It seemed as if I had just fallen asleep when my alarm clock startled me awake again. I slowly swung my legs off of the hard cot and began to prepare myself for another day of service to my Master and Mistress. Although I had been taught to appreciate their allowing me to serve them, I dreaded this day because of what they were planning to do to me. If they carried out their plan to have the cruel chastity device attached to my tiny sissy clitty, I knew I would never be able to enjoy the thrill of even a "sissy" orgasm again. Instead, any sexual excitement would only cause pain rather than delight. Oh how I would miss the thrilling rush of ecstasy when my clitty would spit out its "sissy juice". In place of the joy of the past, the milky slimy fluid would now become just another embarrassing inconvenience as my biological need to void it would cause it to constantly dribble from my "wee wee tube" into my panties. I silently prayed that my Master and Mistress would relent in their decision, but knew in my heart that they would not change their mind.

After dressing in my pink, "day uniform" with its extremely short skirt and tight bodice that prominently displayed my developing breasts, I walked to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for my Masters and carried the heavy tray to my Master's bedroom door upon which I knocked. After being told to enter, I was surprised to see that both my Master and Mistress were almost fully dressed. After wishing them a good morning, to which neither acknowledged, I set the food out on a table and assisted them both with their chairs. While they conversed about a number of things, I stood silently nearby with head bowed, one leg slightly in front of the other and hands folded together demurely in front. "More orange juice, bitch", my Master said, and I rushed to the kitchen to get it. I had no sooner returned with another full glass, when Mistress Jennifer said, "Me too", and I retraced my steps again.

Sometimes they would not even say what they wanted, but just snapped their fingers and pointed to their empty coffee cup. Even though the steaming pot of coffee may have been only a few inches from their fingers, it was my role to serve it to them.

After finishing their breakfasts, my Master said, "Well my little sissy slut, today is the day that you are to be permanently 'fixed', ending, once and for all, any pretext that you may have about being a man. How does that make you feel?" I dropped to my knees beside his chair and said, "Oh Master, please don't do this to me. I've been good and have obeyed you always. I beg you, Sir, have pity on me. I.....". Without warning his right hand lashed out and with his open palm slapped my left cheek hard and then my left cheek with the back of his hand with equal force. "I didn't ask you whether you wanted the chastity device put on you, stupid! Your desires are of no consequence what-so-ever. I asked you how you feel about it. Now answer me or I just might tell the good Doctor to cut your little clitty and testies clean off."

With my cheeks burning and turning a bright red as a result of his hard slaps, I replied, "It makes me very sad, Sir".

Mistress Jennifer then said, "Now francine, there is no reason for you being sad. After all, it isn't like you are a man and this little operation is going to prevent you from having sex with a woman. It has been over four years since you made an attempt to enter me and failed so miserably. Didn't we agree then that it would be best for everyone's sake if you would start dressing and living the part of a feminized sissy rather than pretending to be a macho man? And since you were going to become a sissy she-male that it was only proper that I should find a REAL MAN to satisfy my sexual needs? And haven't I allowed you to share his wonderful physical assets, my little sissy slut? With your Master's big hard cock to worship with your mouth and take up your sissy cunt, what difference does it really make that you will be unable to get an erection? And as far as not being able to masturbate again, that is a naughty thing to do in the first place. Besides, every time you do that nasty thing, it uses up energy that could be of better use when serving your Master and Mistress. Understood, little sissy?" "Yes Mam", I softly replied.

"Good, then let's not have anymore of this nonsense about being sad. Now, while your Master and I finish dressing, I want you to take these dishes back to the kitchen and wash them. Then you can clean up the mess in the living, dining, guest bedroom from last night. By that time we will be ready to leave. Oh yes, one more thing! I want you to bring those rubber bloomer I gave you last night. Make sure that you wash them clean as I am sure that your little clitty must have leaked a lot of 'sissy juice' in them. Am I correct? Didn't you diddle yourself like a little child and have a nice girlie discharge thinking about how Master Jack's big hard cock fucked you up your little pussy-ass?" "Yes Mistress Jennifer", I answered, blushing with embarrassment, as I wondered how she could have known that.

