A Submissive Sissy

Here you'll find my favorites Sissy & Femdom stories, the best one I've ever read over the net since many years and believe me, that's a lot ! I'm also a wool fetishist, so you may come accross this type of topic around here too... Hope you'll like it !

Missy Crystal

Sissy Tec

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"Well, now, is Nana Margaret's little sissy awake after her nappy-poo? Isn't Stephanie just the most darling little baby girl in her pretty pink party dress with all the frilly petticoats? Your Mommy Penny dressed you just like a little doll. All those lovely blonde curls under that great big bonnet. And such cute frilly white ankle sox and Mary Janes. It's too bad our little sissy can't walk, but all your muscles are sooo weak from the drugs Auntie Jessica puts in Stephie- wephie's formula. Oh, and you can't talk either, can you my sweet poopie panties. Auntie Jessica's training program has reduced you to an infant. All you can do is sucky-wucky on your pacifier and say goo-goo and gah-gah.

Oh, don't look at me like that with those big blue eyes. I know that you remember how you used to be Mommy Penny's husband, Steve. You weren't much of a man. She told me and Auntie Jessica all about your tiny pee-pee. It's so cute now, tucked inside your big fluffy diapee underneath the rows and rows of lacey ruffles on your pretty rhumba panties. I could just eat it up. Maybe I will later. You like Nana Margaret milking your sissy cream. It's not good for much else. It was too weak to make babies. Mommy Penny told me and Auntie Jessica all about that too. I told her to divorce you, but Auntie Jessica said no. If you couldn't make babies, then you could be a baby. That's when Auntie Jessica got the idea for her new company, SissyTec. She was always so good at business and she knew there must be lots and lots of women who would like to turn their worthless husbands or disgusting little boys into sissies. All they needed was the right sissy technology and you were just right to test it on.

Mommy Penny is pretty, but Auntie Jessica is a knock out. She always dresses in tight black skirts and high spike heels with her great big boobs popping out of her sheer blouses. She knew how you couldn't say no to her. When she asked you to help with the research for her new company's training program, you never even asked about it. You just started taking the special drink before bed and listening to the tapes while you slept. The hypnotic sedative Auntie Jessica used worked so well. Each night you slipped more and more into babyhood. You didn't even know it.

After a few nights, you started wetting the bed. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. Mommy Penny said she talked to the doctor and it was probably just a bladder infection. She told you he wanted you to take some pills and wear a diaper at night. You couldn't know that the tapes made you want to be a baby. A little girl baby. So you let her put you in a diaper and rubber pants. Pink rubber pants with little hearts and flowers. She told you that was all she could find and you let her because the tapes were making you more and more submissive. Penny was your mommy and little sissy baby girls always do what their mommy tells them.

Mommy Penny wanted you to wear a pretty baby-doll nighty too. It was pink to match your rubber pants and had lots of ruffles around the hem and puffy sleeves. You looked so adorable. You didn't know that I came over to see you after you fell asleep. You were all curled up and sucking on your thumb. The tapes made you want to act like a baby. And the pills from the doctor. They were really a diuretic and very powerful laxative. They would make sure that you filled your diaper while you slept and that there was quite a stinky load when you woke up.

Mommy Penny pretended to be very angry and you were humiliated when she invited me over and discussed your problem with me right in front of you. She said that you had to wear your diaper and nighty all day, so there wouldn't be any more accidents. She even left me there when she went shopping so you would get used to Nana Margaret babysitting you. You weren't very happy when I told you that the doctor thought you might have a stomach bug and wanted you to eat soft foods. That big bowl of mush I gave you, it was full of special drugs that Auntie Jessica was developing. Powerful hormones to stop your body hair from growing and give you a girlish figure and a mild tranquilizer to take away what was left of your will power. From then on, you had no choice but to obey us. When you had bad stomach cramps and wanted to use the bathroom, I told you no, only grown ups use the bathroom. You had to go in your diaper. Now you have no control over your poo-poo or pee-pee any more, do you sweety-kins? You wet and make icky in your diapee all the time for Nana Margaret like a good iddle sissy baby girl.

After a few weeks on Auntie Jessica's sissification program, you transformation was complete. You were sucking on your pacifier, drinking from a baby bottle, lost your ability to walk and talk and wore a diaper and plastic pants all the time. Auntie Jessica was so pleased. You made such a wonderful tester that she couldn't wait to try out all of the other SissyTec products she was working on. Do you remember the vibrating butt plug. It was sooo big, we weren't sure it would fit in your tight little rosebud, but Nana Margaret lubed it up with a big gob of petroleum jelly and worked it right in, didn't she snookums-wookums.

Baby Stephie liked Nana Margaret sticking that great big butt plug up her ass and wiggling it around. We left it vibrating in you for ten minutes. Your little pee-pee almost got stiffy and you dribbled out sissy cream. I spooned it up and fed it to you. Wasn't it delish? Mommy Penny says that one of these days she's going to bring her little sissy baby girl home a whole condom full of real man's spermies. Yum, yum. And Auntie Jessica has lots of other products to test on you. Oh, don't fuss so. I know that some of them hurt, but not every mommy wants to treat her sissy as nicely as Nana Margaret and Mommy Penny treat their little sissy baby girl. Auntie Jessica needs to know if the products work before she offers them in her catalog. After all, she has become very rich thanks to you and she wouldn't want to disappoint her customers. You know her company slogan, "Better sissies through technology."

Oh, my, is Nana Margaret's sweet babykins wet? You can't control yourself anymore, can you my darling sissy baby, and from the smell you have stinky poopies in your diapee too. That big baba full of Auntie Jessica's special sissy formula that Mommy Penny gave you before she went out did the trick. Don't cry my little baby doll. Nana Margaret is going to change you. I know you still remember when you were a big strong man, but Auntie Jessica and Mommy Penny took care of that. All of the hypnotic therapy and drugs Auntie Jessica has used on you turned you into a sissy baby girl and the changes are permanent. You will be sweet little Stephanie forever. I'm sure if Auntie Jessica hadn't injected that paralyzing drug into your vocal cords you would say thank you to Nana Margaret for being such a good sissy baby sitter instead of making baby sounds.

There, there, Miss poopie panties. Lets get your dirty diapee changed. Isn't this SissyTec convertible just the bestest invention It's a great big crib for adult babies with strong metal rails to hold them in. Mommies need to keep control of their sissies. The leg and arm restraints built into the mattress see to that, don't they honey bunny. And whee, see how the mattress moves up, up, up when I push this button. The crib becomes a changing table. Now, lets pull down your frilly willy rhumba panties and undo your diapee. Ewww, you are a smelly baby girl. And look darling sissykins, the shackle to which your leg restraints are attached is on the end of a pole that comes up from the mattress when I push this other button and pulls your adorable little bottom into the air. That way mommies can wipe and slide a clean diapee underneath their sissy's bum bums without releasing them. Hasn't Auntie Jessica just thought of everything to make it easy for mommies to handle their sissies. Men are such useless creatures and boys grow up to be men if you let them. I don't know why every woman doesn't do it. There doesn't Stephie Wephie feel like a new baby girl with her nice clean diapee.

Now it's time for another baba. You know that you have to be feed every hour, so you will keep you diapee nice and full. Auntie Jessica always tells the mommies who buy her SissyTec products that it is very important for them to remind their sissy babies that they have no control over themselves by always having a great big stinky squishy load in the pants. Drink it all up sweetie pie and don't fuss so or I will have to tell Mommy Penny that you didn't behave. All that castor oil that Auntie Jessica mixes into her special formula is supposed to make it taste bad and give you cramps. You remember the last time that you didn't do what you were told. Mommy Penny put you in the SissyTec paddle whacker machine. That was one of Auntie Jessica's best inventions. Mommies got sooo tired from swatting their little sissies butts and disciplining them wasted sooo much of their time. Now all a mommy has to do is pull down her sissies panties, strap her over the discipline bench and turn on the rotating paddles. She can even set the controls for how many strokes and to alternate cheeks, like a hand or hairbrush spanking, or both at the same time for a real strapping. I'll bet you remember how your little cheeks got pinky, then rosy red and how you cried when the leather paddles kept going whacky, whacky, whacky until it felt like your behind was on fire. Auntie Jessica says that one or two sessions with the paddle whacker and a sissy baby will never disobey her mommy again.

Oh, the telephone. Don't move my darling sissy. Ha, ha, you can't, can you? No. You're completely helpless. Nana Margaret will be right back. Guess what Stephie. That was Auntie Jessica. She has some new products she wants to videotape you using, so she can demonstrate them. Won't that be sooo much fun. While we're waiting, I want you to play with your rattle for me.

Oh, don't give me such a sad face. You look so adorable holding your baby rattle. Now we have to put you back up on the changing table to put in your conditioning plug. That is one of Auntie Jessica's most popular SissyTec products. It gives a sissy quite a big electric shock to help her learn how to behave. You remember how it works. There's something in the rattle that activates the plug if you don't keep it moving. First the pretty chime to get your attention if you stop and then, oh my! I can still see the tears in your eyes and your little body shaking when it went off. It didn't take too many of those before you learned to keep rattling. Auntie Jessica says that's called conditioning.

There, Nana Margaret has Stephie's plug all slippery slidey and ready to stick in. Here we go. Oh, you took it like such a nice sissy. Lets put our diapee and pretty rhumba panties back on and here's you rattle, my darling. White with pink bunnies and Auntie Jessica even put you name on it. See, it says, "Sissy Baby Stephie." Oh, of course, you can't read. You're just a baby now. But that's what it says. Shakey, shakey, shakey, rattle, rattle, rattle. That's my good little sissy baby. I'll be back when Auntie Jessica gets here in about an hour. Auntie Jessica says that's the best thing about her SissyTec conditioning system. Mommies don't have to waste their time watching their sissies and correcting them. The sissies punish themselves if they're bad. Bye bye, baby. Don't stop or you know what will happen!

