Sissy Baby Danielle ❤️

The door opened and Miss Travers walked in. Her boots thudding on the carpet, leather catsuit creaking with menace.

She stared down at the sight on the floor, her eyes scanning the scene like a hawk. The smile played across her lips as she took the first detention class of the term. Amelia and Abby blindly shuffled around in the leather straps binding them into a frogtie. The open leather hoods tightly over their heads, ball gags jammed in their mouths.

The spiteful crotch ropes were added to the armbinders painfully pinning their arms and shoulders behind them. Abby’s generous backside jutted out as she tried to get comfortable in her bonds. Amelia’s crotch binding was especially tight as each struggle pulled the rope in tighter. Her leather shorts providing little relief.

“A truly shameful display in your first lesson, bitches. Mrs Wenlock went easy on you too.”

She pressed a boot against Abby’s back and dug the heel in.

“Surely you have enough padding to take a little boot? You’re lucky I didn’t run out of rope to bind your piggy body up.”

Abby yelped as the boot kept pressing her flesh. Amelia growling through her gag to try and distract the sadistic bitch. Miss Travers stopped and knelt down next to Amelia, yanking the crotchrope hard.

“You wanted my attention, Amelia? Be careful, girl. You might just get it.”

Travers stood and she went over to the large TV screen on the wall.

“I’m going to play back this morning’s lesson from Mrs Wenlock’s class. You will both watch your humiliation and note it well. I’m sure it is a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Amelia couldn’t forget. The classroom was a sex offender’s paradise. The leather clad Mrs Wenlock ordered the girls to sit on vibrating dildos fixed to each chair. The desks themselves were fitted with manacles and the students were made to gag themselves as they wrote out lines for an hour. She winced at the thought of the cocks springing into life at random intervals and torturing the captive class to forced orgasms, while trying to write their lines out.

Both Abby and Amelia were deemed to have failed the lesson, as the sexual torture rendered them helpless. But the memory wasn’t enough for the hateful Miss Travers, as both girls had their hoods removed and the ball gags exchanged for panty gags sealed with grey vinyl tape. As an extra treat, each crotchrope was now fitted with a bullet vibe taped to it.

“The batteries are fully charged, and we’ll now settle in for a nice recap of your failure. Any more cumming tonight, will result in a spell in the box.”

The girls were at Miss Travers’ booted feet and the vibes began to insidiously work them over. They shifted and grunted, but the relentless rubbing of the ropes against them began to take its toll. Amelia let out a moan of sheer sexual release as she couldn’t take her eyes off the footage. Just seeing Abby in an equally helpless position finished her off….she shuddered like a junkie as she humped the rope over and over. Abby quickly followed suit, her ample chest heaving as she too gave in to the vibe.

Travers started laughing and pointed her phone at the hapless friends, their orgasmic torture certainly giving her plenty of entertainment.

“Just wait until the faculty see this bonus footage. Clearly you’re both sex crazed bondage sluts. Maybe Madame Beauregard’s methods will fail after all. You enjoy it too much. As for you, piggy…..I’m going to enjoy fucking that fat ass of yours with the foot long dominator.”

The door was flung open and the Madame swept in, no doubt alerted by the noise. She glared at Miss Travers and snatched the phone from her hand.

“I’ve told you before, Miss Travers…..detention isn’t playtime for anyone. This is a disgraceful act against these girls. You will release them at once, and we will be discussing this first thing tomorrow.”

Miss Travers did as she was told, glaring at Abby and Amelia all the while. She spitefully ripped off the thick tape gags and whispered that this was only going to get worse. Madame Beauregard watched on and then took the girls to their room.

What would tomorrow bring?

