Prologue

My name is Al Peterson, or at least it was until my sister Kathy named me Alicia. Since then, she has forced me to live as a girl and I have been subjected to countless humiliations and beatings at her hands. My life had been reasonably normal until we moved to Los Angeles and our parents died in an accident, and our adult brother Ron got custody of us.

Then Kathy (with Ron's blessing) changed me into Alicia. Ron always regarded me as a scrawny little weakling, and to make matters worse, he then married Sandra, a dominatrix who loves to experiment with bondage on me. By now she must have a huge video collection of me being bound and gagged in more ways than I can remember.

Our basement playroom is now my own personal dungeon, where there are poster-sized photos of me in the most humiliating poses you can imagine. But my bedroom isn't much better. The walls are adorned with framed loose leaf pages on which I was forced to write over and over, "I'm a sissy, and I like to dress up like a girl," and "I am such a wimp that even girls can beat me up," and "I'm a faggot and I love to suck cocks." There's also a photo of me dressed in a cheerleader outfit, complete with pom-poms.

Kathy even made me write out and sign a suicide note, that she still holds over me. So if I misbehave, then someday she will find my dead body, and she will sob to the police that she never saw my tragic death coming.

CHAPTER 1
THE LIFE OF A SISSY

It was morning, and I lay awake in bed. I couldn't get up because as usual, I was bound spread-eagled to my bed by leather cuffs. I would have to wait for Sandra to untie me, so I could start my routine slave-girl chores around the house. All I wore was a flimsy white nightgown. Oh, and a penis chastity device. My penis was locked in a curved steel tube, so it couldn't get hard, and when Kathy felt like it, she could attach a leash to it, and drag me around by my dick.

School was out, and it was summer vacation for other kids, but not for me. Every morning I had to present myself for inspection by my sister Kathy. She's only two years older than me, but she's so pretty that she looks older. She's also taller, stronger, and a lot meaner than me. Some days she would lay out the clothes she wanted me to wear, but usually it was my choice of blouses, skirts or dresses . But there were always strong disincentives for a sloppy appearance. I could use bows or ribbons to keep my hair in place, and my lip gloss and makeup had to be perfect. Kathy's basic rule was simple: If you look pretty enough today, I might not beat you.

She wasn't kidding, either. There were a couple of days days I went to school red-faced and sniffling from crying because Kathy wasn't satisfied with my appearance. After the second beating she said to me, "There isn't much to be learned from the third kick of a mule, is there?" So it didn't happen again.

As embarrassing and stressful as it had been to go to school dressed as a girl, my home life wasn't much better. I normally wore a pink satin maid's uniform with lace trimming and a frilly cap pinned to my hair. I was responsible for cleaning the floors, the toilets, dusting the entire house.

We have this burly woman, Donna, who does the cooking, and also shackles my wrists and ankles. I serve dinner to my family, and when everyone else is finished eating, and I have cleared the table, then I get to eat. Only then she chains my wrists behind me so I have to eat like a dog out of a bowl on the floor. I do eat the same food as everyone else, but it's always cold by the time I get to it.

One time I actually did make the mistake of observing that my food was cold. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my side, my ears were ringing, and the entire side of my face was starting to swell up. Donna packs quite a punch! But I wasn't on the floor for long. She then picked me up by my pretty hairdo, and explained to me that if I ever complained about the cuisine in this establishment again, I would be eating dog food three times a day. In other words, good little sissies do as they are told, and are grateful for whatever food they are given.

And it's not like I could complain to anyone about her. When Kathy saw my swollen face, she burst out laughing and asked me, "Aw, did Donna hurt my poor little sissy's face?" As always, she was trying to goad me into saying something I would regret, so I had to answer, "Yes, Mistress Katherine, but I deserved it." And that was how I survived from day to day.

Today was the Fourth of July, and I was invited to a party by one of Sandra's friends. Amanda owned a big ranch way out in the valley, and she loved to throw wild parties. Last year Sandra dragged me to her Halloween party. It was a costume party, but I didn't get to wear my costume for very long. Sandra is just a bondage amateur compared to Amanda, and I was lucky to still be alive when Sandra carried what was left of me out of there. The pictures of me on our basement wall are from Amanda's party. I still shudder when I look at the picture of me with my hands tied behind my back, a ball gag stuck in my mouth, and a big dog running around with its leash tied to my penis.

Sandra bought me a new outfit for the party. A wide dress made of shiny red satin, full of white ruffles, and trimmed with lace everywhere. Actually I picked it out. I had other choices but I picked the girliest dress of the whole bunch because it was red. I'll explain later.

For the past several months, I had to wear my hair in this elaborate feathered style that hadn't been popular since Farrah Fawcett wore it in the 1970's. Today I had a silver tiara perched on my fancy hairdo. That's what I looked like when I came downstairs to meet Sandra and Kathy.

"Oh, don't you look cute in your sissy dress!" Kathy said.

I ignored her.

"You'll be the prettiest sissy there!" she went on. "I'll bet all the guys at the party will be fighting over you!"

I kept ignoring her.

"Who are you supposed to be in that princess dress?" Kathy asked me. "Little Princess Cocksucker?"

"Mistress Sandra, can we please go now?" I asked. I didn't really want to go to the party, I just wanted to get away from my sister.

"Sandra, I'd like to see the sissy in action tonight," Kathy said. 'Why can't I go to the party too?"

"No, Kathy," she said. "This is an adult party."

"But I'm two years older than Alicia," she protested.

"Yes, but you're not a slut," she said.

Oh…yeah," she said. "I can't argue with that."

"Don't worry, Kathy," she said. "We'll make a video at the party, so you'll get to see all the good stuff your little sister gets upto."

"OK well, please make sure you get some pictures of her in that dress. I'm sure she won't be wearing it for very long!"

For me, this was normal abuse, so I just had to stand there and take it.

"All right, Alicia, let's go," Sandra said.

Finally I could escape, but I expected I was just getting out of the frying pan and into the fire.

CHAPTER 2
AMANDA'S PARTY

On the long drive out there, I thought back to last year's party. Amanda threw bondage parties, and when each guest arrived, they selected a colored wristband to wear for the evening. A red wristband meant no bondage, yellow meant some restrictions (to be discussed) and green meant go, go, go. No restrictions. A pink wristband meant you were gay, and up for anything. Of course no one had told me any of that. I could have saved myself a lot of grief by picking a red wristband. But I chose the pink one, and that's when the entire evening went horribly wrong.

This year I knew better. I was wearing a red dress, and I was going to choose a matching red wristband, and save myself all the trouble of being tied up, gagged, and abused all night. At least that was my plan.

When we arrived, Amanda welcomed Sandra, and then turned to me. "Alicia, it's so good to see you again. Your dress is lovely! You look like a little princess!"

I blushed and said, "thank you for inviting me, Ma'am."

"I remember you were here for the Halloween party, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I remember it real well! Could I please have a red wristband?"

She looked at her guest list and said, "Oh no, you get a pink one."

My mouth fell open. "No, Ma'am, I'm wearing this red dress so the wristband will go with it."

"And you look very pretty in it, Alicia. But you see, while you can change red, yellow and green wristbands from party to party, once you wear a pink wristband here, you will always wear pink here. Orientation doesn't change." She held out the pink wristband to me.

I stared at the wristband, and what it meant. And what people might do to me at the party if I put it on. "But-" I started.

"Alicia, put it on now!" she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said meekly, and slipped it on my left wrist. So much for my master plan. I was a little kid at a bondage party, wearing a sissy dress and a wristband that said I was up for anything!

Amanda led me to the large entry room, where there were dozens of guests. All of them were wearing masks and elaborate costumes, but I guessed that these people were at least in their 30's or 40's, maybe even older.

"Alicia, twirl around a few times and toss that pretty hair of yours," Amanda said.

So I did as I was told. I don't move like a model, but I twirled around and tossed my huge mane of hair, as guests held up their phones and cameras to take pictures of me, like I was some kind of movie star. It might have been exciting if I really was a girl, or if I didn't dread what might happen to me at this party.

Amanda asked another woman to greet the new arrivals, and then she took me by the hand. But even as she led me away, she continued to work the room, welcoming her guests.

She was saying things like, "Congressman, I'm so glad to see you again," or "Police Commissioner, I'm so happy you could make it."

My guess was that Amanda must be beyond rich, the 1% of the 1%. I don't know who else is on her guest list, but here I am in my princess dress, at a party with these very important movers and shakers. This is why I never tried to run away from home, to go to the police and tell them about my situation. She even owns the police commissioner and a congressman! If she wanted, these people could make me disappear without a trace.

She eventually finished making small talk with her guests, took me by the hand again, and opened the door to a large room. I had to squint against the brightness as she led me inside. It was empty except for a large table, and an enormous chandelier hung from the ceiling above the table.

"It sure is bright in here," I said, shielding my eyes.

"Yes, we produce videos in here, and we need good lighting," she said. Then she shut the door behind me, and pointed to two young women who were dressed in white nurse uniforms with matching masks. "They will help you out of your clothes."

"What?" I asked. "Ma'am, why am I getting out of my clothes?"

"Because that's a very pretty dress, and we don't want to ruin it."

The two women converged on me, and started unzipping my dress.

I held up my arms and tried to back away from them. "Um, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep it on!" I told them.

"Alicia!" Amanda said. "Good little sissies do as they're told. Bad little sissies get punished. Be a good little sissy!"

I froze, as it dawned on me that this evening could suddenly go from bad to even worse. So I reluctantly lowered my arms, and offered no resistance as the women relieved me of my dress. And my shoes and socks. And my bra and panties. All I was wearing now was my penis chastity (they couldn't figure out how to get that off) and the pink wristband that was the cause of all this.

"OK, sweetie," one of the women said. "Now be a good girl and climb up on the table." As I did so, she added, "Now lie face down and put your hands behind your back."

As I lay flat on the bed, I felt ropes being tied around my wrists, and I looked up at Amanda.

She just nodded at me, and said, "Don't worry, little one, you'll be fine."

That was not at all encouraging, because with my face pointed at the edge of the bed, I realized I was being set up to give blow jobs to guys standing next to me. But then the women lifted my stomach, and shoved a huge pillow under me. Now I was face down with my butt up in the air, and to make matters even worse, the women then tied each of my ankles to the sides of the table.

Then Amanda asked me, "Alicia, what size butt plug do you use?"

My face pressed against the bed, I turned to look up at her and asked, "What??"

Amanda stood over me, and gave me a playful swat on my butt. "What size do you normally wear?"

Like how am I somehow supposed to know that, I wondered? I had no idea what size butt plugs come in. I finally said in a tiny voice, "Small?"

