Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 16:53:43 +0000 From: nickola silk Subject: Jamie's Descent Part 1 This is a grown up story for grown up people. If you're under 18 please don't read this. If you don't like to read stories about transsexual people, please don't read on. I have spent some time writing this story so please do not reproduce this in part or whole without my permission. I am happy to give permission if asked nicely. Please let me know what you think of it, as all comments are welcome. nikkie_silk@hotmail.com Jamie's Descent Part 1 By Nikkie What did we do before e-mail? How did we manage to get through the day without that endless stream of dirty jokes, funny photographs, gossip and links to dodgy websites that now fill our in boxes? Yea, yea, I can hear you grumble. Get on with it; I can hear you say. Well, dear reader, it was one of those e-mails that started me down the road to....oh, you'll find out soon enough. I was 18 and had just come down to London from my home in Norfolk after leaving school. A friend of my father's had offered me a job in an office of a finance company for which he was the Finance Director. Wall Street it wasn't; like millions of other office rabbits around the world, I shuffled papers, produced figures for reports that never seemed to get sent anywhere, made endless cups of coffee and kept the global economy humming along nicely. Charles Dickens would have recognised the office, no problem. Also like millions of other office rabbits around the globe, I discovered there is one thing that can keep us from going insane- e-mail. It was a life saver. Relief from all the hours of tedium came in the shape of the messages that poured into my in-box. We had the usual warnings from the company about not using e-mail and the internet for your own use, but whoever paid any attention to that? One day I opened an e-mail to find this message. Are you ready for this? Be careful, this could really change the way you look at life. Take the Lady Boy Quiz! Bah, humbug, I thought. So I clicked on the link and up popped a series of pictures of girls naked from the waist up. Yes, of course, at that moment I closed it down and deleted it right away - not! I scrolled down and there must have been 20 photographs, all of outstandingly beautiful girls. Blondes, redheads, Asians, black girls - all absolutely gorgeous. I knew what Lady Boys were. My elder brother had gone on a rugby tour a couple of years before to Australia with a stopover in Bangkok. He had come back with stories that made my hair stand on end. One story in particular had stuck in my imagination. One of the team had got very drunk in a bar and the other lads had paid for a bargirl for him. Except this was a very special bar girl. After many pints and much prompting my brother revealed that he had been the guy they set up. He claimed he vaguely remembered this gorgeous girl taking him into one of the back rooms. He remembered her stripping down to her knickers before she stripped him and pushed him onto the bed. He claims she gave him the best blow job he had ever had (I don't actually think he had that many before). My brother then maintained he had passed out. Fair enough, except that at some point one of the guys had crept in and taken a photograph. A couple more pints and he pulled out a photograph from his wallet. It was a very poor quality shot, but it clearly showed my brother, stark naked on the bed, eyes closed and with a look of ecstasy on his face. Also on the bed was a gorgeous Asian girl who was energetically giving him a blow job. What was also obvious from the photograph was the fully erect cock sticking out from the girl's knickers which she was stroking in one hand whilst clearly holding my brothers cock with the other. I clearly remember the feeling I had looking at that picture. I felt myself getting dizzy and my mouth was dry as I looked at the picture. I felt myself blush and my cock twitched as I held the picture in my hand. My brother then snatched it back and threatened to beat the living shit out of me if I ever told a soul about it. As he was 6 feet 4 tall and built like a gorilla whilst I was only 5 ft 7 and a fraction of his size, I took him seriously. We were called Little and Large by almost everyone and I got stuck with it as a nickname. Six months later I headed to London, but I guess I forgot about the photograph until I saw the girls in this quiz. All you had to do was tick a box by each picture if you thought the girl was a ladyboy. Easy peasy, thought I. Not so, as it was really difficult to tell. They were all stunning and in the end I pretty much ticked the boxes at random. At the end of the quiz it calculated your score and I managed to score only 3 out of 20 right. I couldn't believe it. I went back through the pictures and that's when I think I began to remember my brother's picture. To be honest I remembered the feeling more than the picture. I began to feel dizzy and my mouth felt dry. I actually think I was rubbing the growing bulge in my trousers when my supervisor's voice made me jump out of my skin. "James! What are you looking at?" Vanessa, my supervisor had appeared round the corner of my cubicle. "Nothing, uh, just some figures," I managed to blurt out. I closed the quiz down instantly, but I couldn't tell if she had seen anything on the screen. "Anything interesting?" Was she being sarcastic? "No, no, well, yes, it's the month end sales stats for your report," I mumbled. "Good, make sure I have those by this evening." She turned on her heels and stalked down the corridor. Now Vanessa was the office Goddess. She was tall, may be 5ft 10 or so in her stiletto heels, which she wore everyday. Somewhere in her background there must have been some Viking genes; long blonde hair, clear blue eyes and legs so long they went straight to heaven. I had been put into her team from the start and for some reason she seemed to take against me. She would get on my case every time she could. Any small mistake would be blown up out of all proportion. Worst of all she somehow knew that I had got the job through the old boys network and that seemed to wind her up even more. Frankly, I was a nervous wreck when she was around and I was planning to get a new job as soon as I could. Over the following days I would go back to the quiz and look at the girls whenever I got the chance. One evening I was working late and was looking yet again at the girls when I spotted a link at the bottom of the quiz. Click here to change your life. I looked around but the rest of the cubicles were empty and I hesitated a moment but then clicked on the link. Surprise, surprise, it took me to a porn website. "Lady Boy Heaven. Everything you wanted in a girl and that bit more", the banner screamed out. I looked around quickly but there was still no-one there. It was a pay site but there was a button to click for visitors. I clicked and the screen filled with an image of a beautiful Eurasian girl on her knees sucking the cock of what appeared to be another ravishingly pretty Asian girl. I began to feel light headed and I felt a flush creeping across my face. I could now see the first girl also had a tiny little cock which the second girl was stroking. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. I clicked again and again. Scene after scene of ladyboys sucking, fucking, and wanking flashed across my monitor. My hand strayed naturally to my groin and I felt my cock harden as I hungrily took in every new picture. I lost track of time completely. My phone buzzed and I jumped clean out of my chair. I looked at the number and panicked. It was Vanessa's extension. I picked up the phone and tried to say hello, but my tongue felt like it was three times too big for my mouth. "James, you're working late. Are my figures ready yet?" Vanessa's voice was calm and assured. "Well, yes, I've just finished them," I managed to say. "OK, well I'm still here too, so e-mail them to me and come to my office so I can see if they are alright." I wanted to protest but the phone had already gone dead. I quickly e-mailed the figures and walked around the building to Vanessa's office. It was in the executive part of the building and I had always wondered how Vanessa had managed to wangle an office here. It was pretty late now and the only office that was lit was Vanessa's. I stopped at the door and knocked. "Come in James." Vanessa was sitting behind her looking at her computer monitor as I walked in. She waved a hand to the chair in front of her desk and I sat down. "James, the figures are fine." She still wasn't looking at me. "Thanks," I mumbled. "They're fine but its not that I want to talk to you about." She turned to look at me for the first time, and her eyes seemed to glitter as she spoke. "Yes, it's about something completely different. James, you are aware of the company policy on the misuse of corporate assets aren't you? Especially the unauthorised use of office technology?" She smiled as she spoke, "Well even if you're not it doesn't really matter." It was about now that I began to realise what this about and my heart started to pound. "You see, James, we take the abuse of corporate IT here very seriously and we have installed some very clever technology that allows us to monitor what our employees are doing on the Internet. I noticed that you were working late this evening and as a part of my responsibility I decided to check what you were doing." She was smiling sweetly as she spoke in an almost apologetic tone. I couldn't take my eyes from hers. I was as transfixed as a mouse in front of a cobra. I'm not sure I was even breathing by this time. "James, can you explain to me what part of your role involves visiting an internet site called," she paused and looked at the screen probably to drag out her enjoyment of the moment. "Lady Boy Heaven?" I swear I died at that moment. My mind blanked. All I could do was look straight into those eyes. "James, I'm waiting" "I, I, I it was a mistake" I blurted. "Yes, James, I think I agree it was a mistake for you to do this," she said. "No, No, I mean I just clicked on a link in an e-mail from a friend and soon as I saw what it was I came back out," I managed to squeak. "James," she sounded now like a teacher talking to a stupid pupil. "We both know that's not true, it's all here on the report." As she spoke she swung the monitor round, "You spent 30 minutes on that site. Are you telling me it took 30 minutes for you to work out what Lady Boy Heaven was? I took a look too and it took me, oh, all of 30 seconds to work out that it's a website for people interested in having sex with shemales. James, are you interested in that? Is that why you visited this site?" My eyes dropped to the floor, and I felt my face redden. "James, do you want to have sex with shemales? Is that it?" She was relentless. "Or