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  Mistress rubbed her sex against his mouth to ensure that no pee would drop onto her carpet, and leaving him no time to recover from his climax, told him to get up and lick her clean immediately. It was a task he relished and his tongue lapped pleasurably over her hand and breasts, removing every last drop of his own sperm and swallowing it as if it were a fine wine.

  ‘I’m tired,’ she eventually said. ‘It’s time you were put away.’

  She led Audrey to his cell, and tethering him by ankle and wrist she left him to sleep before she showered and retired, exhausted, to her comfortable bed. She had made a great deal of progress with, Sophie, Chloe and Audrey, and made a nice amount of money too, so she felt entitled to snuggle down and relax.

  ‘No rest for the successful Dominatrix,’ she murmured contentedly, as she fell asleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  The following morning Chloe was woken by Audrey, and after a shower and being dressed in the sissy slave uniform of silk top, knickers, hold-up black stockings and high-heeled shoes, he was taken, chained by the ankles, to the kitchen/breakfast room. The two sissies sat down with their Mistress, and Sophie served scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. He could not remember being so happy. Suddenly he had a family that understood his sexual and psychological needs, fulfilled them and cared for him. In just three days his whole philosophy of life had changed and the deep yearnings he’d experienced throughout his adult life had been allowed to rise to the surface and been understood and appreciated.

  Mistress discussed the day. ‘Audrey, you need to return to the Abbey. You’ve done well here and we needed your help, but Lady Emily is due to visit in the next few days and she’s asked that you slave for her while she’s in residence.’

  Audrey was pleased. It was always an honour to be personally selected by a client, and Lady Emily was a generous if particularly demanding visitor to the Abbey.

  ‘She has especially asked for you. This will mean that you’ll be totally at her disposal while she’s there, and I don’t need to tell you that this is a very demanding assignment as much as it’s a huge honour. If you succeed in satisfying her then I think we can consider your training complete and you can join the House as a fully-fledged slave. Your breasts have developed sufficiently now, too. I know they’re not very big, but young women attract many of our clients so for some they’ll be a considerable attraction. And I don’t want to upset your hormonal balance excessively. We need that cock of yours to stay active and useful.’

  Audrey shivered in delight and reached out under the table for Chloe’s hand, and guided it between his legs. Chloe gripped the trembling erection and felt the shivering intensity of Audrey’s pleasure at the news. But he withdrew his hand, partly because he was afraid Mistress would disapprove, and partly because he sensed that Audrey was so excited he might be close to ejaculating.

  Mistress looked at Chloe. ‘Different metabolisms react in different ways to female hormones,’ she explained. ‘What we try to do is develop natural breasts and reduce the need for depilation.’ She turned to Sophie. ‘Chloe will need to be waxed this morning. See to it after breakfast.’

  Her attention returned to Chloe. ‘I do not approve of implants. They look good but do not feel natural. We may find that your breasts grow large quite naturally, but we’ll have to see. We try to use the minimum of drugs. We can increase your sexual potency using male hormones, but my sissies don’t usually need any help. Their psychology does the work and I prefer to keep it that way.

  ‘For the same reasons I don’t find that we need to go through complicated regendering exercises. I know some of my colleagues use all sorts of techniques to ensure that their slaves are totally dominated, but it’s much, much better if they serve because they genuinely want to and not because they’ve been brainwashed. You, Chloe, if you are suited to this life, will enjoy being restrained, humiliated, punished, and used by anyone I choose. Some of my clients will want to use you in ways that you still cannot even contemplate, and you’ll be pleased to service their needs; because you love me not because I have forced you. When you sign your contract it will be because you want to.’

  ‘May I ask a question, Mistress?’ From listening to the wonderful, dominant woman, Chloe realised that he desperately wanted his own breasts.

  ‘Of course, Chloe.’

  ‘When can I sign? I want to begin my training and my hormone treatment as soon as possible.’