After washing the dishes from last night and this morning, I straightened up the living and dining rooms. I was in the midst of changing the badly stained sheets in the guest bedroom when I heard Mistress Jennifer's shouting from downstairs, "Come along francine. You can finish your chores when we return. We are ready to leave, so get that panty wearing ass of yours down here NOW or I promise it a good lashing." I raced to my room to fetch the rubber panties from which I had already washed away any evidence of my girlish discharge and had dusted with a sweet smelling powder. After hurriedly stuffing them into a handbag, I raced downstairs as fast as my high heels would allow me.

As was the practice of my Master whenever I was taken from his house, he buckled a wide leather belt tightly around my waist and affixed my wrists in the metal cuffs which hung from short lengths of chain from its sides. Next he attached a wide leather collar around my neck and clipped a chain leach to the ring on its front. With a sharp tug on the leach which jerked my head forward, he said, "All right bitch, let's go", and led me out the door and to his car. After crawling into the back seat, he clamped a manacle, attached by a short heavy chain to the floorboard, around my ankle and slammed the car door closed. Any movement was extremely limited and I could not even scratch my nose or pull down my skirt which seemed to continually ride up on my thighs exposing my panties.

My Master and Mistress conversed continuously in the front seat, but nether of them said a word to me. It was like I didn't even exist. After about two hours of driving, my Master stopped the car in front of a tall iron gate upon which was a sign with the words "The Academy" written on it. After speaking into a microphone mounted on a post, the huge gates opened to allow the car inside and then clanged shut behind us. A narrow gravel road led to a large colonial style house which was set back so far that it could not be seen from the road on the other side of the gates. Driving the car to the rear of the building, my Master parked it in front of an entrance over which the words "CLINIC" was boldly painted.

After releasing the manacle from around my ankle, I was lead by the leach through the door and into what appeared to be a normal doctor's waiting room. A large woman, dressed as a nurse, was seated at a desk and upon seeing us said, "Good morning Sir and Madam. Welcome to the Academy Clinic. I trust this is your sissy maid whom you desire to be altered. The doctor is expecting you. Please come this way" She led us into an adjoining room where a middle aged man, dressed in white, rose from behind his desk to greet us. "How nice to see you both again. And this must be your little sissy, francine", he said with a sadistic grin on his face. "Although its feminine maid uniform certainly portrays his, or shall I say "her", primary function, I can also see that she is very willful as well. Or do you always allow your lowly servants to stand when in the company of her Masters?" Glaring behind himself at me, my Master yanked the leach sharply and said, "On your knees, bitch, and bury your face in the carpet. How dare you embarrass me in front of Doctor Kohl. When we get home, I promise you that you will suffer for being so disrespectful." I immediately dropped to my knees and pressed my face to the dirty carpeting as instructed. "Well I will grant you that the bitch is obedient, but you should really teach her better manners", the Doctor said. "Yes, I know. I guess I have been just too lenient with her lately. However, since the little whore has seen fit to take advantage of my good nature, I suppose I will have to be stricter in the future", my Master said as he placed his foot on the back of my head and crushed my face deeper into the carpet.

The Doctor then said, "In the interest of time, I would like to suggest that you allow Nurse Von Hess to prep francine for her little procedure while we discuss what little trinkets we will install on her. I have recently developed several charming devices which I am sure you will both find most interesting. I am afraid, however, that hearing about them will only upset francine. Since she does not have any choice in the matter anyway, I think it would be best if she were not present." "Sure that's fine with us", my Master replied. "Good! Nurse Von Hess, please take this little sissy bitch to 'surgery' and prep her for a peniostrophy procedure. Give her a dual evacuation, complete frontal depilatory treatment, and I believe a 20 cc injection of Valium will help her relax and become a more cooperative patient."

As I was led by my leach out of the room by the nurse, I could faintly hear Doctor Kohl casually saying, "Let me show you a few of our wonderful new devices which will allow you to keep your sissy within your firm control for as long as she may live. Now , watch what happens when you apply the least little pressure to this small ring. Once connected to a sissy's little clitty it will.......... The fading words of the Doctor was then replaced by the harsh voice of Nurse Von Hess as she lead me into another room.. Now my little sissy bitch, after I remove your cuffs and restraining belt, I want you to remove ALL of your clothes and hang them up neatly on the pegs set in the wall. Now STRIP, you fucking pussy boy and do it fast or I'll hasten you along with this dog whip."