is it that you relate to those shemales? Do you really want to be a shemale, James? Or should I call you Jamie, perhaps?" I blushed even more deeply and I stared at the floor. Her voice took on a different tone. "Jamie! Look at me now!" She almost barked this out and my eyes flew to hers. "Answer my question." "No, I mean, yes, I mean, I don't know." I felt my blood draining away from my face and I shivered but I couldn't take my eyes away from hers. She held my gaze and I felt whatever self control I had left drain away. Her eyes seemed on fire and I felt a strange sense of power passing from me to her. "Jamie, well we are confused then aren't we? Well, Jamie, let me tell you what I think you are. I think you're really a sissy boy. I think you're a cocksucker. I think you want to be a subservient little sissy. I think you want to be a pretty little ladyboy who only wants to stroke and suck cock. I believe you want to be one of those girls on the website." Her words were roaring around in my head. I felt sick but I couldn't break eye contact. "I've thought so since the day you started here. I have had my eye on you ever since then. Oh, you might not have realised yourself. I knew it when you opened that quiz. Oh, yes, I sent you that. It had a piece of code in it that tracked when you opened it; so I knew just how often you went back to look at it. I just added the website link to it and waited. I knew you would come to me eventually. I just waited and you rushed willingly straight into my little trap." While she was speaking she stood up and moved slowly round the front of the desk until she stood over me. She slowly drew her index finger along my lips as she spoke. "Yes, I know what you want Jamie. You want to serve me don't you? Remember, I have all the evidence I need to get you dismissed instantly from this firm and I would make damn sure any new employer would get to hear about your surfing habits." I couldn't believe it as my head nodded slowly in agreement. She pushed her finger past my lips and into my mouth. My lips seemed to naturally form around her finger and as she moved her finger slightly in and out I began to suck gently. "That's so good Jamie. You know that feels do good don't you, Jamie," she began to coo. I felt so powerless, but so excited at the same time. I closed my eyes and continued to suck her finger. "Keep your eyes closed Jamie." Her voice changed again. This time it was a voice of power. A power that should not be contradicted. I felt a touch on my trouser zip and I couldn't stop my eyes opening. "I told you to keep them closed didn't I?" she barked. Her hand caught me across the face and I recoiled from the sting of the blow. "Do as I tell you," she almost snarled. I snapped my eyes closed again. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into the darkness. Her finger returned to my mouth and I started to suck again. I felt her other hand again touch my zip. "My, we are excited by all this aren't we Jamie? I can feel you are really enjoying this." Her hand kneaded my cock and I couldn't help squirming in the chair as I sucked her finger and she stroked my now painfully constrained cock. Whatever was left of my self control had now vanished. Instead, I felt strangely at ease, now that I had totally surrendered to the power of this woman. "Jamie, look at me now!" As I opened my eyes she slipped her finger out of my mouth. Her eyes bore into mine and she brought her face right in front of mine. Her lips brushed mine and her tongue darted out and past my lips. She continued to rub my cock as her tongue probed the inside of my mouth. Her eyes remained locked on mine all the time. She suddenly drew back and once more slapped my face. It stung so hard I began to whimper. All this time she had continued the pressure on my cock, rubbing and caressing it and I ached for release. She stretched out her hand again and I tensed for another blow. Instead, she caressed the cheek gently with her finger tips and spoke softly again. "Jamie, if you displease me I will punish you again, but if you serve me well I will allow you to live out your wildest dreams. You will learn the pleasures of serving me and you will understand the ecstasy of fulfilling your true destiny. From now on when we are alone you will address me as Miss Vanessa, is that clear, Jamie?" I nodded. Another sharp pain jolted me as she again slapped my face. "You will also feel the pain of serving me if you don't do as you're told." "Yes, Miss Vanessa," I whispered. "Better, Jamie, but remember in future, I don't want to hurt you too much." She moved back from me and for the first time I paid attention to what she was wearing. Normally she wore skirts and blouses together with her signature stilettos. Tonight she was wearing a trouser suit, and as the jacket was double breasted, it gave her a slightly masculine look, yet she still wore stilettos beneath the trousers. "Kneel, Jamie." she ordered and I slipped from the chair to my knees. "Now close your eyes again." I did so and felt her tie something over my eyes. I instinctively brought my head back and received a slap for my effort. "Jamie, you must learn to trust me. Part of serving your mistress well is to trust that she knows what is best for you." How quickly had I slipped to this point? It seemed only minutes ago I had been happily staring at that damned website and now I was on my knees in front of a woman who wanted me to be her...what? Servant? slave? I shivered with fear and anticipation. "Yes, Miss Vanessa." "Jamie, I want you to remember what you felt when you looked at the pictures on the web site. What you felt when you saw those ladyboys take a cock past their lips and lick and caress it until it becomes as hard as granite. Try to imagine what it is like to kiss the tip of a prick and to wrap your lips around it and to feel that hard shaft begin to slide its way into your throat. To feel the warmth of the cock as you worship it so that it fills your mouth. You want that feeling, you need that feeling, you want to serve that cock, to savour its taste and feel it move and live between your lips. You want to feel the power of a cock as it takes possession of you and you want to feel it twitch as you make love to it. You want to feel the veins as the blood surges into the cock; you want to feel it slide in and out of your mouth slippery with your saliva." I was so caught up in the imagery she was describing that I moaned. At that moment she slipped her finger back into my mouth and I began to lick and suck it hungrily. She slipped the finger deeper and deeper into my mouth until my mouth was being finger fucked. She added a second and third finger until I felt my mouth stretch. I couldn't stop. I had to be possessed by her. She suddenly withdrew her fingers and I felt lost. I wanted that feeling back in my mouth. I suddenly felt something quite different against my lips. Not her fingers. Something bigger, something far more solid than Vanessa's fingers. I reared back but Vanessa's hands clamped around my head and forced me back. "Do not be afraid, Jamie. This is the start of your training." At that moment Vanessa took off the blindfold and light flooded back into my eyes. As my eyes came back into focus I saw Vanessa standing there before me like a Nordic angel; long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders but with what looked like a large penis standing proudly from her now unzipped trousers. My eyes bulged as I took in the unbelievable sight. She towered over me, holding the back of my head with both hands. "Jamie, Jamie, don't worry my little girl. This won't hurt at all. Relax my angel. Let your feelings show you the way." Her voice was so soothing and she ran her hands gently through my hair. She gradually drew my head towards her groin and I could see that it was some kind of strap on dildo she must have had concealed in her trousers. My lips brushed against the tip of the dildo and somewhere deep in my sub conscious a small voice whispered no. My senses were reeling yet somewhere in the midst of my confusion I knew what I had to do, even wanted to do. The pressure from Vanessa's hands increased and the dildo began to slide between my lips. All resistance vanished and I began to lick and suck my way along the length of the shaft. "Oh Jamie, that's so good baby, suck me, Jamie. You know you want to do this so much." Vanessa's voice seemed to come from so far away as I took more and more of the dildo into my mouth. She began to move her hips gently and the shaft began to move in and out of my mouth. I had surrendered myself completely by this point. All my being was centred on what I was doing with my lips and mouth. "Baby, that's so wonderful. Suck my monster, wrap those lips around that cock." Vanessa softly encouraged me and her hips began to move quicker and the dildo moved faster in and out of my mouth. "Look at me Jamie baby," she said and as I looked up there was the blinding flash of a camera. "Just a little insurance baby. Not that I think I'll need any now, do you baby?" I was too far gone with lust and desire to even register the question let alone give her any answer. "That's it, baby," Vanessa purred as she snaked her hips forwards and back, gently sliding the strap on in and out of my mouth. I could no longer think rationally as any self control I still had slipped away and I fell into a trance and with my eyes closed, I sucked the rubber phallus in and out of my lips. "Baby, you love this don't you?" Vanessa's voice took on a hypnotic tone, gently encouraging me to take more and more into my mouth. "This is what you want, isn't it? You want to be a cocksucker don't you? This is what you've dreamed about, baby. This is what you were born to do." She placed her hands around the back of my head pushing me deeper and deeper onto the strap on. I gagged as I took nearly the whole length into my throat and she relaxed a little to let me recover and then continued her penetration of my mouth. I couldn't describe what I felt as I knelt in front of my office supervisor, my nose buried in her crotch sucking on the large black strap on she was wearing. I felt shame, certainly, and fear mixed with a sexual arousal so strong it was scrambling my senses. From somewhere deep in my brain came faint messages of alarm and warning. The rush that flooded through me as I gave myself to the woman I knelt before instantly swamped these feelings and I felt my self-control sliding away. Incredibly, I felt my cock rise and harden and I knew I had lost the battle with my last remaining inhibitions. How had this happened to me? At this moment I neither knew nor cared as I greedily licked and sucked the rubber tool in my mouth. I had never done this before but it seemed so right, so natural. How could something that felt so good be wrong? Vanessa was right; I was born to do