CHAPTER 1
WELCOME TO HIGH SCHOOL

I finished dressing for my first day at the Alternative Lifestyle School, otherwise known as Fag High. I wore my sailor suit with royal blue trim, matching skirt, floppy red bow, grey knee-high socks, and brown loafers. I was trying to look as ordinary as possible, so only light makeup, clear lip gloss, red heart-shaped earrings, and red bracelets on both wrists. I had finally gotten rid of my ridiculous feathered hair, too. My dark brown hair was cut in straight bangs, and the rest of it spilled over my shoulders down to my padded breasts. I really wanted to keep a low profile at school.

Then my sister walked up to me. "Alicia, you look very pretty today," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I was just about to leave."

"Are you nervous about starting at a new school?" she asked.

"Um, yes, Mistress, a little."

"Oh well, you don't have to worry about the kids at this school finding out you're not really a girl," she said. "In fact, once the boys find out you're a sissy, I think they'll like you even more!"

I swallowed. I still didn't know how I was going to explain myself at this school. "I…I hope so," I said.

"Now don't you worry your pretty little head," she said. "I think you'll get yourself a boyfriend by the end of the week!"

"I…I don't know, Mistress," I said. "I'll have to see when I get there."

"All right then, get going," she said. "But I'm sure it won't take you long to find yourself a cute guy!"

And so I set off on the walk to school, wondering whether the other kids would accept me. What would happen if they found out that not only I was a boy, but inside my panties, my penis was locked in a steel tube and tied between my legs?

I just sat in class all day long, and kept my mouth shut. Most of the kids looked reasonably normal, although there were some boys with really long hair, and some girls were really butch. And there were a few kids that I couldn't even tell whether they were boys or girls.

Finally my last class was over, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I avoided the other boys, and I had made it through an entire day without a disaster. No one had beaten or molested me, which was an improvement over the first day of my freshman year.

But as I was heading for the door, a girl in a blue denim jacket and jeans blocked my way.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to walk around her.

"Leaving already?" she asked, sliding over to block my way. "What's your name?"

This was a tall girl with a hard face and a brush haircut, every inch a dyke. "I'm Alicia," I said. "But I really have to be going home now."

"Alicia, you're a little cutie," she said. "You must be new here. You're one of the prettiest girls in this school."

Oh, no. I was so worried about the boys at this school that I forgot about the girls. I didn't think a girl would be interested in me. "Please, I have to go," I said.

By now the corridor had emptied, all of the other kids had left, but two more girls had crowded in on me from either side.

Then she got right up in my face, and stared down at me. "Alicia, the funny thing is," she said. "I don't think you're a girl at all!"

I tried to back away, but then both girls grabbed my arms and held me there.

"But there's only one way to find out for sure!" she said, and lifted my skirt.

"Let go of me!" I shouted.

With her friends holding me, she punched me in the stomach, and as I doubled over, she grabbed my chin with one hand, and pulled me upright again. "Alicia, you keep quiet unless you want a beating, you understand me?"

With my face pinched between her thumb and fingers, I couldn't speak but I tried to nod my head.

"Good girl," she said. Then as one of the other girls held up my skirt, she yanked my panties down. She looked down at my groin, and then up at my face. "What the hell is that thing between your legs?"

She relaxed her grip enough for me to say, "It's a penis chastity device. It's so I won't show a bulge."

Then she tilted my jaw up, looked down at me and said, "The only thing we hate more than boys, are scrawny little sissy boys!"

"Please-" I started, but she shoved a cloth in my mouth.

Then they dragged me outside into the deserted school yard. They stood me up against a chain link fence, used a plastic shopping bag to tie a gag around my mouth, and then more plastic bags to tie my outstretched wrists to the fence.

Then they all stood back to take a look at me. "Don't you look cute in your little sailor suit?" their leader said. "I think we'll call you Sailor Sissy!"

I just stood there, looking at them, dreading what they might do to me next.

But she just said, "I think we've had enough fun with you for one day. Someone will find you here eventually, and they might even let you go. See you tomorrow, sissy boy. Then we'll be ready to have some real fun with you!"

Then the girls left, and I tried to get loose, but the plastic had been knotted on the other side of the fence, and I couldn't reach the knots. After a few minutes, I gave up trying and just sagged back against the chain-link fence. This school was no better than my last one.

Then the school door opened, and a blonde girl with a pony tail in a blouse and skirt walked out. I screamed into the gag to get her attention. She looked up and saw me, and then hurried over.

She pulled the gag out of my mouth. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"Three older girls tied me up," I said. "Please untie me before they come back!"

"Don't worry, they won't come back. I think I know the girls you mean, but my father is the principal, and they won't mess with me," she said. "You're Alicia, aren't you? I saw you in one of my classes."

"Yes, I am," I said. "I met a lot of people today, I just transferred, and it's only my first day."

"I'm Jamie," she said. "And I don't forget girls that look like you!"

I felt myself blushing. This day was getting weirder now. "Could you please untie me? I really have to get home."

"Sure," she said, "Right after you kiss me!"

My eyebrows went up. "What?"

"I mean if I untie you, then you might not want to kiss me," she said. "But as long as you're tied up, you don't have any choice, right?"

I figured some of the kids in this school would be strange, but I've done things a lot worse than kissing girls. "OK," I said.

I puckered up and kissed her.

Jamie just looked at me. "Alicia, you can kiss better than that, can't you?"

So I opened my mouth and planted one on her, she kissed me back, and our tongues met. "That's more like it!" she said.

Now there was another problem. Sooner or later, she was going to find out that I wasn't really a girl, and with her father being the principal, I really didn't want her mad at me. I assumed that since she was at this school, she was gay, and she thought I was, too. That's what I thought, anyway, so I had to be honest with her. "Jamie, the thing is, I'm not gay," I said.

But she kissed me again, and said, "That's all right, you don't really mind kissing me, do you? And by the way, your lip gloss tastes great!"

This wasn't working out at all, and I was still tied to the fence. Finally, as she kissed me again, I said, "I'm not really a girl, either."

She just kept kissing me, and I don't know if she even heard me, and then she said, "That's OK, I'm not, either."

I said, "Wait, you're not gay?"

The she kissed me again. "No, I am gay," she said. "I mean I'm not a girl, either."

I was kissing a boy?? So this situation officially got a lot weirder. I'm still tied to a fence, and I've been making out with a boy? "Jamie, could we have a time out here?" I asked.

He stepped back. "Alicia, when you walked into class today, I could tell from the way you move, the way you carry yourself. Did you think you're the only crossdresser at this school?" Then he started picking at the plastic tying my right wrist to the fence.

As my hand came free, I asked him, "You mean you knew all along I was a boy?"

"Yeah, but you're a really cute boy!" he said, untying my other hand. "Tomorrow, we can have lunch in the cafeteria if you want to talk about it."

"OK, thanks for untying me," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Bye, Alicia," he said, grinning at me.

As I hurried home, my head was spinning, thinking about what a mess I had somehow made in just my first day of school. When I got home, Kathy was waiting for me.

"Alicia, where have you been? Did you get lost on the way home?"

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mistress Katherine," I said. "As I was leaving school, three girls jumped me and tied me to a fence. They're dykes who hate boys, and they figured out that I wasn't really a girl."

She sighed. "You find a way to make friends everywhere you go, don't you?"

"Actually I did make a friend. The boy who untied me is the principal's son, so maybe I can get him to protect me."

"Alicia, I'm impressed!" she said. "It only took you one day to find yourself a boyfriend. So is he cute?"

"Um, sort of, Mistress," I said, frowning. "He dresses up as a girl, too."

My sister just burst into laughter, and then said, "You mean he's a sissy just like you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Kind of, I mean, he's gay, and I think he likes me."

"Oh, this is wonderful," she said. "That school is a perfect fit for you!"

Before I could say anything, Donna yelled at me to get dressed to do my housework. She's the large, burly woman who does the cooking and supervises me when I do my housework, so I hurried up to my room to change into my work clothes.

I quickly got dressed in my pink maid's uniform, brushed my hair, and pinned a frilly cap to it, chained my ankles together and cuffed my hands in front of me. Now I was ready to do my daily chores and then serve dinner to my family.

At least my sister left me alone while I set the table, and then served dinner to her, our brother Ron, and sister-in-law Sandra. After dinner, when I had cleared the table, I was allowed to eat their left-overs like a dog, from a bowl on the floor, with my hands tied behind me.

I didn't complain about any of this because I had promised my sister that I would be a good little girl, and in return she wouldn't have me killed or force me to have a sex-change operation. So whatever humiliations came my way, I would accept them without complaint, and I was grateful for whatever food they gave me.

After dinner, my hands would be cuffed in front of me, so I could do my homework for school. I was up in my room, trying to read one of my new textbooks when Sandra paid me a visit.

I looked up and said, "Good evening, Mistress Sandra. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Alicia, I just wanted to let you know that Amanda has invited you to her Halloween costume party," she said.

"Oh, that's nice," I said, thinking back to how I was molested and raped over and over at her last party.

"Also, I told her about how you performed 'Bimbo Girl' at last year's school talent show, and she would like to hear you sing that song at her party."

"Oh, OK, I can do that, I guess," I said.

"I think you'll look really cute dancing in your cheerleader outfit," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I had been a cheerleader for six months, and I was starting to wonder if that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

"So maybe on the weekends you can practice your singing and dancing. You still have more than a month to rehearse."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I'll start on that right away."

"Thank you, Alicia," she said. "I'm sure you'll give a wonderful performance!"

Oh, well. At least if I were busy rehearsing, Sandra wouldn't have me down in our basement dungeon, tied up and gagged in whatever new bondage positions she had thought up.

CHAPTER 2
BOUND BY HONOR

The next morning, Sandra gave me something else to add to my daily routine. She took me into the bathroom, and asked me to pick up my toothbrush.

When I did, she said, "Now take it as far into your mouth as you can without gagging on it."

I slowly slid it into my mouth as far as it would go, but when it hit the back of my throat, I had a fit of coughing.

"All right, try again only this time, not quite so far! Then hold it there for ten seconds."

So after I caught my breath, I slid the toothbrush back into my mouth, and held it there.

"That's long enough, Alicia," she said. "Now keep doing that every morning, and after a while you'll be able to take it deeper into your mouth. Just remember to breathe. Once you've learned this, we'll use a dildo instead to give you the more realistic feel of a penis."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my eyes downcast.

"There, there, Alicia" she said, placing both of her hands on my shoulders. "This is part of your training, and you'll be glad you did this when you start trying to deep throat bigger guys."

"I know, Mistress," I said, nodding. "Thank you."

That day I went to school wearing my light blue sailor suit, and after my morning classes were over, I had lunch with Jamie in the cafeteria.

After we had finished eating, the three dykes stopped by. "Well, if it isn't Sailor Sissy," the leader said. "How many of those cute little sailor suits do you have?"

"That's enough, girls," Jamie said. "Move along!"

"Alicia, you got yourself a girlfriend to protect you now?"

"Leave her alone!" he said, "Get out of here! Now!"

The girl waved to me, and they all left.

"Thank you!" I said. "What is wrong with them?"

"They're just jerks. They hate boys," he said. "But I told my dad they tied you to that fence, and if they try anything else, they'll be suspended."

"Good!" I said. "They're just bullies, and they deserve whatever happens to them."

The rest of the week, I had lunch with Jamie every day, and didn't see those girls again. Then on Friday, I was wearing my pink sailor suit. I had a different color for every day of the school week. I was going to meet Jamie after school but as I was waiting in the corridor, a girl approached me. She was taller than me, wearing a brown leather vest over a white blouse, and brown leather pants. She was pretty, with her dark hair tied back in a pony tail.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you new at this school?"

"Yes, I just transferred here," I said. "I'm Alicia."

"Alicia. That's a pretty name for a pretty girl," she said, and looked me up and down. "But you aren't a girl at all, are you?"

I gasped. Could everyone in this school see right through me? "I, uh-" I started.

But she took me by the arm, and said, "Come with me."

Then Jamie showed up, dressed in a blouse and a skirt, and I called out to him. "Jamie, who is this girl? Tell her to leave me alone!"

Jamie just stopped in his tracks and said, "Miss, she's new here, she didn't know!"

She turned to him, and said, "Oh, it figures. Two sissies found each other. Jamie, get in that classroom and stay there!"

Without a word, he opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind him. What on Earth is going on here? I wondered. Why is he afraid of her?

Then she turned to me, and pointed across the corridor to another class room. "Now you," she said. "Get in there!"

I must not have moved quickly enough, because as I opened the door, she gave my back a shove that sent me flying into the room. "What's going on? Who do you think you are?" I asked.

"You will address me as 'Miss,' now turn around, face the blackboard, and put your hands behind your back."

I didn't know what was going on, but if Jamie was afraid of her, then I probably should be, too. So I did as I was told, and felt my wrists being bound with a cloth scarf or handkerchief. Then she spun me around and made me face her, nose to nose.

"Alicia, you look so cute and innocent in your pink sailor suit, with your Barbie doll hairdo," she said. "But you know what? I think you're a slut!"

As I stammered and tried to think of something to say, she reached under my skirt, and pulled down my panties.

"Alicia, that's some serious jewelry you're wearing between your legs."

"Yes, Miss," was all I could think to say.

"It looks like it's locked on," she said. "Do you have the key?"

"No, Miss," I said. "My sister has it at home."

"Oh, so your little penis belongs to your sister, is that it?"

"Yes, something like that."

"So it looks like it isn't good for much, all locked up like that."

I really didn't want to have to explain anything else to this girl. "Please, Miss, what do you want from me?"

"What I want is for you to walk across the corridor into that classroom, get down on your knees, and suck Jamie's cock!"

My mouth fell open. "But…but I hardly know him! I only met him this week!"

She reached around the back of my head, grabbed a handful of my hair, and twisted it around to make me look up at her. "So do I have to smack you around for a while to get you to change your mind?"

I winced at the pain in my scalp. "No, please Miss, don't hit me! I'll do it!"

"Yeah, I thought you would," she said, grinning at me. Then, pulling me by my hair, she steered me out the door, across the corridor, and into the room where Jamie was waiting.

"Good news, Jamie," she said. "Your little girlfriend here wants to give you a blow job!"

"Alicia, you don't have to-" he said.

"Jamie, shut up and get your thing out!" she shouted. Then she shoved me down to my knees.

She didn't need to tell him again. It's like Sandra once told me, a stiff cock has no conscience. He walked over to me, lifted his skirt, and pulled down his panties. I had done this so many times, but this was different. I had hoped for a fresh start at this school, where no one knew me, and I could just live some kind of normal life, even if it was as a girl. And yet here I was on my knees again.

His dick was already out, he fed it into my mouth, and it grew as it slid in and out. At last he spurted a few times, and I swallowed what I could before he pulled out.

"Go home, Jamie!" she said.

"Alicia, I'll see you on Monday," he said as he hurried out of the room.

She pulled me up to my feet, and made me face her. "And now you," she said.

I just looked down at my feet and asked, "Miss, why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me? What did I ever do to you?"

She lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and said, "I want to go out with you."

"What?" I asked, wondering if this was some kind of twisted joke.

"You know the movie theater over on Third Street?"

"Yes, Miss," I said, nodding.

"Tomorrow night, we are going to the movies. I'll pay for everything, all you need to do is be there at 8 o'clock, understand?"

"Yes, Miss," I said.

"Don't be late, and don't even think of standing me up! I don't care if you break your leg tomorrow, you show up on time in an ambulance if you have to! You got that, Alicia?"

"Yes, Miss, I understand. I'll be there. But…you just made me do that with Jamie…may I ask why you want to go to the movies with me?"

"No, you may not. But you may go home now if you wish."

"Thank you, Miss," I said, and hurried toward the door.

"Alicia!" she shouted.

I stopped in my tracks, and turned to her.

"Wouldn't you like me to untie you before you go home? Or are you so scared that you'd rather walk home with your hands tied behind your back?"

"Um, yes Miss, please untie me," I said.

She untied me, and said, "See you at the movies, little sissy."

When I got home, I told my sister I had to go to the movies the following evening. I was hoping she would accept that, but of course she demanded to know why, so I had to tell her everything.

"Alicia, let me see if I've got this straight. A girl tied you up, made you suck your new boyfriend's cock, and now she has ordered you to go to the movies with her. And the boy who is protecting you from the other kids is afraid of her?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "That pretty much sums things up."

"So in one week, you've managed to find yourself not only a boyfriend, but also a girlfriend," she said. "Alicia, I'm impressed!"

"She's not really my girlfriend, but thank you, Mistress," I said. "So I can go?"

"Of course! But you'll have to wear something pretty," she said. "And you'll have to tell me all about your date afterwards!"

"Yes, Mistress, I'll be happy to," I said.

On Saturday night, I wore a white dress with matching shoes, and white ribbons in my hair. It was a short walk to the theater, so I got there ten minutes early, and found my "girlfriend" waiting outside the box office. She was wearing another one of her brown leather outfits. I wondered if she ever wore anything else. At least she appeared to be alone. I was afraid she would have a half-dozen other thugs with her.

"Alicia, it's nice to see you again," she said. "You look very pretty!"

"Thank you, Miss," I said. "Since we aren't in school, may I ask your name?"

"No. You'll call me 'Miss' unless you want a beating," she said. "Now let's go."

Once we were inside, she went to the concessions stand, bought a couple of sodas, and then we went into the theater. She walked into the back row, and I followed her.

"Why are we in the last row?" I asked. "There are plenty of better seats up front."

"Because no one will see us back here, and we'll have more privacy."

I was starting to think maybe I should run for my life, but this was a public place, so I should be safe here.

As soon as we sat down, the lights dimmed, and the coming attractions started playing on the big screen.

"Alicia, it's really a shame you're a sissy," she said. "I mean, if you weren't wearing makeup and all dressed up like a girl, you'd be a really cute guy!"

"Um, thank you, Miss," I said.

"So…do you like girls, or are you a fag?"

"I like girls, Miss," I said, and it seemed to be getting a lot warmer in here.

"But you also like to dress up as a girl," she said. "And go to school as a girl."

"Yes, Miss," was all I could say. I did not want to start explaining my home life.

"And you like Jamie," she said.

I frowned. At the moment I didn't like him very much.

"Something the matter, Alicia?" she asked. "I thought the two of you were together. You didn't have any problem giving him a blow job, did you?"

"Miss, I did what you told me to do."

"That's what I like about you, Alicia," she said. "You do as you're told."

"Yes, Miss," I said. "I'm good at that."

Now the previews were over, and the movie was starting.

"I'll bet you are," she said. "Put down your drink!"

I looked over and saw she had her drink sitting in a cup holder, so I did the same with mine. Then she put her arms around me, and drew me in for a kiss.

"Um, Miss, the movie is on now," I said.

"Alicia, kiss me back," she said. "I didn't really come here to see this movie!"

"Yes, Miss," I said, and as I opened my mouth to kiss her, her tongue darted into my mouth.

"Mmm, you taste good, Alicia," she said. "I love the cherry lip gloss."

Now I was really confused. "Miss, you understand I'm really a boy," I said. "Do you like boys?"

"What do you think?" she asked, pulling me in for another kiss.

When she finally let me come up for air, I asked, "But then why are you at our school?"

She mulled it over for a minute. "So you think I don't belong at Fag High?"

"It's just that I thought it was a school for gay and trans kids, or kids that had been bullied at other schools. I don't think anyone could bully you; I just mean you could go to any school."

"That's right, and yet there I am at Fag High," she said. "I think I'll let you figure out why."

Then she kissed me again. I didn't get to see much of the movie. I spent most of it making out with this girl whose name I still didn't know.

That night, when I got home, Sandra and Kathy wanted to know all about my date. I told them what happened, and Sandra put me to bed as usual, tied up in my leather cuffs.

CHAPTER 3
YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR PAST

Monday morning, I was back at school. I didn't see Jamie until lunch hour, when he approached me in the cafeteria.

"Alicia, please let me explain about Friday," he said.

"Jamie, I don't want to talk to you," I said. "I thought you liked me, and I was wrong."