I felt shamefully vulnerable as I walked back, completely naked, to where Nurse Von Hess stood gloating at me. Despite the great many humiliations I had suffered at the hands of Masters and Mistresses, being naked before a dominant always seemed to embarrass me the most. I tried to hide my personal parts as best I could by placing my arm in front of my budding hormone induced breasts and holding my other hand as a shield over my little sissy clitty. "You sissy-sluts really amuse me. You spend your days and nights sucking off your Master's cock or taking it up your tight pussy-ass while eating your Mistress' cunt, but all of you whores act like shy little virgins when you are told to take off your bra and panties. Oh well, I guess that 's just a sign that clearly shows you to be just a weak sissy fairy."

"So be it. Now climb up on this examination table. Just sit up on its end and let your legs dangle down. I'll do the rest.", she ordered. The table was made of shiny metal and was extremely narrow. Extending from the far end was a small leather covered extension which had a round depression in the center. Spouting out of each side from where I sat, were two metal extensions that appeared to have stirrups at their outer ends. "Now lie down and put your head on that leather cushion. Let your arms fall down the side of the table and thread them through the two sets of rings on each side."

I did as she directed. She then snapped two clips which were attached to the table to the rings on the sides of my collar, thus preventing me from raising my head from the depression in the leather cushion. I was unable to see her, but did hear the nurse move to the other end of the table and then felt her lift each of my legs and position my feet into the stirrups at the end of the metal struts. It then felt as if a wide elastic band was pulled around each ankle making it impossible for me to remove my feet from the stirrups. Next I heard her walk to the right side of the table and it sounded like she was cranking a small wheel. Immediately I felt the two rings through which my left arm was threaded begin to narrow until they gripped my wrist and just above my elbow. Repeating the same process on the other side insured that I would be unable to raise either of my arms to cover or protect myself in any way. I next felt a wide restraining belt being placed across my stomach which, shortly thereafter, pressed me hard against the table as the nurse buckled it tightly to each side of the table.

What happened next nearly threw me into a complete state of shock.. First I heard what sounded like an electric motor and then felt the metal leg extensions start to retract into the table dragging my legs back. I tried to keep them straight but could not resist the force of the motor as it relentlessly drew the extensions back. Held down to the table as I was, the only thing I could do was bend my knees as the motor continued to drag the stirrups and hence my feet toward my torso. When the motor stopped, my knees had been pushed up to my armpits totally exposing my personal parts at the bottom of the table. I began to moan and beg Nurse Von Hess to extend the stirrups to ease the pain in my legs.

My field of vision which had been of the gray painted ceiling only, suddenly was filled with the frightening face of Nurse Von Hess as she leaned over my face. "Quit making all that noise, bitch", she yelled at me. "It you don't shut up, I just might fill that big hole in your sissy face with a nice big castrated cock that will surely keep you quiet." Seeing that my pleas were falling on deaf ears and fearing what she might do if I continued to beg her, I stopped. I tried to ease the pain by sliding my body higher on the table, but all of the devices and straps held me firmly immovable and I soon stopped my ineffectual struggling.

The next thing I felt was a sharp pin prick in the cheek of my ass and then a burning sensation. Almost immediately I felt more relaxed and calm. As the injected drug continued to dull my senses, I felt a thick hard tube being pushed forcefully up my very exposed ass. To my detached state of mind, it felt rather pleasant and my thoughts returned to the preceding evening and the sensations when being reamed by Master Jack. But I was soon to learn that this hard tube was meant for a far different purpose than pleasuring me. I could feel the leading edge of the large tube start to expand as I saw, out of the corner of my eye, the nurse squeezing a soft rubber ball rapidly, sending air through a one way valve, up a narrow rubber tube into an expandable bladder which grew in size deep within my rectum. I tried to expel it but it soon became too large to fit through my anal ring, thus holding the large tube firmly in place. Next I felt her lift my "sissy clitty" and secured a thick rubber band tightly around its base. She then pushed a narrow catheter tube down the entire length of my urethra and drained my bladder fully.