She just grinned at me, patted me on the head, and said, "All right sweetie, we'll start small."

"Please, Ma'am-" I started to say, but she pushed a ball gag into my mouth.

"That's OK, Alicia," she said. "We don't need to hear from you any more!"

I tried to talk into the gag, but only gibberish came out, and she walked away. Then she turned to the others, and asked, "Ladies, are the sound checks good? The lighting? All right then, lube her up good!"

Even though the lube was cool, the fingers sliding in and out of my butt made me jump as they slathered lube inside me, but they had tied me down securely. Now it was clear they weren't interested in using my mouth tonight. At least not yet.

Then I felt the butt plug on its way in. I clenched my butt cheeks to keep it out, but the lube did its job. I screamed into the gag as it forced its way in, spreading me wider. I finally stopped trying to fight it, and it went all the way in. As my butt closed around it, I felt tears trickle down my face, not just from the pain, but also the humiliation of being put on display, and being made to do this in front of everyone. Me, the helpless little sissy being violated for the entertainment of these rich and powerful people.

Amanda was standing over me again. "Alicia, crying already? I know you've used butt plugs before."

It's not like I could say anything with this ball in my mouth, and she went on. "Here, this will protect your eyes from those bright lights, and we won't have to see you crying, either."

Then she slipped a mask over my head and onto my eyes. At least I thought it was a mask because I couldn't see very well through my tears. Then when everything went dark, I realized it wasn't a mask at all. It was a blindfold.

I screamed into the gag. This was even worse. I had never felt so helpless, tied down, with my plugged ass up in the air for everyone to see, and now I was blind.

Again she was patting me on the head. I could barely hear her over the sound of my heart pounding. "Relax, sweetie. Just be a good girl, and everything will be fine."

I tried to scream into the gag that everything was NOT fine! They were hurting me, I was just a kid, it wasn't fair. No, this was definitely not fine! Then I just lay there whimpering until I felt the plug move. Now they were pulling it out of me, and it hurt going out too! I had to bite down on the ball gag as it finally plopped out of my ass.

I just lay there trying to catch my breath by sucking air around that awful ball in my mouth. But then I felt the weight of someone climbing on top of me, and hands spreading my butt cheeks. They weren't going to put the plug back in me; they were going to rape me! At Sandra's wedding, her friends had raped me, but that was a punishment. Amanda was using me just for entertainment!

A cock forced its way inside me, then pulled out, and slid in again. Over and over, it pulled back, and then slammed into me again. I screamed and cried until finally that monster pulled out, and left an empty feeling in my butt as I sobbed into the gag.

As I lay there, I heard Amanda again. This time she was stroking my hair. "Alicia, you need to calm down. The evening has only started and there is a lot more ahead for you."

I just shook my head and tried to scream at her.

"Alicia, there is an old saying," she said. "The beatings will continue until morale improves. So I suggest you get hold of yourself, and stop trying to fight this."

I was so mad at her. I wished I could kill all of these people. But I knew she was right. Somehow I had to relax because trying to resist was only making things worse.

Then another guy climbed onto me. I just lay there and did my best to let him enter me. Then he started thrusting, and I moaned and groaned, but it wasn't as bad this time.

"Good girl," Amanda said. "This gets easier when you don't try to fight it."

Then three more guys had their way with me, and each time I just tried to lie there like a dead fish. In between humpings, I remember lying there thinking that there are people in this world who actually enjoy having their brains fucked out like this. But I wasn't one of them.

Then Amanda spoke up again. "Alicia, would you like to suck cock?"

Although sucking cock was not anywhere on my list of favorite activities, it was a lot better to have a guy put his dick in my mouth than up my ass. At least it wouldn't hurt so much. So I nodded my head enthusiastically.

When they took the ball gag out of my mouth, I probably should have thanked Amanda, but I still wanted to kill her for doing all of this to me. I had barely caught my breath when my face was slapped by a dick. So I opened my mouth like a good little sissy, and the cock started sliding in and out. At least it didn't hurt, but it was disgusting! Not just regular disgusting either, because this cock tasted like shit! This dick must have been up my ass, and now I had to clean it off as I sucked on it. Then he spurted a few times and I had a mouthful of that salty taste.

As I swallowed and tried to get the awful taste out of my mouth, I said, "Ew! Has that cock been in my butt? It tastes like it!"

Amanda spoke up again. "Alicia, I am surprised at you! When was your last enema?"

"What's an enema?" I asked.

"What has Sandra been teaching you?" she asked. "I really must speak to her about this!"

Oh, so at last something wasn't my fault. But I was still the one getting raped and then eating my own shit. Anyway, sucking cock was still better than having my ass pounded.

Than another guy climbed onto me.

"What's going on?" I asked. "I thought I was going to give blow jobs now."

"Alicia, can't you multi-task? You know, do two things at once?" Amanda said. "They're going to make an Alicia sandwich!"

"Nooo!" I groaned, and then gasped as he entered me. This guy was BIG, and I thought I might split in half! And then I had my mouth full with another cock. I may have scraped him with my teeth, but he didn't say anything about it.

Then when both guys were done with me, Amanda announced, "Everyone take a break, thirty minutes!"

I just lay there exhausted. The same guys who had been raping my ass had then shoved their cocks in my mouth so I had to taste my own shit as I sucked them off. And somehow I was going to be the one punished for this.

The two women untied my ankles, lifted me off the table and then I walked or was dragged a short distance. Then I heard the sound of running water, and they let me sit on a cold tile floor. My blindfold was pulled off, and I blinked to look up at Amanda. She didn't look angry but I might still be in a lot of trouble.

"Ma'am, did I do something wrong?" I asked. "Please, I'm sorry if I did something-"

"It's all right, Alicia," she said. "We just need to give you an enema. Lots of people do this a few times a week, and it won't hurt a bit."

That's what people always say when something is going to hurt a lot. The running water stopped and I looked around to see myself sitting on the floor of a large bathroom. Amanda's two henchwomen were here, and one of them held up a bag of fluid (water, I hoped) and the other one had a long tube with a nozzle at its end.

"Alicia, get on your knees," Nozzle Girl said.

My hands were still tied, so Amanda helped position me face down and ass up.

I was expecting a new experience in pain, but the nozzle was nothing compared to all the dicks that were a lot bigger, and it went in so much easier. And the water flowing into me was warm, and it didn't hurt at all. It felt weird with all this fluid sloshing around inside me, but it wasn't the torture I had expected.

"Now clench your butt and don't let that water out," Nozzle Girl said. "Because if you spill any, you're going to lick it up!"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. That sounded like it would be really gross.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the girls lifted me to the toilet, and they let me release all that fluid. I farted once, and I looked up in horror at Nozzle Girl, but she only laughed. Then she wiped my butt, said one enema should be enough, and the other woman went off to find Amanda.

They had me up on my feet when Amanda returned with my blindfold.

"Alicia, you're going to be a good little sissy and go out there, and get right back on that table, understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, my eyes downcast.

"One more thing, sweetie," she said. "You've kept all those important people out there waiting a long time, so now you're going to tell them you're sorry that you were a bad little sissy, but you're all clean now, and you hope that you can please all of them."

My mouth dropped open and I stared in amazement. Did she really expect me to apologize, and then ask all of them to go on using me as a whore? I thought this must be a prank, but from the expression on her face, she was dead serious.

"Alicia, say it!" she said.

"I…I'm sorry I was a bad little sissy, but I'm all clean now, and I hope I can…I can please all of you."

"Good girl!"; she said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No, Ma'am," I mumbled.

"Alicia, I know public speaking is hard, especially when you're in front of a room full of grownups, but I know you can do it."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and despite all the cum I had eaten, I could already feel my throat going dry. It wasn't so much being in front of grownups that was frightening. It was being tied up and naked, and then inviting those grownups to rape me that was frightening.

"Well then, let's put your blindfold on, so you won't feel self-conscious."

I made no protest as she slipped it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness again. And then I was walking, being let out of the bathroom. As the tiles under my feet changed to hardwood, I knew I was back in the big room.

"All right, Alicia, we're here," Amanda said. "Now do you have something to say?"

"I'm sorry I was-" I started.

"Alicia, speak up!" Amanda said, and lifted my chin. "No one can hear you!"

I tried again, this time in a loud, clear voice. "I'm sorry I was a bad little sissy, but I'm all clean now, and I hope I can please all of you!"

There was silence, as if everyone was waiting for me to continue. I strained my ears to hear…maybe everyone was gone? Could the room be empty, and Amanda was playing a trick on me?

But then someone laughed. Then more people laughed. Soon the entire room roared with laughter. My ears burned with humiliation, my entire face must have turned bright red, and all I remember is stumbling along as the girls dragged me up onto the table.

The rest of the evening was just one dick after another being slammed into my mouth or my butt. I ate so much cum that my stomach started to feel queasy. But I have to admit that the cocks that reamed my ass now didn't taste as bad when they got shoved in my mouth.

A long time passed and I was still lying on the table when my blindfold was pulled off.

It was Sandra, and she asked, "Alicia, would you like to go home now?"

"Yes please, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I'm really tired." In fact I was exhausted, and ached from having been used and abused all evening.

"Then let's get you into your dress," she said, and started untying me.

But when I tried to walk, my butt hurt so much that I had to walk bow-legged, but at least I got my dress on. I had reached the point where I was happy to be wearing a red princess dress, but that's what happens when you've been naked all evening. Now I just wanted to fall asleep or leave, whichever came first.

"Alicia, sit over there for a minute," Sandra said.

"OK," I said, and slumped in a comfy chair. I could barely keep my eyes open when I heard them talking.

"The evening took longer than I expected," Sandra said.

"We had to take a break to give her an enema," Amanda said.

"Oh…I didn't think of that."

"You really should get her started. Every morning for a while, then maybe two or three times a week when she goes back to school."

"Good idea, I should have thought of that myself."

Everyone thinks of me as being a girl now, I mused. No one ever refers to me as 'he' or 'him' any more.

Then Amanda said, "You really have something with that little cutie. As docile and submissive as she is, she would have no trouble finding a sugar daddy."

"You really think so?"

"I KNOW so. A sissy with those looks, who will do what she does. I know Hollywood people; actors, producers, executives. Once she's trained, and she's a little older. She'll never have to work a day in her life. When she's legal age, there will be important men drooling over a sissy like her. She won't even need any body modifications."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Sandra said. "It looks like my little sister-in-law may have a bright future!"

Then the conversation ended, and I pretended to be asleep. Then I felt my arm being shaken. I opened my eyes to see Sandra. "Asleep already?"