  She laughed. ‘Your training has already begun and you are doing well, but,’ she became serious, ‘I need to feel that you are absolutely committed to me personally, and there is still a little way to go before I feel that.’

  She saw his disappointment. ‘It really may not be long. We have a rather unusual client later today who will really put you to the test. Like Audrey, if you succeed in this task then you may be given the choice to leave or sign sooner than you think.’

  ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ He almost wept in anticipation of dedicating himself entirely to her.

  ‘In the meantime, clearing up, cleaning, depilation, exercise and further sucking and anal opening practice. I will leave you in Sophie’s capable hands while I make some calls.

  ‘Audrey, Lady Emily arrives at the Abbey at three. Make sure you’re there in plenty of time. She wants to be used by you, and after she’ll need a way of regaining control so she can punish you before you pleasure her in any way she chooses. It is a complex and subtle game she needs; you have to be the Master within the slave, remembering all the time that she is the Mistress. I’m sure you remember the dominant slave routine I taught you.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress, I remember,’ Audrey confirmed.

  She turned to Chloe once again. ‘One of the important things you’ll need to understand is that the most complete domination actually allows the person dominated a considerable degree of power. It is not all one way. In fact, the most complete and satisfying relationship between a Mistress or Master and a slave is for the slave to enter into it freely. There are many dominants who have to force their slaves to their will, but it’s much more rewarding if my slave does my bidding because they want to rather than because they must. It is true that some can simply be frightened into slavery but, even if they enjoy their situation and status, there is always the fear for the Master or Mistress that they’ll rebel. I don’t have that fear,’ she finished confidently.

  ‘I’m sure you don’t, Mistress,’ Chloe acknowledged, thrilled at being taken into her Mistress’s confidence in this way, and made a sacred resolution to never let her down.

  ‘Now, there’s a lot to do. Let’s get on.’

  Sophie, Audrey and Chloe cleared away and Sophie divided the household jobs between the two sissies, before personally gathering together the equipment she’d need for Chloe’s further training. They were soon finished and Audrey got ready to leave. Wearing a white blouse, a short black satin skirt, black stockings and high-heeled black leather shoes, no one would guess there was a throbbing cock and full balls snugly encased within silk knickers. With a little subtle make-up he looked quite stunning, and Chloe could not believe how feminine and sexily attractive he looked. Audrey flung a short coat over his blouse and kissed Chloe and Sophie goodbye, before leaving for the Abbey.

  ‘You’re doing so well, darling,’ he whispered to Chloe just before he left. ‘You’ll be one of us very soon, I’m sure.’

  Sophie took Chloe to the training room and strapped him to the horse so that his cock was again crushed against the suede, and inserted the speculum and gave him a stick of fresh asparagus to suck on.

  The familiar discomfort of his opening anus suffused Chloe as Sophie turned the screw to open the metal leaves of the speculum. In some ways it was already easier. He was able to relax his muscles relatively easily so the pain came from the stretching of his opening rather than the forceful entry.

  Before Sophie left he ventured, ‘Sophie, please explain. I lo
ve Mistress and enjoy doing her bidding, but it’s not quite what I expected. She’s kind and generous and thoughtful, but I think I want and expected her to be cruel. Is she ever cruel?’

  ‘She enjoys her slaves, but she’s not overtly cruel,’ Sophie explained. ‘She wants your love and adoration and tests it through pain and humiliation. And you’re to be tested and humiliated this afternoon in a way you can’t begin to expect. It’s an important exercise and you may find you’re unable to accept it. But Mistress thinks you’ll succeed because you know it’s what she wants of you. And she needs you to, because if you’re to truly dedicate your life to her then you have to be able to cope with every form of physical and psychological hurt. Now be quiet and concentrate on opening yourself further and taking off the outer skin of the asparagus. In a short while I’ll want to be able to pull it from your mouth stripped to the core, when I’ll give you a fresh one to practise on. And remember, you can’t use your teeth.’