this. How had she known? How had she seen right down to the depths of my soul? Vanessa took her hands from the back of my head and slipped the strap on out of my mouth. I swear she could see the disappointed flash in my eyes as the object of my worship was removed. I felt lost without it's presence in my mouth. "Don't worry, baby. If you liked that, it won't be long before you feel the real thing." Vanessa replaced her finger in my mouth and I heard myself sigh as I sucked it gently and gratefully between my lips. "Jamie, things will begin to change for you now. If you don't want your colleagues to see the pictures I took posted on the company intranet, then you will do as I say without question from now on. Do you understand me, Jamie?" Her tone became sharp and she lifted my chin with a finger and locked her eyes back onto mine. I could not resist this woman who seemed to see right through to my darkest desires. "Do you understand me, Jamie?" she repeated as she lowered her face to mine and I could not tear my eyes from hers. I vaguely knew that this was my last chance to regain control. But her eyes burned into mine and I felt any remaining resistance dissolve away and I nodded my head. "Ye.. yes," I managed to croak. "Yes madam!" she barked straight into my face. "From now on when others are not around, you will call me madam. Is that clear?" I swallowed and nodded again. "Say it," she snapped. "Yes, madam," I replied, realising just how much my jaw ached from the sucking I had given the strap on. "Good, very good, Jamie. Now I want to repay you for what you did earlier. Stand up." I climbed gingerly to my feet, my legs trembling from what had happened. Vanessa took my arm and led me to the armchair that sat in the corner of her room. "Sit, Jamie" Her tone of voice was all I needed to make me sit down sharply in the chair. Vanessa quickly knelt in front of me and she undid my zip and belt with practised hands. She reached inside my trousers and she felt me harden straight away. "My, my, you did enjoy that didn't you, you little sissy." Vanessa smiled as she spoke and her tongue slid across her lips. The way she said sissy made me shiver with fear and anticipation. "Watch, feel and learn, Jamie. I promise you will enjoy this." Her head dropped into my lap and she took me into her mouth so quickly and so deeply I thought I would faint. I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down on my engorged cock and I could feel her tongue swirling across my cockhead. I moaned with pleasure as she reached up with one hand and stroked the base of my cock as she licked and sucked the head. I had become so aroused I knew it would only be seconds before I came. My body tensed as I felt the pressure build deep inside me and my cock grew even harder. Vanessa sensed the climax and closed her mouth around my shaft. I jerked clear off the chair and came as I had never come before and I moaned as the cum flowed from my cock into Vanessa's mouth. She took the load into her mouth and with lightening speed rose and kissed me on the lips, forcing her tongue between my teeth and transferred the cum into my mouth. Before I could react, Vanessa had clamped my mouth shut and I swallowed automatically. I opened my eyes wide as I realised what she had done and I began to struggle. She slapped my face hard and I stopped moving, shocked into immobility. "Jamie, that's only the first of many you will swallow, so get used to it." She rose and picked up the camera, snapping more pictures of me as he sat, now mentally and physically exhausted on the chair. "That's enough for today my little sissy," Vanessa almost whispered almost tenderly. "From tomorrow, you will be promoted to the role of my personal assistant and you'll sit outside my office. I would advise you to accept this new role...unless, that is, you want pictures I took of you tonight to end up in everyone's e-mail." >From somewhere I summoned the wits to nod. That wasn't enough for Vanessa, who said, "Say thank you properly, Jamie." "Thank you madam," I responded, my eyes downcast in abject humiliation. Vanessa turned to her desk and took from something from a drawer. "Jamie, my little sissy, I want you to start wearing something suitable for your new status. These will do wonderfully, I think." Vanessa handed me a pair of lace panties. I felt my face burn as I realised what they were. "Oh, so sweet.. I love it when you blush, Jamie it makes you look so shy and innocent. Yes, that's the look we will go for sweet and innocent by day and a cocksucking sissy slut by night." I blushed again as I realised how much I liked the sound of that. "I'll see you at 08.30 tomorrow morning and if you're not wearing those panties I will be very, very angry." Vanessa stood there with her hands on hips. "Now, shoo and go home you silly little girl. I need you fresh for tomorrow." Vanessa turned to the mirror on the wall and retouched her make up as I left her office, but I don't think she meant me to see her smile and wink at the mirror as I closed the door. I don't know how I managed to get home that night. My mind was reeling from the sensory overload I had gone through that evening. I stumbled back to my tiny flat and I collapsed on the bed. I felt tears of shame prick my eyes as I remembered how Vanessa had humiliated me. She had made me kneel in front of her and suck her rubber cock, and I had not put up much of a fight. I was a pathetic snivelling little excuse for a man. The bitch, the bitch, the bitch. I said it over and over. Well I would show her. If she thought she could do this to me she could think again. I just wouldn't put up with it. I would leave. I would resign and just leave the company. What could she do? I had made my mind up to just not turn up the next day when I put my hand in my pocket and found the satin panties that Vanessa had given me. It was true they were the loveliest shade of peach and the lace trim felt exciting as I ran them through my fingers. I turned them over in my hands and I looked at the label - La Senza. I had often stopped in front of the La Senza shop in the shopping centre and I remembered how turned on I had felt looking at the beautiful lingerie in the window. Without thinking I brought the panties up to my face and rubbed the satin over my skin. It immediately made me remember how I had felt on my knees sucking the strap on and I felt a frisson of excitement as my cock betrayed me as it twitched and hardened at the memory of what I had done. It wouldn't do any harm just to slip them on, I thought. I'm not going through with this so I'll just see what they feel like. I stripped quickly and stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I had never been exactly an athletic type of guy but I had pretty good muscle tone and had looked after myself pretty well. I ate the right things and hadn't gone to fat like my brother. I looked down at the scrap of material in my hand and I felt my cock twitch again. I looked in the mirror and watched as my cock began to grow before my eyes. I bent down quickly and put one foot and then the other into the panties. I pulled them up my legs and the satin and lace fluttered over my skin, sending shivers through me. He I gasped as I pulled the panties up to my waist and as the panties cupped my cock and balls I felt my knees turn to jelly. The satin and lace felt so light and cool yet it held me so delicately. I turned and looked in the mirror and fell in love with what I saw. My ever-stiffening rod tented the panties out, but I though they made me look so pretty. I did a little twirl and looked over my shoulder and my bum filled the panties just so. I had kept my hair long for as long as he could remember and wore it normally tied back in a ponytail. I now shook the hair free and it tumbled down over my shoulders. I shook my head and the hair moved free, my whole body seemed to soften before my eyes. The angular lines of my masculine body blurred before my eyes into soft and gentle curves. I was now fully erect and as I ran my hands over the satin covering my bum I shivered and moaned aloud as I felt the material slide beneath my fingers. I closed my eyes as my hand moved to my cock and I began to stroke. I felt harder than I had ever been before. My cock felt like a rod of steel. My breathing shortened and I opened my eyes just in time to see my cock spurt for the second time that night. It was as if I were watching someone else in the mirror as I saw the half man half girl touch a finger to the cum stringing from the oddly familiar figure's cockhead and lift it towards their lips. I stared as I saw the figure in the mirror lick the cum from the finger, smile back at me and suck the finger deep into his mouth. I knew then that I would be at my new desk at 08.30 sharp the next morning. I had half expected Vanessa to be surprised when she turned the corner and saw my sat at the desk outside her office the next morning. However, she merely nodded to me as she walked up to my desk. "Good morning, Jamie. How are you this morning? Did you have a good evening?" she asked without even a trace of irony. "Yes, thank you," I replied, equally deadpan. I looked around and as we were the only ones in, added, "Madam." "Jamie, very good. You will do very well in this new job I think. Now come in to my office we need to organise the day's work." I hastened in behind Vanessa who closed and locked the door. I stood in the middle of the office as Vanessa circled me, looking me up and down several times in a frankly disconcerting way. "Yes, there are a few things we can start to work on straight away," she murmured to herself. "But first, did you do as I asked, Jamie?" She stood in front of me and looked me straight in the eye, unzipped my trousers and slid her hand inside. She nodded in approval as she felt satin and she squeezed my balls until I squeaked in protest. "Good, Jamie. A very good start to our new relationship. By the way, you will be required to work late tonight so break any plans you have for this evening." "Yes, madam," I wondered just what kind of work she had in mind. Vanessa walked behind me and took off the plain elasticated band I used to tie my hair back. She pulled my hair back and replaced it with a salmon pink scrunchie. This time though the ponytail was fixed at my eye level; much higher than I usually wore it. I moved my head from side to side and I felt the pony tail swing gently behind me. "It will make me look like a girl," I whimpered. "Don't be silly," she said, "If David Beckham can wear it like this, so can you." I had to admit later as I preened in front of the mirror in the staff cloakroom that it did look good on me. It seemed to make narrow my face, make my cheekbones more prominent and my eyes somehow larger. I frankly quickly got used to the swing of the ponytail as I moved my head and soon I had