"It's been a long day," I said, dragging myself out of the chair.

"Well, before you go, I want you to speak to Amanda. I want you to thank her for inviting you to this party, and tell her you had a wonderful time, and you hope she'll invite you back someday."

I just stared at her. I was too tired to get angry. I wanted to cry.

"Alicia?" she asked.

"Mistress Sandra," I said slowly. "Do you know what those people just did to me?"

"Yes, Alicia, I do," she said. "But it is good manners to thank your host. Besides, Amanda is a very important person, and you want to stay on her good side."

I nodded, and she dragged me over to see Amanda. And my butt hurt with each step.

"And smile," Sandra said.

So I looked up at Amanda and smiled. "Thank you for inviting me to your party. I had a wonderful time, and I hope you'll invite me back."

Amanda beamed at me. "Alicia, you're such a delightful child!" she said. "Of course I'll invite you back here! For Halloween, if not sooner!"

"Oh, that sounds lovely," I said, thinking back to last year's disaster of a Halloween party.

"Here," she said, and handed me a bottled water. "In case you want to get the taste out of your mouth."

My eyes lit up and I took the bottle gratefully. "Thank you, Ma'am!"

I started guzzling the water as soon as I got in the car. Maybe Amanda wasn't so bad after all. I mean, she did give me this bottle of water. Admittedly, a bottle of water isn't much of a reward for being a good little sissy and getting gang-raped all evening long. But still, she didn't have to do it. And when I was a little older, she might introduce me to a rich man who would take care of me. After I had more training, whatever that meant. But I wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or not. Also there was something else I wanted to know about.

"Mistress Sandra," I said, "I was blindfolded so I don't know who I had sex with tonight. Can you tell me who they were?"

"I would assume they were Amanda's friends," she said. "But they were wearing masks. So I don't know, either. But don't worry about it."

"All right." I sighed. "Thank you, Mistress."

Then I must have fallen asleep in the car. I woke up the following morning in my nightgown, tied to my bed as usual. Sandra must have carried me in from the car, and put me to bed.

CHAPTER 3
TORMENTED BY BIG SISTER

But that was the night I found out how the world really worked. That morning, they must have let me sleep in. As I lay in bed, I thought back to the days when I was walking to school. Me in my cute little uniform with my hair all fluffed up. The one-mile walk took me nearly a half-hour, and it gave me plenty of time to think about going to the police. All I had to do was turn down one block, go into the police station, and show them the penis chastity around my dick. I would tell them about all the horrible things my family had done to me, and it wouldn't be my word against theirs, either. They would find Sandra's video collection. Hundreds of videos of kiddie porn, featuring me doing unspeakable things, enough evidence to send all of them to prison for the rest of their lives.

But I knew that wasn't how the world works at all, because I remembered what happened the last time I told a cop I was being sexually abused. He was a customer at the brothel where I was being held prisoner during spring break. Of course he was on the Madam's payroll, and I was beaten and nearly killed.

Tonight I learned that Amanda was one of the people who mattered in this country. She is really, really rich, and owns not only a ranch, but also a congressman and the police commissioner. I couldn't guess how many judges and other government officials she has on her payroll, but I would bet she has dirt on lots of important people, so I know what would happen if I went to the police.

They would question me, find out how much I knew, decide that I was the problem, and I would disappear. Sandra would be given some story that I had run away from home, and my body would never be found. The police were there to protect important people like Amanda, not little sissies like me.

Where did that leave me, I wondered? I thought about the things Amanda said, the things I wasn't supposed to hear. That rich men thought I was cute, and one of them might actually want me. I'd heard that lots of people in the movie industry are gay, but would some big movie mogul really be interested in me? But she also said I needed more training. I had already taken a Home Economics course but I don't think that's the kind of training she meant. I think she meant stuff like I did last night, and that made me shudder. What else would they expect me to do, that I didn't do for them at the party?

By the time Sandra untied me, and I had dressed in my pink maid's uniform, I had already missed breakfast and lunch. I still had to walk very gingerly, and when I saw Donna in the kitchen, she pointed at the floor.

She didn't have to tell me what to do. I knelt there, she cuffed my hands behind me, and plunked a bowl of cold rice in front of me. "Eat up, faggot!" she said.

"Thank you, Mistress Donna," I said, and started munching away.

When I finished eating, she told me to go see Kathy in the living room.

I said, "Yes, Mistress," struggled to my feet, and tried to walk normally. I did not want Kathy to see I was hurt. Showing weakness to my sister is like an antelope showing weakness to a lion. When Kathy smells blood, she goes in for the kill. But I had to put each foot down carefully as I approached her.

She looked up from the sofa and beckoned to me. "What's the matter, little sissy?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Mistress Katherine," I said, standing before her.

"Really? Then why are you walking like a duck?"

"Oh, that!" I said. "I'm just a little sore from last night."

"Sore from having big guys ramming their cocks into your ass over and over?"

I looked down at my feet. This was going to be one of those days. Just how bad, I didn't know yet. But I couldn't fight with her. That's what she wanted. Even in a fair fight, she would destroy me. And now I was in handcuffs, and still sore from last night. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.

"Oh, what's the matter, sweetie?" she asked. "Are you going to cry now? Are you going to cry like a pathetic little sissy?"

It seemed like my humiliation would never end but I fought back the tears. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. "What do you want from me, Mistress?"

"Tell me about last night. Did you make a lot of new friends?"

"I…I was blindfolded. I don't even know who was there."

"Oh, so you don't know which guys' cocks were being rammed into your butt?"

"No, Mistress."

"And you don't know which guys' cocks you were sucking either?"

"No, Mistress."

"That's kind of rude, don't you think?" she asked. "You'd think a gentleman would introduce himself before he shoves his cock down your throat!"

"Mistress, please," I said, fighting back the tears.

"So it must be awfully embarrassing for you now. I mean if you go to the mall, and see some boys there, how do you know if you've already given them blow jobs? I mean, they'll know you, but you won't know them! Or if you see a man working in a store, he might be one of the guys who shoved his cock up your ass, right?"

"I guess so, Mistress."

"Well, I haven't seen the entire video yet, but I'm sure we can talk about it later. In the meanwhile, lie down here on your back."
"Yes, Mistress," I said. At least she stopped talking at me.

I sprawled on the floor, then crawled over to her feet, and lay there.

"You don't mind if I put my foot on your face, do you?" she asked, as her athletic shoe landed on the side of my face.

Now my only view was of some dust under the sofa. "No, Mistress," I said.

"Good, because I have to make a call," she said. A few seconds later she said, "Hi Arcadia, it's me. I have a video you've just got to see! The little sissy went to a wild party last night."

Then she added, "Just imagine a sissy sandwich. The little pansy with one dick slamming into her mouth, and another one stuck in her butt! Yeah, you should see the look on her face when she's trying to suck one cock, and another one starts pounding her ass!"

"OK, see you!" Then Kathy turned to me, "Arcadia will be right over. Would you like to watch the video with us?"

"Um…" I said. I thought maybe I'd like to watch it by myself someday, and maybe never.

"What's that, sweetie?" she asked, pressing her foot down on my face.

"Yes, Mistress!" I screamed.

"That's what I thought," she said, lifting her foot off me and made me sit up next to her.

Arcadia lived next door, so she was here a minute later. She is so pretty, with a heart-shaped face and long silky brown hair, with straight bangs. Even though she is friends with my sister, she was still my first crush. She would tease and taunt me once in a while, and she gave me lots of bruises while practicing martial arts techniques on me. But she also gave me my only sexual experience, or at least the only one that gave me pleasure (although by the end of it, I felt like I had gone to bed with an alley cat.) But she was nice to me when everyone else was abusing me. Of course that's why Kathy always wanted to humiliate me in front of her.

Arcadia walked in, dressed in blue denim overalls and jeans. She looks beautiful even dressed up like a boy, while I have to wear frilly sissy clothes to look like a girl. She looked me over, as though searching for bruises, and said, "Hi, Alicia."

"Hi, Mistress Arcadia," I said. "It's good to see you again."

"Now let's see what you got yourself into," she said.

Kathy chortled. "Yeah, and plenty of guys got into her, too!"

I felt myself blushing, and as Kathy started the DVD player, I leaned forward in anticipation. I really didn't want to see myself being abused. I expected it would be like watching a train wreck that you can't look away from, even though I was the one about to be wrecked. But I was really curious to see who was going to rape me; whether or not I recognized anyone.

The video started, and there I was on the table, naked and face down with my butt up in the air, my ankles tied to the table, and my wrists tied together behind my back. I was already blindfolded, and had a red ball gag stuck in my mouth.

Then the first guy mounted me from behind, but he was wearing a full face mask.

"I can't see his face," I said in dismay.

As I watched in horror, the next guy wore a mask that covered his entire face, too.

"When I first got to the party, everyone was wearing regular small masks, like the Lone Ranger!"

"Maybe these guys are camera shy," Kathy said. "They knew they were on video, and they didn't want to be seen screwing a little 13-year old twink."

"This isn't fair!" I groaned.

Kathy turned to me. "You're getting your ass drilled, and all you're upset about is that you can't see their faces?"

"Um…well…I just wanted to see who they were."

"Why? Were you hoping to get together with one of them? Or maybe a lot of them?"

She started laughing, and I felt my face redden.

"Wow, look at that guy!" Arcadia said. "That thing is big! Did it hurt?"

"Oh yeah," I said. remembering what that felt like.

Then they showed me with the gag out. They must have edited out all of the dead time between different guys. And now I was getting a cock shoved in my mouth.

"Did you bite anyone?" Arcadia asked, as two guys were pounding me.

"I don't think so," I said. "I think they would have said something to me if I had done that. But after a while, I was kind of out of it."

"Yeah," Kathy said. "You must have been in Heaven with all those cocks slamming in and out of you!"

I just frowned and watched as the show went on and on, with Kathy laughing and making nasty comments, while Arcadia was mostly shocked and sometimes horrified. But after a while, I was able to distance myself from the events. It was as though I was a spectator, watching porn. I was perfectly safe now, next to these two girls, so I wasn't getting hurt any more.

Then I remembered that something like this happened when I was forced to watch the video of my last birthday party. When I saw myself being beaten and abused, I convinced myself that it wasn't really me, and it actually turned me on. And sure enough, the same thing was happening again! I had somehow convinced myself that it was some little sissy on the screen that was being abused, and my penis started twitching inside its steel prison. I just stared at the action on the screen, transfixed by the video of that helpless little sissy being tormented by those men. And my penis continued to strain against my penis chastity. I just had a wild thought…what if someone noticed when this happened?