  With that last warning she turned and left him, and he settled to developing the muscular control of his mouth and anus, wondering what the afternoon would bring.

  Three hours later, after being exercised on the walking machine, showered and depilated, Sophie began to dress him in a full female outfit. He was naked and she was dressed in the usual black silk outfit and high-heeled shoes. She looked so sexy and desirable that his cock was solid and his balls were bulging. He was strung up to a hook in the ceiling, carrying his weight on tiptoe, and could not protect himself from whatever Sophie wanted to do to him.

  She began by producing a rubber sheath, a little like a condom but thicker, longer and with a sack at one end. She rolled it up and smoothed it over his cock. There was no teat for sperm so it fitted over his helmet and shaft like a second skin. Her dutiful ministrations further excited him, and his cock was so swollen he thought it would burst. The familiar and almost constant ache in his balls developed into a more serious throbbing that threatened to bring him to a climax at the slightest touch. But she slapped his shaft from side to side as a warning, then rolled the rubber sheath along his length and stretched the sac at the end over his testicles so that his genitals were totally encased. The rubber was tight and restrictive and too thick for him to feel very much through it.

  Sophie enjoyed trapping his balls in the rubber sac and squeezed them hard; appreciating the anguish she could see in his eyes. She then took several hinged stainless steel rings. She measured him up and snapped one around the ridge of his shaft, just below his helmet. It was slightly smaller in circumference than the flesh into which it bit, so the resultant discomfort was intense. But Sophie took no notice of his sob and clipped another one at the base of his cock, again slightly smaller than its circumference, where it rose from his hairless crotch.

  Finally she grasped his balls and pulled them down, still inside the rubber bag, and clipped another ring tightly around the stretched neck of the sac. His balls were already bloated and tender, and this new and painful restriction brought them to bursting point. She checked that the foundations of his torments were properly in place and then produced a neoprene body shaper, which she slid up his legs and over his buttocks and torso. It encased his body a little like an old-fashioned swimming costume, but left his chest naked. Its carefully designed stretch panels had the effect of flattening his stomach, pressing tightly against his restrained cock, nipping in his waist, lifting and rounding his bottom and holding his shoulders back while the tight legs extended down his thighs.

  Sophie moved behind him, and with a sharp modelling knife cut down the seam between his buttocks so that his anus was exposed. She gave him a stool, so he was properly supported, and made him bend over it and told him to flex his anus. Despite the discomfort, or perhaps because of it, he was able to do so quite easily and she lubricated his tunnel before sliding in a ridged, penis-shaped butt plug of generous proportions. He winced as it stretched him, but the feeling of his ‘cunt’ being filled with the shaped plug excited him still further and his cock strained against the restraint of the rubber sheath and the shaping girdle. Sophie then squeezed the edges of the slit she’d cut back together and used heavy-duty black duct tape to seal it before removing the stool.

  As his feet took his weight again Chloe could feel the plug forcing itself deeper in his anal tract as the cheeks of his bottom closed. His legs were then encased in a pair of glitzy black shaper tights.

  ‘Can’t I have suspenders and stockings?’ he asked.

  ‘No, they don’t look good with the body shaper,’ Sophie told him. ‘When you’ve had a few weeks of hormone treatment your bottom will swell along with your breasts and you’ll look and feel much more rounded. In the meantime you’ll only be allowed to wear stockings when Mistress or one of her clients requires access to you.’

  Unexpectedly then, she leaned close and affectionately sucked each of his nipples for a few moments.

  ‘It’s a shame your breasts haven’t begun to develop yet,’ she said, as she used her fingertips to tease his nipples to solid nubs. ‘But in the meantime Mistress has told me you’re to be pierced. It won’t take a moment.’

  He started in horror. This was not something he had ever considered in his wildest fantasies. Torturing his own nipples by pinching, twisting and using clamps on them had been part of his progress towards his present position, but he had never contemplated using needles on them.