forgotten it completely. The day flew by and it was obvious that my new role wasn't that demanding and I wondered just how Vanessa managed to get away with doing so little work. She had gone to a lunch meeting that had lasted 3 hours and she had arrived back looking a little flushed. I thought I could smell drink on her breath. The biggest problem I had to deal with all day was hiding the erections I was getting from wearing the panties. Five o'clock came and the rest of the office staff departed leaving Vanessa and myself alone in our part of the office. About six, Vanessa asked me to come into her office. I again stood in the middle of the office as Vanessa walked around me. She reached up and took off the scrunchie from around my hair so that it fell around my shoulders. She looked closely at my hair and pulled a face. "We'll need to get your hair cut properly, it's a disgrace. Luckily it's long enough to do something nice with," she moved away from me and sat in the chair I had sat in when she blew me last night. I couldn't help but tremble with the memory. "Take off your clothes but leave the panties on," she ordered. I obeyed and stood there feeling very embarrassed, not knowing what to do with my hands, and I ended up holding them across my chest, just as a girl would do to cover her breasts I realised. "Jamie, your training started very well last night and will continue this evening. Tomorrow you won't need to come in to the office, as I have made you an appointment with our company doctor for a medical as well as a visit to the hairdressers." Vanessa moved over to the office window and closed the shutters so that no outside light could get in. "Yes madam," I began to worry what would happen next. Vanessa handed me a small box. "I want you to wear this at all times." Inside the box lay what looked like a small gold chain. "It's called a slave bracelet. You wear it around your ankle." I looked closely and there was a tiny inscription `Sissy'. "What's it for?" I asked. Innocent or stupid? I don't know even now. "You don't need to know, just make sure you wear it all the time, is that clear?" Vanessa's tone was sharp and I quickly bent over and fastened the bracelet to my ankle. She took the opportunity to slide her hand over my satin covered backside. "So smooth," she whispered to herself. Vanessa reached into a desk drawer and held something behind her. She moved behind me and she asked me to put my hands behind my back. As I did I felt a sharp pain as my wrists were cuffed together. "What the hell?" I said, startled. Vanessa gave me a smack across my bum with something hard and I yelped. "Next time you swear at me it will be ten across your arse," she growled. "I promise you will not get hurt if you behave yourself. This is part of your training and you must learn to trust your mistress, is that clear? There is no pleasure without some pain but if you do well then the pleasure will truly outweigh the pain." Chastened, I nodded. "Yes madam." "Now, I am going to turn the lights out and it will be very dark, so don't be frightened." Vanessa moved to the door, locked it and turned the lights off. Immediately, the room was plunged into absolute blackness. I could see nothing at all, and despite the warning I became very nervous. Almost naked, handcuffed, in total blackout; who wouldn't be nervous? I suddenly sensed a new presence in the room. I couldn't see anything but i knew there was somebody new in the room. I opened my eyes wide but I could see absolutely nothing, but I sensed someone moving around me in the darkness. "Who's there?" I croaked. "Silence!" a male voice commanded. I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt a hand glide across the back of my panties. "Be still!" the voice ordered. This was not a voice to argue with for sure. The hand stayed where it was and began to gently rub to and fro across my bum. I began to feel aroused as it relentlessly kneaded my cheeks. I felt a second hand brush across the front of my panties. This hand began to rub my swelling cock through the panties and I thought I would faint with the sensation that was being generated. My knees began to wobble as I struggled to contain the feelings caused by the attack on my front and rear. The hands now moved inside my panties and I almost could not cope with the waves of pleasure that surged through my nerve endings. I whimpered with ecstasy as a finger slid down between my bum cheeks and probed my anus at the same time as my cock was being stroked vigorously whichever way I moved it seemed to intensify the pleasure I was feeling. The darkness was no longer frightening; it produced a sense of isolation in me that added to the erotic quality of what was happening to me. Suddenly, the hands moved away and I stood there panting, desperately wanting the climax I had been heading towards. A hand pushed me to my knees and I almost fell over because of my cuffed hands. The man moved in front of me and I felt my nipples twisted and tugged by strong fingers. My nipples had always been sensitive and I almost fainted as they stiffened with the man's assault. The hands moved to the back of my head and as I felt my head pulled forwards, I instinctively jerked back. "Do not resist me! " The voice hissed out of the darkness. The pressure continued and I felt my head slowly move forward. Something brushed against my lips and I gasped aloud as I realised what it was. The man's cock felt warm against my lips totally unlike the cold unyielding rubber of the night before. Almost with a life of it's own my tongue pushed its way out of my mouth and flicked out to touch the cock. I was rewarded with a soft "Aaaahhh" from the man. I continued to explore with my tongue as the man held his cock in place. The cockhead felt like velvet to Jamie as my tongue lapped and slid across the surface. The man pulled again at the back of my head and I opened my lips and allowed his hard cock to enter my mouth. This felt completely different from the previous night. Then the phallus was cold and lifeless; a pathetic substitute for the object I now held between my lips. This was the real thing. I could feel the veins standing out from the surface and felt the cock twitch as it slid deeper into my mouth. I could feel the heat and I could smell the man's odour as well an aroma of pure masculinity. Although this was the first time I had ever held a cock in my mouth I remembered what Vanessa had done last night and began to move my head up and down the shaft. I gagged once or twice, and the man sensing my inexperience pulled back to allow me to recover. Once, I brushed the cock with my teeth and the man hissed in anger. Despite my inexperience I quickly found a rhythm and slid my mouth along the length of the shaft, once feeling my nose graze the man's pubic hairs. Despite my lack of skill the man moaned once or twice so I guessed I was doing OK. I began to feel I was dreaming. As if in an out of body state, I felt myself rise above my body and look down on the scene below. I saw myself, naked except for a pair of satin panties, kneeling with my hands bound in front of a tall well built man. The man had his hands round my head and he was pushing his large hard cock in and out of my mouth. I watched as the man tensed and approached his climax, moving his cock faster and faster as the moment of release approached. I heard the man gasp and saw his knees sag slightly as he came and I watched with detached fascination as the man climaxed. I saw myself suck the cum eagerly from the man's cock and swallow greedily. I watched as the man withdrew his cock, saw him wipe his cock casually across my face and saw myself smile as I licked my lips to collect the last of the cum that had spilled from my mouth. I had found my destiny. The limousine took me to Harley Street, home of the UK's private health industry, for the medical Vanessa had mentioned. To me it had seemed less of a medical and more of a preparation for something. There were a lot of the usual blood pressure tests and urine samples, but there had also been a lot of measurements taken, especially around my upper body. The doctor and nurses were efficient though and seemed satisfied with my overall condition. I had felt the doctor spent a little too long on what he had said was the prostate check. The doctor's finger seemed to spend a long time probing my rectal area and it reminded me acutely of the way the mystery man had touched me the previous night. I felt sure the doctor had seen the way my cock had reacted to the examination by swelling considerably. It had been a little embarrassing to explain to the nurses why I couldn't take off the ankle bracelet, but they seemed to take it in their stride. The doctor said that I was a little out of condition and prescribed a course of supplements, with orders to take them once a day and a repeat prescription for when they ran out. My next appointment was for what Vanessa had described as `a visit to the hairdressers'. The limousine weaved through the London traffic to an address in Covent Garden that turned out to be a very upmarket beauty salon. The receptionist had obviously been expecting me and as soon as I had given my name I was whisked away to the rear of the salon. A blonde with a stunning figure barely contained in white t-shirt and shorts approached me and introduced herself, "It's our pleasure to have you here, Jamie. My name is Lisa and I'll be taking care of you today." Handing me a pure white silk wrap, she said, "Just take off your clothes and slip the wrap on and we'll get started, it's going to be a long day for you." "But I'm only here for a haircut," I pleaded. Lisa must have been almost six feet tall and she towered over me. She had a flawless complexion and the kind of toned look that can only come from working out every day. She looked as if she had come straight from a Californian beach. Her long blonde hair framed a perfectly tanned face as she looked sternly down. "I have my instructions personally from Vanessa and she has been very clear about what you need, so don't worry about anything. We won't bite. You'll love what we do to you here," Another girl joined Lisa, this one a black girl about the same age as Lisa, as tall and as dazzlingly beautiful. Lisa introduced her as Fiona and said they were going to work together on me. Fiona's hair was pulled straight back from her face and tied back in a topknot. She exuded an air of wild and uninhibited sexiness. The contrast between the two girls was extraordinary and I felt so tiny beside these two gorgeous and exotic creatures. The two girls stood waiting as I hesitated, thinking they were going to leave so I could take off my clothes. "Come on, don't be shy," said Fiona, breaking the awkward pause, "There's only us girls here." I felt that remark to be ambiguous but before I could say anything Fiona had started