Wasn't that the funnest. You have been playing with your rattle for almost an hour. You must be a very tired little girl. I know what. While we're waiting, we can use the SissyTec Milkamatic! Auntie Jessica says it's one of her best sellers. Mommies love the convenience of being able to milk their sissies without getting messy. Okay, up on the changing table and Nana Margaret will take off you panties and diaper. There's that adorable little pee pee. See, the cuff on the end of the suction tube slips nice and tight over your little pricklet to catch all the dribbles. Ohhh. Stephie weffie's little dicky doodle is all soft, but Nana Margaret's going to take care of that. First we have to take out the conditioning plug. Then I'm going to put on the SissyTec Rub-a-Glove with the tushy tickler finger and stick it way, way up your tight little ass. There see, a great big gob of jelly and up, up, up, all the way in. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. In and out. In and out. Isn't that soooo nice. Sissy babies like their poopers massaged, don't they honey buns. Give Nana Margaret a great big sissy baby smile and say goo goo, gah gah or she won't start the milking. Yes, that's it. Let me hear that sweet sissy baby talk.

Okay, here we go, sucky wucky, sucky wucky goes the pump. Yes, yes. That's such a good little sissy baby. Make nice milkies for Nana Margaret. See, it all goes down the tube and gets collected. Mommies can set it on auto-cycle and milk their sissy babies all day long. Then when they come back they have ever so much milkies to give them. And you know the best part, don't you? Yes you do, snookums wookums. We can fill up your SissyTec Nursing Pacifier, so that little sissy babies like you can enjoy the taste of their own spermies all day long. Mmmm, you can't wait can you, my little cum lover. But I think you're going to have to. I hear Auntie Jessica's car. And look. Oh, you can't look can you? Well, if you could, you'd see that Auntie Jessica is bringing in a great big box and I'm sure it's a wonderful new SissyTec product for you to try. Hi Jessica dear. You sissy baby niece and I are ever so curious to find out what you have in the box.

Hi, Mom. I see you have Stephie all ready for her video demo. I can't believe how much money this useless sissy has made for me. Not to mention how much pleasure I get from his total transformation from Penny's macho husband Steve into a helpless baby who has no control over his bladder or bowels. Does Stephie weephie like to make poopies and pee pee in her diaper. Ohh, you're so adorable now. Do you remember what life used to be like before I took control of you? Now, you're just my ickle biddy babby, aren't you? Yes, diddle dums you are! Well, Auntie Jessica has some nice new SissyTec products for you to try. We have two new conditioning products I want to shoot. Patty should be here with them and the video equipment soon, but while we wait, I want to try out one of SissyTec's newest specialty products. This is the Auto Diaper Wiper.

I don't think it's something Penny will let me try on Stephie. She still cares for the jerk, even though she's let me use my SissyTec products to turn him into a mindless sissy baby. But we've had requests from some mommies who don't think that sissification is enough for their husbands or sons without extreme humiliation and punishment for whatever they've done. Hopefully, Stephie has a full diaper and I can show you how it works. No? You just changed her. Well, here, I brought a big jar of SissTec baby food. It's loaded with laxatives. A bowl full of that and Stephie will poo her brains out. Go ahead and feed her while I set it up.

There. And she's finished her whole bowl like a good little sissy baby. Why don't you give her a big bottle of formula too. I want a really full diaper to test. Oh, look at her face all scrunched up. Yes, dearest Stephie, go ahead and make a great big squishy mess in your diaper for Auntie Jessica. Okay, now Mom, take off her diaper, open it up and place it with the messy side up in the cleaning compartment. Close the door and the machine starts automatically. See the series of lights. That tells the mommy that the machine is processing. The first yellow light is the removal stage. The diaper is pressed against a screen that forces the contents out. Then the second yellow light is the collection stage. A vacuum squeegee sucks it all up and drains it into a collection chamber. The third yellow light indicates that the poo and pee is being sterilized and homogenized. Finally, the green light comes on when the mixture is ready. Ahh, see. Just the perfect consistency for force feeding the disgusting concoction. One mommy has been mixing it by hand and putting it into mini ice cube trays. Then she puts pacifiers in and freezes them. When they come out, the pacifiers have a thick coating that slowly dissolves in her sissy baby's mouth. She has already placed an order for the first production model of the Diaper Wiper to keep up a steady supply of what she calls her poosicles.

I wonder if Penny would care if I gave the precious little sissy a feeding from her dirty diaper. A spoonful or two of poopies and peepees. Doesn't it look ever so tasty, Stephie? Oh, don't make such a face. Even if you could talk, you wouldn't tell on your Auntie Jessica, would you? Not if you know what's good for you. She just might put you on the nice Paddle Whacker machine and forget to come back for an hour or two. Would little miss fussy like to have her bottom blistered so she can't sit down for a week? No? I didn't think she would. Then open wide.

Oh, Mom. You always spoil my fun. Well, Stephie, there's lots more where this came from and Nana Margaret won't always be around. One of these days Auntie Jessica and her sissy baby niece are going to have a nice little party, just the two of us and a great big bowl of special din-din for ickle widdle baby Stephie to eat awllll uppp. And when you finish it, a great big bottle of Auntie Jessica's morning potty juice to wash it down.

That reminds me, Mom. We are adapting the Diaper Wiper technology to an automated Punishment Potty. Most of our mommies like to watch the expression on their baby's face while they're being fed their diaper dinner, but this new system will let them strap the sissy into a potty chair which will collect all of her poo and pee, prepare it, combine it with a nutrient liquid and then pump it through a feeding pacifier. The best part is that the pacifier is equipped with our latest SissyTec computerized micro system. It monitors the flow of the mixture, which controls the pump. The sissy has to suck and swallow at a constant rate. If she stops or slows down, the pump forces more into her mouth and she has to swallow it or gag. After a few sessions of choking and having the disgusting stuff dribbling out their nose, they get the idea and after that they can be fed endlessly.

You see, the whole problem of turning a useless husband or nasty little boy into a simpering sissy was how much time the mommy had to spend on training and management. SissyTec makes it easy for her. All she has to do is use one of our automated products and go about her business. Like the Punishment Potty. We can provide a closed-circuit television system so that she can watch her sissy suffer from anywhere in the house while she relaxes or invite a few girl friends over to enjoy the sissy's total submission and humiliation live or on videotape. Speaking of videotape, where is that Patty, she was supposed to be here by now with the new products. Oh well, little Stephie babykins isn't going anywhere, are you diddle dum?

While we're waiting, did I ever tell you about our new line of SissyTec Domestic Training products? No? Well, take a look at the new catalog. See, they are all based on our SissyTec micro-motion sensor. It's the same technology that we use in the baby products Stephie is going to be demonstrating, but adapted for those mommies who want to punish their sissies by turning them into maids. I wish that we had thought of that for Stephie, but she is too far gone into babyhood now. Then again, she's served her purpose in promoting the sissy baby line. Isn't iddle widdle Stephie wephie the cutest piddle poo ever. Eww, Mom, she's got a load in her pants again! I should speak to our lab about putting something in the formula to cut down on the smell. Oh, I guess you're right. Having a stinky diaper makes being forced to be a sissy baby even more humiliating. Maybe I should have them work on making it smell even worse? Hah!

The idea came from one of our clients. It seems that her husband was the president of a big company. One day she went to his office to bring him some papers she needed signed. His secretary wasn't at her desk and his door was closed. She didn't want to walk in on him, if he was in a meeting, so she pushed the intercom button on the telephone to tell him she was there. Instead, she got an earful of his grunting like a pig while his secretary screamed for him to fuck her in the ass harder. She went home in shock and called her sister. After she calmed down, they decided to get even with him. Turns out, her sister was a doctor, a plastic surgeon, who specialized in gynecological reconstruction for women who had undergone cancer treatment. She had her own bad experience with her ex-husband and hated men, so she was more than willing to help.

Their first idea was to castrate the bastard, but they needed a plan to get away with it. The sister suggested they check the internet to see if there were any other women who had similar experiences and see how they handled it. That was when they found our SissyTec website. The sister called me and they flew out here to meet with us about creating a plan to transform the macho man into a simpering sissy girl. The doctor came up with the idea of using an experimental cancer drug she had read about that causes temporary memory loss. It could be given orally and had a cumulative effect, so he would get more and more demented, until his wife could have him declared incompetent. Then she could get appointed as his guardian and take over control of him and his company. After that, they would use our products to train him.

The plan worked perfectly. The wife mixed the drug in his coffee before he left for work. At first, it just seemed like he was distracted, but by the end of the week, he was so disoriented that he couldn't get himself dressed and after a few more days, he was a zombie, unable to feed himself and with no control over his bladder or bowels. Just like the women wanted, he was reduced to a drooling baby who had to be kept in diapers. The doctors were all baffled. The drug didn't show up on any of the tests they ran and all they could come up with was that he had some type of nervous breakdown. They recommended that he be institutionalized, but the wife and sister pretended they could care for him at home.