"No, you weren't wrong. I do like you," he said. "Could we go outside so we can talk about this privately?"

By now I knew he wasn't going to stop bothering me until I talked to him, so we walked outside into the schoolyard.

"Alicia, I'm sorry about what happened, but I didn't have any choice!"

"You didn't have a choice? You had to do what she told you? Really? Your father is the principal, and yet you're afraid of…of, what is her name, anyway?"

"Her name is Honor, but don't ever call her that. Only the teachers call her by her name. Everyone else addresses her as Miss," he said.

"So why are you afraid of her?"

"Her family has money. Lots of money and influence. They could have my father removed if they wanted to."

"So she can terrorize the entire school if she wants to??"

"She doesn't actually terrorize anyone. She mostly keeps to herself, and doesn't bother kids if they don't bother her. But last year, one kid made the mistake of pulling her ponytail."

"So what happened?"

"The last I heard, the doctors are still optimistic that after one more surgery he could get the full use of his arm back again."

My mouth dropped open. "What did she do to him?"

"I think one bone was dislocated, another one was shattered, some tendons were torn or shredded. His arm was just flopping around like a tentacle."

"She did all that just because he pulled her hair?"

"She got her point across, though. No one ever bothered her since then."

"Then why is she bothering me??"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just guessing, but I think she likes you."

"She likes me?? And she made me give you a blow job? And you're so scared of her that you just had to let me do it, is that right?"

He let out a big sigh, and said, "Alicia, can we be honest with each other?"

"Yes, I'd really like you to be honest."

"All right, I had to do it, or she would have hurt you, and then made you do it anyway. But I also knew that it wouldn't exactly be a traumatic experience for you."

"And how did you know that?"

"We're both being honest now, right?" he asked. "I could tell that wasn't the first time you gave a blow job. You knew what you were doing."

"Oh, and I suppose you knew that BEFORE I had to do it?"

"Yes, I did," he said simply.

"Really?" I asked. "How?"

Now he really looked uncomfortable, and finally said, "Alicia, I like you. The stuff you're into…I'm into some of that, too. Do you think this was the first time you've had my dick in your mouth?"

My eyes widened. "What?? What are you talking about?"

He just stared at me. "I really didn't want to go into all of this."

"Then why don't you explain yourself? Don't you think I'd remember something like that if it happened?"

"Not if you were blindfolded, you wouldn't."

I gasped. "You…you were there…when I was blindfolded," I sputtered.

"You're not the only one who goes to Amanda's parties," he said. "The Fourth of July?"

"So you were one of the guys who took advantage of me when I was tied up??"

"Took advantage of you? You were wearing a pink wristband at a bondage party, same as me! I thought that's what you were there for!"

"Go!" I shouted at him. "Just go!"

"All right, all right," he said, getting up. "I'm going, but think about it! None of this was my fault! If you didn't want to play that night, you should have worn a red wristband."

I just sat there for a while. The boy who I thought liked me, and protected me at this school, thought I was a slut. He must have seen me being humiliated, tied up, beaten and raped over and over. He was even one of the guys raping me, and he thought it was OK because I was at a bondage party, and my wristband said I was gay, and game for anything. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he could tell everyone else at the school about me.

When I got home that day, I told Sandra about what Jamie had said to me.

"Alicia, he has a point," she said. "I've been going to those parties for a long time, and things like that happen there all the time. That's what the pink wristband means."

"But Mistress Sandra, I didn't want to wear that wristband."

"He didn't know that. He was just one guy doing what all the other guys were doing."

"And he couldn't tell that I wasn't enjoying being gang-raped?"

"Alicia, there are people who enjoy having a lot worse done to them. People who are being beaten, and crying their eyes out, and loving every minute of it!"

"But I'm not one of them!" I protested.

"But he didn't know you back then! He hadn't met you yet!"

"Well, he knows me now, and he let me give him a blow job on Friday!"

"As he said, he thought you were into that, and he didn't have much of a choice. Would you have preferred having that girl smack you around for a while first?"

"So what am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to forgive him, and take him back?"

"That's up to you. But if he likes you, and he's willing to protect you from those girls who roughed you up, then you might want to come to some kind of accommodation with him. Find out if you can work out a relationship that you can live with. Maybe he'll be OK with just hugging and kissing."

Kissing a boy wasn't something I was looking forward to, but it wasn't nearly as bad as having him stick his penis in my mouth, or up my ass. "Thank you, Mistress," I said. "I'll talk to him."

I laid awake in bed for a long time that night, thinking about what I should do. Finally I came to a decision, and the next day I met Jamie in the cafeteria.

"Jamie, I'm sorry I blew up at you yesterday. I wanted a fresh start at this school, and I didn't want anyone to know about the stuff I did at Amanda's party," I said. "Please don't tell anyone about me!"
"Alicia, I won't tell anyone," he said. "So we're OK now?"

"Yes," I said. "But no more blow jobs!"

"I can live with that," he said, and pulled me in for a hug.

"So is there anything I can do about Honor? She thinks she's my girlfriend now."

"No, she's a force of nature, and there's nothing that anyone can do about her," he said. "But I don't mind sharing you with her!"

How very thoughtful of him.

That night, after I finished my homework, Kathy brought me down to the basement. I always dread going there, especially with her, but I hadn't done anything wrong, and I hoped I wasn't going to be punished.

There was something new. An empty corner was now occupied by a machine that looked like a treadmill, but I just assumed it had to be some new kind of torture device. I was still chained up in my pink maid's uniform, so I just waited for her explanation.

She started taking my chains off. "Alicia, do you know what this is?"

I knew what it looked like, so I said, "A treadmill, Mistress?"

"Yes, and I brought your sneakers down here, so put them on."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "You want me to walk on the treadmill?"

"Alicia, would you rather go out and walk around the neighborhood instead?"

"Oh no, Mistress," I said. "Thank you, the treadmill is much better."
"I thought you would agree. We'll start you out walking on it, and then work up to running."

Then after I had put my sneakers on, she said, "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back so I can tie you up."

"Mistress Katherine, you want to tie me up? But I thought-"

She turned me around, and as I put my hands behind me, I felt the rope being tied around my wrists. "Is something the matter, Alicia?" she asked. "You don't need your hands to walk, do you?"

Uh oh. I think she was getting upset. "Oh no, Mistress. I'm sorry I questioned you. I just didn't understand, of course, I'll be happy to do this!"

"I'm sure you will," she said, helping me up onto the treadmill. "And here's something to make sure you won't question me again!"

Then she pressed a ball gag against my mouth. I barely had time to say, "I'm sorry, Mistress-" before she shoved it in my mouth. Then she snapped a hook onto a ring set in the ceiling above me, and tied its rope to my wrists.

"Ready, Alicia?" she asked, and stepped up to the controls.

I wasn't sure I was ready, but it didn't matter to her, so I nodded my head.

"Good, then we'll start you out slowly, with the incline increasing every ten minutes," she said. "The timer is set to run for an hour, and I'll come back to collect you when you're done with the workout. You might want to keep your balance, or you'll end up hanging in strappado, and that could be painful."

She pressed a button, and I let out a squeal as the treadmill started. First I started walking too quickly, and then not quickly enough to keep up with the machine, and finally I managed to coordinate my walking with the speed of the treadmill.

"There you go!" she said. "Alicia, I think you've figured it out, so I'll see you in an hour."

And she left me there, walking on the treadmill. All I could do was look at the the flashing lights and readouts on the machine, especially the clock timer, which still showed 59 minutes to go. So I walked and walked and walked. After about a half-hour, I started sweating, and I was also drooling all over myself. Then the incline must have gotten increased again, because I was working harder, and after a while my hair was plastered to my forehead. The sweat was getting in my eyes and stinging, but I couldn't do anything about it, and I just had to keep walking.

Finally the hour ended, the machine beeped, and the treadmill stopped. I just stood there panting, trying to suck air through the ball gag, when my sister returned. She held up her phone and started taking pictures of me.

"So how did it go, Alicia?" she asked. "Did you enjoy your workout?"

I nodded my head and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she said. "This treadmill has lots of bells and whistles, so we can make your next workout more challenging. You know this is for your own good, don't you? This fitness program might take a few pounds off, and that will really help when you want to fit into a sleazy dress."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

Then she untied me, and said, "You might want to take a nice, long shower before you go to bed. You do smell ripe!"

I managed to get the ball out of my mouth. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "Thank you for untying me."

"Off you go," she said, giving me a swat on my butt.

I was exhausted as I staggered upstairs, took my shower, and finally got into my nightgown, Sandra was waiting to tie me to the bed.

"Alicia, Kathy tells me you found the treadmill," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said.

"The first workout is always the hardest, you know," she said.

"I know, Mistress," I said. "I just didn't expect to be tied up on the treadmill."

"Oh, I didn't know you were tied up!" she said. "I hadn't thought of that, but I might like to try that myself someday! Was it fun?"

I looked up at her. "Mistress, let's just say I'm going to sleep good tonight."

And I was asleep by the time she finished putting the leather cuffs on me.

So I was back together with Jamie, and we were eating lunch together every day at school, and I didn't see Honor again. Until Friday. That afternoon she cornered me in a hallway.

"Alicia, tomorrow is Saturday," she said.

"Yes, Miss," I agreed.

"So we're going to the movies tomorrow night, aren't we?"

"Um, yeah, I guess if you want to," I said.

"Alicia, you weren't thinking of leaving your girlfriend home by herself on a Saturday night, were you?"

"Oh no, of course not," I said, although that thought had actually crossed my mind.

"Then you will meet me at the theater at 8 o'clock again, same as last week, right?"

"Yes, Miss," I said.

"And we're going to do this every week, right?"

"Um, yes Miss, if you want to?"

"Alicia, unless I tell you otherwise, you will go to the movies with me every Saturday night, is that clear?"

"Yes Miss, whatever you want," I said.

"Good, then I'll see you tomorrow night, and don't be late!"

"Yes, Miss," I said as she walked away. So I was going to the movies again with a girl who was even scarier than she was pretty.

CHAPTER 4
BIG STEVE

That night, Sandra had another surprise for me. "My friend Amanda has invited us to her costume party next month for Halloween."

I knew this was coming, but I dreaded it all the same.

"I'd like you to dress up in your old cheerleader outfit, so you won't have to wear a new costume," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. That didn't sound too bad.

But then came the surprise. "We'd like you to perform your rendition of 'Bimbo Girl' at the party."

"Bimbo Girl?" I asked. "The song I had to sing at the school talent show?"

"Yes, and in case you've forgotten the words, you have a few weeks to rehearse. You should have plenty of time on the weekends, and Arcadia said she'll happy to come over and practice dancing with you."

That song, a parody of 'Barbie Girl' had the entire school laughing at me, and convinced everyone I was a bimbo. "Mistress Sandra, of course I will do this for you. I promised you I would be a good girl. But I made a complete fool of myself trying to sing and dance at the talent show. Could you please tell me why I have to do this again?"

"Alicia, when you're at one of Amanda's parties, and you've been abused and humiliated all night, and then I tell you to thank Amanda, and tell her that you had a wonderful time…why do you think I do that? Do you think she's stupid? Do you think she didn't see everything that happened to you?"

I assumed it was to humiliate me as much as possible but I wasn't going to say that. So I said, "You told me it was good manners to thank the host for inviting me."

"Yes, it is, but that's only part of it. It's more important to demonstrate your compliant personality. That you are submissive, and you will do whatever you're told. That's what she needs to see. That's why you're going to perform Bimbo Girl for her."

So that was it. For some reason, she needs to see over and over that I am a submissive little sissy, as though somehow she doesn't already know that. But I wasn't going to question Sandra any further. I had to do this, and there was no way around it. "Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said.

On Saturday, I was allowed to walk on the treadmill like a normal person for an hour. It's a lot easier when you aren't tied up. Then I had to meet Honor at the theater. I wore a light blue dress, a matching hair-band, and silver earrings. Also my cherry lip gloss; she really seemed to like that. She was wearing a leather vest and skirt. By now I was convinced that she never wore anything but leather.

Once again, she bought us sodas, and we sat in the back row of the theater, as the movie started. Then she had her arms around me and drew me in for a kiss.

"You always taste like cherries," she said, smiling at me.

"Yes, Miss," I said. "I thought you liked that."

"Oh, I do. But what I like even more is a sissy who does whatever I say."

"So…is that why you want to go out with me?"

"There's that…and you're really cute," she said. "I mean, you're cute even for a girl."
Then she pulled me in for another kiss, this one even longer and wetter.

"You're not really a big fan of movies, are you?" I asked.

"No, I never get to see much of the movie, I'm more interested in the company," she said. "So does that thing between your legs still work?"

"Um, yes it would, except well, you know, it's locked up at the moment."

"And only your big sister has the key?"

"My sister-in-law, too."
"Oh, so the two of them run your life?"

"Yes, my big brother is actually my legal guardian now, but he couldn't care less about me. So basically I do what the girls tell me."

"That's nice," she said. "I like a sissy who does what girls tell him."

"Yes Miss, I have noticed that," I said.

"Of course, with that thing wrapped around your penis, that kind of limits what you can do."

I shook my head. "Believe me, that wasn't my decision," I said.

"But I can think of one way you can useful," she said, pulling up her skirt. "Get down on your knees, and stick your face in my lap!"

"What??" I asked.

"You heard me!" she said, working at pulling her panties down. "Stick your face between my legs!"

"Here? In the theater??" I said, looking around at the mostly-empty theater.

"Yes, right here, right now. The theater is almost empty," she said. "Alicia, you're going to eat me or I will make your life miserable!"

I took one more glance around the theater. "All right, but if we get arrested, it's your fault!"

She spread her legs, and I knelt and planted my face in her groin. Then I did what Stacy (or maybe Tracy, because I could never remember which twin was which) told me to do. I started licking her with all the capital letters of the alphabet, starting with A.

There wasn't much taste to her, maybe just a little salty. She started getting a little noisy around the middle of the alphabet, and I was sure someone would see or hear us, and she came with the letter O.

I quickly sat back up in my chair, glanced around the theater and tried to look innocent. But of the few patrons scattered around, no one was paying any attention to us.

By then she had composed herself, and smiled at me. "Alicia, you've done this before, haven't you?"

"Maybe once or twice," I said.

"Oh, this was a surprise!" she said, "You can be useful even without a penis!"

I frowned. "That's not actually something I want to think about."

"Wait till I tell…oh, never mind. The point is you have some talent, at least that tongue of yours does."

"Thank you, Miss," I said. "But could we please not do this in public again? I don't even want to think about what would happen to me in jail if I get arrested."

"Hmm, maybe some place at school would give us more privacy."

After that, I actually got to see some of the movie. Maybe she didn't want to kiss me with that taste in my mouth, or more likely she was thinking of what we could do at school, and where we could do it.

When I got home, Kathy and Sandra had me tell them all about my date with Honor.

"That's nice to hear," Kathy said. "So you found something you're actually good at!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.

Before Sandra put me to bed, she brought me into the bathroom. "How is your deep-throating coming along?" she asked.

"I'm been practicing every day, and I think I'm getting a little better," I said, reaching for my toothbrush.

"Don't use that any more then," she said, and held up a dildo. "From now on, try this. It will give you more of the feel of having a penis in your mouth, and it will help you to learn to breathe properly.

I took the dildo and held it up. "Mistress, it's almost a foot long!"

"Alicia, you don't have to put the whole thing in your mouth," she said. "Just do what you can."

So I slowly slid it into my mouth, gently tapping the back of my throat. But after a few times, I started gagging, and had a fit of coughing.

"That's OK," she said. "You're getting better. Just keep practicing."

"Yes, Mistress," I wheezed.

The next day, after I had finished my housekeeping chores, Sandra unchained me and took me down to the basement. I was dreading what might happen as I walked into the dungeon, and then I saw Arcadia, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. She looks pretty no matter what she wears, with her long brown hair and straight bangs.

"Alicia, nice treadmill you have here!" she called to me.

"Yes, I've been walking on it, and maybe soon I can start running."

"Today you'll get a workout for sure," she said. "I've come up with a dance routine for you when you sing Bimbo Girl."

"Oh, that," I said.

"Alicia, I told Arcadia you were going to perform at the Halloween Party, and she was kind enough to come over and help you rehearse," Sandra said. "Isn't that nice?"

"Yes, Mistress Arcadia, thank you for helping me with this," I said.

"Then I'll leave you two kids alone," Sandra said, and went upstairs.

I spent the next hour and a half singing Bimbo Girl over and over, while trying to dance and shimmy and high kick. Singing and dancing at the same time isn't easy, especially when you aren't very good at either one. When we were done, Arcadia's judgment was that my routine needed more work, so we would have to do this again. And again.

Later that evening, Kathy informed me that Steve would be coming over Friday night. Ron and Sandra were going out, so we would have the house all to ourselves.

"Mistress, who is Steve again?" I asked.

"My boyfriend. The guy I've been seeing. I told you about him," she said. "The guy with the big-"

"Oh yes, now I remember," I said. "I just didn't know his name."

"So you've been practicing your deep throating, right?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Good, because I've told him all about you, and I don't want him to be disappointed!"

"Mistress Katherine, you told him ALL about me? I certainly don't want to disappoint him, but-"

"Don't worry, Alicia," she said, patting my cheek. "Just be a good girl. When you meet him, introduce yourself as a sweet little sissy, curtsy to him, and if you happen to choke on his cock, at least you did your best."

"Yes, Mistress, I'll do my best," I said. This new kinder, gentler Kathy could be so understanding.

I spent the next week at school, and all went as well as could be expected until Friday, when Honor appeared again, and reminded me that we were going to the movies Saturday night. As if I could have forgotten about our last date.

That night, I was doing my homework up in my bedroom, still chained up in my maid's uniform when my sister commanded me to come downstairs. When I came down to the living room, there was a teenage boy standing next to my sister. He had short dark hair, was at least a head taller than Kathy, and wore a white polo shirt and a pair of khaki trousers.

"Steve, this is my sister," she said, then gestured to me and said simply, "Alicia?"

So I walked up to them, looked up at him, smiled as best I could and said, "Sir, it's nice to meet you. My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

Then I curtsied, and I waited. That was what I was trained to say, and I expected him to say something nasty, or maybe just burst out laughing at me.

But he just turned to Kathy, grinned, and said "You were serious! I only half-believed you!"

She was smiling from ear to ear and just shook her head.

Then Steve turned back to me and said, "Alicia, it's nice to meet you, too, and I'm sure we'll get to know each other better!"

Then Kathy unchained me and said, "Alicia, why don't you go downstairs and tie yourself up? A loose hogtie should be good enough, so make yourself nice and comfy! We'll be down to see you in a while."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I'll be happy to!"

To be honest, I really was happy to get away from them, and couldn't get out of there fast enough, but not before I heard him ask Kathy, "She can really tie herself up?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "She's good at it. She likes being tied up even more than she likes sucking cocks."

When I got downstairs, I tied my ankles with a rope, and then used another rope to tie my ankles to a pair of handcuffs. She didn't say I had to gag myself, but by now I figured that probably went without saying. Sandra always says it isn't really bondage without a gag, so I strapped a penis gag around my head. Finally, I rolled over onto my stomach, snapped the handcuffs onto my wrists, and settled down to wait.

Eventually they came downstairs and found me lying on the floor.

Steve looked up and down the basement, and whistled. "This is some place you got here!" Then he walked around me and said, "She really did it!"

"Of course, she's into self bondage, and a lot more!" Kathy said. "Look at those pictures on the wall."

He stared at the pictures of me with hot wax droppings all over my naked chest, me with my face all swollen up from the pump gag in my mouth, and me ball-gagged, tied up, and having to chase a dog whose leash was tied to my penis.

"Wow! This is some wild stuff she's into!" he said.

"That's what I've been telling you. She'll do anything you want!" Kathy said. "Isn't that right, Alicia?"

I nodded my head and tried to say, "Yes, Mistress."

Then they sat down together on the couch and started making out. As if I wasn't even there. So I'm lying there face down on the floor with a penis gag in my mouth, and all I can do is listen to the two of them smooching.