But someone did. My sister had been watching my closely. She suddenly jerked up my skirt, and pulled down my panties. She turned to me, grinning from ear to ear, and asked, "What have we here, Alicia?"

"I…I'm not doing anything!" I stammered.

"Arcadia, look at this!" she said, and then looked at me and shouted, "Why, you little slut!"

I turned bright red. I couldn't believe this happened. "No!" I said. "No!"

"You really love this, you little faggot!" my sister said.

"No, I don't!" I shouted back.

"Your little guy down there does," she said, pointing at my penis. "Look, it's getting stronger! It's trying to escape!" Then she burst into laughter.

I stared down at my groin in dismay. It didn't make any sense.

"No wonder you've gone along with being a sissy, and dressing up like a girl. Being a sex toy really turns you on! You love it when those guys ram their cocks into your face and your ass!"

Arcadia put her arm around me and said, "Alicia, it's OK."

"Oh, it's more than OK," Kathy said. "Now that we know how much she likes it, she's going to be a party girl! She'll be going out all the time! She'll get to suck all the cocks she wants!"
"Kathy, this is enough," Arcadia said. "Please turn it off."

"Sure, I'll watch the rest of it later," she said. "And I'll let the little pussy watch it too, since she likes it so much!"

Tears spilled down my cheeks as Arcadia pulled up my panties, and lowered my skirt to cover me up. She gave me a hug and said, "Kathy, I'll see you later. I really have to go."

She left in a hurry, and I couldn't blame her. But now I was alone with my sister, on my knees, tied up and crying. Then Kathy pulled a handful of my hair back to make me look at her. "So tell me, faggot," she said. "Do you like seeing other boys getting fucked, or just yourself?"

"I…I don't know," I said.

"So which do you like better, having cocks shoved in your mouth or up your ass?"

"Leave me alone!" I wailed.

"Answer me, little sissy! I just want to know what turns you on more. Do you like sucking or fucking?"

I tried to pull away from her, but she slapped my face hard, and made my cheek sting.

"Answer me, faggot! Sucking or fucking? Or do I need to keep hitting you?"

I tried to shrink away from her, but I couldn't move. "Being fucked hurts more!" I shouted.

"Oh, so you like sucking cocks more?" she asked.

I just glared at her.

"Answer me, sissy!" she said, squeezing my face, making my cheek burn and bringing fresh tears from my eyes.

"OK, sucking cocks then," I said.

"Then tell me you like sucking cocks!" she shouted, squeezing my face harder.

Tears spilled down my face, and I screamed, "I like sucking cocks!"

She let go of me and said, "There. Was that so hard?"

In between sobs I looked up and her and said, "I really hate you!"

She got up and laughed, and said, "Yeah, just like you hated sucking all those cocks!"
I just sat there for hours, sniffling and crying. I didn't even want to get up. If I had to, I would have just peed right there on the floor.

CHAPTER 4
REVEALING ALICIA

Finally Sandra came home and found me. "Alicia, what's the matter?"

I didn't know if I could confide in her. But Ron would be of no help, and I didn't know who else I could tell about this. Amanda might understand these things, but I didn't trust her. She might use the information to decide which one of her millionaire friends might want to buy me.

"Mistress Sandra, could you please take these handcuffs off?"

"Of course, sweetie," she said. "But what happened? Is this about last night?"

"No," I said, sniffling. "Well, yes in a way. My sister made me watch the video from last night, and then…" I started crying again.

"Did Kathy hurt you? Your face is all red."

I shook my head. "She slapped me is all." For Kathy, that didn't even count as abuse.

"Then what happened?"

"I can't…she's gonna…" And then I started sobbing.

Sandra just picked me up and carried me in her arms like a baby down to the basement. "I know that you don't like being down here, but I'm not going to hurt you. It's just that we can be alone here. Now what did she do?"

She put me in a chair, unlocked my handcuffs, and gave me a box of tissues.

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra," I said, and wiped my eyes and face. I had to tell her. I had to tell someone, and she was the one least likely to use this against me.

So I told her about Kathy making me watch the video, and how my penis got hard while I was watching. "Mistress Sandra, I don't understand why this happened. I didn't get hard last night when all that was happening, and I don't know why I got hard today. But now my sister thinks I really am a fag and a sissy, and I want to be a girl, and I don't know what she's going to do to me!"

Sandra thought for a moment. "And you really got hard inside the penis chastity?"

"Yes, Mistress. If that thing wasn't on me, I would have been sticking straight up in the air."

"All right then, for now I will talk to Kathy, and she will stay away from you. We will deal with this tomorrow, and I won't let her hurt you."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress Sandra," I said, fresh tears filling my eyes. I rushed to hug her. It didn't matter that she had gotten me gang-raped last night, and had done many more horrible things to me in the past. She was the closest thing I had to a friend in this family, and I needed her help. Then she hugged me back, and just holding me in her arms made me feel better.

"It'll be OK, Alicia," she said. "I will get this sorted out."

The following morning, Sandra dressed me in a pink floral sun dress, and told me we were going back to Amanda's ranch house to talk to her.

"But why do we have to go out there just to talk to her? Every time I go there, bad things happen to me."

"Alicia, we aren't going to a party. We're just going to talk to her."

She took me by the hand and dragged me through the living room, where my evil sister was curled up on the sofa.

"Kathy, we're going to be gone most of the day," she said.

"Oh Alicia, you look so sweet in your little sissy dress. Where are you going?"

I just hid behind Sandra, and she answered, "We're going out to Amanda's ranch again."

Kathy's eyes lit up. "So the little pervert's going back for more? Will you tell me all about it later? I'll want all the gory details!"

Sandra just gave her a withering look, and headed for the door, with me in tow.

"Bye, pussy boy!" Kathy called after me.

Finally we had escaped from my sister, and we were on the road, for the long drive out to see Amanda again. I sat in silence, watching the scenery change from city streets to freeway, and eventually to the big open spaces of the countryside, wondering what I should say to Amanda, and what she wanted to know about me.

When we arrived at her ranch house, we were brought into a room that served as an office. Amanda sat behind a desk, and there were two chairs across from her. As I walked gingerly into the room, the door closed behind us.

"Alicia, are you all right?" Amanda asked.,

"I'm OK, Ma'am," I said. "Just a little sore from the party. Some of those guys were big!"

"Alicia, those weren't the big guys," Sandra said.

"No," Amanda agreed. "I didn't let any of the big guys near you. You aren't ready for them yet."

My eyes widened at the thought that she knew even bigger guys. And I wasn't ready YET??

"The little one is having an identity crisis," Sandra said, sitting down.

Amanda nodded as I sat. "Alicia, how are you feeling today?"

"I…I really don't know, Ma'am," I said, afraid to look her in the eye.

"Are you upset over something that happened at the party?"

"No, Ma'am. I mean, I don't blame you or your guests for anything. I'm…I'm a sissy, and I'm used to this," I said, wondering how being raped over and over had become the new normal for me. But it was.

"All right then," Amanda said. "Sandra told me you had an erection, or at least you tried to in your penis chastity when you watched the video of the party."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, looking down in my lap. "I don't know why it happened, but my sister saw it, and now she thinks I like being raped all the time, and she's going to hurt me."

"OK, settle down, Alicia," she said. "Your sister saw this too?"

I nodded. "She's really mean," I said and added, "But Ma'am, I know you're an important person and you must be very busy. My sister being mean to me is just…"

"That's all right, Alicia, I want to help you figure this out. Now I have to ask you, are you gay?"

"No, Ma'am," I said. "I like girls."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I don't get to do that very often, but I like kissing girls."

"And have you ever had sex with a girl?"

"Only once, Ma'am. Well, actually lots of times, but only once the way I wanted to. All the other times the girls used my mouth to do what they wanted," I said. Then I wondered if I was telling her something she would use against me at her next party.

Amanda turned to Sandra, who nodded.

"And your one time, you enjoyed that?" Amanda asked.

"Oh yeah, well until the stuff that came after, when she started biting me anyway."

"Sandra, this really happened?" she asked.

"Yes, I know the girl. She's a bit of a spitfire."

I nodded. "She's really pretty, though!"

"That suggests you're not gay, but you still could be bisexual. Do you like dressing up as a girl? How long have you been doing it?"

"My sister started making me dress as a girl a year ago. At first I hated it, but it was OK as long as I was in the house. But then when I had to go to school…" I shuddered.

"You went to school as a girl? What was that like?"

"It was really scary, especially at first. I did it for a whole year, and I got used to it, but I was nervous the whole time. Every day I was afraid someone would find out about me, but no one did until the prom at the end of the year."

"A whole year…well…so you really didn't like dressing as a girl?"

"It's not something I would have done on my own, that's for sure, but I really didn't mind wearing the clothes around the house. Sometimes it's even kind of exciting because it's something I'm not really supposed to do. I just don't want people to see me dressed like this."

"But even when you were dressed up at school, you still weren't attracted to boys?"

"No, no, I tried to avoid them. I didn't want anything to do with them."

"Then how do you feel about bondage? Do you like being tied up?"

"Oh, it really depends. It's OK if I'm at home and I'm safe. But if someone grabs me and tries to kidnap me, I'd be scared to death!"

"What about the times you were tied up here?"

"Those were OK too. I mean, I was at a party and people were there to have fun. I never thought anyone here wanted to kill me."

"Very perceptive," she said. "We've never killed anyone here yet."

"Oh, that's good to know!" I said.

"Alicia, that was a joke," she said.

"Oh…yeah, OK," I said.

"How do you feel when you're tied up? Do you ever get erect when you're tied up?"

Should I really tell her this, I wondered? But she's smart, and if I lie to her, she'll know it, and she'll get mad at me, and I definitely don't want that. "Well, sometimes I actually like it," I admitted. "I kinda like the feeling of being helpless. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "Alicia, some people are dominant, some are submissive, and some are a mix of both. Sandra and I are dominant women, and you are clearly submissive. But there's nothing wrong with that. That's your personality, and it's who you are. So if you're in a safe and controlled environment, do you enjoy being in bondage?"

"Yes…well, sometimes. I mean it depends. I don't like wearing chains and handcuffs so much because all that does is make me clumsy, but I can still move and walk around. And having my hands tied in front of me doesn't make me feel helpless, either. But when I'm tied up with rope, nice and snug…well, but not too tight to cut off my circulation, that's what I really like. But to feel really helpless, my hands have to be tied behind me, and my favorite is when I'm hogtied, and I can hardly move at all," I said. At this point I realized I had better stop talking. Or more likely I should have stopped talking a while ago, because I had already said too much.

Amanda turned to Sandra and said, "I think you've got yourself a little superstar here!"