The best part of the whole plan turned out to be the wife's discovery that her husband had been stealing money from the company and hiding it in secret bank accounts. There were millions, ironically, which allowed her sister to give up her medical practice and devote her considerable medical talent to making him a sissy. They discharged his own doctors and her sister took over his medical care. Now he was totally in their power. First, she performed surgery on his bowels and bladder to make him permanently and irreversible incontinent. He would have to be in diapers for the rest of his life. Then she altered his vocal cords so that he would have a high-pitched little girl's voice and reconstructed his tongue to give him a sissy lisp. The sister wanted to turn him into a bimbo, with big collagen filled pouty lips and huge boobs, but, on our recommendation, they kept him looking masculine. After all, a sissy is a male who has been feminized. However, they still wanted to go through with their original idea to cut his balls off. After all, those nasty male hormones are not good for sissies. That was when we developed the SissyTec DollyMaker.

The doctor was a wonderful addition to our technical staff. Together, they came up with a modification of the neural stimulator implanted in patients for pain control. It keeps the sissy's cock in a permanent - and frustrating - erection. Without balls, the sissy could never come, but a stiffy in her panties, or in this case diapers, morning, noon and night, would be a constant reminder of her infidelity and her lost manhood. How perfect. Actually, with some further development for sissies with all their original equipment, the doctor has been able to implant the device under the skin and run electrodes to the nerves that control ejaculation. It can even be radio controlled, so mommies can make their sissies get a hard on and come whenever they want to be amused or set it on automatic and have their sissies spurting like Old Faithful to keep their panties soaked with cum.

I wish I could have been there to see his face when he woke up and found out what his wife and her sister had done to him, but they did videotape it for me. His expression was priceless. After the shock of finding himself restrained and being told that he was now completely under their control, he started cursing them. Of course with the adjustment that was made to his vocal cords and tongue, it came out in a little girl lisp that had the two women laughing at the pathetic sissy. They warned him that from now on he was to address them as Mistress and if he said one more word without permission, they would fill his mouth with liquid soap, showing him a large bottle of Joy. Of course, he kept cursing them. His wife pinched his nose closed while her sister poured in the soap. He bubbled and frothed as he was forced to swallow it. There's nothing like a tummy full of detergent to shut up a sissy.

Once he quieted down, the women told him about their plan. He was going to be their sissy maid and any attempt to escape or even the slightest disobedience would result in immediate, severe and excruciatingly painful punishment. The soap was just the beginning, as he was about to find out. And by the way, they taunted him, you won't be needing you balls anymore, so we cut them off! But, don't worry, because we put something in their place that will make you have a permanent hard-on. Wont' that be so nice for your bimbo secretary who likes to get fucked in the ass? Oh no, wait a minute, according to the police, she disappeared. Actually, we used some of your money to have her kidnapped and sold to a brothel in Asia. They assured us that her hot little butt hole and all of her other openings will be kept quite busy. Aren't you just so happy that at least one of you will be having sex morning, noon and night? Now, now, don't look so sad. Big girls wouldn't want to have sex with a sissy who makes poopies and pee pees in her panties.

It turns out the wife and her sister were quite creative. They wanted their sissy to be in diapers, but not to deal with the mess. We suggested a disposable pull up training pant that the sissy could change herself, but they thought it would be too comfortable and convenient. Instead, we developed the SissyTec PottyPanty for them. Here it is in the catalog under baby wear. See, we combined the tight elastic leg cuffs and waistband of a panty girdle with a transparent vinyl panty. It is loose fitting, so it can hold quite a load. The fun part is you can watch as the sissy baby fills it up and then moves around with the disgusting brown liquid sloshing back and forth. Not only that, but the sissy is constantly exposed to its irritation. If the mommy wants to punish her sissy, all she has to do is make her sit in her own potty contents until she has a wicked case of diaper rash. Either as a regular routine or when the mommy finally does want her sissy to be cleaned up, the mommy can make her sissy empty out her potty panty, wash it and put it back on.

Even better, check out the next page. These women were determined to spare no expense in punishing their sissy. They had us add a vent at the back of the panty with a tube which runs up the sissy's back under her costume, behind her neck and under her hair to a Y which passes over each ear and ends in clear plastic piece that fits in her nose, so she constantly gets to smell what's in her panty. Then, to top it off, we modified our baby formula to make the sissy bloated and gassy. That way the sissy not only waddles around with the nasty load in her panty, but she's treated to the constant noise and smell of her bubbly farts. Ickle widdle baby sissy Stephie should be very happy that her Mommy Penny keeps her in real diapees.

Once the sisters had broken down their victim, they proceeded with the intense sissification program we had devised. You are no longer a man, they told him. You are a sissy maid whose only purpose in life is to please her mistresses. From now on your name is Pansy. You will walk, talk and act like a sissy girl at all times. You will not speak unless directed by one of us and you will obey us instantly and without question or suffer the consequences. You have already seen that we have complete control over you. If you think that a mouthful of liquid soap was bad, imagine what else you could be forced to swallow. And the surgery I have performed on you, that is just a small sample of what I can do, if you don't behave. Do not even think of escaping. The Sissy Tec company that developed the training devices also sold us an automatic spanking machine that we can put you in and turn your ass into raw meat.

Or perhaps you would prefer a good old-fashioned enema. Actually, it is a new fangled enema, because SissyTec also sold us its EneMatic. I am sure that you will get a chance to become acquainted with it. After being strapped into the enema seat, a great big inflatable nozzle is shoved up your ass. Then the solution is pumped in. We can set the amount for a cleaning or to expand your insides until the pain is unbearable. We can also set how long you have it in you. SissyTec tells us that an hour two of wracking cramps is enough to turn the most resistant sissy into a little lamb. Even better, the pump can be set to drain and refill the enema solution multiple times. "Set it and forget it," is what SissyTec tells its customers, although as a doctor I wonder how many times a sissy can stand to have her intestines inflated and deflated before there is permanent damage. Then again, who cares, she laughed.

The doctor took out a hypodermic and filled it from a vial while the sissy watched in terror of what was in store for her. Pansy, knew better than to speak, but shook her head and looked imploringly at his wife. Oh, don't make such a fuss, she told him. It will do you no good. Besides, this is just a tranquilizer to keep you quiet while we complete your transformation. With that, the doctor stuck in the needle and pushed the plunger. Almost immediately Pansy's eyes glazed over and she went limp. Now then, she said, lets get her PottyPants on before she makes any more of mess and then the rest of her maid's costume.

After having been fed intravenously while she was drugged for the last few weeks, Pansy's weight had dropped and she had lost a lot of muscle mass, so she already looked girlish. Even so, the doctor decided to start her on a high dose of injected female hormones. Without balls, they would make him even more docile and also be very effective in keeping him slim and feminine, with nice little breast buds and sensitive nipples that the women looked forward to torturing. They got him up easily and began to dress him. First came the SissyTec ControlCorset, an ingenious device we have developed to use in place of the conditioning butt plug that little Stephie so dearly loves to have up her ass. Don't you, Auntie Jessica's darling sissy baby girl? The conditioning corset is the foundation - hah, that's a SissyTec joke, get it, corset, foundation? - anyway, it's the basic unit of our high tech Sissy Development Initiative or "SDI" - hah, that's another SissyTec joke, SDI, starwars, sissy? Really Mom, you need to stop changing poopy diapers and get out more.

Here it is on page 5 of the SissyTec catalog. See, the corset is form fitting spandex and Lycra material with metal boning that goes from the hips to the chest. The closure system is a unique SissyTec design. We use heavy-duty fiberglass strapping, the same as the packaging material they put around boxes, which wraps around the corset. The ends have teeth that lock into a buckle in the back. A hex key fits into a winding mechanism in the buckle, which pulls the two ends together. There are six straps, which can be easily tensioned to tightly constrict the corset. This system is so much easier and quicker than hanging the sissy from a bar while yanking and tugging to lace her corset. In fact, the key wind system can exert so much force with so little effort that we have to warn our customers about suffocating the sissy by making the chest to tight or causing abdominal damage from nipping in their waist. Another great feature of the closure system is that once it is tensioned, there is no way for the sissy to release it without the key. That's important for the training function of the corset.

The metal boning sits against the skin and acts as a conductor for the built in neuro-stim unit. The control module is molded into a silicone breast form that fits in one of the bra cups and the other cup has a matching silicone breast form with a high capacity rechargeable battery pack. You know, we believe that sissies shouldn't have real breasts. Otherwise, they are transsexuals and not sissies. The breast forms are only b-cups and give them a nice girlish figure. At SissyTec, we are always trying to adapt the latest technology. In the old days, training a sissy meant spending hours and hours with a crop, whipping the sissy to modify her behavior. We incorporate the same TASER that the cops use instead of guns. The unit produces a high voltage electric current that shocks the subject. On full power, it will disrupt the nervous system and cause temporary paralysis. At lower settings it produces anywhere from a painful sting to writhing spasm. You can see how effective the corset can be in training.

The mistress has a small radio control unit that activates the neuro- stim in the corset. She can set it for any level of pain for any duration. We also have perimeter sensors for doors and windows that will drop the sissy in her tracks if activated. That lets the mistress control where the sissy goes and eliminates the possibility of escape. Even better, the conditioning corset can be used with our SDI computer to direct the sissy through a pre-set routine. For example, see on the next page of the catalog, you can order the Swish program, the Swallow program, the Self-Abuse program and a whole bunch of domestic training programs. Very expensive, but effective. Of course, the sisters, being very rich, bought them all.

The sisters continued to dress their tranquilized sissy. Of course, they had purchased a large wardrobe of SissyTec's finest outfits. For Pansy's coming out party they chose a bright pink taffeta baby-doll dress. It had a lacy white nylon ruffled collar and short puffy sleeves with matching lacy white nylon ruffles at the openings. Underneath the dress was a short white nylon ruffled petticoat that puffed out the dress. The dress was A-line and very short, coming to just below her hips, so that the PottyPants were fully exposed. Of course, sparing no expense, they had the front of the dress embroidered with "Pretty Sissy Pansy" in a flourish script and decorated with little red hearts and white flowers.