Finally, Kathy asked him, "You ready?"

He just grunted, and the the two of them got up.

Kathy pulled me up to my knees and asked me, "Alicia, would you like to give Steve a blow job now?"

I nodded my head immediately, and then looked at the bulge in his pants. As he unzipped his pants, I saw a flash go off, and turned to see Kathy pointing her phone at me. Of course she would want to record this.

Then she got the gag out of my mouth, and let it dangle around my neck.

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine," I said, and then I saw Steve's cock spring out of his pants. It was big.

"Something the matter, Alicia?" she asked.

"Oh my God," I said, staring at his erect cock.

Steve turned to Kathy, and said, "Actually, I get a lot of that!"

"Don't worry, she's been looking forward to this all week!" Kathy said.

Steve lifted my head, and guided his penis into my mouth. I started licking and sucking, and tried to remember to breathe each time it slid out of my mouth. But it filled my mouth, and seemed to keep growing. I tried to take it all in, but finally it slammed into the back of my throat and made me gag.

He pulled out, and I had to cough for a while before I caught my breath. I looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm little and you're just too big."

"Yeah, I get a lot of that too," he said. "Let's start over."

So he slid his penis into my mouth again, but didn't try to shove it all the way in, and within moments he was spurting, filling my mouth with the salty goo.

I swallowed all I could, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me another chance."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, Alicia," he said.

Then Kathy put the gag back into my mouth, laid me face down again, and said, "I'll be back later."

Then the two of them left, and I had to wonder how much trouble I was in. I had one job, and I literally blew it.

Later that night, I heard footsteps approaching. My sister had returned by herself. She pulled me up to my knees, took the gag out of my mouth, and sat in front of me on the sofa. She put her hands on her hips, and sighed.

"Alicia, what am I to do with you?" she asked. "If the only thing you're good for is sucking cocks, and you can't even do that right?"

I thought that was a little harsh, but by Kathy's standards that was actually being very nice. I knew I had to try to get out in front of this by apologizing profusely. "Mistress Katherine, I'm so sorry! It's just that I'm still learning, and he's so big! I know that's no excuse, and I deserve to be punished, but I promise I'll try to do better next time!"

"Of course you will be punished for disappointing my boyfriend. But since you are still are a work in progress, I won't beat you. This time!"

Then she untied my ankles, marched me over to the sawhorse, and pulled my panties off. I nearly jumped when she started lubing my ass, and I knew what was coming next. I tried to relax when a butt plug forced its way in, and I gasped when my cheeks closed around it.

Then she lowered me to the floor, face down, tied my ankles again, and then drew them up to my butt. I groaned when she bound me in a much tighter hogtie, with the plug pressing against me, and then she put the penis gag in my mouth again.

"Sandra will be back later tonight, and she can let you go," she said.

So that was how I spent my Friday night, tied up and gagged on the floor with my mouth full of cum and a plug in my ass. Later that night, Sandra came home and eventually untied me.

CHAPTER 5
I HATE PARTIES

The next day, Arcadia came over to help me with another rehearsal of Bimbo Girl. I had to sing the song so many times that by now I knew all the words in my sleep. Finally she was satisfied that at least my dancing had improved. A little.

Then she asked me, Are you still working out on the treadmill?"

"Yes, I actually ran a little bit this week, but still I'm mostly just walking on it."

"That's good," she said. "Because I was thinking that if you really wanted to get in better shape, you might give the martial arts school another try."

I stared at her in dismay. "Um-" I started.

"Don't worry, "she said. "I talked to Sensei Erina about what happened to you, and she assured me that nothing like that will happen again."
"But-" I said.

"I've thought about this," she went on. "You can go there dressed in a uniform, so you don't have to worry about being ambushed in the dressing room. You can just leave your shoes and socks out in the main room, and then go home wearing the uniform too."

"Mistress Arcadia, I know you mean well, but those kids are scary. Any one of them might hurt me."

"I talked to Sensei about that too, and she said that after the warm-up is over, you can work with me for the entire class. We can work together on some of the basic moves."

She had really put a lot of thought into this. "All right, let me finish working on this Bimbo Girl routine," I said. "And if I survive the Halloween party, then I'll give the martial arts school another try, OK?"

"All right," she said. "That will be early November then, so keep running on the treadmill, and you'll be stronger by then."

So that was settled. If I didn't get killed at Amanda's party, then the kids at the martial arts school would finish me off.

My life settled into a routine in October. I walked and even ran on the treadmill, I rehearsed my song with Arcadia, and I practiced deep-throating a dildo. My social life had settled down to making out with Jamie after school (I usually just closed my eyes and pretended I was kissing a girl) and then making out with Honor at the movies on Saturday nights, hoping she hadn't thought up anything new that might get me arrested or killed.

Then it was Halloween, and Arcadia had decided I was as ready as I would ever be. So I was dressed up in my cute little cheerleader outfit, red and pink with a pleated skirt, my pom-poms, and my too-big white plastic boots. Those were hand-me-downs from a bigger girl, and I just stuffed tissues in the toes to make them fit. I also had to wear a butt plug, but at least it was one of the smaller ones. But from my experiences at Amanda's parties, I expected this wouldn't be the only thing shoved into my butt tonight.

Of course I wasn't going to make it out of the house without a conversation with my sister.

"Alicia, it's nice to see you're still getting some use out of your old cheerleader uniform," she said.

"I think it's very pretty, Mistress," I said.

"So do you have any plans for the party, aside from singing Bimbo Girl?"

I shook my head. "I never know what's going to happen at these parties. Maybe Mistress Sandra could tell you more."

"That's all right. In that outfit, you're going to be some guy's wet dream!" she said. "I'm sure you'll be the most adorable sissy there tonight!"

"Thank you, Mistress Katherine," I said.

"And you remembered to give yourself an enema, didn't you?" she asked. "You wouldn't want to be licking your own shit off some guy's dick like last time."

"Yes, I did, Mistress," I said. "I certainly don't want to have to do that again."

At last Sandra showed up, and told me it was time to go.

"When you get home, be sure and tell me what happened!" Kathy said.

"Yes Mistress, I will," I said as I finally got away from her.

I sat quietly in the car with Sandra on the long drive out to Amanda's ranch. She was dressed as a pirate, complete with a sword.

"Alicia, you aren't worried, are you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. "Of course I am."

But she just laughed. "Look at it this way," she said. "It will be exciting, and you'll have fun!"

"Oh, it will be exciting, all right!" I said. But I expected other people would be having all the fun, and at my expense. At least that's what happened every other time I went to one of these parties.

Even though it was a very long drive, we still got there far too soon for my liking.

Amanda was there to greet us, dressed up as a giant black widow spider. I took one look at her, and was ready to turn around and walk out. Then Sandra shoved me forward.

"Alicia, you look adorable in that costume!" she said.

"Thank you, Ma'am, but it's not really a costume," I said. "I actually was a cheerleader in school last year."

"Really? So you were dancing and waving your pom-poms in front of the entire school?" she asked. "That must have been a lot of fun."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

Then she held out a pink wristband. "You'll be wanting this, of course," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, taking the band that was an invitation to rape and molestation, and sliding it onto my wrist.

"Let's go, Alicia," Sandra said, and we were off into the main room of the party.

There were already dozens of people milling around and chatting with each other. I wondered how many of these guys would abuse or molest me before this evening was over, because I really didn't think they had invited me here for my talent as a singer and dancer.

She took me into the big room with the huge chandelier and said, "Stand over there by the wall. That's where you'll be performing. I will get the music set up."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, as people started filing into the room.

As the room filled up, I noticed that Amanda had arrived, and her women had set up cameras on tripods on both sides of the room.

"Get ready," Sandra said, "The music is about to start!"

As the music came up, I started feeling the rhythm, and as I shimmied, I started feeling the butt plug too, and that wasn't a lot of fun. But the show must go on, so I started singing and dancing, "I'm a bimbo girl, in a bimbo world." I went on and on, singing "I can't help but smile, your pants stick out a mile. I bleach blonde my hair, don't wear underwear! Yes, I'm tempting, but my head is empty."

Some of these guys actually knew the song, and every time I got to the chorus, the crowd sang along, "Come on, Bimbo, do the limbo!"

As I was about to finish the song, I did one of my high kicks, and my too-big right boot went flying off like a missile. I had no idea where it landed, but the entire crowd roared. At last it was over and I curtsied for my audience, who then gave me a sustained ovation. When the cheering finally ended, someone was kind enough to return my missing boot.

Then Amanda came up to me. "Well done, Alicia!" she said. "We should have you sing and dance here more often!"

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said. "But I'm not really much of a performer."

"We'll see," she said. "Are you ready for the next activity?"

I had no idea what the next activity would be, and my wristband implied that it could be absolutely anything, so off we went into another room. She handed me a pink leotard, and told me to leave the rest of my clothes here.

So I changed into the pink bodysuit, and when I walked barefoot back into the room, Amanda took me by the hand, and led me around the house to another room. The floor was covered with a large blue rubber mat, and she pointed to one corner of the mat "Alicia, go stand there."

As I did so, I saw a blonde girl in a red leotard go to the opposite corner of the mat. Then I did a double-take: it was Jamie!

"Jamie!" I called out to him.

He smiled and waved to me.

Then Amanda spoke up. "We have a special activity tonight! We rarely get to see this, but tonight we will have Sissy Wrestling!"

Sissy wrestling?? I looked at Amanda and then at Jamie. I was supposed to wrestle Jamie? He was bigger and stronger than me, and I was a klutz who could barely dance without tripping and falling down, even when I didn't have a butt plug inside me. And what does the winner get? Or more to the point, what happens to the loser? I wondered.

Amanda went on, "The rules are simple. No biting, no eye-gouging. Stay on the mat. The fight ends with a pin or a submission. Go to it, kids!"

As Jamie advanced toward me, I asked him, "Do we really have to do this?"

"Alicia, let's get this over with quickly," he said, reaching for me.

I tried to slide away, and get around him, but he grabbed me and threw me on the mat. I landed on my stomach, and he straddled me, kneeling across my back. Then he grabbed my right arm, and twisted it behind my back.

"Alicia, give up!" he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

I still didn't know what losing this fight would mean, so I gritted my teeth and tried to take the pain, but it just hurt too much.

"I give up!" I said. "I give up!"

He let go of me, got up and stood over me with his arms raised in victory. There was applause all around the room, and I just lay there on the mat, rubbing my shoulder.

"Jamie, as the winner, it's your decision," Amanda said. "Which one of you will give the blow jobs?"

I looked up at him, wondering if that what this fight was about.

He pointed down at me and said, "Alicia will."

I scowled at him, but of course he had won, so I would have to do this.

Then he winked at me and said, "You can thank me later!"

Now I was really pissed off at him; he knew what I would have to do, and he was making fun of me!

One of Amanda's henchwomen led me away into another room, and started tying me up. My wrists were tied behind me, my elbows were nearly tied together, another rope was tied around my ankles, and then wound around and around my legs, finally being tied off around my waist, so my legs couldn't move at all. Then my wrists were pulled up into a strappado position, tied off by another rope leading upward. Finally she tied my hair into a pony tail, and then tied that back to my wrists, pulling my head back so I was completely helpless.

"Ma'am, you don't have to tie me up so tight," I said. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Yes, I'm sure you will," she said. "But you look so cute this way, and the guys will really love it!"

Once she was satisfied with my bondage, she left the room, and a man dressed as a butler came in. Unfortunately, he wasn't here to serve me; it was the other way around.

To make a long story short, about a dozen guys made good use of my mouth, but none of them were as big as Steve, and none of them made me gag on their cocks, but my jaw ached by the time they were done with me.

At last, Amanda walked in, and asked me, "Alicia, would you like to try something else?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. I had no idea what came next, but my jaw was so sore that I really needed a break from this.

Then she untied me, which was really a relief, and held out a plastic bottle. "Alicia, how about a drink of water?"

"Thank you very much," I said, opening the bottle and guzzling it.

Then she led me through the house, and out into the backyard.

"This is the Wheel of Fortune!" she said, pointing to a huge wheel larger than a person, mounted on a wooden stand.

'How does that work?" I asked.

"You climb up onto those two metal stirrups at the bottom, facing me," she said.

"Uh, Ma'am, is anyone going to throw knives at me?" I asked.

"Not exactly, Alicia," she said.

So I climbed up onto the stirrups.

"Now reach up toward that metal ring with your right hand."

I did so, and she tied my wrist to the metal ring. Then she used another rope to tie my left wrist to a metal ring on the other side of the wheel. And finally she tied my ankles to the stirrups I was standing on.

"That should keep you in place," she said. "We wouldn't want you to fall off the wheel."

"No, we really wouldn't want that," I agreed.

But she didn't elaborate on why I might fall off the wheel, and just walked away. So I was outside, all by myself, and tied to this huge wheel.

Then a girl dressed as Batgirl came out of the house, carrying boxes and placing them on a pair of tables about ten feet away from me. After she had brought out eight boxes, she walked over to the wheel, and stood right in front of me, but didn't say anything.

So finally I said, "Good evening, Batgirl." I thought if I talked to her, she might tell me what was going on.

Instead she kissed me. And it was a real kiss, leading with her tongue. Even though a cowl covered most of her face, I couldn't help but recognize that kiss, and when she pulled back, I said, "Honor??"

She glared at me, said, "Is that how you address me??" Then she stomped back to the boxes, reached into one, and took out a pink balloon. As she reared back, I realized this wasn't an ordinary balloon. And as she let it go, I knew for sure it was a water balloon, and a second later it exploded all over my face.

As I blinked and tried to shake the water out of my eyes, I saw Honor standing right in my face again. "I'm sorry, Miss," I said. "I didn't know it was you, I was so surprised just to see you here!"

"All right then, sissy, we're still going to the movies Saturday night," she said. "Assuming you make it out of here alive, I mean."

"Yes, Miss," I said.

Then she held a penis gag up to me. I opened my mouth, and she secured it in place. "That will protect some of your face," she said.

By now Amanda and many of the guests were crowding around the tables.

"Honor, start the wheel," Amanda said. "That will make her harder to hit."

Honor went around behind the wheel, and I heard the sound of some machinery whirring. Then the wheel started to turn, and I was upside down. Oh no, I thought. This wasn't going to be a lot of fun.

"Make two lines," Amanda called out to her guests. "One balloon to a customer."

The wheel continued to spin, and when I was right side up for a moment, I saw the guests in various costumes had made one line of men, and one line of women. The next thing I knew, pink and blue balloons were flying at me, both hitting me in the chest and sending water splashing all over me.

The wheel just kept spinning, the balloons kept flying, and I was getting hit in the face, the chest, the groin, everywhere, over and over. After several dozen balloons had hit me, and I was completely drenched, the wheel finally stopped.

I just sagged against the wheel, hanging on by my bound wrists, when Amanda walked up to me.

"Alicia, we've run out of balloons, and I was thinking you've had enough for now," she said. "But it's up to you. Would you like us to fill some more balloons?"

By now I was so dazed that even after I tried to shake the water out of my eyes, I still saw three of her. I couldn't speak, so I shook my head, and even that made my head hurt.

"All right, girls, get her down," she said.

Then it looked like six of her henchwomen came up to me and started untying my wrists. As they freed my hands, I figured out there were probably only two of them, and after they untied me, I vaguely remember hearing some applause as they dragged me back into the house.

They brought me into Amanda's office, and deposited me in one of the chairs. Then Amanda and a man dressed as a butler came into the office. By now, I think my head was starting to clear because I only saw one of each of them.

"Alicia, this gentleman would like to speak to you," she said.

Then she left, and he sat behind her desk.

"Alicia, I'd like to have a better look at you," he said. "Please come sit on my lap."

I really didn't want to do that. I pointed to myself. "Sir, I'm all wet."

"That's all right, you won't ruin my costume."

So I walked around the desk, and climbed up onto his lap.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

All I knew was that he was one of the guys who had his dick in my mouth tonight. "No, sir," I said.

"I'm a producer based in Hollywood. Have you ever thought of going into show business?"

I was thinking this must be one of Amanda's perverted friends, so he's probably involved with porn or even child porn. "No, sir. I don't know anything about acting."

"You don't have to. I'm working on a new project. Next summer the state of California wants me to produce the daily broadcast of the lottery numbers. They want to appeal to a younger audience, so I will be casting a pair of teenagers. I already have an actor in mind for the boy, and I'd like you to be the girl."

"Me? Wouldn't you be better off casting an actress? Someone prettier than me, who actually knows how to act?"

"The thing is, teenage actresses may not want to do the things you will do, if you get my drift," he said.

So that was it. "You mean like what I did for you here tonight?"

"Got it in one!" he said. "Very good, Alicia. But there have been casting couches for as long as Hollywood has existed."

"So is there anything else I would have to do?" I said, and then spelled it out. "I mean, besides blow jobs?"

He chuckled. "That's all, Alicia. I don't have the, uh, exotic tastes of some of Amanda's other friends," he said. "Of course we will have to make sure you can get along with the director and the boy you'll be working with."

In other words, I had to blow all three of them. "OK then, so will I get any acting lessons or training before I do this?"

"That won't be necessary. You don't have to do any speaking; you won't even be wearing a microphone. Each time a ball pops up out of the machine, all you have to do is straighten it out to display the number on it, and smile. The boy will do all the talking, and the broadcast only takes one minute. The assignment will last the entire summer, and it pays scale."

"I think I can do that. But aside from that one minute, what do I do for the other 23 hours and 59 minutes each day?"

"You'll be doing a lot of photo shoots. We have a photographer who will build a portfolio of photos for you, but don't worry about that. You may have to pose in a swimsuit or underwear, and do some bondage pictures, but he doesn't do nude photos. So you would get to be on television, which means the visibility of one million people seeing you every night. You can't buy that kind of publicity, and who knows what it might lead to."

"Yes, but everyone will be seeing me as a girl."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Tom Hanks got his big break playing a girl in Bosom Buddies, and he did just fine. So is this something you would like to do?"

"I don't get to make decisions like this. The women in my life tell me what to do."

"But do YOU want to do it?" he asked.

The idea of getting away from my family for an entire summer had a certain appeal to it. "Yes sir, I would like to, but as I said, it's not up to me. I just do as I'm told."

"All right then," he said, picking me up and setting me down on my feet. "I will go get Amanda."

He opened the door, and Amanda came back in, followed by Sandra and Honor, still dressed as Batgirl. Sandra was carrying a towel and my cheerleader outfit.

"Alicia, let's get you out of those wet things," Honor said.

"Yes, Miss," I said, as she unzipped my leotard, and I stepped out of it.

"Your underwear too," she said.

I sighed. I had to undress in front of everyone. Soon I was wearing only my penis chastity and butt plug. But then Sandra gave me the cheerleader outfit, so I quickly got into my sweater, skirt and boots. At least I was dressed again.

Alicia, it's going to be a long ride home," Sandra said. "Why don't you take the butt plug out?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. I had to squat there, and strain in front of everyone, but finally I gasped as it popped out.

As I stood up holding the butt plug, Sandra asked me, "What does a good girl do with her butt plug?"

I felt my face turning red, but I knew what I had to say. "A good girl always keeps her butt plug clean, Mistress."

It would be even worse if I waited for her to order me to do it, so I licked it all clean. Thanks to my enema, it only tasted of lube, so at least that wasn't so bad. Then I looked up to see Amanda and the butler-producer nod to each other, and Honor had a big smile on her face. Sandra held out her purse, and I dropped the plug into it.

Then she whispered to me, "Before we go, don't you want to thank Amanda for inviting you here?"

So I turned to Amanda and said. "Thank you for inviting me, Ma'am," I said. "This was the best one of your parties yet." It was true, too. This was the first time I hadn't been beaten or gang-raped.

"Oh, we all enjoyed having you here, Alicia," she said. "And you can be sure we'll have you back again!"

While Sandra chatted briefly with Amanda, I drifted out of the room intending to make my escape. Then I ran smack into Batgirl, who blocked my way and then backed me up against a wall.