The sneering face of Nurse Von Hess again filled my limited field of vision as she began to tell me what was going to happen next. With a wicked smile on her face and a sneer in her voice, she said, "Now my little sissy, you are about to receive a rather large and, I'm afraid, uncomfortable series of douche-enemas. The tube locked so firmly up your sweet little pussy-ass is connected to a pumping device which will very forcefully pump a metered amount of liquids into you. After a short period of retention, it will then suck it out and then just as swiftly refill you with another fluid and the process is repeated. You are scheduled to receive first, two quarts of hot soap and water mixture, next two quarts of clear warm water, to be followed by a quart of warm mineral oil, which when drained will be replaced with another quart of clear cold water, and finally a quart of lilac scented warm water so that your pussy hole will smell nice and sweet."

"Since it is very important that your little "dickey" is very flaccid and clean when your chastity device is installed on it, I have placed a nice tight constricting rubber band at its base to prevent it from receiving any additional blood should you become excited from all the handling you will receive during the procedure. Furthermore, I will pump a small quantity of cleansing fluid in and out of the catheter to help prevent any infection."

"And while all of this is happening, the depilatory cream which I have rubbed into your pussy bush and on your nicely developing breasts will be denuding you of all of your current nasty hair in these regions. Since these procedures "tend to be" a little uncomfortable for the patient, I think it would be wise to gag you and thus prevent you from disturbing the peace and quiet.' Dangling a pair of stained panties from a finger a few inches above my face she said, "Your Mistress was kind enough to bring with her the panties she slept in last night after she and your Master had a very enjoyable time together. Wasn't that considerate of your Mistress? Now you will be able to enjoy the rich salty flavor of your Master's potent sperm as well as the fishy taste of your beautiful Mistress' excretions, all at the same time. Now be a good little sissy and open your mouth nice and wide!" Knowing that resistance would be futile, I opened my mouth and Nurse Von Hess proceeded to fill it fully with the foul tasting panties.

A few seconds later I heard a dull whining sound and then felt as if liquid fire was being pumped up my ass. Every pore of my body seemed to open at once and I was literally bathed in sweat. Almost immediately, I felt sever cramps as the device pumped more hot soapy mixture into me. Unable to even scream in agony, I tried to dislodge the pipe from my ass but its inflated doughnut shaped end held it firmly in place as even more fluid gushed into me. Ever more painful cramp after cramp raked my body as I felt my stomach growing, much like a basketball when being inflated. I thought I was going to explode and despite the dirty panties wedged in my mouth, my moans were clearly heard but ignored. And then, as suddenly as it began, the incoming flow ceased. However, there was no relief from the painful cramps and searing heat as the tube was clamped close, not allowing a single drop of liquid to escape.

After about 5 minutes, which seemed like hours, I felt the liquid being sucked from me through the same tube that had filled me. The torturous cramping seemed to abate slightly as the tube drew the soapy mixture and everything else that had been in my intestines out. Totally exhausted by the ordeal, every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt limp and weak. However, my respite ended abruptly as I again felt fluid being pumped into me and the painful process began again. With all of my strength gone, I just laid there as the painful cramps returned to torture me.

By the time that the scented water was pumped up my aching ass, I did not care if I lived or died. It was then that I felt a new sensation, that drew my attention. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and burning in my penis and could feel Nurse Von Hess injecting fluid through the catheter tube that ran down its entire length. Thankfully, after a short period of time, it felt like I was peeing the fluid out. However, it was not long before she injected an even larger dose of the burning substance and then suctioned out again. I have no idea how many times the process was repeated but soon it felt like my little penis was continually on fire.

I never was never more thankful to anyone than when Nurse Von Hess withdrew the catheter from my wee-wee hole as she deflated the doughnut holding the torturous pipe firmly in my pussy-hole and pulled it out. My joy was short lived however because in place of the tube, she jammed a very large butt plug home while saying, "Just to make sure you don't dribble while the Doctor is working on you, we will just seal up your little pussy with a nice fat dildo, francine. Oh I bet that feels real good nestling in that nice clean cunt of yours. Now all that is left to do is clean away all that nasty hair and you will be ready for your pretty new body jewelry." As she wiped me with a damp cloth, I could tell I had been totally denuded because I could feel even the slightest movement of air between my legs and across my breasts and nipples. "Oh yes!", she said in an amused tone of voice, "NOW you really look like the cute little sissy you were meant to be.... all soft and smooth and without a single hair to mar your pretty breasts or tiny clitty. Even without your new pretty jewelry, anybody seeing you now could never mistake you for anything but a simpering little baby slut."