What to do with a sissy's hair is always a problem. In the stories the mommies and mistresses take their sissies to the beauty salon, but really, how many women would be willing to go to jail for helping to transform a helpless man or, even worse, a child into a sissy, if what they had done was discovered. Even if you could find such a woman, she couldn't be trusted not to blackmail you or betray you. The best solution is to remove the sissy's own hair and dress her in wigs. Wigs also allow the mistress to have a wide variety of different colors and styles without the muss and fuss of hairdressing. The sisters agreed.

SissyTec makes it easy. We have developed a cream that not only removes the hair, but kills the follicles so it doesn't grow back. The sisters shaved Pansy's head and then applied the cream. Next they used a permanent surgical adhesive to attach three wide Velcro strips to her scalp. A beautiful strawberry blonde shoulder length human hair wig with large ringlet curls was secured on her head and a pink hair band with a large pink bow on top was added. She was beginning to look more and more like a precious little sissy girl dolly. The sisters smiled at each other.

Next they applied the cream to Pansy's arms and legs. The massive doses of female hormones the doctor was going to inject into her would keep her face nice and smooth. White opaque nylon knee high stockings with lacy white nylon ruffles at the top were pulled up, followed by pink patent leather Mary Janes with a large gold heart buckle and four inch stacked heels. Finally, white nylon wrist length gloves with lacy white nylon ruffles at the cuffs were put on her hands. We can also supply mittens, but the sisters wanted Pansy to be able to use her hands to do housework. Besides, with the neuro-stim corset, there was no worry about her getting into any mischief.

Finally, the doctor used a surgical needle to pierce Pansy's ears and put in studs with large pink hearts while the wife applied Pansy's makeup. Dark pink lipstick in a cupid bow, dark eyeliner, pink eye shadow, finely plucked eyebrows in a high arch, a pale foundation, large pink spots of blush on her cheeks and long feathered black eyelashes completed the sissy girl dolly look. Oh, and of course, pink nail polish and toe polish. The sisters stood back and admired their work. They smiled again with the thought that nobody would ever recognize this pathetic sissy as once being a big, important executive. He would spend the rest of his miserable life being punished and humiliated for what he had done. The doctor then injected a stimulant to wake Pansy up to her new life.

While the stimulant was bringing Pansy around, the two women guided her to a chair and sat her down. Since she no longer had bowel or bladder control, her PottyPants had been filling up while they were dressing her and the collected mess made a delightfully disgusting squishing sound as she plopped down on the seat, smearing it all over her backside and coating the clear vinyl with a brown film. Both the noise and the feeling produced a wonderful surprised expression on the sissy. Yes, the sisters reminded her. You have quite a load in you pants. Get used to it, because that is the way it will be from now on.

At first Pansy struggled against the tightly constricting corset, then, when she realized that her efforts were futile, she spoke out, asking the women why they were doing this. Of course, with her surgically altered tongue and vocal cords, it came out in a silly lispy little girl voice. The wife told her that it was a fair question and she was entitled to an answer; but for speaking without permission she would also receive a punishment. As to why, it was because as her husband he had betrayed and hurt her, for which she fully intended to get her revenge. As to his punishment, she would be given a demonstration of how the control corset worked.

The doctor came forward and showed Pansy a small digital remote control. At SissyTec, everything is the latest technology. The corset, she explained, was wired to produce an electric shock, from painful to excruciating and, at its highest setting, would completely disrupt his nervous system. To demonstrate, she set the control on level 1 and pushed the activation button. Pansy jumped. That is the conditioning setting. There are 10 levels, each more painful and more disabling. This is three, she said. Pansy's eyes went wide as she saw her finger press down on the button. Instantly, she was shuddering and twitching as the charge hit her and after a few seconds, slumped down in the chair. The two women held her up, while the doctor revived her with an ammonia capsule under her nose. Would you like to find out what a higher setting feels like, the doctor asked menacingly.

Of course, it was a trick. Pansy was so dazed that she forgot she was not supposed to speak with out permission. As soon as she said no, the doctor increased the level to five, laughed and hit the button. Pansy went into violent convulsions, her muscles in agonizing spasms. When she was again revived, her will was gone. She just sat with a completely blank expression. Good, said his wife. You have learned your first lesson. Instant and complete obedience. Now then, she went on, my sister and I both have control units. Even the slightest resistance or even hesitation will be dealt with severely. Do you understand? This time Pansy figured out the trick. She nodded her head. Good, said the doctor. Look at the windows, they are all barred. And look at the door. That device above it is a SissyTec security system. The red light means that it is armed. If you try to open the door, it will automatically activate the highest setting on your control corset. You are free to find out for yourself, but I assure you that it will be more agony than you can bear. Accept the fact that escape is impossible and that your only hope for even a tolerable existence is to please us as our sissy maid. Now, it is time to start your training.

The two women lifted the limp sissy to her feet and steadied her. Walk, the wife ordered. Pansy took a hesitating step, only to discover her high heels. She immediately lost her balance and toppled over. The two did nothing as she fell painfully on the floor, losing control of herself and sobbing like a baby. Get up, you silly sissy, the doctor told her. You cared for nobody but yourself, and now we care nothing for you. Get up immediately or you shall suffer. Still sniffling, Pansy struggled to her feet and stood wobbling. You liked women in high heels, his wife reminded him. Now the shoes are on the other foot aren't they, she laughed. These are only the beginning. When we are finished with you, our mincing little sissy will be wearing much, much higher heels. Now walk. This time the sissy managed to keep her balance as she was guided along.

The sisters had us install video cameras throughout the house, so they could always keep an eye on Pansy. As with all of our SissyTec products, they were state of the art. Both the cameras and the security system are activated by a microchip that the doctor had implanted under Pansy's skin when she performed her other surgery. Once the small incision healed, there was no way she could find it, even if she knew she carried the key to her captivity, or avoid activating the systems by her presence. All of the sissy's activities were recorded on videotape, so that the sisters could enjoy watching her at their leisure. They have been kind enough to send me copies as an expression of their appreciation.

Pansy was brought into a bathroom. This is your new home, she was told. Against one wall was a sink and against the opposite wall was a tub. The floor was covered with white rubber tiles and the walls and ceiling were mirrored. There is no toilet, the doctor told her, because you use your PottyPants. There is no bed either, said the wife. You will sleep in the tub. Your comfort is of no interest to us. Besides, by the time you finish your maid's work, you will be too exhausted to care. If not, we can always find more for you to do, added the doctor. You will see that there is a large drain in the tub and a hand held shower for you to use to clean yourself up. The ammonia from the shit and piss in your pants will give you a terrible diaper rash if you sit in it long enough. If you please us, we will allow you to empty your PottyPants and clean yourself. Otherwise, you will find the itching and burning to be very, very uncomfortable.

You can't see it, but the PottyPants have a vent in the seat. It can be connected to a breathing tube that is inserted in your nose, so that you constantly get to smell the stinky mess. Even better, the vent can also act as a drain. Sissy Tech thinks of everything. Instead of a breathing tube, the PottyPants can be clipped on a pole and a feeding tube can be attached. Wouldn't you like to eat a pantload of your own shit and piss? No? Are you sure? One of your favorite expressions used to be, "Eat shit." Perhaps you should have been more careful about how you spoke. The doctor stepped forward. Do not move if you know what's good for you. She pulled out the waistband of the PottyPants and stuck her hand in, swishing her fingers around in the thick brown mixture until they were coated. Then she pulled her hand out. Lick it off, she ordered the sissy. Lick this disgusting mess off my fingers right now or else. She held up the control unit. It is still set on five. And after your recover, we will start again, although double the amount. Pansy looked imploringly at the wife, who stared back without pity. Then she turned, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. The smell and taste made the sissy gag, but with the doctor's finger on the control button, she had no choice. Keep going until every drop is gone, the doctor directed. Finally, the fingers were cleaned to the doctor's satisfaction. I should let you enjoy the taste longer, she told the sissy, but I have to spend more time with you and I don't enjoy potty breath, so you may brush your teeth and rinse your mouth. You will find a toothbrush and toothpaste next to the sink. Pansy rushed over and scrubbed her mouth out.

Now then, said the wife. Each night before you retire, we will undress you. We will remove your control corset and replace it with a control collar. It is not as sophisticated as the corset. It has only two setting, 1 and 10. The training level will wake you up at the required time and direct you through your chores, until we refit your corset and select your outfit for the day. You know what the level 10 is for and what it will do to you, so be very careful. The SissyTec computer that manages the sissy development program can't distinguish between intention and accident. Once you trigger the system, you will suffer the consequences regardless of how or why it happened. There are no excuses and no second chances.

Each morning at eight o'clock, the wife went on, the collar will wake you up. You will have thirty minutes to get yourself ready. You must empty your PottyPants in the tub and then use the shower to clean them and yourself. There is baby lotion and protective ointment in the medicine cabinet above the sink. Our kindness in providing these soothing preparations depends on your good behavior. You will then put your PottyPants back on. At the end of the thirty minutes, the collar will give you a reminder and the alarm will be deactivated. You will have one minute to leave. If you do not leave within that time, the alarm will reactivate and you will have to wait for one of us to release you. Of course, you will be punished. For your first offense, you will spend ten minutes on the SissyTec PaddleWhacker. Each time after that, another ten minutes will be added. SissyTec tells us that after thirty minutes, a sissy's butt will be so badly bloodied and bruised that she can't sit down for a month. We are looking forward to finding out if that is true, said the doctor with an evil grin.