"Alicia, you're such a cute little sissy!" she said.

"Thank you, Miss," I said. "But it's time for me to go home."

"So do you always wear a butt plug?"

"Only when I'm told to," I said.

She picked up a handful of my hair, and let it fall over my shoulder. "You look cute even when you're dripping wet," she said.

Then she planted another kiss on me. As I opened my mouth and kissed her back, I swear this girl was trying to inhale me.

"I…I really have to go now," I said.

"Yes, you keep saying that," she said, standing nose to nose with me.

Then Sandra appeared. "Honor, you can play with her another time, but she has to go home now."

"Oh, all right," she said, and let go of me. "See you at the movies, Alicia."

"Yes, Miss," I said, "See you then."

Then Sandra took my arm and pointed me at the door. I hurried outside before anything else could happen to me. Only when I was safely in the car, and Sandra had started the engine was I sure that I was free, and I had survived another one of Amanda's parties.

Once we were on the road, Sandra asked me, "How did you like the party tonight?"

"It wasn't as bad as her other ones. At least I won't be walking bow-legged for the next few days."

Sandra laughed. "Now that Amanda knows that you don't like being raped, she's giving you new experiences. That's part of the excitement of coming here, you never know what she will have in store for you!"

"That butler guy said he wants me to go to Hollywood next summer to be in the broadcast of the lottery numbers. As a girl, on television."

"Yes, Amanda told me about that. And that interests you?"

"Yes Mistress, I think I'd like to do that, if it's OK with you."

"Well then, if you're a good girl, you'll be spending next summer in Hollywood!"

"So one good thing came out of this party, anyway," I said.

"Is something else the matter?" she asked.

"Did you see what Jamie did to me?" I asked. "That wrestling match? And then he said I could thank him later, and I had to give all those guys blow jobs?"

"You don't know the rules of sissy wrestling, do you?"

"She said no biting or eye-gouging, and to stay on the mat."

"So if you had won, would you have made Jamie give the blow jobs?"

I thought for a moment. "I guess so, but I wouldn't have taunted him like that, telling him to thank me."

She chuckled. "Then it's a good thing he didn't let you win!"

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

"In sissy wrestling, the winner gets to decide which one gives the blow jobs. Then the other one gets his ass pounded. Jamie knew you didn't want that, and he could have given the blow jobs himself, and set you up to be gang-raped."

"Oh," I said. "I didn't know that."

"So that changes things, does it?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"That's why you're not walking bow-legged now. So the next time you see him, you might want to thank him after all."

"You're right, Mistress," I said. "I didn't understand."

Then all I could think about on the ride home was how everyone made decisions about me, ran my life for me, and told me what to do.

When I got home, Kathy was waiting to hear from me about the party. I told her about performing Bimbo Girl, the Wheel of Fortune, and Sissy Wrestling, and the forced blow jobs that followed. Of course she was delighted, and looked forward to seeing the video. All in all, just another typical Halloween for me, Alicia the sissy.

At least my evening was over and I was still in one piece, I thought. Then Sandra told me to go down to the basement. Now what? I wondered.

I was waiting in the basement dungeon, when she arrived. "Mistress Sandra, did I do something wrong tonight?" I asked. "I'm sorry if I did something bad-"

"Alicia, lift up your skirt and sit down," she said.

I did as I was told, and since I had taken off my wet panties at the party, my penis was in clear view.

She frowned at me. "Hmm, it looks like your chastity needs cleaning again," she said, and then unlocked it and slid it off me. "Come up to bed when you're ready."

My eyes widened as I realized I hadn't been a bad girl tonight, I had been a good girl, and was being rewarded! "Thank you, Mistress Sandra!" I called after her as she left.

I only jerked off once. I thought about waiting around and doing it again, but I didn't want to abuse the privilege, so I hurried upstairs. Sandra was waiting for me, slid the chastity back on to me, locked it, and put me to bed.

CHAPTER 6
MORE MARTIAL ARTS

A couple of days later, Arcadia came over to watch the video of me singing Bimbo Girl at the Halloween party. She started laughing when I launched my boot into the audience, but other than that, she thought it came out well enough.

"So how do you feel about starting martial arts again on Tuesday?" she asked.

I had forgotten about that. Actually I had hoped she would forget about it too. "I guess so," I said. "Are you sure the other kids are going to be OK with me being there?"

"The instructors will, and that's all that matters," she said. "I will work with you on some of the most basic techniques."

Tuesday night, I dressed in a uniform Arcadia had given me, and Sandra dropped us off at the martial arts school.

"You can leave your shoes and socks under that bench." Arcadia said. "So you can stay out here, and not have to go into the dressing room."

She went to get dressed, and I just sat there and watched the other kids stretching and warming up on the mat while I waited for Arcadia to come back.

Then one of the instructors called the class to order, and we had to run endless laps around the room. But this time I was in better shape, so by the end of the warm-up, I was only tired this time, instead of completely exhausted. I still couldn't do any push-ups, but I made it through the rest of the exercises.

Then I walked over to Arcadia, when another kid came up to me.

"Hey Alicia," he said, "Which dressing room do sissies use, anyway?"

Before I could say anything, Sensei Erina called out to him, "Jerry, give me twenty push-ups! Now!"

"Yes, Sensei," he said, and got down on the mat and started doing push-ups.

When he finished, she said, "The next time you say anything like that, it will be fifty!"

"Yes, Sensei," he said, as he went slinking away from me.

"Arcadia and Alicia, go over to the side of the mat," Sensei Erina said. "The rest of you with me."

The other kids all gathered around her, as Arcadia and I stood off to the side.

"I need a volunteer!" Sensei Erina said. "Jerry!"

He stepped forward.

"Throw a straight right at me" she said.

He threw the punch, and she slipped it, struck his arm, spun him around, locked her arms around his neck in a choke hold, and slammed him to the mat.

"Did everyone see that?" she asked.

"Sensei, could you please do that a little slower?" one kid asked. "I didn't get all of it."
"Again, Jerry!" she said.

He got up, threw another punch, got smacked, choked, and slammed again.

Arcadia whispered to me. "That's what happens when you mess with Sensei Erina. She doesn't put up with any nonsense!"

I nodded, as Jerry got up. Someone still needed to see the technique again, and so he got clobbered for a third time.

The other kids paired up to work out, and Arcadia started trying to teach me some basic techniques involving grabbing an opponent, and then trying to escape. Then she showed me a basic take-down move, which seemed simple enough. So then she had me try it on her, and of course I got it wrong, and she used a counter-move to throw me instead, and I landed on the floor again.

I sat there, my palms flat on the mat behind me, as I looked up at her. "I didn't get that right, did I?" I asked.

As she started to speak, another kid behind me got thrown, and his knee landed on my outstretched hand.

"Sorry about that," he said, but he twisted his knee around as he got off me.

A wave of pain shot through my hand and made me scream. I held up my hand, and saw that most of my pinky finger was pointing almost sideways.

Arcadia ran off as the pain made me stare at my hand in horror. Then she returned with Sensei Erina, who took me by the other hand, and said, "Come with me!"

I got up and followed her out of the main area and into a small room.

"Alicia, turn your head, and look at that wall!" she said.

I just gritted my teeth against the pain and stared at the wall. Then I felt her pulling at my finger until I heard a popping sound. Then the awful pain suddenly stopped.

Relief washed over me. "Thank you, Sensei!" I said. "Thank you so much!"

She started wrapping my pinky and ring fingers together with adhesive tape. "I don't think you'll need any medical attention," she said. "This often happens here, and your finger should be fine, but you might want to rest it for at least a week or two."

I went out and showed my finger to Arcadia and told her what happened. Then I just sat on the bench for the rest of the class, and decided that maybe martial arts wasn't right for me.

When I got home and showed everyone my swollen finger, Kathy and Sandra told me in a (more or less) polite way that I wasn't cut out for martial arts training. My big brother was another story.

"So you're quitting again, after one day?" Ron asked me.

"I dislocated my finger," I said.

"So that's it?" he asked. "You're just gonna quit?"

"Ron, my finger was pointing sideways!"

"Do you know what happens when a football player dislocates a finger? They take him over to the sidelines, pop it back into place, tape it up, and send him back out on the field again. He only misses one play!"

I sighed. "Ron, I'm not a football player."

"Damn straight you're not! You're better off as a girl," he snarled at me, and walked out.

That's why I could never expect any help from my brother, no matter what Sandra or Kathy did to me.

The next day, after I got home from school, Sandra was waiting for me. "Alicia, I think you should invite your girlfriend to come over."

"My girlfriend?" I asked.

"Batgirl from the party. Honor? I think we should all meet this girl you've been dating."

"Um, I can ask her, but you know it's up to her. She does whatever she wants."

"I understand she has a strong personality, but when you see her Saturday night, just ask her if she would like to come over here some weekend and meet Kathy."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. But the last thing I wanted was Honor and Kathy together. Imagine those two dragons exchanging ideas on what they might do to me.

Saturday night, I was sitting in the theater next to Honor.

"So what happened to your finger?"

"I hurt it doing martial arts," I said, looking at my taped fingers.

"YOU do martial arts??" she asked me. "I didn't know that! We could spar sometime!"

"No!" I said, thinking that would surely end with me being either crippled or killed. "I mean I had to quit. I just tried it once and got my finger dislocated."

"I could teach you," she said. "I've trained in a half-dozen martial arts!"

"No, I really don't think this is for me," I said. "Besides, I heard about what you did to that boy last year."

"Oh, him!" she said. "Yeah, but he had it coming. He pulled my ponytail!"

I just looked at her.

"I don't hurt people that I like," she said, and then grinned at me. "Unless they want me to!"

I really wanted to change the subject. "So do you go to a lot of Amanda's parties?"

"Sometimes," she said. "I get to practice beating up guys there!"

"Does everything with you always lead back to beating up guys?"

"Of course," she said. "I'm going to be a dominatrix when I grow up!"

I nodded. "I really think that's a good career choice for you. I mean, you certainly have a talent for it."

"Amanda thinks so, too."

"Oh, and I have to ask you. My sister and sister-in-law are wondering if you'd like to come over to our place to meet them. I know it's probably not-"

"I'd love to!" she said.

"OK, some weekend then, I'll give you my address-"

"How about tomorrow?"

So we agreed that she would come over at noon. And that meant she was going to see me chained up in my pink maid's uniform, serving my family and then being forced to eat my own lunch on the floor. Of course, she already knew I was a sissy, so most likely none of that would be much of a surprise for her.

CHAPTER 7
TWO DRAGONS MEET

Kathy and Sandra were delighted to hear that Honor would be coming over to visit. And the next day, she was here.

When the doorbell rang, Sandra said, "Alicia, why don't you let her in?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and hobbled to the door in my chains.

I opened the door, and Honor looked up and down at me in my maid's uniform and chains. A broad smile spread across her face and she said, "Alicia, you look adorable! Is this how you dress around the house?"

"Yes, Miss," I said. "Won't you please come in?"

She followed me inside, where Kathy and Sandra were waiting.

"This is my sister, Mistress Katherine, and I think you know my sister-in-law, Mistress Sandra from the party," I said.

"I'm Kathy," my sister said. "That's just how the little sissy addresses us."

"Oh, she calls you 'Mistress?' That's so sweet," she said. "I'm Honor."

So they get to call her by her name, I thought.

Then as if she could read my mind, she turned to me and said, "Alicia, they don't have to call me 'Miss' because they aren't sissies, understand?"

"Yes, Miss," I said.

She sat down next to me on the living room sofa, put her arm around me and asked, "So how long as she been your sissy maid?"

The girls sat in chairs across from us, and Kathy said, "About a year and a half now."

"Did you have any trouble with her training?" Honor asked.

"Lots of it!" Kathy said. "But eventually the little sissy figured out that she was really hopeless as a boy, and much better off as a girl. Isn't that right, Alicia?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Honor, you're the only girl who's ever shown any interest in Alicia. So I was thinking maybe the two of you would like to double date with me and my boyfriend."

"Oh, that's sounds wonderful!" she said, and turned to me. "Don't you think so, Alicia?"

I shuddered at the idea of another encounter with Steve and his enormous dick, but I recovered enough to squeak out, "Yes, Miss."

"Alicia, is something the matter?" Honor asked.

But before I could think of an answer, Sandra spoke up. "She's just a little nervous around Steve because he's so big. I've been trying to teach her how to deep throat, but things didn't go so well last time."

It was nice of Sandra to spell things out for her, just in case this conversation wasn't humiliating enough.

"I didn't know that. I've only seen her suck her boyfriend at school," Honor said, and turned to me. "Alicia, do you have trouble sucking big cocks?"

It was getting really warm in here. "Yes Miss, and I'd hate to disappoint him again, so-"

"Don't worry about that," Kathy said. "Just do your best and he won't mind."

"Alicia, why don't you go downstairs to the playroom?" Sandra asked. "We'll come down there shortly, too."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and startle to hobble away in my chains.

"Oh Alicia," Kathy called to me. "Why don't you be a good girl and crawl on your hands and knees for us? You can walk when you get to the stairs."

Oh well. I let out a sigh, and got down on my knees. It wasn't as if Honor didn't know about me. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and crawled away.

Then I waited for them downstairs in the dungeon, staring at the black tile floors, the pictures of me in bondage on the walls, the whips and paddles hanging on the walls. I wondered what Honor would think of our basement.

But I didn't have to wonder for long, as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When the three of them came in, Honor looked around the room and smiled. "I like this place!" she said.

"So does Alicia," Kathy said. "She loves being tied up and helpless down here."

"Well then, Alicia, I have a bondage position I'd like to try out. But you'll need to be unchained first."

"That's no problem," Sandra said, and started unlocking my chains.

"Do you have ropes and gags here?" Honor asked.

Sandra pointed to a cabinet. "Plenty of them. Whatever you need should be in there."

"These should work," Honor said, as she rummaged through the cabinet. "Alicia, take your skirt and panties off."

"Yes Miss," I said, and removed my clothes.

Then she tied a rope around one of my wrists, fed it through a ring set in the ceiling, and use the other end to tie my other wrist. So now I was bound with my wrists tied over my head.

"This ball isn't too big for you, is it?" she said, holding a red ball gag up to my mouth."

"No, Miss," I said, and she locked it into my mouth.

"Now here's where things get interesting," she said, and tied a loop around my ball sack.

My eyes went wide as I tried to look down to see what she was doing.

"Alicia, you need to balance on one leg now," she said. Then she tied a rope around my left ankle, and lifted the foot, and placed it against my inner right thigh. Finally she used a cord to tie my left ankle to the loop around my balls, and said, "You might want to keep that leg up."

Balancing like that wasn't comfortable at all, so I tried to lower my leg, but then I felt the pain tugging on my ball sack. I squealed into the gag, and quickly raised my leg again.

"Sweetie, I told you not to do that!" Honor said.

I shook my head and moaned into the gag. I couldn't keep my leg up forever, but if I lowered my leg, it would tear my balls off. Apparently my sister had reached the same conclusion.

"Honor, we ought to hang out together more often!" she said. "This is fun!"

Kathy got her phone out and pointed it at me as I grabbed at the ropes above me, and every time my leg slipped and the pain shot through my balls, I shook my head and sent my hair flying.

That happened over and over, and my eyes filled with tears as the three of them watched me struggle to keep my leg up until Honor said, "Alicia, have you had enough fun with this position?"

I nodded my head, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You see what a sissy she is," Kathy said. "She cries very easily."

Mercifully, Honor untied my ankle from my balls, and I got both my feet under me. Then she said, "I have another idea."

She marched me to the back of the basement, and sat me on the floor next to the St. Andrew's Cross. The she went back to the cabinet and returned with some bondage equipment. As Sandra and Kathy watched, Honor put a leather collar around my neck, and then padlocked my tied wrists to a ring in the collar behind my neck. So now my bound wrists were tied behind my head.

Then she held up a key and said, "Alicia, I'm going to put this key on the floor on the other end of the basement, so all you have to do is go over there to unlock your wrists from your collar."

I couldn't say anything with this ball in my mouth, but I didn't think it would be too difficult, once I got the padlock unlocked. I could get the ball out of my mouth, and then use my teeth to pick at the ropes on my wrists.

But then she laid me face down on the floor, and used some rope to bind my ankles. "Of course you can't just walk over there! That would be too easy," she said. "This hogtie won't be too tight, but it will keep you from walking, so you'll have to roll around on the floor."

She had pulled my legs back up to my calf, and as I tried to straighten them, I felt a painful tug on my penis!

"Oh, I tied your ankles to your penis chastity, so you probably don't want to try and stretch your legs out too much," she said. "That can't be a good feeling!"

No, it wasn't as I whimpered into the gag. I definitely didn't want to straighten out my legs.

"We could blindfold her too!" Kathy offered helpfully, "Wouldn't that make it even more fun?"

I just groaned. Honor already had enough bad ideas on her own, I really didn't need any help from my sister.

"Not just yet," Honor said. "I think this will be challenging enough for her."

"All right girls, go on upstairs," Sandra said. "Let's leave Alicia to enjoy her bondage."

I wasn't really enjoying it, but the girls did leave.

Then Sandra said, "Alicia, we're going to have lunch soon, and if you can manage to get out of this before we finish lunch, I'll let you eat at the table with us, instead of on the floor."

So now I had some incentive to hurry, as if the ball in my mouth and the ropes around my ankles and wrists weren't enough. I tried to nod my head in acknowledgment, and then Sandra left too.

The key to the padlock was all the way at the other end of the basement, so I had to rock back and forth on my stomach from left to right, until I could flip over on my back. Then I had to do it again, so I could flip over on my stomach, and I had to do it over and over, all the while trying to keep my feet close to my butt so the rope wouldn't pull on my penis chastity.

I slowly made my way, rolling across the floor, and stopping to rest when I had to. I finally made it to the key, got my fingers on it, and then used it to unlock the padlock. At last I could undo the strap to get the ball out of my mouth, and then used my teeth to bite at the knot on the ropes around my wrists.

After what seemed like forever, I undid the ropes, and then my wrists ached as I rubbed them and the circulation came back. Then I had to fumble around behind me to untie the rope from my penis chastity, and then get the rope off my ankles.

I wiped the drool off myself and cleaned up as best I could, put my panties and skirt back on, and then dragged myself upstairs. The three of them were still eating lunch when I arrived.

"Oh, look!" Kathy said. "The little bondage sissy has decided to join us for lunch!"

"Well done, Alicia!" Sandra said.

Honor patted the chair next to her and said, "Sit here, sweetie. You really like bondage, don't you? Being all tied up and helpless!"

"Yes, Miss," I said. "It's so exciting."

"I know, it's so much fun!" she gushed. "And we can do so many things here that we can't do at school, too!"

"Yes, Miss, I can hardly wait," I said. But at least I got to sit at the table for once.

After lunch, Honor went home, and I could relax and be humiliated by my family in the privacy of my own house.

CHAPTER 8
DOUBLE DATE

A couple of weeks later, Kathy mentioned to me that I wouldn't be going to the movies with Honor on Saturday night.

"I thought I was still going out with her," I said. "She didn't tell me anything."

"You ARE going out with her. I spoke to her, and Steve and I will be double dating with the two of you."

"Oh," I said. Kathy had mentioned that we might do this, but I didn't think she was serious.

So they'll meet us here on Saturday, and we'll all be going out to dinner together," she said. "Won't that be fun?"

"Yes Mistress," I said. "I hope so."

Saturday evening, Honor showed up, wearing leather as usual. Kathy was wearing a blouse and a skirt, and I was in a pink dress when Steve showed up. Steve picked us up in his car, and the four of us set off on our double date. Honor was in the back seat with me, and she wasted no time applying a lip lock to me.

"Those two don't waste any time, do they?" Steve asked, looking in the rear view mirror.

"No, they really ought to get a room," Kathy said.

When we parked at a shopping center, Honor finally let go of me. We walked in, and the restaurant looked vaguely familiar.

"Do you remember this place?" Kathy asked me.

"Oh," I said, and looked around. She had brought me here in the summer. I had to give blow jobs to the owner and one of the waiters.