to undo my shirt and Lisa had grabbed my belt. As my trousers fell to the floor the new pair of panties that Vanessa had given me to wear became clearly visible and I blushed crimson. "They're a lovely colour," Lisa remarked immediately. She ran her hands over the silk material saying, "And you fill them out so nicely. Don't blush my dear, you look divine in them. Why don't you keep them on?" Fiona helped me into the robe and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry honey, we have lots of male clients who like to express their feminine side. I like that." As she said this, her hand seemed to brush across the front of my panties and she held my eyes for a long second. . Lisa broke the spell, "Later, Fiona. We have work to do now. Let's make this little cutie even more beautiful." I was about to protest about being described that way but Fiona gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, "OK, but I want the first ride on this little pony." The silk robe felt so light and cool and, well, feminine. They also made me slip on a pair of white mules, which took a few minutes to get used to, but which then felt incredibly comfortable. I began to feel slightly light headed at the attention I was receiving from these two beautiful girls. I was led into a second room and shown to a reclining chair flanked by tables filled with small bottles and jars. The two girls spent some time examining notes on a clipboard leaving me to examine my surroundings. I gradually became aware of the wonderful mixture of aromas in the room, and together with the soft ambient music playing in the background I began to relax properly for the first time since Vanessa had caught me looking at that website. I couldn't believe it had only been three days ago that Vanessa had called me into her office. How could my life have changed so much in such a short time? The music and scent in the room lulled me deeper into a daydream and I recalled the day my brother had shown me the grainy photograph of the Thai ladyboy sucking his cock on the rugby trip to Bangkok. Had that been the real start of this journey? I remembered how strangely I had felt when I had seen that photograph. What I now also remembered were the dreams that had followed that day. Dreams in which I had become the ladyboy in the picture, sucking my brother's cock until his cum dribbled from my lips. I shivered as deeply buried memories drifted into my mind. The time when I was about five and some older girls at my primary school had adopted me as their living doll. They had managed to dress me one day as a girl with ribbons in my hair and one of their old dresses. They had practised their make up skills on me until one of their mothers had come home. A memory of when I was a little older came jostling through. I was eight years old and my mum had caught me trying on her stockings and had made me wash her underwear for a week as a punishment. I remembered the feeling of the silks and satins of her lingerie on my hands as I gathered them from the clothes hamper ready for the wash. I could now see myself as I held my mother's knickers to my face and I could still smell the scent of my mother on her underwear. Later, at secondary school, I remembered a crush I had for an older boy at the school. The boy had seemed flattered by my attention and I smiled as I remembered the day we had cut school and gone swimming at the beach. We had changed behind the sand dunes and I had watched as the older boy's towel had dropped while he was changing and had been rooted to the spot as I saw the boy's cock for the first time. It looked so long and thick compared to mine. The beach was deserted at that time of year and when we got into the sea, the boy said, "Lets go skinny dipping." He dropped his own swimming shorts and made a grab for mine. I put up a fight, but only because I wanted to wrestle with the boy in the water. He eventually overpowered me and I felt his hands graze my cock as my shorts were dragged down. I chased the boy through the waves and we play fought each other as the cold North Sea surf rolled off us. The waves pushed us into the shallows and the boy somehow ended up lying on top of me, pinning me to the wet sand. I could feel his large stiff cock rubbing against my own smaller one and I vividly remembered the boy's lips slowly descending towards mine, when somebody shouted, "Oi, what you doing. You dirty little buggers!" We ran off laughing at the old man walking his dog, but soon after, the boy moved to another school and quickly stopped answering my letters. "Jamie! Jamie! Wake up sweetie." I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see Fiona's face only a few inches away from mine. "Judging by the smile on your face that must have been some dream, honey." Her eyes were an incredible hazel colour and I couldn't stop myself saying, "You have such beautiful eyes." "Why thank you honey," she smiled wickedly as she whispered, "I have some other things you might like too." Her hand snaked through my wrap and squeezed my cock through my panties. "But as aunty Lisa said, that's for later, my sweet little angel." I squirmed in the chair, feeling the silk slide sensuously over my skin. Fiona winked as her fingers kneaded my cock. I felt myself harden under her touch. Lisa interrupted by saying "Let's get started Fiona. Waxing first, I think." I sat bolt upright. "Waxing? No-one said anything about waxing. I'm not having that." I tried to get out of the chair. Lisa calmly and effortlessly pushed me back down, "Vanessa said you might be a little bit reluctant, so she gave me some pictures to show you that she felt would change your mind." Lisa handed me some photographs and I groaned as I saw what they were. Some were from that first day in her office showing me sucking on the strap on protruding from her trousers. A few were from the second time with me standing in the middle of her room, wearing only the panties. I sank back, defeated, and sighed, "Lisa, OK, you win. I'm yours." "And mine later," grinned Fiona. Fiona helped me out of the wrap and I stood there naked in front of these two gorgeous women. I must have been losing my inhibitions because although I didn't know where to put my hands I was not feeling so embarrassed. To tell the truth I had never grown much body hair so it wasn't as painful as it might have been. But, even so, it was a huge relief when the girls had finished. I had really objected, however, when they moved to my pubic hair and in the end Fiona had used a small electric trimmer to give me what they called a brasilian. As Fiona finished she grinned evilly, "Next time, honey, it's the wax!" I couldn't see what they had done properly because there were no mirrors in the room, but my skin felt really smooth and I could look down and see a small strip of my pubic hair leading down to my cock. I had taken off the panties before the waxing and when I came to put them on again they felt so smooth against my totally hairless legs. A pedicure and manicure came next and while they worked on my nails Lisa popped a pair of headphones on my head. I closed my eyes and let the music carry me away. It felt so good to have two pairs of soft hands caress my fingers and toes as the girls worked on me. I had achieved a deep state of relaxation when I felt a sharp sting in my right ear. "Yow," I squealed and yanked off the headphones, "What was that?" "I've just pierced your ear, nothing to worry about," said Lisa. "Now just hold still." "Yow," I said again as she did the left ear, "That hurt." "Don't be a baby," said Fiona, "Or I'll have to hurt you properly later." Fiona was starting to scare me a bit. Lisa slipped some small sleepers into the holes and I rubbed my ears. "Next time we'll pierce your belly button. That will look so cute." said Lisa. I ignored the remark and glanced down at my hands. My nails hadn't been long enough to shape properly but they did look different. Lisa saw my look and said, "We've done our best and given them a little colour. Just let them grow and we'll keep shaping them for you." "But I won't be coming back." I blurted out. "Oh, I think Vanessa will make sure you do." Lisa said gently. I wondered how well Lisa knew Vanessa. I smiled broadly as I formed a picture of Lisa on her back being shagged royally by Vanessa wearing the same strap on I had sucked. There was a pale pink colour on my fingernails that was just visible. I began to worry about what people at work were going to say at work. My toenails had been done in the same colour and I wiggled my toes and they looked so pretty. I saw Lisa and Fiona exchange a small smile as they saw my delight. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," Lisa said, "only that Vanessa will be very pleased with your progress. Sometimes it takes much longer than this to get to this stage." I was so fascinated at looking at my newly coloured nails that the remark really didn't register. I splayed my fingers out and let the light play across the fingernails. Fiona giggled. "What this time?" I said. She smiled and said, "When men look at their nails they normally curl their fingers over in a fist. Girls spread their fingers out like you just did." "That's ridiculous," I said, but immediately put my hands behind my back. "Too late, honey," she whispered. "Don't worry; it will be just our little secret." Lisa pushed me down into the chair and took off the scrunchie that held my hair in the ponytail. She brushed it out with her fingers, all the time making disapproving noises with her mouth. "Tsk, whoever did this needs to be shot," she muttered. "Mmm, lets see what we can do now and hope that we can tame this jungle eventually." Swiftly and efficiently, Lisa worked on my hair. There were no mirrors in the room so I couldn't see what she was doing. It was strangely flattering to have these two goddesses concentrating solely on me and I felt more and more comfortable in the role that was being created for me. There was something deeply soothing yet exciting in the way Lisa first washed my hair. I lay backwards with my head on the sink and I felt dizzy with the feeling she created as she stood over me gently working the shampoo through my hair. Lisa occasionally asked Fiona her opinion as she cut my hair and the two of them seemed pleased with what they had done. I began to crave to see what the girls had done and I dared to hope that Vanessa would be really pleased with the way I looked. I unconsciously crossed one leg over the other and thought how smooth and nice my legs looked now. I found myself staring at Fiona as Lisa worked on me. Fiona noticed me looking, moved closer to me and began to stroke my leg with her long dark fingers. She brushed her fingertips along the inside of my thigh getting closer and closer to my cock which for about the tenth time sine I'd arrived was as hard as a