out and making its way upward to vigorously assault her clit.  Circular motions over and over again drove her wild.

Alexis was of course letting her have her fun with her boyfriend, but she wasn’t about to sit around waiting.  Her bottoms were off in a second, the leather corset top stayed on however, giving her a feeling of power and command.  She began rubbing herself, working waves of pleasure closer and closer.  She had her own sexual show on display, her best friend and her boyfriend going at it in a crazed fit of kink she had orchestrated completely.  The feeling of control was overwhelming.  She moved next to Erin’s body and grabbed one of John’s free arms from under Erin’s leg.  She forced his fingers to feel her vagina then began rubbing them against her clit.  She let go and he kept going as he was supposed to, rubbing her for all he was worth.

Erin was rapidly approaching an orgasm that had been building all afternoon.  She moaned in ecstasy at the pleasure running throughout her body.  This was too much, she reached out to stabilize herself and found Alexis being fingered hard by John.  She grabbed her shoulder for support as Alexis did the same.  The two were so turned on it hardly mattered who was receiving stimulation by lips or by hand.  Soon they erupted in their first orgasm.

John meanwhile was working on overdrive.  He was buried under Erin, his arms pinned by her legs and his tongue furiously licking as much of her vagina as it could find.  His right hand was likewise buried inside Alexis, his middle finger finding her g-spot in time to be confirmed by a loud moan from her voice.  He was concentrating all his might on the two women above him, desperately seeking to give them the pleasure they desired.  If he could impress them now, they would reward him later.  His cock was straining with all its might against his cage, crying out for release. 

After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, Erin collapsed off John’s face into the pillows at the top of the bed.  She had received multiple orgasms and was exhausted.  She barely could open her eyes to see Alexis using all her strength to sit on John’s face as she grabbed his hands to pin against her thighs.  She looked to be a goddess over men, the very symbol of the strength of women.  It didn’t take long at all for her to become satisfied yet again, falling next to Erin in a heap of bodies.

All of them laid there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and feeling the sweat pour from their bodies onto the comforter below.  They just needed to rest.  After the day each one of them had had, the emotional exhaustion was infinitely greater than the physical toll their spirits had exerted on them.  The cool darkness of the room was the perfect place to vent their frustrations.  It was John who showed signs of life first, letting his toes hang over the edge of the bed, flashing a beautiful hot pink.

John felt great for pleasuring his mistresses; sure he had given them the many orgasms they had wanted.  Still, his cock ached for relief.  Trapped in his chastity belt, he had no hope of being able to cum in his current state.  He sent his hands down to feel a way, any way, he might be able to find some pleasure.  Yet despite a minute of searching, nothing was to be found.  He kicked his feet in frustration and tears formed in his eyes.

It was Erin who crawled over the bed to him first.  He fixed his wig back to its secure location and looked at him with a mixture of desire and pity in her eyes.  He was completely dependent on them for relief from his misery, and she was going to give him what he needed.  She got between his legs and grabbed him at the hips and while pushed him towards the top of the bed, her vagina rubbing against his locked package.  As he slid on the bed, Alexis moved into position and grabbed his arms to hold above him.  He offered no resistance to their actions; he was still their good sissy boy.

Reaching to grab her key from around her neck, Erin swung it over her head and finally held it in her hands, free to move towards the waiting lock at her pleasure.  John’s eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of him, Erin between his legs holding the key to his release, inching it towards his chastity belt.  He watched it go inside the lock and turn, the small padlock springing open.  He moaned in anticipation as Alexis smiled and shushed him, still holding his arms firmly secure above him.

In a teasing agony, Erin slowly slipped off the clear plastic tube, his cock springing free.  “Not just yet” she cooed, moving to release his balls from the ring as well.  Now he was completely free, the air feeling wonderful on his freshly exposed skin.  Erin lowered her head down to his penis, giving it a little tug and a kiss before taking him inside her mouth.  Alexis moved her vagina so it was behind his head, forcing him to use it like a pillow.  He pushed back against it and she rocked her body back and forth, grinding her clit against his hair.  It took less than a minute of quickly moving up and down and lashing her tongue in order for his orgasm to build.  When it came he exploded in her mouth with all the intensity of their first night together.  She made sure he was sucked dry before coming and joining them on the pillows.  The three of them collapsed back and held each other before drifting off to sleep.