  Sophie immediately saw his fear. ‘Don’t be a baby,’ she mocked. ‘Just think how much pain and pleasure your nipple rings will give you when they’re used by Mistress and her clients... and by me. And we can put pretty studs and little bars in them that’ll show sexily through your clothing.’

  She fetched a piercing kit and some ice from the freezer in the kitchen, which she used to numb his nipples, then inserted a pin into the pliers-like contraption. ‘Shoulder back,’ she instructed, ‘and chest out.’

  He did as he was told and watched as the pin was placed in position against the base of his right nipple. He felt the prick of the sharp point, and closed his eyes as the stainless steel slid through his flesh to the tiny anvil on the other side. He writhed, but was suddenly sorry that his nipples had had to be frozen. He watched as the operation was repeated on his left nipple, and Sophie followed the tiny holes through with a pair of heavy rings, the circumference of which were larger than the holes she’d made and forcing them to widen. His nipples were still cold so there was little pain immediately, but that didn’t last, and as his flesh warmed again he almost fainted with the pain. But then, with intense anticipation, he realised that they’d become even more painful later and provide a curiously aesthetic balance between them, his arse and his cock.

  Sophie tested the rings by pulling them, first down, then up, and then twisting the from side to side, and he quickly realised that her predictions about the discomfort he’d suffer were correct.

  ‘That’s good,’ she decided, and then helped him into French knickers, a silk slip, white blouse, a short satin skirt and finally, four-inch high-heeled shoes. Sophie finished the outfit by buckling a wide, shiny black leather belt around his waist, to which was attached two wrist restraints, one above each hip, then fastened his wrists to his waist so that his arms were pinned to his sides.

  ‘Now,’ she said, ‘because you can’t move your arms freely you might find it difficult to walk naturally, so you’d better practice a little.’

  Chloe took a tentative step forward. It was not just that it was difficult to keep balance, but as he moved the rings around his tightly restrained and restricted cock and balls moved too, shooting shafts of pain through his body while the butt plug shifted position, stretching the sensitive tissues deep inside him.

  ‘Sit on the stool,’ Sophie ordered.

  He took two more uncertain steps, turning as he did so to get into a position to park his bottom on the seat. Every movement, however careful, was almost unbearable, and as she released the
tether and he sat down, his weight forcing the butt plug even further into his rectum, the changes of position brought new agonising pressures to bear.

  ‘Sophie, I’m not sure I can take this,’ he whispered. ‘A cut with a cane is over in a moment, painful but merging into pleasure, but this is constant and I can see no reprieve.’

  ‘It’s something you’ll get used to,’ Sophie assured him. ‘This is different to a whipping, but you’re doing it for your Mistress’s pleasure and she’ll be so pleased if you can manage to accommodate and appreciate it. And there is pleasure for you too, I assure you, and if you’re determined enough it will come. Pain, humiliation and submission are what we both want and need to feel complete and happy in ourselves. Domination by Mistress will, I really can promise you, enable you to achieve incredible contentment and satisfaction through the development of the demands your own sexuality is making on you; to be totally humbled before her and in thrall to her. That’s why she insists that you undergo so many difficult tests before she’ll allow you to dedicate yourself to her completely.’

  So saying she wheeled a trolley over to him, tucked a towel around his shoulders, and picked up a pair of scissors and a comb.

  ‘You hair is still quite short,’ she said, ‘but there’s enough to turn it into an attractive “urchin” look. Mistress doesn’t like wigs.’

  Sophie clipped at his hair for a few minutes and then, using a light gel, she teased and shaped until, although quite short, the style was cute and feminine. After further shaping his eyebrows by plucking with a small pair of tweezers, a process that took his mind off his other discomforts for a little while, and trimming them neatly, she then began selecting items of make-up she felt would suit him. She smoothed on a light base, over which she used a blusher to heighten his cheekbones and deepen the shadow of his cheeks. A soft, pink lipstick and gloss that complemented his skin tones provided the final feminine touch.