Sandra nodded and said, "I had suspected most of this, but it's nice to confirm it."

I looked from one woman to the other. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Alicia. As Sandra said, it just confirms that you are submissive, as we had thought. But do you ever want to be the one in control? The slave master instead of the slave? The one doing the tying up and beating?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't want to hurt anyone. Well, except maybe my sister. But it's a lot easier for me to be tied up and do as I'm told," I said. "But I still don't understand why I got hard watching the video, when I didn't get hard while all of that was going on."
"Alicia, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. People can be turned on by imagining things that they don't really want to happen."

I shook my head. "Ma'am, I don't understand that at all," I said.

"All right, for example, many women have kidnap fantasies. It can really excite a woman to fantasize that a big, strong man will kidnap her and ravish her. Of course in real life, she would never want to be kidnapped. So while you may not enjoy having a cock shoved up your butt, as a submissive, it may very well turn you on to fantasize about having that happen to you. Does that make sense now?"

"Oh, I think I get it now. So it can turn me on to think about being tied up and raped, but I'm not really gay, and I don't actually want that to happen."
"Exactly!" she said, smiling at me.

"But there was another time, a year ago at my birthday party. I was tied up and naked, and girls were hitting me with little whips, and I got hard and spurted right there on the rug. But when my sister ties me up, and beats me something awful, that never turns me on."

"Alicia, part of the excitement of bondage is that you give up control. You're helpless, and people can do whatever they want to you. If people are only hurting you a little, that's still exciting. But if someone is beating your brains out, that's not exciting any more. Very few people get turned on by a serious beating. But being slapped around and humiliated can be very exciting, especially for a submissive like you."

"OK then as long as I'm not really getting hurt a lot, it can be fun?"

"Right. Everyone has their limits. That's why we have the red, yellow and green wristbands at our parties. You'll have to talk to Sandra about getting your sister to respect your limits."

I didn't think Kathy would ever respect my limits or anything about me, but I didn't say anything.

And then Sandra said, "I think we've made a breakthrough today."

There was still one thing I had to know. But I wasn't supposed to have heard that conversation, so maybe I shouldn't bring it up. Amanda had already helped me understand what was happening to me, and I really didn't want to push my luck. So I sat there and stared at my lap.

"Alicia, is there something else?" Amanda asked.

"No…yes…well, I don't know."

"I think you've covered every possibility now," she said. "But clearly there is still something troubling you, so spit it out."

I took a deep breath and let it out. I didn't want to look her in the eye, but I had to see her reaction. So I looked up at her and asked, "Ma'am, are you going to sell me to one of your rich friends in Hollywood?"

"Alicia!" Sandra screamed, her voice rising an octave.

Amanda didn't say anything at first, but the look on her face showed she was both completely surprised and highly amused. She finally asked me, "Alicia, where did you ever get that idea?"

"Um…when the party was over, and I was falling asleep, I heard you and Mistress Sandra talking about me, and you said you had friends in Hollywood who would be interested in me when I was older, and had more training."
"I don't believe this," Sandra said, holding her head.

"All right, Alicia," Amanda said. "First of all, selling people has been illegal in this country since the Civil War, more than 150 years ago. So selling you is off the table!"

That made me feel a little better.

Then she went on. "I don't know how much of our conversation you heard, but you may have jumped to the wrong conclusion. When you grow up, you will get to make your own choices in life. I have no idea what ambition you have for jobs or a career, but you're a pretty little thing, and I have friends in Hollywood…some of them like boys, and some like boys who look like girls. Then, if you are so inclined, I can introduce you to someone who might like you."

I stared at her. "You mean some Hollywood big shot might be interested in…in a sissy dressed up like me?"

"Well, you might need more training," she said. "Then you won't have to walk bow-legged so much."

I felt myself blushing again.

"But now we know what you like to do," she said. "And we have lots of parties here."
"Oh OK, thank you, Ma'am!" I said. "This really helped me a lot!"

She stood up and said, "Alicia, come here."

I walked around the desk, and she wrapped her arms around me.

I hugged her back, and she said, "Just keep being yourself, and don't listen to your sister or anyone else telling trying to hurt you, and you'll be fine."

I nodded and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

"All right, Alicia, let's go," Sandra said. "Before you say anything else!"

As we left the house, I remember thinking maybe I was wrong about how the world worked. Maybe rich and powerful people like Amanda didn't get to buy and sell little sissies like me. I said, "Mistress, I've already been sold once. To that brothel in Nevada. I thought that's what happens to kids like me."

Sandra just sighed, and said, "Alicia, that was illegal! And when we found out what had happened, they gave you back to us because they didn't want to spend the rest of their lives in prison!"

So when we got in the car, I asked Sandra, "Are you mad at me?"

"Alicia, you were eavesdropping at the party. That wasn't very nice."

"Mistress Sandra, people weren't very nice to me at the party either, you know."

"But you're a sissy, and you're going to be punished."

I sat back and groaned. That was par for the course with me. "Mistress Sandra, thank you very much for driving me all the way out here. I learned a lot and it made me feel a lot better."

"You're welcome, Alicia," she said. "But you're still going to be punished."

"I know," I said. "But I still appreciate that you did this for me."

"Nice try," she said. "But you're STILL going to be punished!"

"I know," I said.

CHAPTER 5
PLEASURE AND PAIN

On the long ride home, I thought about what my future could be. Ever since I was forced to live as a girl, and become Alicia, I assumed the day would come when they would let me cut my hair, remove my nail polish, and become a boy again. I didn't know if that day would come when I was in high school or college, but they weren't making me take estrogen any more, so I thought I would grow up to be a man. Maybe I would be a scrawny weakling of a man, but still a man.

Now I wasn't so sure. Amanda had rich friends, and one of them might actually be interested in a sissy dressed up as a girl. It wasn't like my parents were around, and Ron and Kathy didn't care what became of me, so someday it really might be up to me to decide if I wanted to live as a girl with some rich man. Then I just pushed the thought out of my mind; the whole idea seemed ridiculous.

When we got home, Kathy was waiting for us.

"Sandra, what happened?" she asked. "Did the little sissy get all beat up?"

"No, Kathy," Sandra said. "We were just there to talk, and Alicia learned a lot about herself."

"Really? So what did you learn, Alicia?" she asked. "That you're a sweet little pussy boy who loves to suck cocks? Or that you're really a girl, and you don't need that little penis of yours any more?"

But what I had really learned was that my sister's opinion of me didn't matter to me any more. "No, Mistress Katherine," I said. "What I learned is that people who beat me and rape me are a lot nicer than you!"

Kathy was about to start in on me, when Sandra waved her off. "Leave her alone," she said. "You had that coming."

My heart sang. For the first time ever, someone had defended me against my rotten big sister.

That evening Sandra took me down to the basement. "Alicia, it's time for your punishment."
"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. I knew I deserved it.

Ten minutes later I lay there naked in a strict hogtie with a penis gag in my mouth. "I'll be back in an hour, so enjoy yourself."

She knew the hogtie was my favorite bondage position, so I struggled and rolled around on the floor. And then my penis struggled inside its chastity too! That was the best hour of punishment I ever had in the basement.

Then she returned, and said, "All right, Alicia. I think you've learned your lesson about eavesdropping."

She took the gag out of my mouth, and I said, "Thank you, Mistress Sandra."

Then she untied me, stared at me for a few seconds, and said, "I think your penis chastity needs cleaning." She got the key, unlocked it from the base of my penis, and slid it off.

Now I stared at it. That thing had been on me for so long that I forgot what my penis looked like.

"Alicia, I'll be ready to put you to bed in fifteen minutes," she said. Then, in case I was stupid, she repeated, "Come up to bed in fifteen minutes."

Then she walked out, and as soon as the door closed…well, she didn't need to tell me twice. And I didn't need fifteen minutes. I took back half of the nasty things I had ever thought about her.

Fifteen minutes later, she slid the newly-cleaned penis chastity back onto me, I got into a white nightgown, and she tied me to the bed.

"Alicia, you learned a lot about yourself today, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. "And I learned a lot about you and Amanda, too. Thank you, again."

She said good night, and left the room.

So, after talking to Amanda, it was clear that I wasn't gay, I was just a boy pretending to be a girl. I was submissive, I liked tight bondage, and being dominated really turned me on, as long as I wasn't getting beat up. These were all good things to know, but on the other hand, my sister was pissed off, and just itching to get at me. Actually she always liked hurting me, but now she was really looking forward to doing it.

The following day, Sandra had me down in the basement. After I had stripped down to my birthday suit, she hogtied me, gagged me with a scarf, and then turned on a video camera.

"Just relax, Alicia," she said. "I'll be back in a while."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said through the gag as she left.

I have to admit that I actually liked this. I liked being tied up and helpless, and I especially liked being hogtied. I think that's why Sandra did this; she wanted to give me a break today. And sure enough, my penis started to get hard, inside that damn steel tube.

And then I heard footsteps approaching. Oh no! Sandra wouldn't be coming back so soon; it had to be Kathy. The party was over, and I was in trouble! Then I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me up on my knees. It was Arcadia! This was the first time I had seen her since Kathy forced me to watch the video from Amanda's party with her.

"Hi, sweetie," she said.

Then I saw she was staring at my crotch. "Good afternoon, Mistress Arcadia," I said through the gag.

"Alicia, it looks like you're getting stronger," she said, and glanced at my groin.

I didn't know how to answer, and she removed my gag and sat next to me.

"Sandra asked me to come over, and I just talked to her for a while."

Finally I said, "So you think I'm just a perverted little sissy?" I asked.

"No, I think you're a cute little sissy," she said, stroking my hair.

A year ago I would have wanted to fight anyone who called me a sissy. But now that was what I called myself. I actually preferred them to say I was a sissy, and not a fag.

She went on, "Why don't you explain to me what's going on with you? What turns you on?"

I blushed because she was so pretty with that face framed by all that silky brown hair. She was the closest thing I had to a friend, which of course was why Kathy loved to humiliate me in front of her. So finally I said, "You do!"

She just grinned at me. "Alicia, you're so sweet!" she said. "But tell me what was turning you on right now, when you're tied up like this."

"I…well," i started. I really didn't want to discuss this, and maybe lose my only friend.

"Come on, Alicia," she said, caressing my naked shoulders and back. "You can tell me."

And so I explained that I like tight bondage and being helpless because I was submissive, as long as I wasn't getting beat up. Then I waited. I was sure she was going to laugh at me.

Instead she put her arms around me. "Sandra told me most of that, but I had to hear it from you."

"So you don't hate me?" I croaked.

