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Lilly in Jester prison by InmateVal, literature
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Lilly in Jester prison
In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…
A Prison of My Own Making by beanz65, literature
Literature
A Prison of My Own Making
A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket. My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not
Alice and Akiko enjoying the evening. by KneelingTall, literature
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Alice and Akiko enjoying the evening.
Alice (35), an elegant woman with flowing brunette hair, and Akiko (32), a confident woman with a playful smile, are sitting on a plush couch, nestled in each other's arms. The room is adorned with sophistication, and a gentle glow emanates from the fireplace. The naked slave walks over to the bar and pours a generous amount of brandy into two crystal glasses resting on a nearby coffee table. Akiko delicately holds a lit cigar, the fragrant smoke curling into the air. The slave kneels and offers the women the brandy served on a large silver platter. Alice, smiling with a look of contentment on her face turns to her girlfriend and says "There's something truly indulgent about this moment, Akiko. Savoring fine brandy, wrapped in the embrace of these luxurious furs." Without truly payng attention Alice flicks her cigar's ashes into the slave's open mouth. Akiko smiles and takes a sip of of her brandy, leans over and kisses Alice on the cheek. "Absolutely, Alice. These coats are a
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 10 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 10
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 10 David spends hours in hellish servitude to a woman he fears. CW: Femdom, CBT, Brainwashing, Humiliation and Collar/Leash. I stood frozen on the doorstep of the house of the woman I never wanted to see again. She stood there in a black leather jacket over a short black dress. Her green eyes burned with dominance and sadistic hunger. She stepped aside and pointed me into her house. Beth handed her my leash. "Be nice to him, Anna. He is a sweetheart!" The black haired woman looked at Beth with a grin. "I hope he had a nice time with you, because I have some big plans for our time together." Beth gave her an exasperated groan but smiled. "Well, I tried. Bye Daisy!" And with that, she got in her car and drove away, leaving me alone with this terrifyingly heartless woman. "Inside." And hearing her command, I entered. Her house was decorated in a modern style, with obscurist art displayed on the walls. It was very clean, and I wondered what she had in mind for me. She led me through her house and into the basement. My jaw dropped, and my stomach lurched when we entered the basement, and I saw it was a full BDSM dungeon! The walls were painted red and there was a cage, a spanking bench, an Andrew's Cross, a wide variety of paddles, flogger and riding crops hanging on the walls and a full length black wardrobe. In the cage, there was a woman in a skin-tight black latex suit cowering at our approach. "Strip. You won't need those ridiculous clothes in here." I stripped down right there with Anna, unlocking my shoes and dress for me. Soon, I was in nothing but my wig, my huge fake breasts, and my chastity cage. "Now to make you presentable." Anna went to the wardrobe and started handing me things to put on. Everything was black latex and she put me in a posture collar, a corset and a black thong with an attached cock shaped butt plug. The collar forced my chin up and dug the collar deeper into my neck, the corset was tightened to the point that I could hardly breathe and the thong wedged the plug deep into my butt. I had never had anything… up there, so the pain and discomfort were greater than I could have expected. "Just a few more touches…" I was horrified to see her approach me with a red ball gag, nipple clamps and ankle cuffs attached by a chain. The clamps were tightened tighter than I had felt before. The sensitivity adhesive made waves of pain shoot up my chest. If they were on my bare nipples, they would have drawn blood, but with them on my fake boobs, they could safely send tormenting pain that made my eyes water. The cuffs were added to my ankles and I realized the chais was only about 2 inches. When everything was on, Anna stood before me. "Kneel." I knelt down, my bare knees on the cold smooth cement floor. "Let me make your place here crystal clear. In that cage is Kitten. She is my live-in slave. She cooks, cleans, bathes me with her tongue and acts as my toilet. She is your superior, because in this house the lowest female is superior to even the richest, most successful male. As a male slave, you are the lowest form of life. Is that clear?" I nodded and tried to reply, but the gag made it so I could only mumble incoherently. "Good. Now, I paid for you to have some more… inventive fun than I could in Kathy's home. Your first task is to walk the whole length of the basement in a straight line. Your hands will remain at your side no matter what happens. Understood, Daisy?" I nodded again. Anna opened the cage and let Kitten out. "Kitten, your task is to prevent Daisy from accomplishing her tasks today. Anytime you succeed, you will get to punish him any way you choose. Are you ready?" Kitten nodded and looked at me with sadistic joy. "Yes Goddess." My blood ran cold. This bitch was using the object of her sadistic torture against me! "Alright Daisy, begin." I stood up and walked toward the opposite wall. Kitten walked away from me and I kept going thinking she was going to let me pass. I touched my forehead to the back wall and turned around to walk back. Kitten was standing right behind me. I tried to step around her, but my instructions were clear. I stepped into her, and she grinned. She grabbed the chain connecting my nipple clamps and dragged me over to where Anna was sitting on what looked like a Gothic throne. "He failed Goddess." Anna nodded. "Then do what you wish with him." Kitten giggled as she dragged me