The doctor whispered in her sister's ear. Oh my goodness, the sister said, I almost forgot the most important part of your morning and night time routine. The SissyTec AutoDildo!

I have to say, Mom, I am really proud of our AutoDildo. See, its on page 1 of the catalog. The computerized sissy development program is quite an accomplishment, but to improve on something that's been around since Adam was away and Eve found out that sticking a piece of wood in her pussy felt good should get me the Nobel prize, if they gave one out for sex toys. A lot of the mistresses who buy our products were kind enough to loan as their sissies to test it. You know, there is nothing better than starting off your workday listening to a room full of sissies all moaning and squealing as they get their asses reamed.

According to our research, one thing that turns a sissy on when she gets fucked in the ass is opening and closing her asshole. A second is feeling the dildo deep inside her. See here in the catalog, the AutoDildo has a wide base that tapers to small seat, just big enough for the sissy to rest her butt. In the center is the anal probe. It looks like a stack of golf balls with large egg at the top. The head guides the shaft up the sissy's ass and then can be inflated. We got the idea from enema nozzles. The mistress can set the size to fit her mood and her sissy. At full expansion, it is about fist size. Then, as the shaft moves in and out, the balls ripple through the asshole, like love beads being pulled out, but continuously. The mistress can also control the speed and the depth of penetration. Oh, and just for fun, the probe can be programmed to vibrate, oscillate and pulsate in any combination, so that sissy never knows what to expect. All together, when optimally adjusted, we found that five minutes on the AutoDildo will drive a sissy crazy with lust and have her spurting like a fountain. In fact, we recommend using a condom on them while they ride, so they don't make a mess and can be rewarded with their own cum when the session is over. Then again, it assumes they have balls, which Pansy didn't.

Where is Patty with the new products? Hang on for a minute while I call her. Well, I should have figured. Boris wanted to come and she had to wait for him. Dr. Boris Krasnov is the head of our research and development department. He is an engineering genius who was the head of NASA's microelectronics program, until they found a load of sissy porn on his computer at work and he was fired. Of course, as soon as I read about his situation, I knew he was just the pervert for SissyTec. It has worked out fabulously. He gets into his work in every sense of the words. The whole SDI program is his invention. And I'm not surprised that he wanted to see precious little Stephie model the new products. He's drooled over her in some of the catalog shots and he is very anxious to introduce himself. Or more accurately introduce his dick into her ass. Even better, Paul's coming too. He's in charge of installation. Quite a craftsman. And quite a cocksman too. Boris may have enthusiasm, but Paul has size, at least that's what I hear from the customers he has done work for and gotten to play with their sissies as a reward.

Ah yes, little Stephie sweet cheeks. Two nice men who want to make love to your behind. Won't that be every so much fun. Much better than Nana Margaret's finger or your dildo. First Boris will fuck you and then when he's ready to come, you can suck his shitty dick and swallow his load while Paul takes over and keeps your loosened up asshole busy. Then you can have another nice big shitty dick to suck and gobs and gobs more of delicious spermies to fill up your sissy tummy. In fact, Mom, lets remember to put on her crumb catcher bib. You know, the one with the pocket at the bottom. I'm sure she won't be able to swallow the whole load and we can spoon feed her what dribbles out. Mmmm, I can see from your expression you just can't wait. But we need to have you model first.

Anyway, to get back to what I was telling you about Pansy, the sight of the AutoDildo was just too much for her. The former big shot executive started to quiver and broke down sobbing, finally seeing the symbol of what was to be her lifelong degradation and humiliation at the hands of the two merciless women. The wife walked over and slapped her hard across the face, then again and again and again, until the simpering sissy was staggering on her high heels. Stop that this instant, the wife commanded her. Stop or I will give you something to really cry about. You remember another of your favorite expressions, "Go fuck yourself." Well, from now on, that is exactly how you will start and end your day.

Each morning before you put your PottyPants back on you will come over here and sit on the shaft, taking it fully up your ass until your butt is resting on the seat. The dildo is Teflon coated, so no lubrication is needed and it is easy to clean, which you will do by licking it off after you finish. Of course, you have no privacy. Every room has a video camera and you are constantly under our surveillance. Even when we are not watching, it is all recorded on videotape and easy to review. The AutoDildo is, as the name says, automatic. We do not have to be bothered supervising your using it. The base has a digital scale that activates the dildo when your full weight is resting on the seat. There are also handles built into each side that you must pull up on at the same time. These features make sure that the shaft will be fully and completely up your ass for the full five minute session. If you release the handles or lift yourself off the seat, the dildo stops and will not restart until you are properly in position. Of course, it also resets the timer for another five minutes. And one final warning. The AutoDildo is tied into the security system, so the alarm will not turn off until the full session has been completed. That means you cannot enjoy too much extra riding on it or you will not be able to leave within the required time.

The wife added, we have also decided to allow you to thank us for using the device. The video cameras have microphones and we expect you to say in your best sissy voice: "I am a sissy girl who loves to have a great big dildo in her ass. Thank you mistresses. I will be an obedient and submissive maid to serve you." You will repeat that over and over during your ride. The AutoDildo can be set from a six inch to a twelve inch stroke, the head can be inflated to the size of an orange while it is in you and the speed can be adjusted from gentle to jackhammer. If we are pleased with your performance, your session will be tolerable. If not, then we will fuck you so hard your sissy brains will drain out your ass. We do wish there was time for you to take your first ride now, and lose your cherry, laughed the doctor, but we have many other things to show you about your new life. Perhaps we shall make up for it by doubling your time on it tonight. We shall see how well you can control yourself for the rest of your introduction to being a sissy maid.

The two women told Pansy to turn around and to walk towards the door. The poor terrified sissy tottered forward on her high heels. The wife reached to open the door. Wait! said the doctor. The wife turned to look at her with a puzzled expression. My dear sister, you forgot to deactivate the door alarm. As much as I would have enjoyed seeing little miss poopy panty hit with a maximum charge, knocking her senseless and having her in a daze for the rest of the day will be a waste of training time. The wife shrugged. Of course, you are right dear sister. She used her control unit to shut off the alarm.

I see you are eyeing the control unit, said the doctor. If you have any idea in your sissy head about overpowering us or trying to get your hands on one of them, forget it. Before it will turn off the security system, you have to enter a code. On the third failed attempt, the system will be triggered and also, like all security systems, there is a panic code, so there is no way for you to make us use it. Nor can you escape by removing the control devices or disabling the alarms. The corset and collar require a special key to unfasten and the alarms are all activated by the SissyTec computer which is in a secure room with an independent power supply, so even a power outage will not turn off the system, and the sensors have an anti-tampering feature that will set off the maximum charge, so there is no escape. You will forever be our sissy girl maid.

Now then, walk. The sissy hesitated, obviously worried that the alarm was not really off. The doctor turned and gave her a vicious slap across the face, knocking her backwards into the wife, who forcefully shoved her through the open door, stumbling and slamming into the wall, then slumping to the floor, bruised and bleeding. The doctor went over and grabbed her by the throat, choking her as she pulled her to her feet. Pansy stood gasping and trembling. That is the first and last time you disobey us. If we say eat shit, you eat shit. If we say fuck yourself, you fuck yourself. And if we tell you to walk, you walk and you keep walking until we tell you to stop. Do you understand me you stupid worthless sissy, the doctor said menacingly. The next time you do not obey me or my sister instantly, I will drop you with a level 10 charge and keep it up until that disgusting brown slop in your PottyPants boils.

Now then, she repeated, walk! The sissy staggered forward, barely managing to keep her balance. Stop! ordered the wife. The sissy froze. Do I need to remind you how a sissy walks, she asked? Now try again. Pansy began to take little mincing steps. Stop! ordered the wife again. You will start your sissy movement training with the SissyTec SWISH program, but you might as well begin to practice. You are to swivel your hips and wiggle your ass as you walk. You are also to hold your hands out with the fingers extend and your wrists limp, waving them as you go. Now, start again. Pansy moved ahead hesitatingly, trying to coordinate all of the different motions. No, no, no. Stop! the wife told her. You are to swivel and wiggle. I want to see your hips swaying from side to side like a hula dancer and your butt jiggling like a bowl of jello. Now start again. The sissy concentrated and began to flounce, swish and mince, her dress swirling and her petticoats rustling. Better, but more hand motion. There, keep it up, the wife encouraged her.

As Pansy paraded down the hallway swishing like a total faggot, the two women looked pleased with how well their plan had gone. Despite his macho attitude, he, or rather she, was completely dominated and under their control. Quite an accomplishment in just a few weeks. And, if I might proudly add, quite a compliment for SissyTec's products and expertise in turning problem men and boys into submissive sissies. As they reached an open doorway, the wife ordered Pansy to stop and go in. Of course, concentrating on her walk and movement, the poor sissy was unprepared for the sudden change of direction and barely managed to keep her balance as she stumbled through the door with her wrists flapping and petticoats flying.

This is the kitchen, said the wife. A room in which you have not spent much time up to now. We have dismissed the staff, the doctor told her, since you will now be responsible for all of the housework, as well as attending to our personal needs. She laughed at what she had in mind. As soon as you are released from the bathroom in the morning, you will come straight here. I remind you that your movements and actions are constantly monitored by the video cameras, so we will immediately know if you make the slightest deviation from your routine, for which, of course, you will be severely punished. We do not expect you to have any cooking skills, but you will prepare us a breakfast of coffee, toast and orange juice. For the next few mornings, one of us will be here to get you started. After that, we expect you to serve us in our room precisely at nine o'clock, which will give you thirty minutes to prepare our food.