"So it's all coming back to you now?"

"Do I have to-" I started.

"Yes, the owner is looking forward to seeing you again, and Rodolfo is working tonight."

I frowned. This date was not getting off to a good start.

"Also, the maitre d' wants the same thing," she said. "But that's not a problem for you, is it?"

"No Mistress," I said. "Of course I'll do it. But would you please order a cheeseburger and fries for me? I think I'm going to be busy for a while."

"Certainly!" she said.

Then Steve said to me, "Alicia, this is a nice restaurant. Do you have reservations?"

"Yes, lots of them," I said. "But I'm here anyway."

So we walked in, and we didn't even have to tell the maitre d' who we were.

"Ah, Miss Alicia and her friends! Welcome back to our restaurant!" he said.

Apparently if a girl (or a boy dressed as a girl) gives them blow jobs, they remember you. He led us to our table, and then called for Rodolfo.

Rodolfo was delighted to see us, or at least me. "Come with me," he said, took me by the arm, and led me back to the storeroom, where I didn't have to be told what to do. I got down on my knees.

"Your hair is different this time," he said, unzipping his pants. "It's very pretty!"

"Thank you," I said, taking him into my mouth.

He didn't last very long, and I swallowed all of it. Then he thanked me profusely, and said he would send the maitre d' in.

Then the maitre d' came back to see me, and it didn't take a lot of slurping and sucking to get him off either.

"My compliments, Miss Alicia," he said. "Rodolfo said you were good and he wasn't kidding!"

It's so nice to feel appreciated. Then I had to wait for the owner, who was busy in the kitchen. Finally he showed up, and he took longer, but at last I was done.

"My favorite customer!" he said. "It's always a pleasure to see you! I hope you like my sausage."

"Yes, sir!" I said.

None of those guys were as big as Steve, and then I used their bathroom to clean myself up, and now I could finally have my dinner. By the time I got back to the table, everyone else had started eating, and my cheeseburger was waiting for me.

"Alicia, did you take care of your fans?" Kathy asked me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, as Honor was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.

Steve wasn't in on the joke and said, "I thought she had to use the bathroom?"

"I did. Eventually," I said. He could figure it out later. Or Kathy would tell him, but I wasn't going to.

A few minutes later, a very pleased Rodolfo showed up with a serving of sausage for me, compliments of the chef.

After we finished eating, and we got up to leave, Steve said, "Don't we have to wait for the check?"

"Oh, Alicia took care of that," Kathy said. "She has a special relationship with the owner…and the maitre d'…and the waiter-"
"Can we please go now?" I asked.

Kathy just started laughing, and we all left.

We drove off and after a while, Steve drove into a large parking lot, and parked.

I wondered why we were parking here, and then Steve said, "Honor, let's change places."

They both got out of the car, Honor sat in the driver's seat, and Steve sat next to me in the back..

Then Kathy said, "Alicia, can you guess what's going to happen next?"

I had a pretty good idea, and I would have to do it with Honor and my sister watching.

"Last time, she didn't do so good," Kathy said. "She tried to deep throat him."

"But I've been practicing," I said.

Steve unzipped his pants, and his penis stuck out. Even flaccid, it was still big.

"No way!" Honor said.

"I'll bet you a penny she can do it," Kathy said.

"You're on!" Honor said.

"All right, sis," Kathy said. "There's money riding on this, so you better not mess this up!"

My sister was betting a whole penny on me. I hoped that 'penny' wasn't some kind of gambling slang that meant a thousand dollars or something like that. I got down on my knees in front of Steve.

"No pressure, huh?" he said.

I took him in my mouth, and slowly slid him in and out. He was growing larger, but at least I was in control, and could go at my own pace. He wasn't so wide that I couldn't breathe around him as he slid out, and I didn't gag when he reached the back of my throat. I took him all the way in, my chin reaching his balls, and when he spurted inside me, it went straight down my throat, and I didn't even taste much of it.

As I licked my lips, and took a deep breath, Kathy cheered. "See that? Honor, you owe me a penny!"

"Wow, I've never been so happy to pay off a bet!" Honor said. "Alicia, this opens up a lot more possibilities for you!"

I wasn't sure that was a good thing.

Then Steve caught his breath. "Alicia, we need to double date more often!" he said.

I really didn't think that was a good thing either.

CHAPTER 9
AN OLD FRIEND VISITS

The rest of November went by without any more disasters. I think most of the kids at school knew I wasn't really a girl, but that wasn't as big a deal at Fag High. I spent a lot of time with Jamie, and my Saturday nights at the movies with Honor, and Jamie was OK with that too. Arcadia stopped by on most weekends, so that Sandra could make videos of us together. These usually involved me wearing a cute little outfit, and her grabbing me, wrestling me to the floor, tying me up and gagging me. She didn't ever hurt me, and I think she actually enjoyed these sessions even more than Sandra did. Then Thanksgiving came and went.

Then, the day after Thanksgiving, I had finished my housekeeping chores by late afternoon. I was wearing my usual pink maid's uniform, complete with handcuffs and ankle chain, when there was a knock at the door.

Visitors always made me nervous, but Sandra told me not to worry as Kathy answered the door.

A minute later Kathy came back to us with a big smile on her face and said, "Alicia, look who came to pay us a visit!"

I turned to my sister, and saw a boy standing next to her. Not just any boy, but Danny from Santa Cruz. The friend I had grown up with, but had beaten and abused me at my birthday party. My mouth went dry, and a chill went down my spine. I tried to back away, but Sandra held me in place.

"Alicia, it's good to see you again!" he said, walking up to me. "Don't you look pretty in that outfit! So you dress up as a maid all the time?"

"Yes, sir," I croaked. It's a good thing Sandra was holding me, or my knees would have given way.

"Did you get tired of being a blonde?" he asked. "I see you've gone back to your old hair color."

"Yes, sir," I said in a tiny voice.

"Nice hairdo," he said, lifting the hair off one of my shoulders, and letting it fall again. "It makes you look really cute!"

"Thank you, sir," I said.

"So do you have a boyfriend now?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said. "I met someone at school."

"Oh, that's nice," he said. "Does he know you're a sissy?"

"Yes, sir."

"So I guess he's a fag then, right?"

I just nodded my head. I really didn't want to have this conversation.

Then Kathy said, "Sandra, why don't you take Alicia downstairs while I fill in Danny?"

"Good idea," Sandra said, and steered me away from Danny.

As we went downstairs, I said, "Mistress Sandra, I don't understand."

"What's the matter, Alicia?" she asked.

"Mistress, haven't I done everything you asked me to do? Haven't I been a good girl?"

"Yes, you have," she said.

"But then why did you bring Danny here? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Alicia, it's easy to be good when you're at home and safe from outsiders. This is part of your training. We want to see how you behave towards others in more challenging circumstances."

"Training? Training for what? That kid hates me! You saw what happened at my birthday party! He gave me a beating!"

By now we had reached the dungeon playroom, and she started removing my chains. "Then I suggest you behave yourself, and do as you're told."

"I don't understand any of this," I said, as she started tying my wrists behind me. "I feel like I'm being punished for no reason!"

"Alicia, this is not a punishment! All I am going to tell you now is that you had better be a good little girl!"

"Everyone makes decisions about me," I grumbled. "No one ever tells me anything, and I'm just supposed to be a good little girl."

"That's about right," she said, as she finished hogtying me. "Now I'll go up and send him down here."

Now I was really starting to panic. "You're going to leave me alone with him??"

"Yes, Alicia," she said. "But look on the bright side. At least I'm not going to gag you!"

Then she left me alone in the basement. But I wasn't alone for long. A minute later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. For a moment I struggled against the ropes, but it was hopeless. And then Danny stood over me.

I looked up and saw him taking in the view of the entire basement. My personal dungeon.

"Nice place you got here, Alicia," he said. "I'll bet you have a lot of fun down here."

"Yes, sir," I said. I thought that was the safest answer, and I really didn't want to make him mad at me.

"These paddles and whips hanging on the walls, do Kathy and Sandra use them on you?"

"Sometimes," I said.

"Oh hey, these are great pictures here," he said, pointing to the photos of me from Amanda's Halloween party. "Is that hot wax all over your chest? That must have really burned!"

"Yes, sir, it did," I said.

"What happened to your face in this one? You're all swollen up!"

"They put a rubber gag in my mouth and inflated it," I said.

He burst out laughing and said, "That must have been fun!"

"It was fun for them," I said.

"Oh, and you didn't like it?" he asked.

"It was OK until I nearly suffocated."

"Hey, what about this picture? Is that dog tied to your dick??"

"Yes, it was. I had to chase it all over their yard."

"So basically you're such a sissy now, and people can make you do whatever they want, is that it?"

I didn't see any reason to deny it. "Yes sir, some people do that."

"And how long has it been since you sucked a cock?"

I figured he would get around to that, but I hoped that was all he wanted from me. "A couple of weeks ago."

"Who was that?"

"My sister's boyfriend."

"What about your own boyfriend? Aren't you blowing him? Or does he just stick it up your ass?"

"We don't do a lot of that. He's a nice guy and he doesn't want to hurt me."

"Oh, you found yourself a nice guy, isn't that sweet? But he wouldn't mind if you sucked my cock, would he?"

"No sir, he won't mind."

"Good, because I haven't had a blow job since the summer," he said, unzipping his pants. "I don't know anyone but you that likes to suck cock!"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know why Sandra was doing this to me. All I knew for sure was that I had to do whatever Danny wanted, and what he wanted was a blow job.

He started unzipping his pants. "I know how much you fags love to suck cock, so I'm not going to make you wait any longer!"

"Yes sir," I said, "But I'm not really a fag."

"Oh yeah, that's right. You're just a sissy, not a fag," he said, grabbing a handful of my hair. "But the thing is, to me there ain't much difference between sissies and fags. I mean, you're all cocksuckers, right?"

"Yes, sir," I said, as he shoved his cock in my mouth.

As he slammed his penis in and out of my mouth, I flicked my tongue along its length as best I could, and looked up at him. Being all tied up, I had no control over anything as he swelled inside my mouth and then spurted a few times.

"I really missed doing that!" he said, catching his breath. "You sissies really know how suck cock!"

"Thank you, sir!" I said, swallowing, and trying to get the salty taste out of my mouth.

Then he sat down on the sofa, leaving me there on my knees and asked, "So how come you never dressed up like a girl until you moved to LA? Or did you used to play dress up in Santa Cruz and I never knew it?"

So now he wants to get chatty? As if this wasn't humiliating enough? "It was after my parents died. Ron became my guardian, and he was OK with it, and so were Kathy and Sandra."

"Oh so then you always wanted to be a girl, but your parents wouldn't have liked that?"

That wasn't anywhere close to the truth, but that was my story and I was sticking with it. "Right. I was never going to be big and strong like Ron, or even like Kathy, and now I can just be myself."

"So back then, when you were in gym class getting undressed in the locker room, were you looking at the other boys?"

"No, back then I wasn't even thinking about that stuff. It was just about wanting to get dressed up like Kathy."

"At least you weren't looking at me in gym class, anyway."

I just shook my head.

Then he got up. "All right, I'll see you the next time I want a blow job."

I let out a huge sigh of relief as he left the room. I still had his taste in my mouth, but at least I didn't get a beating.

Eventually, Sandra came downstairs and found me. "Oh good, you're still alive," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She started untying my ankles, and helped me to my feet. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "We're just finishing up lunch."

So I had to walk upstairs with my hands still tied behind me. When I got upstairs, Kathy and Danny were still at the table, but it looked like they had finished eating.

Sandra placed bowls of meatloaf and water on the floor, and then helped me down to my knees.

"Doesn't she eat with you?" Danny asked.

"Oh no, of course not!" Kathy said. "We don't let sissies eat at the table with us!"

Danny burst out laughing as I tried to start eating. "You mean she has to eat like a dog every day??"

"Sure, she knows her place," Kathy said. "Her job is to serve us! Isn't that right, Alicia?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and went back to eating.

When I finished eating, Kathy untied me. "Alicia, be a good girl, and go downstairs and hogtie yourself," she said. "Use the penis gag, I know you like those. We'll come down and see you in a while."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, and headed for the stairs.

As I left I heard Danny say, "Can she really tie herself up?"

"Oh yes," Kathy said. "We've been training her in self-bondage, and she loves being all tied up and helpless. Especially when she gets to suck cocks that way!"

So when I got downstairs, I tied my ankles with rope, strapped the penis gag in my mouth, tied a rope from my ankles to a pair of handcuffs, and locked my wrists behind me. The hogtie wasn't tight, but I didn't have to worry about trying to escape. All I had to do was wait for Danny to come downstairs and take advantage of me again.

Which he did. I didn't have to wait long before I heard footsteps coming downstairs. Danny was alone, and he pulled me up on my knees.

"Alicia, that fake cock in your mouth isn't as good as the real thing, is it?" he asked.

I shook my head.

He untied the gag from my mouth, and said, "If you ask me nicely, I might let you suck my cock."

I didn't have a choice, so I said, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

He laughed so hard that he almost started crying. Finally he looked down at me and said, "You know, you are one pathetic loser!"

I could feel my face turning red, and I just bowed my head and looked at the floor.

"What's the matter, sissy?" he asked. "Are you disappointed? You really want to suck my cock, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I mumbled.

"What was that, Alicia?" he said, lifting my chin. "I can't hear you!"

So I looked up at him. "Sir, I thought you wanted me to suck your cock," I said. "Please let me suck your cock!"

He let go of me and unzipped his pants. At last I could get this over with. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and started shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock grew and started spurting, with some of the cum getting on my face and in my eyes. I blinked and tried to shake my head.

"Oops, looks like you didn't swallow all of it that time!" he said. Then he took out his phone and started taking pictures of me. "But it's a nice look on you, don't you think?"

"Yes sir," I said. "Thank you for letting me suck my cock!"

When he got tired of laughing at me, he left me there on the floor, and went upstairs. At least he hadn't hurt anything but my pride.

Eventually Sandra came down to take a look at me. "Alicia, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Mistress," I said. "Never better."

"Danny's going to spend the night with us. He'll be sleeping in the extra bedroom, and his parents will be over tomorrow to take him home."

"That's wonderful news, Mistress," I muttered. I didn't know if she was going to leave me here tied up all night, and right now I didn't even care.

"Alicia, did Danny hit you? Did he hurt you at all?"

"Not yet, Mistress. No," I said.

"Then what's the matter?" she asked.

"I still don't know why he's here," I said. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

"Then it's time I put you to bed," she said, and started untying me. "Take a shower, and get into a nightgown."

Of course she didn't answer my question, and when she untied me, I said, "Yes, Mistress," and got up and left the room.

After I had cleaned up, and got into a white nightgown, she tied me to the bed in my leather cuffs. Then she brought Danny in to see me. There I was, all tied up in my frilly nightgown.

"Wow!" he said. "Does she sleep like this every night?"

"Yes, she loves being tied up, and the leather cuffs are so comfortable that she doesn't mind at all. Isn't that right, Alicia?"

"Yes Mistress," I said.

"That's a cute picture of you in your cheerleader outfit," he said.

"Thank you," I said, wishing they would let me go to sleep.

"Look at those framed pages on the wall," Sandra said.

He took a closer look, and started laughing. "Alicia, do you need these to remind you that you're a sissy and you like to suck cock?"

"My sister put them up, you would have to ask her."

He took out his phone and took pictures of everything, including me in my nightgown. "The kids back home are going to love this!" he said.

"All right, Danny let's go. She needs her beauty sleep," she said, and then added, "Good night, Alicia."
"Good night," I said.

And yet another horrible day was over.

Danny spent the next day with us, and he must have been making up for lost time, because I had to give him three more blow jobs before his parents finally showed up to take him home.

I was tied up in the dungeon when Sandra came downstairs and told me Danny was gone. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Alicia, I'm very proud of you," she said.

"Why is that, Mistress?"

"I'm aware that having your old friend here was very stressful for you."

"You could say that. He hates me, and I thought it was only a matter of time before I ended up either badly beaten or killed."

"And yet nothing like that happened. All you had to do was give him a few blow jobs. This was a test of your submissive nature."

"Mistress, don't you already know that? I always do whatever you tell me to."

"I need to see what you are capable of, and what your limits are. You did very well. I'm not going to explain any more than that right now."

With her talking in riddles, I didn't understand anything, but at least she started untying me.

Then she took another look and said, "I think your penis chastity needs cleaning again." She unlocked it, slid it off, and then finished untying me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said as she left. I never understood why she did things, and never knew what to expect from her, but at least that thing was off me for a little while. Of course when I went up to bed, she put it back on me again.

CHAPTER 10
THE MEN OF PHI ALPHA GAMMA

The month of December just flew by, and I had made it through the fall semester at school. Then on Christmas Day, Sandra brought me down to our living room, where two presents remained under the Christmas tree. "Open the little one first," she said. "It's from Kathy."

I didn't really want any gifts from my sister, but I had to open it. It was a wide leather belt. "Mistress, this is the widest belt I've ever seen." I said.

"That's a skirt," she said.

I took another look at it, horrified. I wore more than this when I went swimming. "This would barely cover most of my butt!"

"Then you'll only want to wear it on special occasions. Now open the big present. That's one from Ron and me."
Since Ron barely recognized that I existed, I suspected that whatever this was, it was really from Sandra. I opened it up and found what looked like a black leather sleeve, that laced all the way up.

"That's an arm-binder," she said, "Let me show you how it works."

Then she gathered my arms behind me, slid them into the arm-binder, all the way to the gloves, and started lacing it tighter and tighter. "Mistress, how am I supposed to get out of this? I can't even move!"

"This isn't for self-bondage. This is what we'll use when you want to feel completely helpless, and you don't have to worry about ropes cutting into you."

"I see," I said. "Thank you, Mistress."

Later that day, I found out they gave Kathy a car for Christmas. She had just gotten her driver's license, and it was an old car, but still, it was a car. So I got an arm-binder, and she got a car. That's about right for us, considering I was a servant and she was my mistress.

The spring semester started at school, and life was reasonably normal for me, all things considered. Almost all of the kids left me alone, and even the few of them that called me Sailor Sissy, or made nasty remarks didn't do any more than that. On more than one occasion, the dykes told me they would love to drag me into a closet and ream my ass with a strap-on, but they knew I was with Jamie and Honor, and they were afraid of him and terrified of her. So no one really bothered me too much.

At home, Kathy had me running on the treadmill because no one likes a fat sissy, and I had to keep my trim girlish figure. She also made me strut up and down the entire driveway in high heels in case I wanted to do some modeling one of these days.

Sandra made sure I kept practicing deep-throating, and once or twice a month, Kathy had Steve come over on Friday nights so I could deep-throat him for real. Sandra had Arcadia come over on the weekends for her bondage photo and video sessions. She was always chatting with me about how she had dumped her latest boyfriend. I couldn't even keep track of all of them. I don't think she ever dated anyone for more than a couple of weeks.

Then in early spring, Kathy got some news.

"I just got accepted to college, my first choice!" she said.

"Congratulations, Mistress!" I said, thinking at last my sister would go away to school. "Where will you be going?"

"That's the best part!" she said. "The school is local, right here in the city!"

"So will you be joining a sorority there?" I asked hopefully.

"I've thought about that, how it would be part of the whole college experience. But on the whole, I think I'll be a lot more comfortable living here at home. I mean, it's only a fifteen minute commute, and I have my own little sissy here to wait on me, hand and foot. How could anything at school top that, right Alicia?"

How very practical of her. "Yes, Mistress, of course. I would have missed you something awful if you went away to school," I lied.

Then Sandra came home, and Kathy gave her the news. I had been thinking about college too, and I had come up with a plan.

"So next year I'll be applying to college too," I told them.

But Kathy just laughed. "College? You?" Kathy said. "Alicia, the only things you would take up in college would be time and space!"

"My grades are good, and I'm sure I could get into a university," I said.

"And do what then?" Kathy asked.