Nurse Von Hess had no sooner said this then I heard a door open and my Master, Mistress Jennifer, and Doctor Kohl entered the room. "How are you coming, Nurse?", I heard the Doctor say. "Fine. I just completed prepping her and she is ready when you are, Doctor", she replied. I then saw my Master's and Mistress' faces peering down at my upturned face. Mistress Jennifer then smiled broadly as she pointed to my lower body. "Oh darling, look at francine's little sissy clitty. Doesn't it look so babyishly sweet without any hair down there? I wonder why we didn't think to shave her there before." "Yeah, it really does look cute. I bet all of her sweet fairy friends will be so jealous. And with all her curly hair gone from down there, there will be nothing to detract or hide the pretty new chastity sleeve that we just picked out for her."

"Well let's get started. Forceps, please", Doctor Kohl said. Although I could not see what was happening, I felt my clitty being gripped and laid back against my stomach. I then felt a painful pinch on the underside of it, just below the head, and the loose skin being stretched away from the body of the stalk. Shortly thereafter I felt a very sharp pain as if a needle was piercing the skin. I bit down hard on the panties gagging me. I could still see my Master and Mistress standing over me but their attention was now focused on the Doctor and what he was doing. At the same moment that I felt the sharp needle pain, both of them smiled broadly.

Next it felt as if the Doctor was poking and prodding something into the puncture that he had made in the skin. "Half way home, my sissy slut", he said as he released the skin from the forceps. As it retracted to its former position, it felt as if a thin inflexible object was pressing hard against my tortured wee wee tube. "Alcohol bath, please", the Doctor said, apparently, to the nurse. The next thing I felt was like fire igniting as the alcohol was sprayed into the open wound. Although restricted by the way my body was held down to the table, it convulsed violently as a result of the sudden pain. "Now, now, francine lets not have any more of that or I will attach a clamp to your tiny balls and the table that will be sure to keep you still.. Just relax, little pansy-boy. It will only be more painful if you try to fight it or struggle. And since it will have no effect upon what is going to be done, you might as well just lie there quietly and accept it", the Doctor said.

I then felt a cold metal tube being squeezed over the head of my sissy clitty and then down its stem until its lower end grazed my groin. Next I could feel the Doctor pinching and manipulating something where he had pierced me. "Put a dab of liquid solder on the threads of the holding balls, please Nurse. Fine, that will do nicely. Now all we need do is screw these little balls to the ends of the implanted stud to keep everything in place and our sweet francine's male chastity will be assured. Yes indeed young lady, your little clitty is now protected by a nice thick shiny ring of steel. Although it will always keep it straight and hard, I'm afraid that any use of it in a sexual way will be very difficult or impossible in the future. But then, why should a little sissy like you have any need for such a piece of equipment in the first place? Of course, there is no reason at all! Now all we need to do is cut this rubber band at the base of her clitty and we are done down here", the Doctor said.

As the blood began to rush back into my clitty, it felt as if it was being squeezed tightly by an unseen hand. As opposed to the pleasant feeling I used to enjoy whenever I would play with myself, this pressure was anything but pleasurable. It felt like my clitty was actually being crushed all along its length. But even more painful was the sensation that something hard and sharp was digging into it just below the head where the Doctor had pierced the skin.

"Now francine, the slight pressure you are currently feeling will pass in the next few days and what little remains, you will just have to get used to in the future. However, if you should have any naughty thoughts, I'm afraid they will cause you a great deal of pain. You see, this very tight chastity sleeve that your Master's have selected will not allow your tiny penis from erecting or swelling in any way. Did I say penis? Oh I am sorry, clitty is a much better description of this little piece of meat. Just remember francine, you are no longer just a 'male sissy' but are now a type of eunuch, totally incapable of physically, as well as mentally, performing any manly function. So you had better keep your thoughts very chaste and pure, even when you orally tending to the sexual pleasures of your Masters or taking a nice big cock up your tight pussy-ass. You will only have yourself to blame for the pain should you get a little 'hot' from your efforts. And that goes even double if you are foolish enough to ever try to masturbate again. From this day on, the only purpose of this little piece of flesh between your soft thighs will be to funnel your urine from your bladder as you sit on your potty."