You will also have your own breakfast during that time, added the wife. Of course, you will not eat our food. In the refrigerator you will find a container of SissyTec NutriMealX. She opened the door and took out a large plastic container, then took a clear glass bowl from a cabinet and a metal spoon from a drawer. She removed the lid of the container and spooned out pink mush until the bowl was filled to the top. This is your breakfast and dinner. You will be too busy with your maid's work for lunch. You are to eat one full bowl at each meal. No more and no less. She dipped the spoon into the bowl and loaded it up, then held it up to the sissy's mouth. Eat, she ordered. Knowing the consequence for hesitation, Pansy opened her mouth and the wife shoved in the spoon. She made a face as she swallowed it. The women laughed. You didn't really expect it to taste good, did you, the wife taunted her; but SissyTec assures us that the mixture contains what is necessary to keep you healthy. Now finish it, the wife said, handing her the spoon. What they didn't tell her is that in addition to the nutrients, the X mixture also contains a diuretic and laxative to keep the sissy's PottyPant's full, hormones to continue her physical feminization and, most importantly, a mild tranquilizer to keep her docile and compliant. You may also drink as much water as you want, but nothing else, she was told. As I'm sure you figured out, Mom, that was no favor either, since the more she drinks, the more she pees in her pants.

After Pansy had finished eating, she was told to lick the bowl clean. Good practice for your other cleaning duties, the doctor remarked. Walk, the wife said. Pansy immediately put down the bowl on the counter and started towards the door with a panicked look. Oh, you are such a silly sissy, said the doctor, as they went out the door and back down the hallway. This room does not have an alarm. You are free to come and go as you please through most of the house as your maid's work requires. The video cameras will keep track of you. However, the exit doors have security devices. So do the areas in the house where you are not allowed and you may well have a very unpleasant surprise if you go poking your little sissy nose where it doesn't belong. They came to a staircase. Stop, the wife said. Up the stairs. Of course, that was another challenge for the new sissy in her high heels. She held onto the railing as she cautiously worked her way up.

I do hope you learn to do better on stairs, the doctor said. You will be bringing up our breakfast tray and we will be very, very cross if you spill any or do not arrive exactly on time. Oh yes, she added, you must make sure that the coffee is hot, the juice is cold and that the toast is still warm from the toaster. If we are not pleased with our breakfast, I assure you that you will not be pleased with yours either. A cup of what's in your PottyPants will be added to each of your meals until you get it right. They arrived at a closed door. I am sure you recognize what used to be your bedroom. They directed the sissy inside and had her stop at the foot of the bed. While we are having our breakfast, you are to pick up our panties and suck and lick the crotches clean. That is the closest you will ever come to a pussy again. They two women laughed. Then you will take them into our bathroom and wash them thoroughly, since we do not want any of your disgusting sissy slobber left on them. After that we will dress you as our sissy maid.

Oh, good. The truck is here. Let me finish the story quickly, while Patty and the men are unloading. Pansy was told about her new life as a sissy maid. After she was dressed, she would begin her housework. She was to do housework from the time she left their room until five o'clock, when she was to go to the kitchen for her bowl of mush. At five thirty, she would start the laundry and ironing and at eleven thirty she was to return to the bathroom, where she would clean herself, ride the AutoDildo and at twelve o'clock the lights would go out, which meant it was time for her to sleep. It was up to her how to get her work done in the time she had, but the women would make regular inspections. If they found anything wrong, she would get a demerit and ten demerits meant ten minutes on the PaddleWhacker. Also, they warned her, she was never to rest or relax. If they should see her slacking off, she would get blasted, followed by thirty minutes on the EnaMatic with an ice cold solution that would have her doubled over with cramps.

I see Patty is ready. Let me just tell Boris that he can't wear Stephie out until after we finish the video. He can help Peter until then. Set up the camera over there, Patty. We'll need the still camera too for the catalog shots.

Anyway, the two women were thrilled with how well our SissyTec SDI program worked. In a matter of weeks, Pansy had been conditioned into absolute mindless obedience. In fact, the wife told me that one day they ran out of toilet paper. As a punishment, they made Pansy lick the shit off their asses and she didn't even hesitate, although afterwards they decided that was much too intimate contact for the sissy to have with them. And there is more. After a while the doctor got bored and performed some really radical surgery on Pansy to turn her into a living doll; but that story will have to wait, because we really need to get going or poor Boris will blow his load in his pants and spoil Stephie's fun.

Mom, you need to take off Stephie's diaper and put in the conditioning butt plug. No, Mom, not the old one. We have a brand new space-age one. It's in the white box over there. That's it. See, it is stainless steel with a bulb at the top to hold it firmly in place. The model you have been using is plastic and only has a few contact studs on the plastic body. This one is all metal, so it spreads the charge over the entire surface. Not only that, but the battery is higher capacity and it has three levels of discharge instead of one. And see the disk at the base. That threads into the bottom of the shaft like a cap, for easy access and, best of all, the surface is in contact with the soggy diaper, which spreads the charge over the sissy baby's butt and around to her balls and dick. We estimate that it is about five times more painful than the old model. Okay, lube it up and shove it in. Then put her diaper back on. There you are my darling little sissy model. Isn't that great big plug up your tight little sissy baby ass so nice. Mmmm. Give Auntie Jessica a great big goo, goo to say thank you. That's my good little pissy sissy poopy panties.

This is the SissyTec SassyCart. The design is based on a baby walker. The sissy is placed on the seat and the restraining strap is fastened. Then the cover slides back to prevent her from releasing herself. See, the latches are on the underside, so she can't reach them. It is all operated by an on board computer. The walker has a sensor that can tell when it is moving. If the sissy stops walking, she gets a low level warning shock. If she does not begin moving within six seconds, she gets a second higher level shock and if that is not enough, then ten seconds later she gets blasted with the highest level charge. At that point, the sissy is either exhausted or unconscious and there is nothing to be gained by further punishment, so the system goes into rest mode for fifteen minutes, then resets to the lowest level to get the sissy going once she has recovered. A mommy can put her sissy in the cart and leave her for ten minute or ten hours. She will have to move around and around the room to prevent being punished with a shock. Of course, after a while she will get tired, especially if she has been weakened with muscle relaxants like baby Stephie, and it is very amusing to watch her struggling as she gets hit with the first few warning shocks. Each of the wheels has a brake. They can be adjusted to make it even harder for the sissy to move, which both wears her out faster and, for those mean mommies who love to see their sissy baby suffer, makes it a certainty that she will eventually stop and get electrocuted. There, see Mom. Stephie just got her first reminder and is moving again. Another benefit is that with the butt plug sealing her ass, the baby can't crap in her diaper, so she gets constipation cramps. There Patty, get that shot of Stephie with her face all scrunched up as she tries to keep the cart going.

Mom, You need to change Stephie's diaper before we do the next video. From the look on her face, she's got quite a load bottled up by the butt plug. That new design really does the job. I would recommend that you put on your rubber apron before you pull it out. With all that pressure, she's going to be a little shit volcano. Then clean her up and bring her back. The installation should be complete and she should be rested enough to put on a good performance.

Oh, good. Is ickle widdle sissy Stephie all ready to play with Auntie Jessica's nice new SassyJumper? All right, first we need to get her into the parachute harness. It's all military grade nylon webbing with carbon fiber rings and buckles. Nothing but the finest for SissyTec products. You know, it might be cute to make a jump suit to go with it. Hot pink with lots of white ruffles and lace. The sissy army wants you! Hah. The easiest way is to lay the harness on the floor and stand her in the leg openings. Then you can pull it up and over her shoulders and buckle her in. It clasps in the back, of course, so the sissy can't reach it. Okay. You see that we've installed a ring in the ceiling with a cable that attaches to the harness and there's a platform underneath it to stand the sissy on while you hook it on. Then you remove the step and the sissy is suspended.

This is really my favorite of all the new sissy conditioning products. The cable is a bungee cord. You can see that it supports most of Stephie's weight, so she's dangling just above the floor. This red heart shaped box - isn't that a cute touch, we really do go all out at SissyTec - is the microcomputer motion detector. It locks on the two studs on the chest piece. There, we're ready. The Jumper works just like the Cart. The sissy must keep moving to avoid setting off the conditioning plug, although in this case she has to jump up and down. Normally, the cord picks up most of the sissy's weight, so it does not take much effort for her to keep bouncing. However, we have lighter cords that hold less weight and require more work, so the sissy wears herself out faster and of course gets punished more often.

This remote control activates it. Since the sissy babies have lost most of their ability to think for themselves, the mommy needs to get them started or they'll just hang there. Patty, you can start the video. Talk to her, Mom. Ohh, widdle sissy baby Stephie is going to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy for Nana Margaret. See, wheee! That's Nana's good girl, kick those legs. Up, up, up and down, down, down. That's Nana's sweetie sissy. Oh, no, don't stop. You know that the nice big dildo Nana Margaret shoved up you sweet little sissy butt will give you shockies if you do. Ouchies. Better start jumping. There, see, so much fun for the sissy baby and such good exercise. You'll be one hungry sissy for all the nice men's spermies you're going to swallow soon.