rock. I wriggled in the chair as she brushed my silk covered cock with her fingers. "Fiona, stop it. You're making her move so much I might just cut her ear off," said Lisa. I stopped moving, but Fiona didn't stop her teasing and I felt faint with frustration as she built me towards a climax, and then slowed the pace of her fingers. Lisa eventually finished with my hair and both girls professed themselves happy with the result. At this moment Fiona took over and led me to a table covered in make up. Fiona sat me down facing her and she began a careful examination of my face. "How often do you shave, honey?" I had never had a strong beard growth and I guess I only had to shave lightly every three or four days. I told her this and she seems happy enough. The next half hour she spent working on my face, massaging my skin and then using what seemed an endless series of creams and lotions on my face. Several times she asked me to close my eyes and I felt her gentle touch applying things to my eyelids. I relaxed and kept my eyes closed as she worked until I felt a sharp sting. "ooowww". I said, startled by the pain. "Don't panic, my little sissy." Fiona smiled as she spoke, "I'm only plucking your eyebrows. It will make you look so sweet." She went on with this for a few minutes and I swore I would never have that done again. She finished and then move on to my lips. It felt so feminine to have her paint my lips and it gave me the chance to look at her closely as her face was so close to mine. "Do you like what you see, baby?" she asked without pausing. "Mmm, yes," "Good," she said, "I like what I see too." "That should do for now," said Lisa. Both girls stood back and smiled as they surveyed the effects of their work. "Let me see, let me see," I simpered. They turned my chair round and removed a towel that had been draped over a mirror in the corner of the room. I looked into the mirror and simply could not believe what I saw. Looking back at me was the face of a young girl, blonde hair falling down to her shoulders. I moved my head and the head in the mirror moved too, the hair gently swinging with the movement. I smiled and I could see the girl smile back. I sat stunned. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Do you like what you see?" asked Lisa. I still couldn't speak, but I managed to nod my head. "We'll take that as yes, then," laughed Fiona. Lisa turned to Fiona. "I think you've earned the first crack at this one, Fi." Fiona's smile was one of triumph and naked lust. I shivered with anxiety. Lisa noticed and softly said, "Don't worry, Jamie baby, Fiona won't do anything too nasty. This time." Fiona laughed and Lisa walked across to her, wrapped her arms around Fiona, one hand in the small of her back and the other behind her head. Lisa drew Fiona close to her and I saw Fiona's eyes shut as she placed her hands on either side of Lisa's face. Their lips touched and the girls' tongues snaked from their mouths and began to fence with each other. Lisa's leg moved between Fiona's who gave what sounded like a growl as I saw her tongue disappear between Lisa's lips. The girls kissed deeply for several minutes, their hands running over each others bodies. I was riveted to the spot. It seemed I had almost stopped breathing as I watched the Nubian princess and the Viking queen entwined before me. I could feel my cock rise at the unbelievably erotic tableau in front of me. Lisa finally broke the embrace and smiled wickedly at me, "Jamie, this is part of your education, so pay attention to what Fiona does; I promise you'll enjoy it." My tongue had somehow got stuck to the roof of mouth and all I could do was nod dumbly in reply. She let her fingertips slide over the front of Fiona's tunic through which her nipples had suddenly become very visible. Lisa let her fingers rest on one nipple and suddenly tweaked it. Fiona moaned and her eyes blazed with desire. Lisa walked towards the door and turned as she reached it, smiled wickedly and said, "Fiona, don't forget now, play nicely." "Oh, don't worry babe, I'll take very good care of her," Fiona replied, looking me straight in the eye. I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car as I sat and watched Fiona close the door after Lisa and pocket the key. Fiona stood in front of me and said sharply, "Stand, slut!" It was a tone of voice that made you think arguing about it wasn't such a good idea. I got up as quickly as I could, nearly falling over in my haste to obey. The tip of her pink tongue appeared and slid along her full lips. She had seemed tall before, but now she towered over me. I saw that somehow she had put on a pair of spike heels; open toed sandals really, with two-inch spikes and thin leather straps that fastened around her ankles. Her toes were painted a vivid scarlet and I wondered what my toes would look like painted that colour. "Take off the robe, you little sissy," she ordered sharply. I slid the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood before her now just in my panties and the mules I had been wearing. I was now so nervous I was shaking. "Are you scared, Jamie?" I nodded and she smiled. "That's good, honey, because fear is good for you. It strips away your inhibitions. Fear is a drug, Jamie. It bares the nerves, it lets you feel as if for the first time, again and again. Embrace your fears, Jamie. Let them take you to worlds of pain and pleasure that you could never imagine. Let fear be your guide. Let the fear release you." She moved her head to one side, reminding me of the way a cat watches a mouse before it decides to go for the kill. She reached out a perfectly manicured finger and brushed my right nipple. I had become so tense that her first touch just blew me away. Something burst deep within me and an unbelievable sense of release surged through my body; my knees buckled, my eyes closed and I couldn't stop a moan escaping from my throat. I had been as taut as a bowstring and Fiona's touch had released me. The touch of her fingernails, gently circling my nipple was so overwhelming that I felt another slice of whatever self-control I still possessed slip away into the darkness. I could not have cared less; all I wanted was for Fiona to keep on making me feel this way. I still had my eyes closed and I felt her fingers slide away from caressing my nipple and they gently traced their way down to first to my belly button, and then to the top of my panties. She stopped briefly, making gentle circles on my skin. I could feel my tummy flutter as she did this and then suddenly she slid her fingers into my panties and right down over my cock. I was instantly hard as she massaged my cock. I felt her dig her nails in, and my cock now felt on fire. With my eyes still closed I could feel her lean in towards me, her lips first brushing mine with a gentle kiss, and then suddenly, shockingly, crushing my lips to hers. I shivered as I felt my lips slide across hers and I felt for the first time the sublime and erotic charge of lipstick upon lipstick. Her tongue snaked past my lips and I let her invade me. I nervously began to respond and my tongue fenced with hers. I felt a surge of pleasure at being taken this way and I felt my self go limp and press myself closer to Fiona. I instinctively reached around her waist with one arm, my hand in the small of her back, and with the other arm reached up and put my hand on the back of her head. I felt her arms envelop me and she pulled me closer to her, our lips mashing together and tongues now wrestling wildly. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her nipples were now as hard as pebbles. She growled as we kissed ever more passionately. I could now barely stand as my legs felt like jelly and Fiona had to hold me up as I gave myself to her. "Ooowww!" I shrieked as her nails found my nipple and twisted it viciously. "Be quiet, slut," she rasped. She stepped backwards and I almost fell as she let me go. I rubbed my nipple with my hand and whimpered, "Why did you do that?" "Because I wanted to," was all she said. "From now on, you will address me as Miss Fiona and you will only speak when you are spoken to, is that clear?" My nipple still hurt like hell and I felt tears spring to my eyes, as I stared, open eyed, back at her. "Stop pouting like a school girl, you little sissy," she said. "Do you understand what I said?" Her eyes blazed as she spoke. What choice did I have? I nodded, still sulking and massaging my tender nipple. "Say it, sissy." "Yes, miss Fiona," I said through clenched teeth. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She paused and tilted her head in that feline way of hers. "Mmm, maybe the naughty school girl look would work, white blouse, short pleated skirt, tie, boater. Yes, that would work nicely for tomorrow." "What's happening tomorrow?" I asked, quickly adding "Miss Fiona" as I saw the look on her face. "Don't worry, sissy, we'll come to that later," was all she said. She moved behind me and I turned to see where she was going. She slapped my pantied bottom hard with her hand. "Did I say you could move?" "No, miss Fiona." I whispered. My bottom stung where she had hit me. "Good, you're learning, sissy Jamie," she sounded pleased. "Another thing, I want you to keep your eyes down when you speak to me. Don't look me in the face unless I say so, clear?" She hit me again on the bottom, not quite so hard this time, but it still stung. Tears of humiliation filled my eyes and I managed to snivel, "Yes, miss Fiona." "You are so lucky, Jamie. Not many people get to fulfil their wildest fantasies in the way that you will. This is what you have secretly dreamt of, isn't it? You have longed to be a cocksucking slut, haven't you? You knew that deep down inside you were a sissy. You want to take it like a girl; on your hands and knees, on your back, up against the wall, bent over a chair. You want to be fucked like a girl." She spat the last words out and as she did my head was spinning. Between the pain of the slaps, the assault on my nipple and the force of her words, I had lost all control. I could only think that, yes, this was what I wanted. Her words seemed to slice into my heart and soul and I cried out,"Yes, yes, I want to be fucked like a girl. I need to be fucked." Fiona's hands snaked round from behind me and cupped my nipples. I could feel her breasts against my back, but this time she wasn't wearing her tunic. Her pebble hard nipples were pressed hard and hot against my back and I could feel her rubbing her groin against my bottom. My cock, iron hard now, tented out my panties and. I longed to have a release from the frustration that had been building in me all day. "You want tits, don't you?" she whispered in my ear as she massaged my nipples. Her voice was deep and dark and I felt unable to resist whatever she wanted. "Yes," I almost shrieked, "I want tits. I want