"I have an idea. I will get a degree in finance, and then I'll go to work for one of those big Wall Street banks. Those bankers make millions of dollars a year, so I'd only have to work for a few years, and then I could retire."

Kathy shook her head. "That is the dumbest idea I've ever heard! You have to have the right connections to get those jobs, and you would probably need a MBA just to get hired."

"I think I already have the only skill I need to get hired. I can give blow jobs. So if I go to school in New York, I'll find out which bars the bankers hang out in, and do whatever it takes to get hired. I've never yet seen a guy turn down a blow job. And women sleep with the boss to get ahead in their careers, so why shouldn't I? Once I get hired, those banks have training programs, so they'll teach me whatever I need to know."

Then Sandra said, "Alicia, that is not going to work. I've met some investment bankers at Amanda's parties. Those guys would chew you up and spit you out! They're all hard-driving, and they have to be just to survive on Wall Street. That is a testosterone-fueled environment, and there is no way you'll ever make it there. You're going to have to think up another career plan."

So now I was back to square one, and the only job I was qualified for was housekeeper. A few days later, I was still trying to think up a new plan when Kathy told me she had gotten permission from Honor to take me to the university that had accepted her on Saturday to have a look around. "Wear your cute little micro-skirt and a pair of heels," she said.

It was Saturday afternoon, when Kathy drove me to the university, and she parked on a tree-lined street.

"Now you'll get to see what college life is really like," she said as we got out of the car.

"What are those three symbols on this building?" I asked as we approached it.

"This is fraternity row," she said. "And this is the frat house I want you to take a look at. Those are Greek letters on the facade, Phi Alpha Gamma."

We walked into the entry hall of a large building, I heard music coming from other rooms, and a tall young guy with disheveled hair met us.

"Are you ladies in the right house?" he asked. "Sorority row is at the other end of the campus."

"Yes, my little brother here is thinking of applying to this university, and I wanted him to see what fraternity life is all about," she said. "Bill asked us to stop by."

"Oh OK. Your brother, huh?" he said, looking me up and down. "Wait here, I'll go get Bill."

"So now I'm your brother?" I whispered.

"Alicia, this IS a fraternity," she said. "But I'm sure you'll fit in."

Then Bill came up to us; a short, stocky blond kid. "You must be Kathy," he said to her. "I'm Bill, we spoke on the phone."

"Yes," she said, and turned to me. "Tell him your name!"

I sighed. I should have known something like this would happen. So I said, "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

He turned to Kathy and said, "You were serious!"

"It's all true," she said, and handed him a purse. "Alicia's favorite toys are in here."

He took the purse and then turned to me. "Alicia, you're invited to our party tonight!"

"But-" I started.

"Alicia, be a good girl, and I'll stop by tomorrow to take you home," she said.

As I turned to watch her leave me here, Bill put his arm around me, and said, "Come with me!"

"Uh, what kind of party is this?" I asked.

"The best kind!" he said. "Don't worry, I'm the president of the fraternity, and this is just the kind of fun that new pledges have during Hell Week."

As he led me upstairs, I figured Hell Week couldn't be too bad if everyone here had gone through it, and lived.

He took me into a bedroom, opened up the purse, and took some rope out. "All right, Alicia, put your hands behind your back."

I pointed at the rope. "That rope can cut off my circulation," I said. "Have you done this before?"

"Plenty of times. I'm into bondage too," he said. "Now do as you're told or I'll tell your sister you were a bad girl!"

I didn't want that to happen, so I let him tie my wrists. Then he sat me on the bed, rolled me onto my stomach, and quickly hogtied me. At least he was fast and efficient, so maybe he really did know what he was doing.

"Kathy tells me you're good at giving blow jobs," he said. "That you can take even the biggest dicks!"

"Well, maybe," I said. "It's not really something I brag about."

"Don't worry, I'm not that big," he said, unzipping his pants.

"Bill, you don't have to tie me up for this," I said.

"But it's more fun that way, isn't it?" he asked, holding his penis up to my lips.

I was in no position to argue, so I opened my mouth, he slid it in, and pulled me back and forth. Eventually he spurted and I swallowed all of it, but the salty taste was still there.

"All right!" he said. "Now you just need to take care of my brothers, and then we can get this party started!"

I found out soon enough that when he said 'brothers' he wasn't talking about one or two blood brothers. He meant his frat brothers, and there were about a dozen of them. So I spent what seemed like forever lying face down on the bed until another guy walked in and stuck his cock in my mouth. My jaw ached by the time Bill came back.

"Alicia, you look like you could use a beer!"

I'd never actually had a beer, but right now I would drink anything to get this taste out of my mouth. "I'd really like that," I groaned.

He untied me, and handed me a cold bottle of beer. I took a big gulp, and it didn't taste very good, but it was cold, and I really wanted to get the salty taste out of my mouth.

"Finish that and we can go downstairs," he said.

"Thanks," I said, and guzzled the beer.

After I drank the last of the beer, I stretched my arms and legs, and we went downstairs.

When we got downstairs to the large common room with a couple of sofas and lots of chairs, a big cheer went up from the guys sitting there.

"You're a star!" Bill told me.

"Alicia, I've got a beer with your name on it," one guy said, and handed me another beer.

By now my head was starting to buzz anyway, and the beer didn't taste that bad, so I started drinking another one. It looked like everyone else was drinking anyway, so what's the worst that could happen?

"We have parties like this every Saturday night!" Bill told me.

"That's nice," I said, taking another swig of beer.

"At the rate you're going, you'll satisfy our freshman initiation by the end of the party," Bill said.

"What is the initiation anyway?" I asked.

"Depending on the pledge, it varies," he said. "But I think you'd be very popular here!"

By now I had finished my beer, and said, "Oh, that's good to hear."

Then Bill took my bottle, shook it, and said, "It looks like this one's dead. Hey guys, Alicia needs another beer!"

Another cheer went up, and someone shoved another cold beer into my hand.

I started guzzling the beer, and by now I was really feeling relaxed, and I'm not sure but I think I had another beer. By the time I finished it, I really needed to pee. "Bill, where is the bathroom?" I asked, holding the chair's armrests for balance as I struggled to my feet.

He pointed. "Down that corridor, first door on the right."

So I wobbled on my heels down the corridor, and pushed my way through a swinging door. There were several urinals, but I couldn't use them with my penis chastity on, and right now I wouldn't have trusted my aim anyway. So I wobbled across the room, my heels clacking on the tiles until I found my way into a stall, and managed to sit down and pee out all of that beer. By the time I was finished, Bill and a couple of other guys were standing by the urinals.

"Alicia, you know what they say about beer," Bill said. "You can't buy it, you can only rent it."

"I see what you mean," I said. I tried to walk out but the room was spinning, and I lost my balance and lunged forward.

Bill caught me before I fell and another guy said, "She isn't feeling any pain, is she?"

Bill said, "I doubt it, but we better lube her up good just to be on the safe side."

"What?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, Alicia," Bill said. "This is just the final part of our initiation."

One of the guys pulled my panties down, and two of them dragged me over to a urinal. I didn't try to resist because my head was buzzing so much that I really didn't care what they were doing. They pulled up my tiny skirt, sat me in a urinal, and then they lifted my legs up in the air. Two guys then tied each of my wrists and ankles together.

I looked over to see my right ankle tied up to my right wrist, and then over to see my left ankle tied up to my left wrist. Hmm, this was new, I thought as my head buzzed. I thought Sandra had showed me every imaginable bondage position, but this was different. "I've never done this before," I said. 'What do you call this position?"

Then Bill took a ball gag from the purse, and put it in my mouth. "We don't really have a name for it, but it's only for special pledges."

Oh, that's nice, I'm special, I thought. Then I felt some one reach under my butt and shove his fingers inside me, spreading lube. I moaned into the gag, but I was too dizzy to really care any more.

Then a guy stepped up to me, and said "Hi, there!" Then he started shoving his dick into my exposed ass. I tried to look down in horror, and strained against my ropes, but they were tied off somewhere, and I couldn't move.

All I remember is a parade of guys in and out of the bathroom, each one using me. It's a good thing I was so drunk because it didn't hurt so much as they were bouncing me up and down, back and forth off the urinal. I think at some point I must have passed out, but I recall Bill carrying me out of the bathroom.

I woke up the next day in a bedroom wearing my skirt and panties, but my butt ached. When I got up, my head ached, my tongue tasted like cotton, my stomach was queasy, I had to walk bow-legged and even then, every step hurt. My heels were next to my bed but I didn't want to put them on.

As I stepped out into the hall, Bill saw me.

"Alicia, how are you?" he asked. "Wasn't that a great party last night?"

"It must have been," I said. "Because I feel like crap."

"Yeah, you don't have much of a tolerance for alcohol, do you? You got the sex part down, but the drinking…not so much!"

"I'll take your word for it. I'm not sure I remember everything," I said.

"Your sister called, and we told her you're still alive," he said. "She's going to stop by in a while to take you home."

About fifteen minutes later, Kathy showed up. I gingerly walked out to her car, squinting against the bright sunlight.

When I got into the car, she said, "Alicia, you're walking like a duck again. So how did your first frat party go?"

"Mistress, I hope it's my last frat party," I said. At least after Amanda's wild parties I didn't end up hung over like this.

"So have you changed your mind about wanting to go to college?"

I slumped back in the seat. "Maybe college isn't for me," I said. At least not this college.

CHAPTER 11
I HATE DANCES

Kathy let me stay in bed the rest of the day, and on Monday I was well enough to go back to school. A few days later, she told me she got a letter from Bill, the president of the Gammas.

Now what? What else did they want from me? I wondered. "What…what did he have to say?"

"It turns out he was very pleased with you. He sent me a copy of the letter he wrote to the head of the admissions office. He said that you would be a valued member of the community if you chose to apply to their school, and they would be honored to have you as a member of their fraternity."

"Mistress, you're kidding, right?" I asked.

She handed me a two-page letter, and it was true. It was a letter from the president of the fraternity to the admissions office, vouching for me.

"I don't believe this," I said. "Whatever I did, I really must have impressed him to write this letter."

"It's not just a letter, it's a petition. Look at the second page. I think every guy in that fraternity must have signed it."

I turned to the second page and stared wide-eyed as I saw two dozen signatures from all of the fraternity brothers.

"It looks like you're a shoe-in for that school, and you know what that means?" Kathy said. "It means you don't have to apply anywhere else!"

I just squeezed my eyes shut. The only college I could go to was the one where I would be living in the gay frat house?? This could not be happening to me!

At least I made it through the rest of the spring semester. I didn't make any other friends at school besides Jamie and Honor, and I didn't even see much of her there. I only knew the names of a few girls at school, but that was about it. As the school year drew to an end, I was nervous over the possibility of having to go to a dance. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when Jamie told me he didn't dance, and wasn't interested in going to the prom.

So I thought I was in the clear, but things are never that easy, are they? Saturday night I was in the back of the theater with Honor again. "The prom is coming up in a couple of weeks," she said. "You will ask me to go, won't you?"

I just looked at her. I knew there was only one way to answer that question, but I still didn't want to do it. "You want to go to a dance?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "Your sister told me you can dance, and that you've been to dances before."

"Well yes, but I didn't really enjoy them."

"That's because you weren't with me!'' she said.

"All right," I said. "Miss, would you like to go to the prom with me?"

"I'd love to, Alicia!" she said. "I thought you'd never ask!"

The next day, Sandra had me down in the basement, and took out a tape measure and started wrapping it around me.

"Mistress Sandra, is this some new kind of bondage?" I asked.

She chuckled. "No, Alicia. I'm just taking your measurements. Honor called to tell me about the prom."

"Oh, that. I don't know what I'm going to wear."

"You don't have to worry about that. Once I give your measurements to Honor, she'll pick out an outfit for you. Everything will be taken care of."

"Then that's one less thing for me to worry about," I said. I think.

A few days later, I came home from school, and Sandra had an outfit for me to try on. Honor had it sent over for me. I reached into a large box, and pulled out a shiny red body suit.

"What is this made out of? Plastic?" I asked.

"It's PVC, and it's a good thing you've spent all that time on the treadmill. Still, I think you'll need the waist cincher and breast forms to fill it out nicely."

Sure enough, Honor had provided those too. So I took off my sailor suit, and managed to squeeze into the PVC outfit. There were matching red gloves that went up over my elbows, and red thigh-high boots. The heels had to be at least three or four inches [7.5 or 10cm] high, and I had to get used to walking on them.

After I put everything on, Sandra asked, "Don't you look sexy? I think you'll get a lot of attention at the prom, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I said. "More than I want."

There are a couple more accessories," she said, and wrapped a black collar around my neck, with a leash attached. "You'll make quite an entrance when Honor leads you in by your collar."

I frowned. "So that must be to let everyone know I'm her slave? In case they didn't already know?"

"No, that's what this is for," she said, and hung a ball gag around my neck.

"Really?" I asked. "Do I have to wear that around my neck?"

"She said either around your neck or in your mouth, your choice."

I looked at myself in the mirror. There is no way to wear thigh-high boots and NOT look like a slut. And I was a sissy slave in a red bodysuit that looked like it had been painted on me, and Honor would be leading me out on to the dance floor by a leash.

"Look on the bright side, sweetie," she said.

"What's that, Mistress?"

"At least the ball gag matches the rest of your outfit."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "It would be quite the fashion faux pas for me to wear a blue ball gag with this outfit, wouldn't it?"

"Now that's the spirit! You're really getting into this!" she said.

At last it was the night of the prom, and I was dressed in my shiny red outfit. All of my hair except for my bangs was drawn up in a ponytail, and held in place by a big red bow. I could barely move on these heels with the waist cincher around me, and I looked like a bondage slut with this ball gag dangling around my neck.

Of course Kathy had me strike one pose after another so she could take at least a hundred pictures of me. "Aren't you glad that you get to wear pants?" she asked.

She was correct, I suppose, technically this body suit qualified as being a pair of pants, but this was an outfit I didn't want to be caught dead in, much less seen out in public at a dance in front of my entire school. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I agreed because I was a good little sissy. "There's always a silver lining."

"I'm sure you'll have lots of fun at the dance with Honor, and everyone will be talking about you tomorrow!"

"Yes Mistress, I said. "I'm sure they will."

Honor's parents dropped her off at my house, and she came in to take a good look at me.

"What do you think?" Kathy asked her. "Won't all the fags at the dance be drooling over the little sissy?"

Honor had me turn around a few times, and said "Very nice, Alicia! I may have to fight the other kids for you tonight!"

"I hope not, Miss," I said. "For their sake and mine."

Sandra drove us to the prom, which was held in the school's gymnasium. The music hadn't started yet but the gym was already full of kids in tuxedos and dresses, with many teachers standing around along the walls as chaperons.

Then Honor and I appeared. We made our entrance with her holding my leash, and the entire gym went silent. Completely silent as in you could hear an ant pissing on cotton. Every single person in the gym stared at us, or more likely, at me. I looked over at Honor, who smiled from ear to ear, and then all the pointing and whispering started. I was not going to be keeping a low profile tonight.

Honor paraded me across the gym over to the table of refreshments. I really didn't want to drink much of anything tonight because I didn't want to have to go the bathroom, and try to get out of this bodysuit. But I was so nervous that my throat went dry, and I needed to drink something, preferably stronger than the stuff in the punch bowl.

"It looks like the band is setting up," Honor said. "I'm sure they'll start playing soon."

"Miss, I can't do any fast dances in this outfit. It's hard enough just to move."

"No problem, Alicia," she said. "We'll sit those out. I like the slow dances better anyway, so I can hold you in my arms."

"Me too," I said.

Then kids started pairing up and going out on the dance floor. Mostly boys with boys, and girls with girls, but there were some mixed couples too. One of the teachers came over to us, looked like she wanted to say something to me, but then just shook her head and walked away. Even for this school, I was out of the ordinary.

Then the band started playing a ballad, and Honor dragged me out on the dance floor. I have to admit that I enjoyed dancing with her. She's pretty in a scary kind of way, and unlike me, she has real breasts that feel so good when she holds me close.

So that was the way the evening went. We danced the slow dances and sat out the fast ones. After about an hour and a half, I had to go to the bathroom, and excused myself. I was in the girls bathroom, checking the mirror to make sure my makeup was still good, and trying to figure out how to unzip myself when some girls came in.

"Well, look who's here?" one of them said. "Little Sailor Sissy all dressed up like the slut she really is!"

It was those three dykes that had tied me to the fence on the first day of school.

"Girls, I don't want any trouble," I said. "I'm here with Honor tonight-"

"I don't see her in here," she said, as two of them approached me. "All I see is a little sissy all by herself!"

I put my hands up. "You better not try anything here!"

But then one of the girls grabbed me, and another one shoved the ball gag into my mouth.

I tried to scream, but I could hardly make a sound, and then the girls pulled the leash off my collar and used it to tie my wrists behind my back. They forced me down on my knees, and then the third girl came back into the room, followed by some guys.

"What do you think, guys?" a girl said. "You want this little slut to suck your cocks? All of your cocks?"

Then the guys gathered around me, and I counted five of them.

"Listen up, sissy," one of the guys said. "You try and scream, and I will bust up your pretty little face, you get that?"

I just nodded my head. Then as he unzipped his pants, the gag was pried out of my mouth, someone else grabbed my ponytail, and his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. One by one, they all used me, and some of these guys didn't even wait for me to try to swallow, they were spraying my face, my hair, everywhere. I just kept wishing a teacher or even some other students would come here and find me, and put a stop to this. But all five of them made me suck their cocks, and then they were gone, leaving me alone with the three dykes.

"All right, sissy slut," one of the girls said, shoving the gag back in my mouth. "You've had enough fun with your mouth. We've been telling you for a long time we were gonna use a strap-on dildo on you, didn't we?"

I looked up in horror and shook my head.

Then the door opened, and I heard Honor say, "Alicia, are you still in here? What's taking you so long?" Then she came in and saw me on my knees with the three girls standing over me. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh look, her girlfriend is here," the leader of the dykes said. "The thing is, we've all graduated so there's nothing you can do to us!"

"Leave now, and I will let all of you walk away!" Honor said.

The girl just laughed. "I don't think you get it!" she said. "Honor, we're not afraid of you any more!"

"You should be," Honor said, her voice low with menace. "Tell me, since I'm between you and the door…how do any of you plan on getting out of here alive?"

One of the girls charged forward to take on Honor. But before she could even get close enough to throw a punch, Honor launched a kick that caught her flush in the torso. I thought I heard the sound of a bone snapping as she felt to the floor, and lay there gasping.

Their leader was a little more wary, and managed to get close enough to throw a punch. Honor didn't just block the punch, she struck the girl's arm hard enough to knock her off balance, and then jabbed at her throat. She fell to her knees making gurgling sounds, and then Honor cupped one hand under her chin, and the other one around her head, and gave her head a savage twist. She fell on the floor and did not move.

Honor looked over at the last girl and said, "Now the odds are even. Let's see how brave you are."

The odds didn't look even to me. One girl against one killing machine.

"I…I'm sorry," the last girl said. She started backing away, but there was nowhere to go.

"You will be," Honor said, as she closed in on her.

The other girl tried to put her hands up to defend her face, but it didn't matter. All I saw was a blur of Honor's arms as she threw punches faster than I could even see them, breaking through the girl's guard, and making her head snap back and forth. Finally an uppercut nearly took her feet off the floor, and her knees buckled. Honor hit her twice more on her way down. She lay there on the floor, with one of her eyes swelling shut and her face a bloody mess.

"Alicia, are you all right?" she asked me.

I just looked up at her, my eyes wide, and nodded my head, only half-believing what I had just seen.

Then she got her phone out and started taking pictures of me, and all three of the girls. Finally she took the gag out of my mouth, and untied me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Alicia, you need to get cleaned up and fix your makeup," she said.

"Miss, are you some kind of ninja or something?"

She just wet a towel, and started wiping the gook off my face and hair. "Don't worry about it," she said.

I tried to look around at the girls sprawled all over the floor. "Are they still alive?" I asked.

"Probably. Maybe," she said. Then she pointed and said, "I'm not sure about that one."