Excellent, Mom. Speaking of feeding her cum, I can't keep poor Boris waiting until she gets tired or his balls will probably explode. He's one horny Russian. See the three buttons on the remote: green, yellow and red. We need to show what happens when the sissy doesn't respond to the warning discharge. Press the yellow one. Wow, look at her convulse. Her arms and legs are flapping, her eyes are rolled back and her head is wobbling. That's why I like the Jumper best. With the Cart, the sissy is supported by the seat and most of her is covered; but with the Jumper, you can see the full effect. Another thing I like about the Jumper is that the crotch strap pushes on the plug's butt plate, which not only keeps it in contact with the soggy diaper, so the charge spreads, but as a bonus with every bounce the plug gets driven into her by the force of the cable pulling up on the harness. Okay, Stephie's coming around. Mom, get her started bouncing again and Patty will take a few stills. Then Stephie can entertain her boyfriends. Won't having all those nice dicks to fuck and suck be sooo much fun for our little darling sissy. You can thank Auntie Jessica later for arranging your yummy reward.

That's a wrap as they say. Mom, you need to unload Stephie again. Then give her a couple of cycles on the EnaMatic. I'm sure she'll start draining from both ends before Boris and Paul are finished, thanks to the SissyTec NutriFormulaX. It sure turns sissy babies into little pee and poo factories; but at least they can get off to a clean start. Hah. Geez, Mom, really. Get off? You know, cum. Clean start? Not start fucking her with shit up her ass? Go ahead and get started and there'll be a couple of hard-ons waiting for her in the nursery. Its up to them, but I would suggest that you have Stephie sit on Boris's cock while she sucks on Paul's dick, then, when Boris is ready to blow his load, have them switch places. Remember to put that bib with the pocket on her to collect what she can't swallow. I'll be in the kitchen with Patty having coffee and you can join us when you're done.

Good lord. Listen to the noise they're making. You'd think they were servicing a harem instead of humping one sissy baby. Men are such animals. They think with their dicks. That's why it's so easy for us women to dominate and control them. Good thing too, or SissyTec wouldn't be so successful. I owe a lot to Stephie being such a loser as a man and Penny going along with my turning him into a sissy. Then again, if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have turned her into a baby. Sissy girls are much more fun. I'm sure that somewhere deep down inside Stephie, she still realizes that she was once a man; but as a little girl she would be much more aware of what has been done to her and what is being done to her.

See here in the catalog, Mom. It's just not baby products. We have a whole SissyTec line for girls too. They use the same technology, but they are more fun because the sissy can interact with them. Turn to page 21. That's the same red heart shaped computerized motion detector as the Jumper, but it's attached to a nylon bra that goes over the sissy's costume. It has the same adjustable locking strap system as the control corset, so it fits snugly and can't be removed without the key. Turn the page. That's the SassyHorse. It's a rocking horse, although not the old fashioned kind that has rockers. It's the modern version that is attached to a frame by springs. The seat has a weight sensor, like the AutoDildo. The sissy has to keep riding her horsey until her mommy turns it off. Of course, the bouncing movement drives the control butt plug into her and we've modified the motion detector, so that it can be set for how fast she has to ride, and how hard she has to work, to keep from getting shocked.

Now turn to page 23. This product is another of my favorites, the SassyChair. It's a regular rocking chair, although it also has a weight sensor in the seat that prevents the sissy from getting up. Making the sissy girl rock for hours doesn't seem like much, but while she's rocking, she has to play with a chatty doll or stuffed animal that comes with it. Inside them is the same type of voice activation switch used in handheld dictating machines. Not only does the sissy have to keep rocking and rocking, but she has to continuously talk to her toy. Nowth thith ith my widdle thithy dowwyt and sheth soo pwetty. I just wuhve my widdle thithy dolly to pietheth. Watching the sissy girl rock for hours and hours while talking and talking in her best sissy lisp is most amusing for the mommy and most tiring for the sissy.

Well, things seem to have quieted down in the nursery. We might as well take a peek and see if little sissy baby Stephie has a tummy full of jizz. Holy cow, look at her. There's cum all over her face, dripping out of her nose and running down her chin. What's with you guys? You been saving up for a month or what? A couple of days. No way! What? You really had a good time with her and can you visit her later. Boy, you'd think you two had never fucked a sissy baby before. Really? Butt fucking her while watching her suck cock is a turn on? Okay, but I think your little friend here has just about had her asshole and lips worn out. You need to give her a rest. How about this. We have a couple of more products that she needs to model, so you can come back in a few days and have another party. Sound good. Oh, don't look so disappointed. Tell you what. There's quite a lot of cum in her bib. You can feed it to her while we pack up the video equipment. Can you dip your dicks in it and stick them in her mouth? We'll, I was going to fill up her nursing pacifier with your second hand sperm, but I guess that's just as good. Go for it.

Well, that was a fun time. Did little Stephie wephie like having those nice men's dicks in her ass and swallowing lots and lots of their yummy spermies? Is sweetie snookums little rosebud all stretched out from the attention it got. Oh look, there's still lots of icky sticky cum on her sissy face and lips. Mom, why don't you take her into the nursery and wash her up. Then give her a bottle of NutriFormulaZ, with the sedative in it. I'm sure that after playing with the boys she could use a nice nappy poo. Penny will be home soon and I'd just as soon Stephie was out of the way for a bit, because I have a couple of things I need to talk to her about.

Hi, Sis. Thanks, as always, for letting me use Stephie to model the new products. No, she was a little angel. We got just what we needed and so did she. Huh. No, umm, we didn't hurt her. Just a little different type of stimulation. Okay, okay. A butt fucking, cock sucking, cum swallowing party with a couple of the men who were here. She'll be fine. Really. Well, she'll probably be burping up cum and her pooper may be a little tender for a few days. No, go ahead and check on her and then we can talk.

Where's Penny, Mom? Oh, she wanted to finish giving Stephie her bottle? I don't know why she doesn't use the feeding pacifier. The whole idea of SissyTec products is that mommies and mistresses don't have to waste time training and managing their sissies and she insists on the old fashioned hands on method. I guess her maternal instincts outweigh her common sense. Next thing you know she'll be wanting to take our lactation drug so she can nurse her. Well, actually that may fall in with what I have in mind.

What? Finish the story about Pansy while we're waiting. You want to know what the doctor did to her. Oh, all right. First, you have to understand that SissyTec only supplies products. What the women do to their sissies is none of our concern. Some treat them very well, like Penny. Some really hate them and treat them severely, like the two women I was telling you about. Second, you have to understand that, although I enjoy abusing Stephie, I do not approve of mutilating a sissy beyond castration and piercing. However, after the two women turned Pansy into a submissive sissy maid, the doctor became bored and devised a further punishment. She set up an operating room and taught her sister the basics of being an anesthetist, so she could assist her. Then one day, instead of the usual hormone injection, the doctor gave Pansy a sedative.

To begin with, permanent makeup was applied with a tattoo needle to give Pansy a doll's face, with bright pink puffy collagen filled lips, pink blushed rounded collagen filled cheeks, stenciled black eyebrows, hot pink eye shadow and black eyeliner. Her top and bottom lids were trimmed to make her eyes look bigger and extra long, feathered eyelashes were permanently sewn on. To complete the doll look, the doctor gave her a tiny button nose. Moving down her body, the doctor removed the lower ribs on each side so that her waist could be constricted to eighteen inches. Although giving Pansy a permanent erection was enjoyable at first, putting her potty pants on and taking it off with it sticking out was a nuisance, as was keeping it clean, so the doctor amputated it and left her with just a little pee hole. She did leave the stimulator that had replaced her balls, so that Pansy felt a constant erotic sensation with no way to relieve it. Finally, she wanted her to have dainty little feet, so she removed Pansy's little toes and also shortened her achilles tendons, forcing her to wear very high heels that kept her foot in a ballet point. If all of that wasn't enough, Pansy's thumbs were amputated and her fingers were grafted together to make them look like a Barbie doll's hands. She could still use them, but without thumbs and individual fingers, it was much more difficult for her to do her work, which of course was just what the women wanted.

Like I said, Mom, I don't agree with going that far. But of course, none of the other mistresses are surgeons. Actually, that brings us to what I want to talk to Penny about. Would you go and see what's keeping her, please. Never mind, here she comes. Hi, Sis. Is Stephie in sissy baby dreamland. Good. Now, take a look at page four of the SissyTec catalog that shows our new products. See that one? The DentaGag. No, no. I don't want to permanently seal Stephie's sissy mouth. Just take out her teeth. No, Sis, that wouldn't be cruel at all.

The biggest problem with a creating a sissy is keeping her healthy. All of the punishments are meant to be extremely painful, but not to cause her permanent injury. The last thing a mommy or a mistress wants is for their sissy to need medical attention. I mean, you can't just bring a sissy to the doctor's office or a hospital for treatment. Maybe in the sissy stories they are sent to school, taken out shopping or paraded around town to humiliate them, but that's fiction. In reality, the last thing you would want is to bring attention to what you've done. That's why we are very careful to prepare our NutriMeal and NutriFormula with everything necessary to maintain proper nutrition. Stephie's been on that stuff for years and her mind is gone, but her body's healthy. However, her teeth are real chore to take care of.

The NutriFormula has a high sugar content, which means you have to be very careful about brushing Stephie's teeth. We can't just drop her off at the dentist's if she gets a toothache. I was telling Mom about these two sisters who turned one of them's husband into a sissy maid. The other sister was a doctor who solved the dental problem by extracting all of her teeth. She had a denture made, which not only gave Pansy, that's the sissy's name, a perfect white smile that added to her doll look - oh, sorry, I'll explain about that later - but also simplified her nightly and morning routine. We have come up with a product that can do the same thing, but much easier and safer. SissyTec really does make better sissies though technology, even if I do say so myself. Jessica pats herself on the back for being a brilliant business woman. Yeah? Well you don't seem to mind the millions I've made, so don't laugh.