"Since your Masters have decided, at least for the present, to allow you to retain your testicles, there is one additional matter you should be aware of since it will affect your personal hygiene. As you will no longer be able to ejaculate, the sissy juice that they produce will continue to build up pressure until it is forced out of your clitty. However, unlike a REAL man's sexual climax, your thin milky discharge will not even be felt as it dribbles and leaks from your wee wee tube. The only effect to you will be a slight easing of the pain in your testis commonly referred to as 'blue balls' However in the interest of cleanliness, I have recommended to your Masters that you wear either rubber panties or a feminine sanitary napkin at all times. This will prevent you from staining your dainty little under things or pretty dresses, with your girlish discharges."

"Now lets take a look at those cute little breasts that you are starting to develop, francine", I heard the Doctor say as I felt his hands cupping and squeezing them to my intense embarrassment. "Yes indeed, they are coming along quite nicely. Those hormone pills seem to be helping a great deal. Keep the little bitch on the same dosage and I think she will be able to fill a 'C' bra cup in just a few more months. I am particularly pleased to see how lovely her nipples have developed also", he said as I felt him pinch each one between his thumb and index finger. "Yeah, me too", my Master said and everyone laughed.

The Doctor continued to pinch my nipples and stretch my breasts up and away from my chest. As in the past, this began to excite me but suddenly I felt the cruel effects of the chastity sleeve and bar which painfully crushed my clitty, not allowing it to expand a fraction of an inch. I willed myself not to become aroused and thankfully it shrunk back to its prior flaccid state. Oh dear, I thought, how would I ever be able to live with this fiendish device permanently attached to me.

My full attention returned to the Doctor's groping of my naked unprotected breasts when I heard him say, "francine, your Master and Mistress have decided that your new badges of femininity would look ever so much prettier if we decorated them with a little bit of jewelry. Therefore, I am going to pierce each of your nipples and insert a lovely shiny seamless ring in each of them." "And I am sure the little slut will just love it when we use those rings to anchor her in a lovely raised ass 'fuck me' position. Just think francine how defenseless you will be, unable to move more than an inch without tugging your nipples in a very painful manner. And then the 'fun' will really begin when some man, who you may have never even met before, starts to drive his long hard dick up your tight pussy ass. I can hardly wait to watch your cute little ass being humped ruthlessly by your lover with no way for you to escape other than by ripping the nipples right off your tender titties", my Mistress added.

A few seconds later, I felt something cold being placed over my right breast and then the Doctor pinching my nipple and drawing it up, away from my body. All I could do is lay there passively as my Rulers had their way with me. "All right Nurse, please tighten the jaws of the breast vise and be sure that francine's nipple is aligned in the middle grove of each jaw. Yes, that will do quite nicely. Now we will just trigger this spring and the needle should pierce the nipple completely through its center", said the Doctor.. All the time that the Doctor was speaking, it felt as if a circular ring at the base of my breast was being tightened, while at the same time my nipple was being pinched severely between two flat metallic objects. And then suddenly, it felt like I had been stabbed, as a sharp needle was forced completely through the center of my right nipple. Tears immediately filled my eyes and, if it were not for my Mistress' filthy panties filling my mouth, I know my scream would have been deafening. Instead, only a muffled high pitch sound could be heard as my sissy tears ran down my soft smooth pink cheeks. To add to my misery, I again smelt the odor of alcohol and felt its burning sting as the Doctor swabbed my nipples. I next felt him threading something through the punctured nipple and heard a click, which I later learned, was the sound of the ring being locked permanently closed. Because of its unique locking mechanism, the ring dangling from the tip of my tittie appeared to be without a seam and therefore offered no means of escape other than sawing through the hardened steel. The entire painful procedure was then repeated on my left breast and nipple.