to a support beam. She attached a leash to it and used a d-ring on my posture collar to secure me to it. She then grabbed an electric zapping wand. "Okay Daisy, try not to get zapped!" With that, she zapped my exposed butt. I yelped into my gag and tried to run away. Unfortunately for me, between the ankle cuffs and leash, I could only wobble laps around the pole. Kitten chased me, cackling in delight as she repeatedly zapped my butt, thighs and back. No matter how I tried to avoid her, she was always right there. I heard Anna laughing from her throne at the show that was being put on for her. After what felt like hours, I felt Kitten's arm wrap around my neck and hold me still. "This is what you get for failing." I felt her hot breath on my ear as she laughed and held the wand inches from my metal chastity cage. I screamed into my gag and tried to shake my head 'no' but the posture collar robbed me of my ability to plead with her. We were facing Anna and she nodded to Kitten. Then I felt an excruciating shock run through my cock, balls and thighs as she touched the wand to my cage. She held me there and repeatedly shocked my cage about 50 times. I was whimpering and shaking by the time she stopped. Anna clapped from her throne. "Good girl Kitten. You showed that stinky boy who's in charge! Daisy, your next task is to jump on one foot 100 times." And so the afternoon went. I was given menial task after menial task to accomplish while Kitten dominated, humiliated and punished me for my inevitable failures. I was relieved for the first time ever seeing Kathy as she walked down the stairs. She chuckled as she saw me tied to the spanking bench with my cherry red butt being assaulted mercilessly by Kitten and went and sat on Anna's lap on her throne. "My my, it seems like you use maid services differently." Anna chuckled. "True, I concentrated more on the 'full service' aspect of things." The two chatted for about 10 minutes, leaving me in the… capable hands of Kitten. Finally, she stopped at Anna's command. Kathy walked up to me and undid the straps holding me to the bench. "Time to go. This bag has your boy clothes. Get dressed." She spoke with a gleeful tone that I hadn't heard before. She seemed very excited about something. My head was clouded as I redressed, went to Kathy's car and rode back to her house. Sitting in the car was terribly uncomfortable from the plug, the zaps, the spankings and the inventive variety of torments I had suffered that day. Kathy was humming along with the music on the radio as she drove. When we got home, she turned off the car and faced me with a malicious smile. "Daisy, this is a big day for you. I had a phone conversation with your mother today that will mean big changes for you. So as you speak with her tonight, you will affirm everything I told her, thank her for being supportive and take any actions she suggests. Understand?" My stomach fell as I nodded. Kathy giggled. "Then what are you waiting for? Go home. I'll see you tomorrow, Daisy." I opened the door and walked into the house, realizing how late I was getting home. Mom and Jenna were sitting in the living room as I entered. Jenna stood up and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear. "Kathy texted me and told me to say PHASE 2." I felt a program activate in my head. I shuddered as I realized what this meant. Kathy had done it. She was getting what she wanted. Mom hugged me too. "Please sit down." I sat between her and Jenna. "Kathy called me today. She said you had a major breakthrough today. She said you've made a decision about your life going forward. Do you want to tell us about it?" I watched the answer come to my mind and I tried so hard to stop myself from saying it, I begged and pleaded with myself to resist, just this once! But in the end, the programming won. "Yes. These last 2 weeks of being useful and getting in touch with my feminine side have shown me a truth that I never wanted to admit. I like panties, I like cute skirts and dresses and stockings. I've always wanted to be a good girl, but since I couldn't, I ended up being a bad boy. But I want to be a girl now. I want to be your daughter, Daisy." Mom's eyes welled up with tears as she hugged me. "If it will make you happy and keep you moving forward, I'm happy to accept you!" She hugged and reassured me for another half hour. I finally was able to go to bed, after mom promised to use the money my 'cleaning service job' had earned to take me shopping for an all new wardrobe that weekend. She seemed so happy, which made me happy in a way. As I lay in bed, I heard a knock on my door. Jenna entered. "So, you're my sister now? That's pretty funny. Kathy really trained you well huh?" I looked shocked as a smile spread across her face. "Oh, did I forget to mention that Kathy has kept me in the loop? You really were an annoying brother, but as an obedient sister/maid? I can get used to that!" Jenna blew me a kiss. "Goodnight sis! See ya tomorrow!" I laid there, resigning myself to my new fate. ________________________________ Kathy sat in her living room drinking a celebratory glass of wine. Daisy was all buy hers now, and that left one fewer boy messing with her women's world. A thought entered her mind. "What's the name of that disrespectful boy who lives up the street? Ryan? Maybe tomorrow I'll give his mother a call…" The End.
a shocking announcement. // levi by HumanitysShortest, literature
Literature
a shocking announcement. // levi
"I believe all of you might be wondering why I've gathered you here tonight," Commander Erwin's calm voice silenced the mutters and whispers that came from the cadets and squad leaders seated in the mess hall, the smell of herbal tea and coffee lingering in the room.
During dinnertime, Erwin has ordered that no one leaves the mess hall, for he was going to make an announcement that would change how things work in the Survey Corps. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, wanting to know what exactly is that announcement the commander was about to say.
"So? What is it?" Captain Levi was getting a little impatient, his fingers plac