Anyway, we use a white ABS plastic dental tray with a hole in the center. When it's in place, it looks like the mouth on the Betsy Wetsy dolls we used to play with when we were little girls, remember Sis? The ones with the little opening to stick in the nipple on the water bottle that filled her up and made her pee in her diaper when you squeezed her. Hmm, now that I think of it, I wonder if that's where I got into sissy babies. Nah. That was a girl doll and its only fun to do it to boys. Not your fault after all, Mom. Hah. The tray is filled with a special epoxy cement. It's the same stuff they use to attach the heat shield tiles to the space shuttle. It is incredibly sticky and once it hardens there is no way to remove it. We also supply an antibiotic rinse, to get rid of any bacteria and prevent decay under the coating. After the epoxy hardens, the tray is bonded to the sissy's teeth and her jaw is permanently cemented shut. She is fed through a tube that goes into the hole.

Not too many of our customers want to gag their sissies for the rest of their life, but we've sold a few. However, the real beauty of the DentaGag is that we've come up with a chelating drug that can be added to the epoxy. Oh, sorry. You'd think I was a techie the way I talk sometimes. Chelating means to chemically remove a substance, in this case it's the calcium from the teeth, which causes the roots to shrink. After about two weeks, you yank the tray out and all of the teeth come with it. Pretty neat, huh. No blood, no pain and no teeth. For sissy babies who only drink formula or eat soft baby food, like Stephie, we recommend keeping them toothless. The bare gums enhance the baby look, while making the sissy feel even more helpless and infantile. And if a mommy did want to breast feed her sissy baby, which I really don't recommend, because it is a gigantic nuisance to go around with big leaky, milk filled titties. Got the picture Penny? Good. It is much easier on her nipples.

Why do I care whether Stephie has teeth or not? I don't. I'm a business woman. All I care about is having her model the DentaGag. I assumed that you wouldn't want her permanently gagged and when the tray comes out, so do her teeth. I was just explaining the practical reasons for making her toothless, so you would let me do it.

Hang on for a minute, that's my cell phone. Hello Karl. No, I don't know if we will have another group of sissies for you to experiment on tomorrow. Yes, I understand. I do, I really do. Your mind control research is important to me too. Karl, you need to talk to my secretary Diana. She's in charge of scheduling. If you told her to get you more sissies I'm sure she did. Now calm down. Please, Karl, speak English. I can't understand you when you carry on in Russian. Karl, Karl. Listen to me. It's not like we can call up an agency and have them send over a bunch of sissies. We have to take what we can get. Okay, you don't have to shout. I get the point. No, Karl, no, no, no, nyet. I can't kidnap people off the street for you. We're a legitimate business, not the KGB. What? Oh, right. Sure, you never worked for the KGB. Uh huh. Moscow University. Right. Listen, Karl. I really have to go. I will see you at work in the morning.

What? Oh, that. No, Mom. We're not doing government work. Honest. No, that's the truth. Well, yes, of course; but lying to you about losing my virginity doesn't count. No thirteen year old girl tells her mother that she seduced her math teacher. Okay, I was a little slut; but I'd rather have him fuck me than flunk me. Besides, if I told you, you would have done something stupid, like have him arrested for statutory rape. Then I wouldn't have been able to blackmail him for the rest of the year. Not only did I get an A, but he paid me quite a bit of money to shut me up about the couple of minutes he had his little wienie in me. It was the first of many good business decisions that have gotten me where I am today. No, Mom, just because I got good grades doesn't mean I had sex with all my teachers. Sure, a blow job here, a hand job there and that dyke high school gym teacher who liked her sweaty pussy licked. Sorry, you're the one who started this conversation. So who's Karl? Dr. Karl Dropovitch is a brilliant Russian psychologist who I hired to head up our ICBM project. Oh, ICBM stands for inter- cranial brain modification. Yes, Mom, it's a joke too. Karl was the director of the KGB's program to get information from Western agents by manipulating their minds. Of course, he denies it. When the Cold War ended, the government closed down the research and wanted to get rid of the evidence, including Karl. He escaped and came here pretending to be a college professor. I doubt he is legal, but then what SissyTec does isn't exactly legal either. So, you see, the Feds are the last people I would want around.

Well, yes, Penny, what Karl is working on is sort of like hypnosis, but that has never been a reliable way to control a person. Hypnotic commands aren't permanent and can be affected by basic emotions. Mom, remember when you went to that hypnotist to try to stop smoking. You quit for a while, but you were nervous and irritable and eventually you started again. What Karl has been working on solves those problems. After years of research, luckily, most of it paid for by the Russian government, he has found a way to use a combination of drugs and electrical stimulation of the brain to reprogram a person's mind. Instead of weeks of discipline and training, we can create perfect sissies in an hour. Unfortunately, there still is a problem. That is why Karl is so anxious to continue his experiments. The treatment creates sissy robots, like the Stepford wives. Where's the satisfaction in that?

For example, remember the DiaperWiper I showed you earlier. Oh, right. You weren't here then, Penny. Well it's an automated device that collects the contents of a sissy baby's diaper and prepares it to feed to her. Yes, I know, you wouldn't ever do that to your precious little Stephie. Good thing Mom feels that way too. Okay, okay. I promise, Sis. Girl Scout's word of honor. Stephie doesn't eat shit. But what if, just what if mind you, Stephie really liked poo pudding. What fun would it be to feed it to her? Get the idea? What Karl hasn't worked out is how to create a subconscious compulsion to be a sissy with a conscious revulsion at what's been done to them.

Oh my, look at the time. I have to get back to the office and make a telephone call. No, of course people aren't still working at this hour. Not here anyway. I have to call the Far East. SissyTec is working with a very wealth group of Malaysian businessmen who have purchased their own island and are building a world class sex resort. Somehow they were able to have it declared an independent country, so nothing that goes on there is illegal. It will serve a very exclusive clientele and they want us to indulge their most bizarre sissy fantasies. I am really excited about developing the sissy area of the island, but Sissy Island is another story.

Mom, I have to go out of town for a week and I need you to water my plants and feed the cats while I'm gone. No, no. I'm not in trouble. Remember, Sissy Island? Well, it's the grand opening. I'm really excited. All the things we can't do here, well they're legal there. There's a sissy nursery, a sissy nightclub, a sissy theatre, even an international sissy beauty pageant. I asked the people who were running it if there was any limit to what could be done and they told me only the ability of the client to pay. If he wants to fuck a camel and can afford it, the only question is one hump or two. Hah, Mom. That's a joke. Fuck a camel. One hump or two? Seriously, if the client's fantasy is to make love to an African pygmy, for the right price they'll get one. Remember when Karl was having a hissy fit because I wouldn't kidnap people off the street for him to turn into sissies. Well they do that, sort of. The island advertises for workers all over the world. Great pay and benefits, so they promise. Then when the people get here, they use Karl's mind control program to turn them into willing sex slaves. I've got sissies up the ass there. Or up their ass and they're as happy as can be about it.

The other great thing about Sissy Island is that the clients don't have to use our sissies. They can bring their own and use our facilities. We've already got over a dozen pampered prissies from all over the world signed up for our first beauty pageant. Of course their wealthy masters and mistresses can't wait to show them off and they're going all out to win. We have our own high fashion sissy designers working night and day on outfits and our sissy beauty salon is completely booked. And you know what really surprised me, which takes some doing after what I've seen at SissyTec, some of our clients want us to turn them into sissies. Not permanently of course. I mean, can you imagine the head of an international company dressed in a baby doll outfit, sitting in a playpen and going goo goo and gaa gaa with a big stinky load in his diaper.

Oh, and Mom, I'm so glad that Penny has finally gotten tired of Stephie and agreed to let me bring her to the island as an addition to our nursery. It seems our Asian clients have a taste for American sissy babies. I'm sure that her mouth and asshole will be quite popular and, even better, now Auntie Jessica can add poo pudding and potty juice to her diet. And now that you don't have to babysit for Stephie, you can come with me on my next visit. I think you'll really enjoy our first sissy theatre production. It's a wedding, with a sissy flower girl, sissy bridesmaids and, of course, a sissy bride. If the amount of cum dripping out of the sissy waitresses mouths from the audience that watched the dress rehearsal is any indication, it will be quite a hit with our customers.

There's something else I wanted to tell you too. What was it. Oh, yeah. Remember Pansy, the sissy doll? Well I told the people I'm working with about the doctor that did the surgery and they were very impressed. They want her to create a sissy zoo for the island. Sissy kitties and doggies and who knows what else that are too bizarre for my taste, but, like I said before, it's their island and they can do whatever they want. Is Pansy going to be on the island too? You'd like to see her? I afraid that's not possible. We've kept it quiet, because it isn't good for business, but there was an unfortunate accident. As far as we could figure out, she had an exhausting day trying to button a blouse with no thumb and no individual fingers and she fell asleep on the AutoDildo. There was an equipment malfunction and, instead of turning off at the end of her ride, it went to maximum speed, maximum penetration and maximum size, as well as vibrating, oscillating and pulsating. The poor sissy was literally fucked to death. Not a bad way to go for a sissy, I guess. Anyway, the sisters wisely had her cremated and after saying their final farewells, they flushed her ashes down the toilet.

That's the limo to take me to the airport. I'll see you in a week. Why can't you come with me? Well, for one thing you weren't invited and for another I need you to take care of my apartment. A job for you on the island? Why, Mom? You don't need the money. No, Mom. You can't stand on the dock and say, "Da plane, boss, Da plane." That's a TV program and besides, they didn't have any use for the African pygmy after the client finished with him, so they gave him the job.

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