"Of course not, silly!" she said. "I think I might even get to have some fun tying you up!"

"Oh…see, when you ran off the other night, I thought you were disgusted with me."

She frowned. "I was more disgusted with Kathy, the way she treated you. Fun is one thing, but I hated the way she was taunting you. I should have stayed there and tried to protect you, but I'm sorry I ran away like that."
"That's OK," I said. "I'm just glad you don't hate me."

"Don't worry about that," she said. "You're too much fun to play with!"

I really liked this girl, but to her, I think I was just an injured puppy that she wanted to take care of and nurse back to health.

She went on, "And now that I know what you like to do, we can have a lot of fun together!"

That was a relief. I think.

The following morning, after Sandra untied me from my bed, she said. "You need to start having enemas. We should have done that before Amanda's party, and that's my fault, but we'll start today, and I'm going to teach you so you'll know how to do this by yourself."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. But the enema I had at the party wasn't so bad. It was just one more indignity, and not nearly the worst thing that happened to me there anyway.

Soon she had me naked on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, with warm water flowing into my bowels. I felt like I was filling up like a balloon, but otherwise it was OK.

"Alicia, can you hold that for fifteen minutes?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress. I think so."

"All right, but if you have to go, just get on the toilet and we'll try again tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress," I said and she left.

A few minutes later, my sister walked by the bathroom, carrying a gym bag, and she stopped when she saw me.

"Oh, there you are," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Good morning, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I'm having an enema. Mistress Sandra told me to wait fifteen minutes."

"Well then, since you're not going anywhere, that will give me a chance to practice the new bondage technique she just taught me. Put your hands behind your back."

"But Mistress Sandra told me-"

"Alicia, do I have to gag you to keep you quiet?"

So I leaned forward, put my face on the rug, and my hands behind my back. She quickly bound my wrists.

Every time I moved, the water inside me seemed to slosh around. "Mistress Katherine, please let me go to the toilet," I asked.

"I see you DO need to be gagged," she said. Then she reached into her bag, and pulled out a red ball gag.

"No, Mistress!" I wailed. "Please don't!! I-"

She stuffed the gag in my mouth, and buckled it.

I screamed into the gag, but she said, "Don't worry, Alicia, I won't let you spill anything."

The next thing I knew, a butt plug was forcing its way into my ass. Sandra had used plenty of lube for the enema nozzle, and it slid right in.

"There. Now there won't be any mess," she said. Then she tied my ankles together cross-legged, and pulled them up to my wrists in a hogtie.

I didn't even try to struggle. I just wanted to stay still with all this fluid inside me.

"So what do you think of this new technique?" she asked. "Does tying you up cross-legged feel any better than a regular hogtie?"

I didn't care how I was tied up. I just wanted to get to the toilet before I exploded.

"Well, if you can't decide now, I'll give you some time to think it over. I know you like to be hogtied, so have fun!" she said. Then she left me, gagged and plugged.

I just lay there, hoping Sandra would come back soon and let me go. Maybe she would even get mad at Kathy for doing this to me.

But it was Kathy that returned. "Oh hey, I told Sandra I would help you finish up your enema, so she left to go shopping."

I shook my head and wailed into the gag.

"Alicia, you were rude to me, and I think you need an attitude adjustment. So I've decided to take it upon myself to improve your conduct."

My bowels were really starting to hurt, and I felt tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Maybe I'll invite Terry to come back here and see you again. He can pay you a visit when you're all tied up like this!"

I shuddered at the thought of ever seeing that kid again. He didn't just make me suck his cock, he gave me a beating too.

"You know, your abdomen looks all distended," she said. "Should I kick it a couple of times to push it back in?"

Now she was going to kick me, and I think my guts were going to explode. I just started sobbing into the gag.

"These enemas are really good for you," she said. "That way the next time a guy pounds your ass, and then you want to suck his dick clean, it will taste a lot better!"

I screamed for all I was worth, and struggled against the ropes.

"Alicia, do you have something to say?" she asked.

I nodded my head, and she took the gag off.

"Mistress, I'm very sorry I snapped at you. I was upset because you completely humiliated me in front of Arcadia! Now please let me use the toilet!"

"Silly little Alicia," she said, standing over me. "Don't you think Arcadia already knows what a waste of skin you are? What do you care that she knows you're a fag?"

"I'm not a fag! I'm a sissy that dresses up as a girl! Please, I am begging you, let me use the toilet!"

"Oh, so you're just a sissy, and not a fag, is that it? And your little dick gets hard when you see yourself sucking cock!"

Tears were streaming down my face as cramps wracked my body. I was doubled over trying to find any relief from the pain. "Mistress Katherine, I will be happy to discuss this or anything else with you as soon as you let me use the toilet!"

"Don't be such a baby!" she said. She undid the hogtie, untied my legs, and dragged my up onto the toilet. I gasped as she pulled the butt plug came out, landed on the seat, and a torrent of fluid exploded out of me.

I sagged back onto the toilet, my bound arms trapped behind me. "Thank you, Mistress," I said, sniffling.

"If Sandra ever asks you about this, you will say I helped you with your enema, is that clear? Or we will do this again!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, nodding. "I really don't want to do this again!"

"Good, then be a good little girl, and maybe I won't have to help you with your enema any more."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you, Mistress."

The next morning I was relieved to be able to give myself an enema and get through my morning routine without any "help" from my sister. I had dressed in my pink maid's uniform, put on my leg chain and cuffed my hands in front of me, as usual. I was ready to go downstairs and start my chores when my sister appeared in the doorway.

"Alicia, do you need any help with your enema today?" she asked.

"No, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I've already done it."

"Then you don't need another one?" she said, starting to grin at me. "I could help if you'd like."

"No thank you, Mistress," I said. "I really have to get started on my chores now, or Mistress Donna will be mad at me."

"Well, you can take a minute to put this on, can't you?" she asked, holding up a butt plug, with a tube and bulb attached. "It shouldn't be any trouble if you've already lubed yourself."

"But…but-" I started. I really didn't want to be doing housework with that thing inside me all day.

"Tick, tock, Alicia," she said. "You don't want to keep Donna waiting."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine, I know," I said. "But I'm already chained up. I can't put it in."

"Oh, that's all right. I can help you with that," she said. "Bend over!"

I bent over the bed and felt her pull up my skirt, and pull down my panties. I couldn't spread my butt cheeks with my legs chained up, but my butt was lubed and the plug didn't hurt much as she worked it in. I breathed a sigh of relief when my butt closed around it.

"Now let's see if we can make it a little bigger," she said.

I felt the plug grow inside me as she squeezed the bulb over and over.

As it filled me, I said, "Mistress Katherine, I think that's enough!"

"Alicia, are you sure that's enough? Well then, just a couple more."

Two more squeezes of that bulb made me squeal as the plug kept growing. Then she pulled up my panties

"That feels good, now doesn't it, Alicia?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, fighting back tears. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."

"I'm sure you will too, sweetie," she said. "And when you do, I'll get you a bigger one!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, my head bowed, and tears filling my eyes.

"Oh, cheer up, little sissy. You know you have to learn how to take bigger cocks, and this plug will help you, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, sniffling and trying not to cry.

"Then you better get started on your housework," she said. "You don't want Donna to give you a paddling with that plug inside you, now do you?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I croaked.

And that is how I did my chores all day, with that plug shifting inside me with each step I took.

But at least I made it through the day without any beatings. Late that evening, Donna unchained me and let me go up to my room. All I wanted now was to take that plug out, and for this awful day to be over. But my heart nearly stopped when I got to my room and saw Kathy there waiting for me.

"Alicia, would you like to take your plug out now?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine, very much so," I said. But I had hoped I would get to do it without any "help" from her.

"Oh, I'll bet you do," she said, smiling at me. "But I'd like you to wear that plug every day."

I gulped. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "But for how long?"

"Until I tell you otherwise," I said. "You're going to put that plug in and inflate it every morning. Can you manage that yourself, or will you be needing my help?"

"I can manage it by myself, Mistress," I said quickly.

"I thought so, Alicia. But if you really feel you can't handle that plug…if it hurts too much because you're such a sissy, I am willing to offer you an alternative."

"An alternative, Mistress?" I asked. I figured anything had to be better than walking around with this thing inside me all day. Especially when I got my next paddling.

"Yes, I'm going to give you a choice. It's entirely up to you. Join a martial arts class, and you don't have to wear that pumped-up plug any more."

I gasped. "Martial arts? Me??"

"Yes, I talked to Arcadia. She's taking the summer off from her school, but she says you can sign up there any time, and they'll let you try it one night for free. She says you can borrow one of her uniforms; it should fit you pretty well."

"But aren't those schools dangerous? I mean, I don't know anything about fighting. When I helped her practice, she gave me lots of bruises, and she was just a beginner."
"That's how you learn, you idiot!" she said. "If you had bothered to pay attention while she was practicing on you, then you would have learned those moves, you would have learned how to use those techniques!"

"But I was getting clobbered all the time, I was just wondering where my next bruise was going to come from."

"Of course you were. God forbid you took advantage of an opportunity to learn how to defend yourself and develop a useful skill. I mean one that doesn't involve getting naked! What do those pages over your bed say?"

I looked up at the looseleaf pages on the wall, and cringed. "They say I'm a sissy and I like to dress up like a girl, and I'm such a wimp that even girls can beat me up, and I'm a faggot and I like to suck cocks."

"And it's all true, isn't it? Now you have a chance to toughen up and develop some confidence, but you'd rather be a gutless coward that likes to be tied up and helpless while everyone else takes advantage of you. Well this is what happens to wimps like you…they wear fat butt plugs all day!"

Then she left, and I finally got to let the air out of my butt plug. Was this my sister's own peculiar brand of tough love, or was being set up to be maimed or crippled for life by some psychotic martial artists at that school? But I really didn't want to wear that butt plug every day.

CHAPTER 6
SPECIALTY OF THE HOUSE

So the next morning when I went down to breakfast, I told Ron and Kathy I would sign up for the martial arts class. Kathy smiled. Ron said he would make the funeral arrangements. I started thinking maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

But the next class wasn't until Tuesday night, so I still had to wear this plug until then. When I was done with my housekeeping chores, Kathy unchained me and marched me outside into the driveway all the way to the garage.

"Alicia, it's time for you to get some fresh air, and some exercise. This will help you get in better shape."
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. I really didn't like being outside dressed as a maid, and I really didn't want to exercise a lot with this plug inside me, but it was always safer to agree with her.

"Now I'd like you to walk up and down this crack in the pavement all the way to the front gate. Then turn around and come back. But only walk on that line. Place each foot directly in front of the other one. Don't step anywhere but on the line. You're going to stride like a model on a catwalk. And try not to fall down!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "How many times do you want me to do this?"