I just stared at her. "I knew that other kids at school were afraid of you but…"

"Well now you know WHY the other kids are afraid of me," she said, and looked me straight in the eye. "Look, I will never do anything like that to you. Even when I work as a dominatrix and guys come to be tied up and beaten, I make sure they never get injured. But I know what I am capable of, and that's why no one messes with me. Now we need to go!"

Then she took me by the hand and dragged me toward the door. As we left, she got her phone out again and made a call. I heard Sandra's voice on the other end, and she was coming to school to pick us up.

When we got back into the gymnasium, Honor told one of the teachers. "Mrs. Hatch, three girls assaulted Alicia and me in the bathroom back there. We're all right but they aren't. We're going home now."

She looked alarmed and hurried away. We went outside into the school parking lot and as we waited for Sandra to show up, I said, "Maybe next year, we can skip the prom?"

"Don't be silly," Honor said. "Once everyone finds out what happened here, no one at this school will ever bother you again!"

"OK, well then, thanks for saving me from those bitches."

A few minutes later, Sandra drove up, and I got into the car. As Honor was getting in, Mrs. Hatch rushed up to us. "Honor, what happened to those girls in the bathroom? I had to call an ambulance for them!"

"What happened is they assaulted my date, and they got what was coming to them!" she said. Then she shut the door, and rolled down the window. "Have a nice summer, Mrs. Hatch!"

And we drove off.

CHAPTER 12
THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY

That night I told Sandra and Kathy all about it. I still couldn't believe what Honor had done to those girls, and how badly injured they were. I didn't think I was in any trouble, and I hoped she wasn't.

But the next day Sandra told me the police were sending a detective over to talk to me about last night. "Just tell him the truth," she said.

"About everything? Even the blow jobs?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Honor said the detective is a personal friend of her parents, so you can trust him."

Later that afternoon, I was dressed in my red sailor suit when Detective Martz showed up. He looked like a businessman, dressed in a suit, and met privately with me in the living room.

"Alicia, I have to talk to you about last night, and some of this may be difficult for you, but based on the evidence Honor provided, you're not in any trouble."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Is Honor OK too? She saved me! If it wasn't for her, those bitches were really going to hurt me!"

"Just tell me what happened as best you can, and don't leave anything out."

So I told him everything. Including that I'm not really a girl. He didn't seem surprised at all. But then they say these guys never ask you a question unless they already know the answer to it.

Then he took out his phone and showed me a series of photos. They were the pictures Honor had taken last night, showing me tied up and gagged with cum on my face and hair, and the girls sprawled all over the floor.

"Your story checks out completely with Honor's, and it all matches up with these pictures, so both of you are in the clear. Now do you want to press charges against the girls?"

"They're all still alive?" I asked.

He checked his notes. "Yes, one of them has a broken neck, and she's still in critical condition. They expect she'll make it, but they're not sure if she'll ever walk again. Another one has a couple of broken ribs and a punctured lung, and the third one has a broken nose, jaw and cheekbone, but they will live."

"It sounds like they learned their lesson," I said. "I don't want to get involved in pressing charges and going through all that."

"What about the boys you had oral sex with? If we investigate this, I'm sure we can identify all of them, and charge them with sexual assault."
I really didn't want to have to explain to him that giving a guy a blow job wasn't anything special for me. Finally I just shook my head and said, "No, I just want this to be over."

"I understand," he said. "Unless something strange happens, we will consider the case closed."

So that was that. He was satisfied, so my homicidal maniac girlfriend and I were both in the clear. At first I wondered what Detective Martz was thinking of me. Five guys had sexually assaulted me, and not only did I not want to press charges, but I wasn't even upset about it. But it's not like I was going to tell him that I was a sissy that was used to giving blow jobs at parties, or in frat houses, restaurants, or just about anywhere else, so it didn't really matter to me.

How had I come to this? Well, I had promised my sister I would be a good girl, and I was, no matter what anyone did to me. In return, she was a lot nicer to me this year, at least by her standards. Sandra had also been easier to get along with, even taking my chastity off a couple of times, although her ideas about tough love never made any sense to me. Still, it was better to be a compliant sissy than to be beaten and tormented as I had been in the past.

But the more I thought about it, Detective Martz had to know what was going on. He was a friend of Honor's family, so he knew about the kinky stuff she was into. He may have even gone to some of Amanda's parties. And then it hit me: everyone wears masks at those costume parties, so he's probably had his dick in my mouth too! So that would explain why he knew sexual assault was no big deal for me.

At the end of June, the school year was over, and Sandra told me I had a message from Mr. Waters, and I needed to call him back.

"Who?" I asked.

"Derek Waters," she said. "The producer from Hollywood you met at Amanda's Halloween party. Remember, he wanted you for the broadcast of the Lottery numbers?"

"Oh, I forgot all about that! I never heard from him, so I just figured the whole thing fell through. Those projects get canceled all the time, don't they?"

"The only way to find out is to call him back," she said.

So I did. He told me the project had been green-lighted, and he would be sending a limousine to pick me up tomorrow.

The following day, I dressed in my red sailor suit, and a stretch limousine showed up in front of our house. I could hardly believe it; here I was sitting in the back of a limousine like I was some important person. They put my two suitcases in the trunk, and I was off to spend the next two months in Hollywood.

An hour later, I was brought to meet Mr. Waters. He was sitting behind a big desk in a huge office.

"Mr. Waters, thank you for this opportunity," I said.

"Alicia, it's good to see you again." he said. "You remember the terms of our agreement?"

"Sir, you mean about, uh, taking care of you, the director, and the boy I'll be working with?"

"Yes, will that be a problem?"

"No sir, not at all," I said. "I can give you a demonstration right now if you'd like."

"Certainly!" he said. "Alicia, I like your initiative! Come on over here."

He pulled his chair back from the desk, and unzipped his pants as I got down on my knees in front of him. As I started to stroke him, the intercom buzzed.

"Sir, Mr. Crowder is returning your call," his secretary said.

"All right, I'll take it," he said, and then told me. "Alicia, I have to take this call, but just keep going."

So here I am, sliding my mouth onto his dick, and I hear him saying, "Yes, we have the director lined up. He loves the script! We all do!"

He's starting to swell inside my mouth, and says, "The problem is we have to find an A-list actor for the lead, and he has to be available for next two months!"

I don't know how he can do this. He's holding a phone conversation while getting a blow job, and his voice never even changes.

"No, it can't wait, we have to get it shot this year in time to build the Oscar buzz!" Then he started spurting inside my mouth and his breathing barely changed at all. I'm sure the guy on the other end had no idea what was going on.

I licked him clean, and sat back on my haunches, and it wasn't long before he hung up.

"Alicia, you're just as good as I remembered!" he said.

"Thank you, sir," I said.

"That was the phone call I had been waiting for, so we can go home now. You'll be staying in a guest room at my house for the summer."

On the way home, he explained my daily routine. Every night, we would shoot the lottery broadcast at 6PM. I would have dinner there at the studio, then go over to see the photographer, and spend the next few hours working for him. They would bring me home before midnight.

Every morning, I would have to get up to give Mr. Waters his blow job, but after that my time was my own. The household staff would prepare whatever I wanted for breakfast and lunch.

When we arrived, I saw that his house was an enormous mansion. The swimming pool, sauna and hot tub were available for my use, or I could just watch television or sleep all day if I wanted.

The next day, they took me to the studio to introduce me to Stan, the kid I was supposed to work with. They told me the job was mine, as long the chemistry between us was good. In other words, I had to do whatever he wanted.

Stan was a couple of inches [5cm] taller than me, with curly blond hair, and he wore a dress shirt and slacks.

"Hi, I'm Alicia," I said.

He looked at me and said, "You gotta be kidding!"

I didn't know what to do. After staring at him with my mouth open, I finally asked him, "Is something the matter?"

"Yeah, they told me I was working with another guy, and I didn't expect him to look like you!"

"Um, they hired me because I'm supposed to look like a girl. I thought they would have told you that."

"No, I didn't get that part of the story," he said. "They told me you're a fag, and you're good at giving blow jobs. Did they at least get that part of it right?"

That was direct and to the point. No small talk or idle chit-chat with this kid. I sighed. "Yes, they told me giving you a blow job is part of the deal."

He walked right up to me and said, "Not just one, sissy boy. Every night in my dressing room as soon as the broadcast is over!"

"OK, if that's what you want," I said.

"Good, then how about you get down on your knees and give me a sample right now?"

So I got down on my knees and glanced up at him. He hesitated for a moment as if he didn't expect me to do it. But then he unzipped his pants, and I reached around and grabbed his butt cheeks, and went to work on him. It wasn't long before he was spurting in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it.

"Was that OK?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I think we're gonna get along fine!"

With that hurdle out of the way, they brought me to the director's office. Mr. Purcell was a tall, angular man with thinning dark hair.

As soon as I walked in, he pointed at me. "Ah, you must be Alicia!"

"Yes, sir," I said. "I've already met Stan, and I'm sure we will get along fine."

"Yes, of course!" he said. "That means you're going to blow him every night, am I right?"

I swear these Hollywood people are crazy. "Yes, sir. Now is there anything I can do for you?" I asked, although I had a really good idea of what he wanted.

He threw his arms up in the air and said, "Alicia, do you have to ask? Shut the door, and then kneel on this rubber pad!"

I did as I was told, and by the time I looked up, he already had his dick out. Oh, Good Lord! He was almost as big as Steve! This was going to be tricky, but I was careful to keep breathing as I worked him in and out of my mouth. It took a while, and I had to take him down my throat, but he spurted most of his cum straight down my throat. I still had some salty taste in my mouth as I looked up at him.

"Alicia, now I know why Derek hired you! It is so hard to find an actor or an actress who can deep throat! You're going to fit in very nicely here! We're going to do this every night after the broadcast!"

"Uh, sir, Stan wants me to do this after each broadcast," I said.

"Of course he does! And when you're done with him, come right here to my office! Problem solved!" he said.

"Yes sir," I said. "I'm sure I can keep everyone happy."

My first night there, the hair and makeup people went to work on me. I paid close attention to having my makeup professionally done, and I really learned a lot. But the really weird experience was having a woman brush out and style my hair. I kept fidgeting because I didn't know what to do with my hands. She asked me if I was OK, and I really didn't want to explain that I wasn't used to this, because I always had my hands tied behind my back when I had my hair done.

Every night at 6PM, we would go on the air. A big glass bowl containing 52 numbered ping-pong balls sat in front of me. A blast of air into the bowl would make the balls bounce around and jostle each other until one of them would fly up a tube. My job was to catch it, smile, and turn the ball right side up for the camera. Stan would announce the number. When all of the numbers had been selected, I was finished, and Stan would give a short closing speech.

That was my day's work. Of course then Stan and I would head over to his dressing room so I could blow him. Then, after tidying myself up, I would go to the director's office and try to deep throat that monster cock of his. Actually, he was so delighted with me that I could have been the worst actor in the world, and I don't think he would have cared.

Then they took me over to see the photographer. He had me change into at least a dozen outfits, and took countless pictures of me. He finished up by hogtying me in a yellow one-piece swimsuit. That made me a little nervous, because I didn't know him at all, and I really had no idea what his intentions were. But it turned out he was actually a legitimate photographer, and so far the only guy I had met in Hollywood who didn't want me to give him a blow job.

This went on for six weeks. By day, I lived in luxury in the producer's mansion. Every night I wore a different outfit on the air for one minute, gave Stan and Mr. Purcells blow jobs, and then went off to do a photo shoot, which ended with me being tied up and gagged. Much to my surprise, the photographer never touched me. By the end, I was wondering if there was something wrong with him, at least by Hollywood standards.

But then it was time for me to go home. Mr. Waters told me the director wanted to speak to me, and had me wait in a small office. So I sat behind the desk and waited until he finally showed up.

Then Mr. Purcell rushed into the office, a bundle of energy as usual. "Alicia, they told me you're leaving the show! Tonight is your last day?"

"Yes, sir."

"What's the matter? I know they're only paying you scale! I can get you more money!"

"Uh, no sir-" I started.

But then he reached into his suit pockets and pulled out crumpled bills and threw them at me!

"If money is a problem, we can fix that!" The he reached into his pants with both hands, and threw more crumpled bills up into the air.

I was sitting there with my mouth open, and it was literally raining money all around me. Then I looked at a couple of the bills that had fallen on the desk in front of me. They were $100 bills! All of them were $100 bills, and they were everywhere!

"No sir, I have to go back to school now," he said. "The fall semester is about to start."

"School?? What good is school when you could be in show business? Then he launched some more money into the air, and stormed out.

I gathered up all of the money, and it added up to nearly $6,000, which I tidied up into a neat stack on the desk in front of me.

Eventually, Mr. Waters came back to see me, and I pointed at the stack of money, and told him what happened.

He shook his head. "He's really disappointed to see you go. You know him, he's got an organ fit for a horse, and he says you're the only one who's been able to deep throat him."

"So what happens to this money?" I asked.

He just shrugged his shoulders. "It's yours. Consider it your severance pay, or a bonus for a job well done."

A limousine was waiting to take me back to Los Angeles. So I came home from Hollywood with a stack of cash in addition to my weekly paychecks, and Ron and Sandra opened a bank account for me. Once again, I was a sissy slave, but at least I was a sissy slave with some money in the bank.

"By the way, Alicia," Sandra told me. "Amanda has invited us to a party Friday night."

"Friday night?" I asked. "But Mistress, Friday is my birthday."

"Yes, what a coincidence!" she said, smiling at me.

Oh, I had a really bad feeling about this. There are no coincidences. Whenever something bad happened to me, there was always a reason for it. And now Amanda had invited to a party on a day that just happened to be my fifteenth birthday.

CHAPTER 13
I REALLY HATE BIRTHDAYS

On the morning of my birthday, I came downstairs to find Kathy and Sandra waiting for me with two gift-wrapped boxes.

"Happy Birthday!" they said.

"Thank you," I said. "Are those for me?"

"Of course, you're the birthday girl," Kathy said. "Open mine first!"

I opened to box to find a pair of small metal hooks, chained together. "What are these?" I asked.

"I'll show you," she said, taking the hooks from me. Then she held them over my head, hooked them under my nostrils, and pulled upward.

"Oww!" I yelled, as I grabbed at the hooks to get them out of my nose.

"Nose hooks!" she said. "Now there's something you didn't know you needed!"

"I didn't even know these existed!" I said.

"Maybe the next time I tie you up on the treadmill, I'll have you hanging from the ceiling by those!"

As I shuddered at the thought, the other gift was from Ron and Sandra, a much larger box. I opened it to find a flimsy purple outfit covered in sequins.

"Oh, lilac is a pretty color," Kathy said. "And you get to wear pants!"

I don't get to wear pants very often, but I wasn't sure I ever wanted to wear this. "The blouse seems kinda small. Mistress Sandra, what exactly is this?"

"It's a harem girl costume. The top will leave your midriff bare, and the pants will look really cute on you!"

I held the blouse up against my chest. "OK, I'll try it on to make sure it fits."

"I'm sure it will, and then you can wear it to the party tonight!"

I looked from the blouse to the pants and back, and sighed. "Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And bring a swimsuit too, Amanda said we might spend some time out at the pool."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

So Sandra and I were off to another of Amanda's parties, which just happened to be on my birthday. I was dressed up as a slave girl in this harem outfit, and I also brought along a pink one-piece swimsuit.

When we walked in, I immediately noticed that there were guests everywhere, but none of them were wearing costumes.

"Mistress Sandra, why aren't these people wearing costumes?" I asked.

"Because this isn't a costume party," she said.

"But then why am I wearing a costume?"

"Because I think you look cute in it," she said. "And so will everyone else."

Amanda greeted us, and handed me a pink band, which I slipped on my wrist, to let everyone know that this slave girl was theirs for the taking. "Happy birthday, Alicia. So did you enjoy your summer in Hollywood?"

"Thank you, Ma'am. Yes, it was fun for a while, and it was a different experience."

"I always watched the lottery broadcast just so I could see what you would be wearing. Do you think you'll want to do anything like that again?"

"I don't know. I don't really have any talent, and it's not up to me, anyway. Besides, those show business people are crazy," I said. I didn't want to explain about the director throwing $100 bills at me.

Amanda nodded. "Yes, quite a few of them are, I can vouch for that. Now why don't you head out to the pool? Just follow that path through the woods. The party is going to start there."

I headed out along that path through a wooded area,and it finally opened up to a clearing where I saw what looked like some kind of ancient temple, all white marble with columns and statues. Honor was waiting outside, dressed in a leather outfit. That wasn't a costume either, those were her normal clothes.

"Alicia, I'm so glad you came to the party," she said

"Thanks," I said. "Is the pool in here? What is this, some kind of Roman temple?"

"Greek, actually. It's supposed to be a replica of the Parthenon from ancient Athens."

"But there's a pool in there?" I asked.

"Yes, after Amanda had the pool built, she decided she wanted to build a shelter over it so it could be used all year round."

"So they built an ancient Greek temple around it?"

She shrugged. "If you're going to do something, you may as well do it right!"

She took me inside, where I noticed a large sign on the wall that said, Happy Birthday Alicia" which implied that I was the guest of honor, and that probably wasn't a good thing. Honor pointed to a doorway. "You can change into your swimsuit in there."
"Yes, Miss," I said, and went into a small room. At least they were giving me some privacy to change clothes.

A minute later, I was back out at the pool, and several guys in swimsuits were standing around the pool.

"You know how to swim, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm a good swimmer," I said.

"Excellent! Then there's a good chance you'll survive this!"

"Survive what?" I asked.

"You're going to play sissy roulette!" she said. "After all, that pink wristband says you're game for anything!"

"What exactly is sissy roulette?" I asked. This didn't sound good at all.

She walked me around to the deep end of the pool and said, "There are eight guys standing around this pool, two on each side. Once you get in the pool, you have one minute to climb out. Whichever side you climb out, you have to give those two guys blow jobs. Then they will throw back into the pool, and you can try again on another side."

"So I have to give eight blow jobs to get out of the pool?"

"Not if you're lucky. That's where the roulette part of the game comes in. On one side of the pool, both guys are wearing penis chastities, much like yours. If you pick that side, the game is over, and you win!"

"So what happens if I don't make it out of the pool in one minute?"

"Then you give everyone blow jobs, we find eight more guys, and we start over!" she said. "You probably don't want that."

"No, I don't," I said. I looked around and saw there were ladders on three sides of the pool, and steps leading out of the shallow end. "OK, when does the game start?"

"Right now!" she said. Then she grabbed me by the arm, and threw me in the pool.

I bobbed up to the surface, swept my hair back, and looked around, trying to see if any of these guys if any of these guys had bulges showing through their suits.

Then Honor called out, "Thirty seconds!"

I didn't want to waste any more time, so I swam over to the near side of the pool, grabbed the ladder, and climbed out.

"Good choice, Alicia," one of the guys said, and pulled down his swimsuit. He wasn't wearing a chastity.

So I stayed down on my knees, grabbed onto his butt cheeks, slid him into my mouth, and took care of him. His friend was next, and when I was done with him, one of them took my by the ankles, and the other one by my arms. They counted, "One, two, three!" and then launched me up into the air, and then I splashed down in the deep end of the pool again.

So then I tried the ladder on the deep end of the pool, and one of the guys there said, "Looks like your luck is still holding!"

His partner was already halfway erect, so I had to take care of both of them, and then they threw me back in the pool. At least now I had a fifty-fifty chance, and I assumed that leaving by the shallow end of the pool would be too easy, so I climbed out of the far side of the pool.

Of course they weren't wearing chastities either, and after two more blow jobs, they threw me back into the pool too. While I was there, at least I swallowed some water to get the taste out of my mouth. Then I dragged myself into the shallow end of the pool and walked up the steps.

By now Amanda was there too, standing next to Honor.

"Was this game rigged?" I asked. "Are those two guys even wearing penis chastities?"

"Alicia, I am surprised at you questioning the integrity of our activities!" Amanda said.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," I said. "I thought it would be too simple to just walk out of the pool at the shallow end."
Then she told the two guys at the shallow end of the pool to drop their swimsuits, which they did. And sure enough, both of them were wearing penis chastities.