"All right francine, only one more little thing and we will be done, at least for now! Your Masters have asked me to pierce the septum in your nose so as to allow them to insert a ring through it. When attached to the very fine gold chain, they have also purchased, they will be able to lead your pretty little face to wherever they desire it to be. Just think, whore, if your Master desires you to take more of his cock in that soft wet cunt of a mouth of yours, all he needs to do is give the chain a little tug and another inch of his manhood will be lovingly swallowed. Also, it will be ideal for leading you about or leashing you to one place for punishment when your other rings may be covered with clothing.", said the Doctor.

I first saw and then felt the fingers of Nurse Von Hess grip the tip of my nose and tilt it up. The Doctor then placed the palm of his left hand over my mouth and chin pressing them down hard. Leaning forward until his face was only a few inches from my own, I next saw his right hand holding a long thick needle moving towards my nose. Unable to move, all I could do was shut my eyes tightly and await the sharp pain as the needle punctured through the skin and thick membranes that divided my nostrils . I did not have to wait long! The pain was horrible and once again my eyes began to tear and large droplets ran down my cheeks to mingle with the blood flowing from my nose. I then felt something being threaded through the puncture and heard a click as the opening in the nose ring was snapped closed. And at that exact moment I realized, probably for the first time, that I would never have ANY control over my life, but instead would be forever led 'by the nose' by others who would exercise THEIR will over my actions, thoughts, and soul. "Finis", the Doctor said gleefully as I heard the familiar sound of snapping rubber as he removed his rubber gloves stained with my blood.

"A great job Doctor", my Master said as I saw him shake his hand just a few inches above my face. "Yes, simply wonderful", Mistress Jennifer added as she leaned over me to kiss the Doctor. "I can hardly wait to leash the bitch's clitty, titties, and nose to a post and really light a fire in her tender little bottom with a nice hard paddle. Oh how she is going to suffer for all the problems she caused me in his 'other life'." Well Jennifer, the whore is yours to do with as you want, but I would suggest that you wait a few weeks and allow the skin around the punctures to heal and harden before too much stress is placed on them. She could very easily rip them off if she struggles and pulls too hard on them", the Doctor said. "If I must, I guess I will have to", she replied. And then with a malicious sneer upon her face, stared down at me and said, "BUT, you sissy-bitch, as soon as those rings harden, you are going to receive a whipping that you will never forget. You just keep thinking about THAT! I know I certainly will."

"If I can make a suggestion, why don't we have a nice luncheon while we allow francine to get dressed for her trip home. She will be quite safe in one of our holding cages and it will allow the two of you to relax and visit with your friends who may be at the 'Academy' today also.", the Doctor said. "Sounds good to me. I'm starving. We can also get a little 'doggie bag' for the bitch that she can eat out of her bowl in the car on the way home. Can't we Doctor?", my Master said. "Oh, I'm sure the chef will be able to put some shit together for her!", the Doctor laughingly replied.

As I heard the Doctor, Master, and Mistress moving away from where I lay, I heard my Mistress' voice saying, "I almost forgot. Nurse, you will find in francine's handbag a lovely pair of rubber bloomers. Please see to it that the little cunt wears them as I do not want any of her sissy slime to stain her pretty undies." "Yes Mam, I most certainly will." she quickly replied. And then looking me in the eye, with a broad smile on her face said, "It is very important to keep yourself nice and dainty down there. After all, you wouldn't want to embarrass your Mistress in front of all her friends when you raise your skirt to display your pretty new jewelry to them, now would you?"

Nurse Von Hess next proceeded to loosen my bonds and ordered me to get down from the table. I felt extremely weak and am sure I would have collapsed to the floor if she had not been holding my arm tightly. After plucking the gagging panties from my mouth and examining them closely, said, "Oh your Mistress will be very pleased to see how nicely you have cleaned up all of her nasty excretions. I bet they tasted just yummy? I always tell my ex-husband slave whenever I want him to lick up my lover's cum which may have leaked on my panties that it is 'sissy sauce' and that he will learn to love its flavor! Ha, Ha, Ha"

Again grasping my upper arm tightly, she pulled me to a small cell with bars on all four sides and across the top. After directing me to sit on the small cot, she left the cell, locking the bar gate behind her. Retrieving my clothes, she passed them to me through the bars. "You may rest for half an hour and then you are to clean yourself and get dressed. And if you know what's good for you, you had better not forget to wear your cute rubber bloomers like a good little sissy baby."