"Until I tell you to stop, sweetie," she said. "Today you're going to learn how to walk like a model and build up your endurance, all at the same time!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and the butt plug shifted as I took my first step. I grimaced with each step as I swung my hips back and forth to walk the line. By the time I walked all the way down to the front gate, Kathy was gone. Of course I had to keep walking, but at least she wasn't there to make fun of me.

After I had walked up and down the driveway about a dozen times, Arcadia showed up at the front gate.

"Please come in, Mistress Arcadia," I said.

"Alicia, you don't have to call me that when we're alone," she said.

"It's OK, Mistress," I said. "I'm in the habit of calling everyone 'Mistress' and I'm used to it. Besides, you aren't mean like my sister, and I think I'd actually like to be your servant. But I can't stop to talk. She's making me walk up and down this line."

She walked along side me as I winced, taking one exaggerated step after another. "Why are you walking like that? Are you all right?" she asked.

"She's making me learn to walk like a model, and she inflated my butt plug, so it doesn't feel too good."

"Oh, you poor thing," she said. "This is so awful! Why don't you tell Sandra about it?"

"You know Sandra, she's into all this bondage stuff. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. And then Kathy would get mad at me for snitching on her, and I don't even want to think about what she would do to me then.

"What about Ron?"

"That's what Kathy wants. See, Ron would just tell me to stand up for myself if I don't like what she's doing to me. And if I stood up for myself, well that's just the excuse she needs to give me a real beating. But she said I don't have to use this plug any more if I join your martial arts school."

"Oh right, she asked me about that. I'm taking a break so I can lend you a uniform. But are you really going to do that?"

"I think so," I said. "But is that school really rough?"

"Oh, yeah!" she said, and let out a low whistle. "I was the only one there that didn't have a felony conviction!"

My mouth dropped open and I stared in horror.

"And they have enough weapons hanging from the walls to overthrow the country!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. "I don't think this is such a good idea." I said, shaking my head.

But then she burst into laughter. "Alicia, I'm kidding!," she said. "You didn't really think I was serious, did you?"

I started walking the line again. "Well, you know, a lot's happened to me that I never would have believed. So it's not so bad there?"

"I didn't say that," she said. "You should definitely try to get in shape because it is exhausting. Not just the opening warm-up, the running and calisthenics. Wrestling with other kids will really wear you out."

"That's why she has me doing all this walking," I said.

"And there's always some horseplay going on. The instructors usually keep that in hand, but there's usually a few guys who like to try out the new people. Sort of a rite of initiation when you join the school."

"Initiation? What does that involve?"

"It could be anything. Making you fight the entire class, one at a time, or maybe facing multiple attackers at once. It depends on your rank, and experience, so many things. They just want to get an idea of how skilled you are…or aren't. But usually it's not mean-spirited. After all, they don't want to chase away all of their new students."

So I convinced myself that if they treated me like a human being, whatever their initiation involved couldn't be half as bad as anything that Kathy and everyone else had done to me for the past year.

Then Arcadia had to go home, so I continued my model strut until Kathy finally came out to meet me at the garage.

"That's a sexy walk, Alicia," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I mumbled as the butt plug shifted yet again.

"Would you like to come in and have dinner now?" she asked.

"Please Mistress, yes, I'd like that very much."

She took me inside and tied my wrists behind my back. Everyone else had finished eating, and she led me over to bowls of rice and water on the floor. "Bon apetit," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, and struggled to get down on my knees to eat. But first I had to land on my butt, and I screamed as that drove the butt plug into me.

"Hmm…maybe I should have let you get down on your knees before I tied your hands." she said.

"I'm fine, Mistress," I said, holding back tears. "Thank you for letting me eat."

"You're welcome, little sissy," she said, and as she walked away, she added, "But now that you've mastered walking that line, maybe I'll have you do it in high heels next time!"

The next day, I was dreading have to walk outside in high heels, but Donna kept me busy with housework all day and told me I was done with the butt plug for a while. So maybe Kathy had made an idle threat just to scare me. For her, threatening me seems to be almost as much fun as tormenting me. But the day after, Sandra told me she would drop me and Kathy off at the mall for lunch.

"Wear your cheerleader outfit," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, wondering why Kathy would want to have lunch with me. I may be getting paranoid, but a shopping mall sounded like a place to publicly humiliate me in front of lots of people.

I assumed we would be eating at a fast food place, but Kathy took me to a real restaurant, with waiters and tablecloths and everything.

When we walked in, Kathy told the maitre d', "Peterson, party of two."

His eyes lit up. "Oh yes, we've been waiting for you! Rodolfo will be your waiter today."

It was mid-afternoon, and the restaurant was nearly empty, and as he escorted us to our table, I wondered why he was so happy to see us, and then sat across from my sister.

Then our waiter arrived, a young man who smiled at us, and said, "I am Rodolfo, I will be your waiter today."

Then he handed menus to each of us. Kathy barely glanced at her menu and said, "I'll have a cheeseburger, a side order of fries, and a Coke." Then she snatched my menu, which I had barely even seen, away from me and said, "What Alicia wants between her lips is not on the menu!"

I gasped and my mouth fell open as I stared across the table at my sister.

Rodolfo seemed almost as confused as me. He pointed to Kathy and then to me. "But I was told a boy-"

"My brother is transgender. The little sissy likes to dress up as a girl. She will take care of you and your uncle, as agreed. Happy birthday, Rodolfo!"

Rodolfo just stared at me blankly.

"Sweetie," Kathy said. "Would you please be so kind as to tell this nice man your name?"

I could feel myself turning bright red. "Please, Mistress-" I started.

"Alicia, speak!" she snapped.

I turned to the waiter, and looked up at him. "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

Rodolfo's eyebrows went up. He looked absolutely shocked.

"Alicia, if you ask him nicely, I'm sure he will let you do it," she said.

I looked down at the table and mumbled, "Sir, may I-"

"Alicia, where are your manners?" Kathy interrupted. "You know it's very rude to speak to someone without looking at him. Now be a good girl, and look him in the eye."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and looked up at Rodolfo. "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

He pointed at me and said to Kathy. "But he…she is so young!"

"Don't worry about that," she said. "If you let her, this little slut will suck off your entire kitchen staff!"

The waiter was starting to understand, and I was too. Kathy had promised me to the owner of the restaurant (the uncle) and that I would suck his cock, and that I would also do Rodolfo too, as a birthday present.

"Very well then, Miss," Rodolfo said, taking me by the hand. "Come with me."

As I got up to leave, I scowled at my sister, but she just laughed and said, "Have a good time, little sissy!"

Rodolfo led me through the kitchen and into a small, narrow storeroom with boxes stacked up on both sides. He placed a cushion at my feet, and said, "You can kneel on this."

I took care of him very quickly, swallowed everything, and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Oh, thank YOU, Alicia!" he said. "Please wait here while I get my uncle."

Where did he think I was I going to go? This was the price I had to pay for actually being able to eat a meal sitting at a table like a real person.

A minute later, Rodolfo came back with his uncle, a heavyset man in a white apron and chef's hat.

The chef pointed at me and asked Rodolfo, "Her??"

Rodolfo nodded vigorously, and gave his uncle a thumbs-up.

"OK, get back to work," he said, and after Rodolfo left, the chef stood over me and frowned.

I looked up at him and asked, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

I didn't have to ask him twice. He lasted longer than his nephew, and I didn't quite swallow all of it, but he gave me a towel to clean up my face, and sent me back out to my table.

When I got back to the table, Kathy was just starting in on her cheeseburger, and there was a salad waiting for me. I took a couple of gulps of water to get the salty taste out of my mouth.

"Did you have a good time, sweetie?" she asked.

I was not going to make a scene with her here. "Yes, Mistress," I said, and started eating my salad. At least this was one meal I didn't have to eat off the floor like a dog, with my hands tied behind my back.

Then the waiter and the chef came out to our table. Now what? I wondered, hoping they didn't want seconds. How could they when I had just barely finished with them? But the chef placed a plate with what looked like a large sausage on it in front of me.

"The speciality of the house! For you, Miss Alicia, with my compliments!" he said.

"Oh, thank you very much," I said. Now I had real food, not just salad.

After they left, I asked my sister, "What is the speciality of the house here, anyway?"

"Oh, you must have made them very happy!" she said. "That's boiled goat penis!"

I dropped my fork. "Goat penis??" I asked.

"Yes, I've heard it's very good, so dig in!"

"I…I think I'll work on my salad first."

By the time Kathy had finished her meal, I had eaten all of my salad. "Mistress, I'm ready to leave whenever you are."

Kathy looked over at my plate and said, "But you haven't touched your penis!"

"I…I'm kind of full."

"Alicia, it would be rude of you, not only to waste food, but to insult the chef by not eating his speciality! That is a delicacy! Now eat it!"

"But Mistress," I said sadly. "It's goat penis!"

"Alicia, this wouldn't be the first time you've had a penis in your mouth, now would it?"

"No, Mistress," I said, and stared down at my specialty of the house.

"Then I am telling you for the last time! Eat that penis! You know I don't like having to repeat myself!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. That was certainly true. I cut off a tiny bit of the penis and tried it. It wasn't bad. So I cut off another piece, and I had to admit it was pretty good!

"Is it good?" Kathy asked me.

"Yes, Mistress," I said between bites of penis. "It's actually very good."

"I knew you'd like it," she said. "You just love the taste of cock in your mouth, don't you?"

I looked up to see her staring at me, but I knew better than to start an argument with her. "Yes, Mistress," I said, and kept eating the penis.

After lunch, Sandra picked us up. When we got home, she asked me, "Did you like the food there?"

"Yes," I said. "Even the boiled goat penis."

"Boiled goat penis?" she asked.

"It's their speciality," I said. "At first I didn't want to eat it, but Mistress Katherine told me to, and it was really good!"

She looked over at Kathy, who was sputtering and shaking with laughter.

"Kathy, is that what you told her?"

My sister didn't say anything but she just collapsed into a chair, laughing.

Sandra turned to me. "That was a sausage. Their speciality is sausage."

"Oh," I said. "So then I didn't eat a penis?"

Sandra shook her head. "No," she said.

"OK, I guess I feel better then," I said. "Thank you, Mistress Sandra."
So my sister had humiliated me in a nice restaurant, made me suck two cocks, and tricked me into thinking I had eaten a penis. On the whole, that was actually one of the nicest days I had ever spent with her.