“There you go Claire. All shaved, nails painted, eye brows plucked, breast forms glued on perfectly, wearing a matching bra and panty set, bound and gagged, butt stuffed with a vibrating plug, and most importantly your little clitty locked in a pink cage. Since it is late, we will wait until the morning to do your makeup. I’m so glad we found each other on that dating site. We are going to have such a fun weekend together, where at the end, I’m sure you will want to stay my sissy gurlfriend. Tonight you will stay in the basement where I’ll be playing sissy hypno all night to help make you except this a little better, although based on all the twitching I see going on in your panties, I think you are already enjoying this. Don’t worry Claire, I’ll be a caring mistress to you. Now get some rest tonight.” Brandi said as she kissed Clark‘s gag.

Clark went out for drinks with some coworkers after work one Friday. Eventually it was only Clark and Emily left. Clark was feeling pretty good, but Emily had paced herself. She convinced Clark to come back to her place for some fun. She had a plan, that she was finally ready to set in motion. Once they got back to her place, she didn’t waste time and told Clark she always had a fantasy of making out with a man dressed in feminine clothing. At first Clark was hesitant, but he had a crush on Emily, so he agreed to give it a try. So she quickly got to work and transformed Clark into a passable female. Clark was wearing black satin panties, pantyhose, a long dress. Once he was dressed she got to work on his makeup. She finished his look with a nice long wig. She had some heels for him to wear. Clark being a little tipsy, never wondered why she had all of these clothes in his size. Truth is Emily had been wanting to do this for a while and she took her time getting measurements on Clark, so when she could finally dressed him up, everything would fit. After she strapped some heels on Clark, she had him practice in them. Once he got a little decent in walking in them, they went to her couch and made out for a little bit.

The Haunted House

One night Clark was out drinking with his buddies. They began talking about the local “haunted house”. Eventually one thing lead to another and Clark was dared to go spend the rest of the night in the house. Clark being a non believer accepted the dare. So the group of friends made their way to the house. Clark went in and started looking around. Clark didn’t discover any ghost. In fact there weren’t any ghosts in the old house, but there was a group of women that like to kidnap and feminize men that were using the house as a hideout. They were a little shocked to find Clark stumbling around the old house, but they quickly took advantage of a new sissy coming to them for a change. Being drunk, Clark was easily over powered and knockout by the women.

When Clark came too, he found himself strictly bound with rope and hanging from one of the rafters in the attic. He then noticed he was he breast forms glued to his chest. He was dressed as a woman. He could feel a ponytail from the wig that was put on his head. While Clark was out the woman also applied make up and pierced his ears. Clark tried to yell for help, but realized his mouth had been sealed shut with a nice tight tape gag. Clark’s struggling got the women’s attention and they came over to watch their new captive struggle. The leader of the group spoke and told Clark how grateful they were that he came to them and they didn’t have to go hunting for a new slave. She explained they they were a group of women that believes in female superiority and they travel around and kidnap men to train as sissies and sell. They find old rundown houses to use as their temporary headquarters. And since Clark came to them, they would be able to get out of this town a little quicker. While she was speaking the other woman pulled down Clark’s panties and his penis quickly betrayed him and showed that he was more than a little turned on by this. The women all laughed and made fun of Clark’s little erection and commented that this was why all men needed to be under the control of women as sissies. The leader played with Clark’s penis a little, but before she was allowed to cum, she locked it away in a pink chastity cage. What they pulled out next, frightened Clark. They approached him with a bottle of lube and a butt plug. Before he knew it, his ass was stuffed and vibrating. Clark hung there defeated and moaning from the feeling of the vibrations and his twitching caged clitty, as the women started packing to get ready to depart.

Eventually morning came and Clark could look out the attic window and see his friends return to see if he survived the night. He had hope that he might get rescued. Clark noticed his friends looking for him and eventually start coming towards the house. Clark’s kidnappers noticed this too. Clark started struggling and moaning as much as he could. What Clark didn’t realize that the way his moaning was echoing through the house sounded like a ghosts moan. And his struggling was causing creaking noises throughout the house as well. His friends, who had barely made it into the entrance way, got really scared and took off running out the front door. Clark could see his one chance of rescue running away out the window.