It was the first opportunity I had to examine the results of my "operations". Although I could only see the very edge of the ring extending from my nose, I felt its circular shape with my fingers. I started to revolve it in the pierced hole but it hurt too much, so I turned my attention to the nipples on my budding breasts. The rings running through the center of each nipple appeared to be made of stainless steel and were about 3/4" in diameter. I could not see any break in the ring and so lifted one up in order to examine it more closely. Immediately, my nipple seemed to burn and pulsate in pain, so I let it hang from my chest as before. Oh my, I thought, what will it feel like when the rings rub against the cups of my brassiere? I soon learned the answer was 'very painful'.

And then I gazed down in despair at the device that would guarantee my chastity for life. The bright silver metal sleeve extended from just below my clitty's bulbous head to almost its root. Hinged to its top, approximately a half inch from the end, was a small metal ring from which a leash could be easily attached. As I lifted it up to examine its underside, I saw the two metal balls on either side of the sleeve extension. My fingers traced the thin rod connecting them under the skin. Since it held everything in place and was buried beneath the skin there was no way to escape from this fiendish device without mutilating myself. I felt doomed and could not help myself from sobbing big sissy tears as 'my' whole body trembled.

The weeks following my "sexual alteration" at the Academy Clinic returned to the normal routine of service to my Master and Mistress as well as a once a week house cleaning at the Barnets. As if the abuse and sexual demands of Master Jack and Mistress Gloria was not enough, their 20 year old macho son found great joy in tormenting me when he was not raping me. After a long day of arduous labor in their home, I would have to satisfy the Barnets' sexual desires, often with their son looking on. After receiving their gratification, they would sit by comfortably and watch or make suggestions to their son on how to get the most pleasure from a sissy slave. By the time I was given permission to return "home" I was usually totally exhausted, covered with black and blue marks, and smelled like a filthy bathroom.

Although the chastity sleeve did not affect my normal household activities, it did have a marked effect upon me when I would be required to assist my Master and Mistress with more "personal services". Every time I would start to become aroused, the metal jacket around my poor clitty would squeeze and pinch it and the barbell assembly would feel as if it was choking and cutting me just behind the head. I would try to concentrate on not becoming excited, but my Masters would purposely fan my passions with words and actions that would cause me ever greater pain to their sadistic amusement. The worst was when I would have to perform some lewd service for them when they were making love. While they rested together after an exciting mutual orgasm they would take fiendish delight in having me stand before them and play with myself. Because of the chastity device I could never become hard or have a sexual climax. Occasionally, a small quantity of thin sissy juice would leak out, but it gave me no satisfaction. Instead, it was just something more for my Masters to point to as they ridiculed my sissy actions and heaped more degradation upon me. When I could not stand it any longer and would start to cry, they would laugh at me and say it confirmed that I was a REAL sissy.

They loved to have me show my new body jewelry to all their friends. They referred to the chastity device as a "clitlet" because it was much like a bracelet for the wrist or an anklet for an ankle, except this circled a little clitty, so the name seemed quite fitting in their minds. It was not unusual, when they were entertaining guests, for my Master or Mistress to order me before them and say, "francine, lift up your skirt and pull down your panties so that all these nice people can see the pretty clitlet we bought you. And then you may open your blouse and display the bright shiny rings through your nipples as well as your lovely blossoming breasts. We are sure everyone will love to see and touch them." To which everyone would shout "yes"!

Despite the blushing humiliation I felt standing before both men and women holding my skirt and slip up and my panties down around my knees, displaying my chastised clitty, I could not help to notice the different reactions of the women versus the men. Most of the women would shriek with laughter when they saw it. They all wanted to touch it, see how it was attached, and asked all kinds of questions about it. The men, on the other hand, would generally just grin sadistically and perhaps mutter something like, "That ought to keep the sissy from playing with herself".

Unlike the women who seemed to be unable to tear themselves away as they laughingly taunted me, the men appeared to be glum and would wander away long before I was allowed to lower my skirt. Although they certainly had no sympathy for me, maybe they thought that if this could happen to what was once a male, perhaps it could happen to them also, despite the fact that they considered themselves Masters. Obviously this was a sobering thought on which they felt it best not to dwell upon.

© 1996 Francine & Michelle Johnson