them to be sucked and grabbed and felt up by anyone who wants to." "But, you want to keep your little cock don't you?" her voice was now low and soft, the words cooing into my ear. "You want to keep this little thing don't you Jamie? Because it's what makes you so special, isn't it?" As she said this, her hands dropped to my panties and she slid them down a little to free my aching cock. I looked down to see her dark brown fingers pumping my cock, bringing me to the point of release. I fell back into her body, not trusting my legs to keep me upright. The sight of those brown fingers wrapped around my white shaft made me even harder if that were possible. She sensed my approaching climax and slowed down. She cupped my balls and squeezed, the pain immediately taking me back from the edge. I cried out in frustration, "Please, please, please, let me cum, let me cum." "Oh not yet, my sissy, you get to cum when I decide you've earned it and not a moment before." Her hands left my cock and she moved away from me. I nearly stumbled, but she stopped me from falling with one hand on my back. "Close your eyes, and enjoy what is going to happen, sissy." I stood there, limp and almost past caring what was going to happen. My senses had been finally overwhelmed and I just wanted her to let me cum. I felt I was n a trance and almost without knowing it, my hand dropped to my cock and started to rub my cock, as hard as ever. "Oh, no you don't," she snapped, slapping my bottom again, this time harder than ever and I yelped in pan and surprise. "Do not touch yourself without my permission, do you hear?" she snarled. "You do not own that cock anymore, it belongs to me right now, and I decide what to do with it and when. Do you understand?" I was in tears now, my face red with hurt and humiliation and my bottom sore from her slaps. "What more do you want from me?" I snivelled. "Kneel," she said I reply. "What?" I said, as I hadn't heard her properly through my snivelling. "I said, kneel, you miserable sissy slut." I sank to my knees, grateful to alleviate the strain of standing up. "Now turn round and face me, but keep your eyes down until I tell you that you can look at me." I shuffled round 180 degrees with my eyes cast down. "Come towards me" Fiona ordered. I shuffled forwards, eyes down until I saw her feet encased I those fuck me sandals. I guessed she had sat down on the chair I had occupied, but I dare not look up. She crossed her legs and her right foot was now only a few inches in front of my downcast eyes. "Put your hands behind you and then bathe my feet," she said as casually as if she were asking for a cup of coffee. I was either stupid or totally confused. "Bathe them with what, Miss Fiona?" "With your tongue, of course, you stupid little slut," she snarled this at me. I must have hesitated a fraction too long, because she leant forward and slapped my face, n ot hard enough to mark, but badly enough to make my head spin. "Do it now!" I bent forwards and began to lick her foot. I began with the toes, licking and kissing each one in turn. "Stop," she ordered. Relieved I thought it was over, but she continued, "Now take off the sandal." I moved my hands from behind my back, but before I could, she snapped,"Not with your hands, with your teeth." "But, I can't, not with my teeth," I mumbled, my eyes still firmly cast downwards. "You never know what you're capable of until you try, do you, slut?" she said with a trace of irony in her voice. I leant forwards and saw that the sandal was tied in a knot with soft leather thongs just above her ankle. I opened my mouth and grasped one end of the knot between my teeth and pulled. With some tugging and wriggling I managed to loosen one end of the knot and then took the other end in my teeth. Pulling my head backward I managed to separate the knot and the ends of the thongs tumbled away. It was easier than it looked and I guessed that it was just an excuse to put me in my place. Fiona kicked the sandal off and offered her foot to my mouth once more. I was a quick learner and I didn't want any more slaps so I went to work on her feet with gusto. I had expected them to taste bad but in fact they tasted only of some kind of sweet scent, shower gel maybe. I sucked and kissed each toe again, then licked and kissed my way up her foot as far as the ankle. Fiona kept up a constant running commentary, encouraging and insulting me in turn. I could sense that she enjoyed the power and control she had over me. I lapped rhythmically up and down her feet, kissing and licking, bathing her feet with my tongue. My back was beginning to ache from the strain of holding my hands behind my back and my mind started to wonder a little. How had I sunk to this? How had I let myself be dominated so quickly and so completely by the three women I had met in the past 48 hours? I tried to make sense of what had happened to me; Vanessa tricking me with the Ladyboy website, sucking my first cock, being transformed into a sissy and now on my knees worshipping the feet of a beautiful black girl. The three girls had played me like a violin. They knew so easily what tunes to choose to bend me to their will, what music would reach out and touch the fantasies that lay buried so deeply within me. How could they have known? Was it so obvious in me? Did those secret desires really show through to them? Something nagged uneasily at the corner of my mind. All this must have some purpose; there was too much planning involved for it to be coincidental. What was that purpose? Someone was behind this. Who was pulling the strings? It did not seem likely that it was the girls, and most importantly of all, what would happen to me next? Fiona must have noticed that my attention was wondering as a sharp slap of her hand on my head brought me back to what I was doing. "Enough," she said and crossed her legs to offer me the other sandal. As she crossed her legs I sneaked a fast look up and Fiona was sitting naked in the chair and as she moved her legs I saw a flash of her vagina, pink and glistening wetly in the light. I quickly lowered my eyes again and concentrated on working on her left foot. Now I know what was expected of me, it did not take so long, but my back was so sore from bending forwards with my hands behind my back. "Good, that's very good my little pretty sissy," Fiona cooed gently as I finished licking her foot. "Now, because you've been so good, I will let you look up. Look at me, Jamie." I looked up obediently, and saw Fiona sitting back in the chair, her legs apart and her sex fully exposed to me. I stared open mouthed at the sight. "Well, what are you waiting for girl?" she said, smiling wickedly at my expression, "get over here. I need your tongue right now." I managed to close my mouth and I inched forwards on my knees. I bent forward and I gazed at her shaven pussy. I had never seen one so close up before and I stared at the glistening folds of skin in front of me. Her lack of pubic hair was somehow arousing and my cock hardened again for what felt like the millionth time that day. Fiona reached forward and put her hands behind my head. She looked down at me and locked her eyes with mine. "Come to mama, little sissy." Her voice sounded husky and thick with desire. "Come and use that sweet little pink, sissy white boy tongue on my black pussy. Come and show me if you deserve to be rewarded, my little slut. If you make me happy with your tongue, I might just let you cum." Oh, I so desperately needed to be allowed to cum. I knew I would do anything to get rid of my unbearable frustration. Fiona's hands increased their pressure on the back of my head as she pulled me down towards her waiting sex. I broke away from her lust filled eyes and looked down to see that she was obviously heavily aroused. Her pussy was visibly wet and she was pushing her hips towards my face. I closed my eyes as I caught her musky smell and as she increased the pressure on my head, I fell forwards so that my lips suddenly touched her pussy. I instinctively tried to pull back but she easily pushed me back into her. "You must do what I want, you fucking little sissy, or I won't let you cum for a year!" she snapped at me. I swallowed, my mouth and tongue were so dry from washing her feet, and I tentatively pushed my tongue through my lips and onto her pussy. She was so wet that my tongue slid easily over her outer lips and I heard Fiona gasp and she pulled me roughly onto her. Her hips were bucking, grinding herself against my face. I felt her wetness on my face as she pushed against me. "Lick me good, you fucking little fag whore, you cocksucking sissy boy slut. Make me cum, you little trashy white queen. Show me you're good for something, you miserable worthless bitch. Make mama cum and I'll let you cum, you faggot, you little fairy, you arse licking miserable pussyboy." She was screaming by now and her stream of abuse made me more aroused than ever. I began to slide my tongue up and own, she squeezed her legs tight around the side of my head and locking me in place with her hands at the back. I felt I was suffocating and struggled to get my head away, but she was too strong and tightened her grip. I began to panic and felt myself start to black out when the pressure suddenly eased and Fiona relaxed her grip on my head a little. I spluttered and gulped in air. "Get on with it, or I'll do that again," she growled and quickly squeezed my head and then relaxed again. My head stopped spinning and I realised that I could only escape by dong what she demanded. I worked my tongue inside her and felt her react. I moved my tongue around and found her clit; she was already hard and I sucked on it. Christ, she almost jumped out of the chair, her back arched and she screamed. "Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" I sucked some more and then flicked it with my tongue. She yelped again and bucked her hips so much I had to let go and she slammed me back into her pussy. "Rub my tits," she ordered and I moved my hands from behind my back, where I had managed, incredibly to keep them, and reached up to her breasts. They weren't large but her nipples were huge and they were standing out hard. I rolled the nipples between my fingers and Fiona again jumped around. "Fuuuccckkk, keep going you slut, make me cum hard, bitch." I stuck my tongue back into her pussy and flicked and sucked on her clit again. She was moaning and screaming again, pushing harder and harder against my face. I could feel her tense and then she arched her back for the last time, screamed one more obscenity and slumped back into the chair. Her knees and hands released my head and as the pressure disappeared I felt a roaring noise in my head and I felt I was falling into a long dark well and then I felt no more. It couldn't have been very long before I came round, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth, lying