"You see, Alicia," Amanda said. "You always over think these things. The simplest answer is usually correct."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I'll try and remember that."

"Honor, get her dried off and then bring her to the lobby for the next activity," she said.

I walked back to the small room with Honor, and took off my swimsuit. She gave me a towel and after I dried myself off, I started to get dressed.

"You won't need your clothes for this," she said. "Put your hands behind your back."

I sighed, and said, "Yes, Miss."

As she tied my wrists, I wondered if I was going to be punished for questioning Amanda back there at the pool. But they say when you're in a hole, you should stop digging, so I didn't ask Honor about it. She toweled off my hair some more, and then marched me back into the main house naked. We were in the main room now, and she attached padded leg cuffs to my ankles, and tied them together. Then she pressed a red ball gag against my mouth.

I opened my mouth, and she buckled it behind me, under my hair. "Your hair is still damp, but it should still swing freely," she said.

I didn't know what was going on, but guests were pointing their phones at me, and taking pictures. She sat me on the floor, tied a rope to my ankles, and threw it up over a pole running below the ceiling. Then a couple of Amanda's women grabbed the rope, and started pulling. I groaned as my legs and back slowly came off the floor, and then I was suspended upside down. They kept lifting me until my head was about level with Honor's waist.

"I think that's a good place to start," Amanda said.

"Alicia, we call this 'Spin the Sissy' and it's lots of fun!" Honor said. Then she started turning me around and around at least a dozen times until Amanda told her to stop.

So I was hanging upside down and naked in front of a room full of people, taking pictures of me.

Then Honor said, "Alicia, are you ready?"

I just groaned into my ball gag. Ready for what, I wondered? Are they going to start hitting me?

The she let go of me, and I started spinning. First slowly, and then faster. I screamed into the gag, and finally the spinning stopped. But now the rope was wound up the other way, and I stared spinning in the opposite direction, faster and faster. This went on and on, until finally the rope was hanging straight down, and I heard the sound of the guests applauding almost as loud as my heart was pounding.

"I think that was a good start!" Honor said.

"Yes," Amanda agreed. "One more before she passes out. This time wind her up all the way."

As Honor grabbed me again, I whimpered into the gag, but she just started turning me around and around again, much more than before.

"That's as far as we can go," Honor said.

"Then it's time to spin the sissy!" Amanda said.

She let go, and I spun faster and faster, screaming into the gag. The the rope unwound, and snapped back, reversing itself, and I was spinning the opposite way. This went on and on until the rope eventually reached its equilibrium.

"Alicia, have you had enough of 'Spin the Sissy' today?" Amanda asked.

I tried to nod, but with all the blood rushing to my head, I couldn't even do that. The next thing I knew, the rope was being lowered, and Honor was cradling me in her arms. "Alicia, you're always the life of the party, aren't you?"

I just moaned and closed my eyes because the room still seemed to be spinning, but I still heard a round of applause as we left the room. She brought me into another room, set me down in a chair, and pried the gag out of my mouth.

By now the world had stopped spinning, and my head didn't hurt so much. Honor held a bottle of water up to my mouth, and said, "Drink this!"

I drank the cool water and said, "Thank you, Miss."

"Oh, don't thank me yet," she said. "Sandra told me that you have a birthday custom. That the girls at your party get to whack your bottom once for each year, right?"

"Yes Miss, but-"

"But what, that's fifteen whacks, right?" she said, picking up a nasty-looking wooden cane.

"Yes, but there's dozens of women here tonight! If all of them hit me fifteen times, they'll kill me!"

She dragged me up out of the chair and bent me over a table. Then she pressed the cane against my butt. "This will make nice red lines, don't you think?"

"Please Miss, a paddle is one thing but that cane-"

Then she pressed the ball gag into my mouth again.

"Alicia, you complain too much. But this will keep you quiet, and it will give you something to bite down on as I beat you. However, I do understand your concerns. So in the interest of not killing you, I will be the only one to hit you tonight. You'll only get hit fifteen times. Does that make you feel better, sweetie?"

I whimpered into the gag. This girl could kill people who were a lot tougher than me. There was no way I could take getting hit fifteen times by that cane. If I were lucky, maybe I would pass out.

And then she hit me. The pain seared my butt, it sounded like a gunshot, and echoed off the wall, as I screamed into the gag, and fought back the tears.

"Alicia, you need to count these for me so I don't lose track!" she said.

"One!" I shouted.

I tried to brace for the next one, and then I felt a light slap higher on my butt.

A few seconds later, she said, "Alicia, you aren't counting!"

Did that one count? I wondered. "Two!" I said.

Then another slap, and I said, "Three!"

More light slaps followed until I counted to fifteen.

"There," she said, standing me up and taking the gag out of my mouth. "You didn't think I was really going to hit you fifteen times with that awful cane, did you?"

"Thank you, Miss," I said. "I…I never know what you're going to do."

"And that's what makes things interesting," she said. Then she pulled my panties and pants up my legs, and draped my blouse around my neck. "Now l need to take you to the office."

Then she dragged me back to the office where Amanda was sitting behind the desk.

"Aunt Amanda, I brought her back in one piece!" she said, shoving me into a chair.

I looked up. Did she say 'Aunt' Amanda?

"Thank you, Honor, now shut the door on your way out."

As soon as she left, I asked, "Ma'am, are you her aunt?"

"Very perceptive, Alicia," she said.

"I didn't know that. I went out with her all year and I never made that connection."

"No, you weren't supposed to, but now I'm going to explain things to you. The first time Sandra brought you here, you chose a pink wristband, which confused things for a long time."

"I didn't know what the different colors meant."

"Yes, we found that out later, but initially I thought you were gay, and that you might be right for one of my associates in Hollywood some day."

I shuddered at the prospect of one of those crazy perverts getting his hands on me.

She must have noticed my reaction, and said, "They're not all that bad. In fact you've met several of them at my parties, although you didn't know it. Powerful men come here from Hollywood all the time to be beaten in my dungeon."

"Wait, I thought it was people like me that get tied up and beaten, you know…submissive, uh-"

"Sissies, you mean?"

I blushed. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Alicia, you have a lot to learn. There is an old saying that men who give orders during the day like taking them at night."

I shook my head. "I don't understand."

"I mean there are corporate executives, titans of industry, some of the most influential people in Hollywood. They have thousands of people working for them, and yet they come here to dress up as maids or schoolgirls, so that I can humiliate and beat them."

"But why would big important people want to do that?"

"Because deep down, they enjoy it! They may feel they want to be punished or humiliated, or they want to fantasize about someone else being in control. And they pay me lots of money for the privilege, because they know I won't really injure them, and I will be discreet and keep their secrets."

I stared at her wide-eyed. "I had no idea about any of this."

"Now Honor wants to follow in my footsteps. Both of her parents are executives, they're very busy and travel a lot, so I have helped to raise her. She wants to be a dominatrix, and she has quite a bit of aptitude for it. She helps me in the dungeon every summer now, and it wouldn't surprise me if someday she took over the business. She has a very strong personality."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I have noticed that."

Amanda chuckled. "That's why her parents sent her to the Alternative Lifestyle School. Or as she calls it, Fag High."

"Why is that, again?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No, Ma'am. At least not to me," I said. "And I've given it plenty of thought."

"Honor has trouble with boys. She has a dominant personality, and she clashes with others who are dominant. Most boys are taught to be strong and aggressive, and she can't get along with them at all. Her parents sent her to that school in hopes of finding someone with a more compliant personality. Because for her to get along with a boy, he would have to be someone she could bend to her will. Can you think of a better place to find such boys?"
"But most of the boys at the school are gay or trans, and wouldn't be interested in her."

"Most," she agreed. "But not all. When Sandra told me you had enrolled there, I told Honor to look you up. Which she did."

"Ma'am, the first day we met, she scared the hell out of me!"

Amanda laughed. "Yes, she tends to do that to people. She was testing you, though. But she really does like you."

"So, is she ever going to let me call her by her first name?"

"Yes, I imagine so, if you marry her."

My eyebrows went up. "Is that…is that what she has in mind?"

"Alicia, it's very hard to find a sissy she can push around, especially a cute one like you, who isn't gay."

I sat back in the chair. For two years I had been told I was a worthless sissy that no girl would ever be interested in, and now a pretty girl from a rich family wanted me. "So what am I supposed to do now?"

"You might want to talk to her. Find out what she has in mind. The nice thing about being in a relationship with someone like Honor is that you never have to make any decisions. She'll tell you what to do, and when to do it!"

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am, I have no doubt of that."

"Wait here, I'll go get her," Amanda said, and she got up and left.

I sat there and thought about the past year. I had heard rumors that Honor came from a family with money, and that was certainly true. All the grief that she had put me through in the past year, the bullying, pushing me around…did she just want to see how much I could endure? I had often compared her to Kathy, but she really wasn't vicious like Kathy. And now she was here in front of me.

I got up to greet her. "Miss, thank you again for not beating me to a pulp with that cane."

She smiled and put her arms around me. "I just wanted to have some fun with you," she said. "It's so much fun to scare you! But you survived another birthday, and that's all that matters, right?"

"Oh yes, this was much better than last year," I said. "But your aunt told me, uh, well, that you like me."

She shrugged. "It's just as well that someone told you," she said. "I don't think you were going to figure it out on your own."

"But I really don't know if-"

"Alicia look, we're only fifteen and we still have a couple of years of high school to go, so this isn't the right time," she said. "But I think you're the right person."

I nodded. "OK," I said. That sounded good so far.

"Then when we're out of school for a year, and we're eighteen, you can ask me to marry you."

"Eighteen? Are you sure that will work?"

"As long as you do what I tell you, it will work," she said. "You know how to cook and clean, and I will be working here as a dominatrix. We will live here in another house on the ranch."

"But can you really make a living as a dominatrix?"

"Yes of course, but that's not really the point. It's what I like to do," she said. "I'm a trust fund baby, I don't actually have to do anything!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're like, uh, really rich."

"Yes, the size of this ranch might have tipped you off," she said. "Of course you'll go on living as a girl, and wearing cute little outfits."

I frowned, wondering what I was getting myself into.

"Alicia, will that really matter when you're going to bed with me every night?" she asked. "Or would you rather stay your sister's little sissy slave for the rest of your life?"

That helped me focus real fast. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking clearly. Of course, Miss, you're right."

"All right then, we still have a few years to get everything ironed out, but I think we'll get along fine."

After Honor gave me one long kiss goodnight, I went off to look for Sandra so I could get out of here. Then I saw a familiar face. He was wearing a knit shirt and jeans, but I remembered him. Detective Martz. He remembered me too.

"Alicia, it's nice to see you again. Are you staying out of trouble?"

"Yes sir, I'm trying to," I said. "But trouble has a way of finding me."

"Oh? Did you enjoy the party?"

"Yes, sir. I was about to go home now, but…I was just wondering…um-"
"Alicia, I'm a detective, not a mind reader. You're going to have to talk."

"OK, it doesn't really matter, but…did I ever…I mean, did you ever-"

"Alicia!" he said in a cheesy German accent, "Ve have vays to make you talk!"

"OK," I whispered to him. "Did I ever give you a blow job here?"

He just chuckled and said, "Kid, you're very good at what you do!"

"Thank you, sir," I said. That was good enough for me. Then Sandra collected me to take me home. I had suspected, but now I knew for sure why the police never raided these wild parties. The police were already here.

On the ride home, I asked her, "Mistress Sandra, did you know that Amanda was Honor's aunt?"

"Of course. Amanda and I have been friends in the bondage community for many years, and I've known Honor ever since she was little."

"You know, you could have told me that! I've been dating her for a whole year, and it would have been a nice thing to know!"

"I could have, but it was better for them to see how you got along with her without knowing about her family. Now they know you're not just a gold digger trying to marry money."

"No one ever tells me anything," I grumbled. "I feel like such an idiot."

"All right Alicia, I am going to tell you the plain, unvarnished truth," she said. "I know you don't always agree with my methods but there are times you just have to do the best you can with the material you have to work with."

"Mistress, that doesn't really explain anything," I said.

"I mean you won't make it on your own. You aren't strong enough, emotionally or physically, to live on your own and make any kind of life for yourself. So you can go on having your sister step all over you for the rest of your life, or you can find a girl strong enough to take care of you. Does that explain things?"

"You think that even when I grow up I won't be able to live on my own?"

"Alicia, nothing you do ever works out. Whether its school or martial arts, or just going to a dance, it's only a matter of time before you get yourself seriously hurt or even killed. Honor can protect you, and she actually likes you."

"She still wants me to go on dressing like a girl," I said.

"So? You've got the build for it."
I groaned.

"Aren't you used to that by now? Is that really a problem?" she asked. "More importantly, do you have a better alternative in mind?"

"Yes, no, and not really," I said. Everything she said made sense, and marrying Honor would solve a lot of problems. Really, all of my problems.

CHAPTER 14
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

That weekend, Arcadia came over for another of Sandra's video sessions of me being tied up and gagged. When we were finished, and Sandra left, Arcadia untied me.

I sat there on the floor looking up at her. "Mistress Arcadia, may I ask you a question?"

She sat next to me. "You know you don't have to call me that when no one else is around."

"I know…it's just that I really need some advice. Do you know my girlfriend Honor?"

"I've never met her but of course Kathy's told me about her. Is she pretty?"

"Well yes," I said, but I had to be honest. "But not like you!"

Arcadia smiled and gave me a hug. "So what's she like? Kathy said she's really into leather."

"Right, she wants to be a dominatrix, and now I found out that Amanda, who has the bondage parties out in the valley, is her aunt."

"Oh," she said, and thought for a minute. "So I guess it runs in the family."

"And that's not all," I said. "Honor says she wants to marry me."

"Wow!" she said. "No! Does she really mean it? You're only fifteen!"

"She means a few years from now, when we're out of school. But she's got the whole thing figured out. We'll live in a house on her aunt's ranch, she'll work as a dominatrix there, and I'll do the cooking and housekeeping."

"So you'll be a house-husband?"

"Yes, except that she still wants me to dress up as a girl, even after we're married."

"That's different," she said. "Are you OK with that?"

"I don't know. I mean sometimes it can be fun and exciting to dress up, but I don't know if I want to do that for the rest of my life."

"What about that chastity thing of yours?"

"I expect I won't have to wear that once we're married, I mean if I go through with this."

"And if you don't marry her, have you figured out what you'll do for a living?"

"No, and that's the real problem. Aside from being a housekeeper, I don't have any skills I could make a living with…not legally anyway. And if I go to college, I'd have to be my sister's slave for another four years."
"Can't you go away to school?"

"No, she's got that figured out, too. She'll arrange for me to go to her school, where the gay fraternity is ready to welcome me with open arms. And I really don't want to live with those guys for four years, no matter how much they like me!"

"So how do you feel about Honor?"

"That's the million dollar question. It seems like she actually likes me when she isn't threatening to kill me. She saved me from those girls at the prom. And at my birthday party she could have beaten me half to death, but she didn't. I think she really likes me, and we've been together for a year, but sometimes I feel like a mouse being played with by a cat!"

She smiled at me. "That means she likes you!"

"You think so?"

"She wouldn't have stayed with you for a whole year if she didn't, because she can find other guys to beat up if that's what she wanted. I mean, if she's going to treat you the way Kathy does, I would say run from her. But if you can accept that she will wear the pants in your relationship, then it's up to you to see if you can find a way to make it work."

"I hope you're right," I said. "Her Aunt Amanda seems to think this is a good idea, and she always knows what she's doing."

"There you go! Her family's already accepted you," she said. "And if things don't work out, maybe someday I'll be able to use a cute little sissy maid!"

I just sighed. I really wouldn't mind being her maid, but I'd always known Arcadia was way out of my league.

Saturday night, I was at the movies with Honor again. But our relationship had changed, and I really didn't know where to start.

She must have sensed I was too quiet, and asked, "Alicia, is something wrong?"

"Miss, I really like you, but I have a few questions about us going forward."

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Um, will I ever get to call you by your first name?"

She grinned at me for a moment, and said, "Yes, on our wedding day, and not before."

"Also, I decided I'm OK with dressing as a girl, but you've seen how I have to dress at home now…"

"Alicia, you can wear whatever blouses, skirts and dresses you want. I won't make you dress up as a maid, and I won't keep you chained up, or tied to the bed," she said. "Unless you want me to!"

"OK, that's good. There's just one more…I mean, what about this thing on my, uh-" I said, and pointed at my crotch.

"That also comes off on our wedding night," she said.

"Um, just to be clear," I said. "It's only the chastity device that comes off, and not my penis?"

She rolled her eyes, and said, "Yes, Alicia. You're going to need that on our wedding night, and for some time afterward."

"Oh, that's a relief!" I said.

"But now I have one request for you," she said. "I think Alicia is a very pretty name. So before we get married, I want you to legally change your name to Alicia."

I sat back. I hadn't expected this at all. If I was going to continue dressing as a girl, it kind of made sense. But in the two years I had been called Alicia, it was a constant reminder that I was a sissy slave. Still, if it made her happy, keeping the name would be a small price to pay. "That won't be a problem," I said. "You can call me whatever you want!"

Epilogue

Two years later, we graduated from high school, and moved into a house on her aunt's ranch. At some point I had sprouted some sparse facial hair, but I shaved twice a day, and I had learned from Hollywood professionals how to cover anything with makeup. I only grew up to maybe 5-foot-7 [1.7m] (if I stood on my tiptoes) so I was still at least an inch [2.5cm] shorter than Kathy and Honor. I changed my name to Alicia, and had applied to college and been accepted, but I deferred my admission. I told them I was taking a gap year between high school and college to see how things worked out with Honor. The Gammas were SO disappointed!

But I enjoyed the freedom of not being chained up all day, and quickly adjusted to doing the housework and cooking. Amanda's chef taught me how to cook all of Honor's favorite dishes. She worked evenings at her aunt's dungeon, learning the fine art of being a dominatrix. After dinner, she would tie me up somewhere in the house, and it would be up to me to get free before she came home, usually around midnight. She knew what she was doing, and always left enough slack in the ropes for me to escape. Although one time I decided to see what would happen if I didn't free myself, and she came home to find me still in bondage. OK, I learned not to do that again!

I really enjoyed living with Honor, especially compared to what life had been like at home with Kathy. Even on her worst day, Honor was better than my Family from Hell. She didn't make me stand for inspection every morning, and didn't beat me if I had a hair out of place. So she made all the decisions, and I did whatever I could to make her life pleasant. Well, with one exception. She keeps inviting me to come to the dungeon so I could watch her work, but I still haven't gone there. Too many bad memories just from the parties in that house.

But eventually Amanda invited us to a party, and assured me I could wear a red wristband, so I could just watch and not participate. That night I was really nervous at first when all the weird stuff started happening, but after a while I was OK when it became clear that no one was going to accost me.

I felt safe living on the ranch, and I rarely had to leave it. When we needed groceries, one of Amanda's household staff would go into town to do the shopping. If I need to go somewhere, her chauffeur would drive me. Then, after a year together, Honor decided it was time to make it official. I used almost all of the money I had made in Hollywood to buy her an engagement ring, and we set a date for the wedding.

I didn't want any of my family there, but Amanda insisted on inviting Sandra. Kathy was happy just to be rid of me, and Ron had spent the past two years pretending that I didn't exist anyway. Of course I had to wear a wedding dress, although mine wasn't nearly as elaborate as Honor's. The priest probably thought this was a gay marriage, but I think her family knew better. I actually did get to start calling her by her first name, and since Sandra's wedding gift to us was the key to my penis chastity, I finally got to take that off. Then on our wedding night, I found out (as I probably should have expected) that Honor was a tiger in bed, too!

Honor was a career woman, and didn't want to have kids until we were older. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to have kids, as my sissy weakling genes might dilute her strong, powerful genes. But that would be a concern for another day. She enjoyed her work, I was utterly devoted to her, we were well off, and my family was many miles away.

The End