The Promotion

Clark and Megan had become friends at work. They had a healthy work rivalry going. In fact they were up for the same promotion. The competition got stiff at times, but it never ruined the friendship. Megan had a plan to make sure it doesn’t ruin the relationship. After a hard week’s work, Clark and Megan went out for a few beers one Friday. They were having a good time and then it all went blank for Clark.

When Clark finally came too, he was lying on a strange bed in a strange bedroom. He was bound with a lot of rope to the bed. His hands were heavily taped. He looked down and noticed he was wearing a red dress, his bound legs were shaved smooth and covered in stockings which were held in place with a garter belt. He could feel that he had bangs and quickly realized he had a wig on, which he was thankful for because he had tape wrapped tightly around his head, so at least it wasn’t stuck to his hair. This predicament was turning him on and he could feel his penis stiffen in the satin red panties that had been put on him. Clark tried to call for someone, but his mouth taped, all that came out were muffled grunts and moans. Finally he was shocked to see Megan come in the room. She laughed at his shocked made up eyes. Well Clark was out, she put make up on him, included eyeliner and you couldn't see it with his gag, but his lips were a red to match his dress and panties. Finally after a few minutes of admiring her work and listening to the moans of her captive, she explained what was happening.

“You see Clark, I really need that promotion. And I know you are slightly favored over me, so this was how I figured I would get it. I need to make you disappear.”

“MMMMPPPHHP MMMMPPHPHP” hearing this cause Clark to release some scared gagged moans

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to kill you. Well not physically anyway. Through training and hypnosis the essence of Clark will be faded out, but only so you can be reborn as Sissy Claire. This little device will help so much too.” She quit talking as she walked over and showed Clark a pink chastity cage. She then lifted his dress and pulled his erect penis out of the panties.

“A little sissy clit like that deserves to be locked up. I’m doing you a favor here little sissy.”

“MMMMPPPH” Clark got embarrassed at the joke about his small penis, but with it in her hands, he let out a moan of pleasure. Megan played with his sissy clitty for a min, but before she allowed him relief, she locked it away in it’s pink prison. Clark let out a moan of defeat.

“You see Claire, I’m doing it this way for a couple reasons. You are definitely more qualified for the job, but if I keep you and train you as me sissy girlfriend, I’ll also be able to eventually hire you as my sissy secretary at work and you can help me excel at the job. Also I’m doing this for the good of the relationship.”

“MMMPPPHPHP” Clark let out a grunt of confusion

“I’m serious Claire, if you got the promotion, I would have resented you and it probably would have ended the friendship. But this way, I’m going to get it and with doing this, you will become my sissy gurlfriend. So we will still be in each other’s lives. In fact look at it like this, I get a promotion that will help make both of our lives better and our relationship will get a promotion as well. We will be better than friends, Mistress and sissy. I’ll take great care of my little Sissy Claire.”

Thinking about it that way, helped Clark except this a little easier. In fact he found his sissy clit straining hard in the cage as he watched Megan pull out a variety of sex toys, including to his horror, butt plugs.

I try to breathe calmly, but the tightness of everything on me, the weight of my huge, heavy tits, the thick, humiliating gag of six pairs of other girls' panties, and the growing sense of panic prevent me from doing so. I breathe rapidly and moan into my gag, writhing pathetically in my latex prison. This tight latex hobble skirt, reaching to my ankles, restricts my movements and, together with the shackles on my legs, forces me to mince in high red heels, making my tits shake and that damn cowbell jingle. Armbinder binds my arms so tightly that it pushes my tits out even further, turning me into a fetish object in every sense of the word.

I feel incredibly helpless and humiliated. For the first time in a long time, I'm truly trying to free myself, but I only end up intensifying my humiliation, moaning into my gag and shaking my tits.

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Schreibt mich gerne an bin immer auf der Suche nach netten Kontakten und netten Leuten ☺️

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