sideways on the floor, my face against the wooden floor. I raised my head and tried to move my hands. It was only then that I realise they were bound behind me. I think it must have been a pair of those plastic ties they use these days to secure criminals. It didn't feel like rope and not a pair of handcuffs. I tried to wriggle my hands free and all I succeeded in doing was to make the thing cut into my wrists. I tried to sit up but with my hands bound this way, there was no way I could manage it. "Oh, you're awake at last." Fiona's voice came from somewhere behind me. I managed to move my head enough to look in the direction of her voice. She moved across to me and knelt down so that she could look into my eyes. She was still naked and her skin glistened like oiled ebony. "Slut, look at me," she said. "I will keep my word. I will give you the chance to cum. But, there is one condition." Her face was now very close to mine, and she brushed my hair away from face, almost tenderly. "Do you want to know what the condition is, Jamie slut? I was so desperate to get some kind of satisfaction so I nodded. She looked straight into my eyes as she spoke, "I will let you cum if you can do it without touching your cock. Do you understand?" I stared at her, "How can I come without touching my cock?" She smiled as she brought something from behind her back into my line of sight. I gasped out loud as I realised that what she held in her hands was a black strap on dildo. My eyes widened as I realised what she intended to do. This was how she was going to get me to cum. I stared at her, "No, no. please, no." Fiona smiled wickedly, "Oh yes, you little sissy. You know this is what you really want. You said it yourself `I want to be fucked like a girl'," she imitated my voice and I shivered as I remembered what I'd said. "That's what you begged for, you slut, and that's what you're going to get." Fiona disappeared from my sight and she pulled me roughly to my feet. I was unsteady on my feet and I had to lean against her. She pushed me across the room to a table and had me stand facing the table. "Bend over." "What," I whimpered, trying to look back at her over my shoulder. I was becoming really scared now and started to shake. "Bend over, I said," and she smacked me again on the bottom, pushing me forwards so that my chest was flat against the tabletop. With my hands bound I could not stop her and lying across the table like this, I could not move. "Miss Fiona. Please don't do this," I begged her, my voice squeaking with fear. "But you said this is what you wanted, didn't you?" she hissed in my ear. I could feel her very close behind me as she whispered, "You should always be careful what you ask for, because you might just get it." She laughed as she said this. She moved round the table to stand in front of me and I felt sick as I saw that she was now wearing the strap on. It jutted out six or seven inches from her groin and she posed in front of me, as if modelling the phallus for me. "Don't you like it then, slut?" she pouted as if disappointed in my reaction. "You liked it so much two days ago Vanessa thought you would swallow it." My heart sank as I realised this was the same strap on that Vanessa had used in her office two days before; the one that I had swallowed deep into my throat after she had caught me looking at that ladyboy website. "Maybe you want to kiss it again?" she pushed it up against my lips and I tried to move my head away. She persisted and began to push it harder between my lips. I had to give in and I let it slide into my mouth. "Suck it good, slut. You want it to slide in easily into your virgin pussy don't you?" she asked almost innocently. I stared at her and tried to say something but with the rubber penis in my mouth I just made meaningless noises. She slid it out of my mouth and I said, "Miss Fiona, please don't do this." She scowled, "I don't think you're being anywhere near grateful enough. I can't stand all this whining, either." She stood behind me and grabbed my hair; pulling my head up I opened my mouth to ask her to stop and she pushed something into my mouth. It was a hard rubber ball that she secured around the back of my head with an elastic cord. I stared to gag and she said, "Breathe through your nose." My jaws started to ache almost immediately with the ball gag in my mouth and I slumped forward, defeated onto the table. I felt Fiona's hands on the back of my panties, sliding her hands over my bottom. She began to rhythmically knead my cheeks with her hands. This had the effect of pushing my cock against the table and unbelievably I found myself getting hard again. Fiona began to ease down the panties, pausing to slide her finger up and down my crack. I tried to push away from her finger, which of course pushed my cock more firmly against the table. Back and front I was being assaulted. She moved my legs apart with her knee, opening me up even more at the back. Her finger started rubbing against my hole and she began to slide her finger inside, gradually increasing the pressure so that her finger began to slide deeper and deeper inside me. I began to wriggle with the feeling of her finger inside me and that only made it worse. "We have to open up that tight little virgin boy pussy don't we," she said, "we don't want any accidents when you get this big cock inside do we?" I could no longer think straight. Fiona's finger was now fully inside and it seemed she was filling my insides. Between her finger at the back and the table at the front I was being torn apart with sensation. I was losing control completely and my cock was now as hard as it had been all day. I realised that she had now slid two fingers inside me and I now began to feel less uncomfortable as I became used to having her fingers there. I had stopped moving away from her and almost against my will I felt myself moving backwards against her hand. "Oh, so we do like this then," she purred as she felt me wiggling backwards. "I knew you would, you little pussyboy." I could not stop myself from pushing back to get as much of fingers inside as possible. Fiona started to push harder and I felt her fingers move in and out of me. She was finger fucking me and I loved it! Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out and I felt so empty as her fingers left a vacuum in my ass. "There, that's opened you up nicely," she said. I felt something cold being applied to my hole and I realised that this was some kind of lubricant. "Don't worry, baby. Here comes your new lover." As she said this I felt something much harder and larger than her fingers at my passage. "Relax, relax, relax, my little sissy," she cooed as she began to push harder against my hole. "Relax, try to pretend you're having a shit and push outwards," she said as the tip of the dildo began to move inside my ass. She rocked backwards and forwards, gently at first and then with increasing pressure as the phallus began to move past my ring and deeper into me. This started to hurt and I close as my eyes as tears of pain welled up into them. "Urnghh, mmggrgh," was all I could manage to say through the ball gag. "Easy tiger," said Fiona. Fiona eased back and then moved forwards again, the dildo again pushing past my ring. This time it wasn't so bad but I still bit down against the gag as she continued to push it deeper inside me. Suddenly, it was inside me and the pain began to ease a little. Fiona paused again and I felt her bend down to give me a kiss on the back of my neck. "That's so good, little sissy. You've been very brave. Now, you get your reward,; you get to cum." With that she started to rock forwards and back so that the rubber cock started to move within me. I squealed again through the gag and Fiona rubbed her hands across my back in a soothing way. "Sssh, sssh," she cooed as you might to a baby. She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as I got used to this thing inside me. How long Fiona did this for I don't know and just when I began to feel the pleasure I can't say. But somehow and sometime I began to feel that this wasn't so bad and then I started to feel aroused by what she was doing. I realised that the cock was massaging my prostate and that if I pushed backwards I realised I could make this feeling even better. I started to move back as Fiona thrust forwards and the feeling of pleasure began to grow. "Good girl, I knew you would love this," said Fiona her hands still massaging my back. "You were made for this, little sissy. This is what you want, isn't it? But you want a real man's cock next time don't you? You want to bend over in front of some stud with a prick that's as hard as a steel pipe. You want to beg him to fuck you, you beg him to let your ride his monster cock. You want him to drive his throbbing dick into you, so hard that at first you beg him to stop and then you beg him never to stop. You want him to fuck you forever." All through this Fiona increased her pace and she was by now fucking me hard and fast. All I could feel were the waves and pan and pleasure that were washing over me. I was being overwhelmed with sensation and the I could feel that wonderful warm feeling that builds in your groin as you know that you are going to cum. I could feel my orgasm grow deep within me and suddenly I felt myself tense and then my cock exploded. I could feel my self cum and cum. I had never had such an orgasm in my life. It seemed to go on and on without end. Fiona was now pumping furiously and she cried in triumph as she saw me cum. "Yes, yes, yes. You're a real sissy now. You're a real pussyboy." She stopped fucking me and pulled out of me. She reached round and pulled off the ball gag. I slumped forwards onto the table, physically and emotionally ravaged by what I had just gone through. Fiona grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up. I looked through only half open eyes and saw a small red light high up on the wall. "Smile," said Fiona brightly, "you're on candid camera." Vanessa and Lisa watched the video feed as I looked straight at the camera. They saw my wild, make up smeared face, slack with exhaustion and spent lust. They saw me try to say something and then Lisa clicked off the feed. They had worried if Fiona had gone too far when Jamie blacked out but in the end it had worked out really well. It had turned into one of their best ever set ups. The film of the whole session, captured on the three secret cameras in the room, would be edited and on the website later that night. The two women knew that this one would get a huge number of downloads. "This always makes me so horny," said Vanessa, her voice low and dark with anticipation. "Me too," replied Lisa, her hands reaching out to unbutton the other girl's blouse as Vanessa leaned across to part Lisa's lips with her tongue. To be continued