CHAPTER 7
MARTIAL ARTS

And then it was Tuesday night, and I was dressed in one of Arcadia's white martial arts uniforms, as well as ankle socks and thin white sneakers. My big hair was tied up in a pony tail, and my penis chastity was tied between my legs in a leather sheath, under my pink panties. It felt good to actually wear pants for the first time in a year, but I was more than a little worried about what might happen to me tonight. I carried a gym bag with a change of clothes, and Sandra dropped me off in front of the school in a shopping center. I looked through the big window and saw lots of teenagers standing, and some sitting on a padded floor in a huge room. I stood out on the sidewalk for a while, but I had to go in there, so I did.

After I stood there for a minute, just looking around, an Asian woman came up to me. Her face was weathered and lined, her dark hair was tied back, and she also wore a white uniform, but her belt was black, and looked worn out to the point of being threadbare.

"Are you Alicia?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"I am Sensei Erina, and this is my school. Discipline and respect are very important in martial arts, so you will address me and all of the other black belts as Sensei."

"Yes, Sensei," I said. Thanks to my sister, I was used to discipline.

"Do you have any experience in martial arts?" I asked.

"No, Sensei, not really. But I helped one of your students practice for a test. A girl named Arcadia, and at least I learned how to take a fall."

"Oh yes, Arcadia. She said she was taking the summer off. It sounds like you may have learned something, but you are still a beginner. We start every class with a good warm-up, calisthenics and then some stretching. So if you're not in shape, you will be soon!"

"Yes, Sensei," she said.

She pointed at a door. "The girls dressing is through there, so drop your shoes and socks off in there."

"Thank you, Sensei," I said, and headed for the dressing room.

There were a couple of teenage girls in there, but I thought it was better not to say anything, so I quickly took off my shoes and socks, and left my bag there.

When I got back to the big room, Erina was calling the class to order. Some two dozen students were lined up in two rows, and she told me to stand in the back row next to the lowest-ranked student.

Then one of the other instructors took over the class, and had us run laps around the entire room. Then we had to run backwards around the room, and then skip around the room, and then skip backwards around the room. By then I was huffing and puffing, and just trying not to trip over myself.

Mercifully, the instructor told us all to sit in a large circle, and I collapsed on the floor, trying to catch my breath. Then we had to do sit ups and push ups, and I'm trying really hard to do one push up while the other kids are going up and down like machines.

"Alicia, you're welcome to join us," the instructor said.

"Yes Sensei, I'm trying," I said, lying there face-down, and tried again to do a push up as the other kids snickered at me.

At last the warm up was over. The other kids were warmed up, and I was exhausted.

"Everyone pair up," the instructor said. "Alicia, you come over here with me."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and followed him to the edge of the big mat.

He was a young man, probably in his early 20's, and like everyone else here, he looked fit and strong. His black belt was shiny and new, not aged like Erina's. "My name is Mark, and I will get you started on the basics, before you start working with the other kids."

"Sensei Mark, I have a question," I said, and paused. "Am I going to get hurt here?"

"Alicia, we all get bruises now and then, but very few injuries," he said. "In fact, you're the most dangerous person in the room."

"Me??" I said. "But I don't know what I'm doing!"

"Exactly. The techniques we teach here can tear tendons and break bones, but the higher-ranks have learned control, and don't slam on those techniques. They know how to pull their punches, so as not to hurt each other. You haven't learned how to do that yet, and that makes you dangerous."

"Oh," I said. "Sensei, I don't want to hurt anyone, I just don't want to get hurt."

"None of us do, so get down on the mat, and we will start on some basic techniques."

He then proceeded to bend my arms and legs in all kinds of directions, causing excruciating pain, but not actually injuring me. He explained that we learn these moves by having them demonstrated on us first, to see how well they work. Maybe he was trying to show off how many different ways they could teach me to hurt people, but there was so much to learn that I didn't remember much of anything.

After an hour and a half of this, the class finally ended. The other kids headed for the dressing rooms, while I tried to find enough energy to scrape myself up off the mat. By the time I got to the dressing room, most of the kids were already gone, and only three girls were left, and they had already changed out of their uniforms.

I slumped into a chair, and just sat there, covered in sweat. I wanted to change into my blouse and skirt, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do it in front of these girls. It would be safer just to wait for them to leave.

Then one of them said, "Alicia, you made it through your first class! Do you know what that means?"

"No," I said. "Is that something special?"
"Yes, that means it's initiation time!" she said, as two of them grabbed me, and helped me out of my chair.

"What's going on?" I asked.

As two of them held me, the other girl untied my belt, and then started untying my pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to struggle against the other girls, but I was so tired and they were too strong for me to get away.

"Alicia, this is initiation. All new students go through this," she said, as she pulled my pants down to my ankles.

"Stop! Let go of me!" I shouted, but she shoved a cloth in my mouth, and then tied some athletic tape around my mouth and head a couple of times.

"Don't worry, the tape comes off easy, especially with how sweaty you are," she said.

I wasn't worried about the tape, I was panicked about what might happen if they saw what was between my legs. Then they bent me over the arm of a chair.

"Alicia, it's time to get some use out of your new white belt!" she said, and pulled down my panties.

I shook my head, and tried to scream into my gag, but only muffled sounds came out. Then I felt a sharp pain in my butt. I moaned and groaned as the girl kept hitting me with my own belt. They took turns and must have hit me a few dozen times, when I felt tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Alicia, you're really a mess!" one of them said.

Then she stuck her hand in my crotch, and that made me squeal. Then she grabbed my legs and tried to pull them apart.

"Look!" she said.

Then more hands pulled at the sheath between my legs, and someone squeezed my balls through the sheath, making me scream.

Then one of the girls turned me over, set me on the floor, and made me look up at them as they stood over me. "Alicia, are you in the right dressing room?" she asked.

I tried to talk, but I couldn't say anything through the gag. Then another girl pulled at my pony tail.

"Look at all this sissy long hair!"

I tried to talk through the gag again, but it all came out as mush.

"Never mind," she said. "We'll get it out of you at next class. Or the boys will. I'm sure they'll want to have some fun with you!"

"Yeah, they're going to have a different kind of initiation for you! Assuming you even survive the class!"

Then the girls turned me over onto my stomach, and used my belt to tie my wrists, and then my ankles, and finally made it into a hogtie.

"Nighty-night, Alicia!" one of them said, and blew a kiss to me. "I can't wait to get my hands on you Thursday night!"

Then they all left me there, tied up on the floor with my own belt.

They weren't bondage experts, and a stiff belt isn't very good for tying people up, so it didn't take me very long to wiggle out of that hogtie. My butt didn't really hurt very much either, but as I dressed in my skirt and blouse, all I could think was that this entire school would know I wasn't really a girl.

I opened the door, and peeked outside, but those girls were gone, and the school was deserted. I hobbled outside, and found Sandra waiting for me in her car.

I dragged myself into the car, and carefully sat down.

"Alicia, how did things go? Have you been crying?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, and sighed.

"Class was that hard? Are you hurt? Do you have some bruises?"

"Well, the class was hard, and I'm sore and stiff and exhausted, but that's not the problem," I said.

"Then what is the problem?"

"After class, when I was getting dressed, some of the girls decided to initiate me. They took my clothes off and started to beat me with my belt, and they saw what I have between my legs."

"Uh oh. What did they do then?"

"They left me tied up on the floor, and told me next class, the boys would be waiting to get at me."

"So what do you want to do?" she asked.

"Mistress Sandra, please don't make me go back to this school!" I said. "Those kids are going to hurt me. The way those guys can fly all over the room, they're trained assassins! Any one of them could kill me!"

"Do you want to try a different school?"

"I don't know. Maybe if I can get in better shape. I'm tired from all the running and I can't even do one push up"

"All right, Alicia," she said. "It sounds like you need some rest."

The next day Arcadia came over and asked me how the martial arts class went. As humiliating as it was, I told her all of the gory details because I needed her opinion. She thought she knew who those three girls were, but wasn't sure, based on my sketchy description of large girls who wanted to beat me up. According to her, there are some guys in the class who would really enjoy beating up a sissy, and in martial arts, that's all part of the learning experience, so they would get away with it. Accidents happen, sometimes people get injured, and when you join that school, you sign a waiver that basically says if you get hurt, it's your own damn fault anyway.

I had thought the training at that school could do me some good, in part because of her. When I first met Arcadia, she was a wild child who enjoyed tormenting me almost as much as Kathy did. But in the past year she had matured a lot, and I thought the discipline of that school must have had something to do with it.

This was the rare occasion where I actually had to make a decision about my life. Normally I am told what to do, and I do it. But this time they left it up to me, and with the likelihood of facing a bunch of guys who were looking forward to beating me up, and were very good at doing it, I dropped out of the school. I convinced myself that if Kathy or Sandra really wanted me to do this, they would find me another school, and make me go there. As usual, I took the path of least resistance.

CHAPTER 8
SELF-BONDAGE

A week later, I had recovered from my one martial arts class, and after I had finished my housekeeping chores, Sandra sat me down in the basement, and said, "Alicia, since you aren't into martial arts any more, we need to find something else for you to do. So it's time you learned about self-bondage."

"Mistress, what is self-bondage?" I asked.

"It's just a way of tying yourself up," she said.

"But I don't understand how I can do that," I said. "It's always someone else that ties me up."

"Yes, and now I'm going to teach you how to do it yourself. A lot of people do this. It can be very exciting!"

I frowned, but didn't say anything. This wasn't sounding good. I'd already had way too much excitement in my life.

"Besides I may have to work late for a while, and I won't be around to tie you up. So either you learn to do this for yourself, or Kathy will be tying you up."

"Mistress Sandra, please teach me about self-bondage!" I said. Anything had to be better than my sister getting her hands on me.

She grinned at me. "I thought you'd see it my way, Alicia. Now lie down on the floor with your ankles together."

I did so, and she handed me a a few feet of white rope, and a pair of handcuffs. "Now tie your ankles together, and then cuff your hands behind your back. And make sure the ropes are snug but not too tight, in case you get stuck this way for hours."

So I bound my ankles, and stuck a finger under the ropes to make sure they weren't too tight.

"Good," she said. "And now the handcuffs."

I sat up and fumbled with the cuffs behind my back, but I managed to snap both cuffs onto my wrists.

"Very good," she said, and placed a small key on the floor on the other side of the room. "Now you have to get the key to unlock those cuffs.

I looked over at the key in the distance, and thought this wouldn't be hard.

Then she said, "Oops, almost forgot! What's bondage without a gag?" Then she used a pink scarf to tie a cleave gag around my mouth. "OK, Alicia, now get to it."

I struggled to slide over to a wall, and haul myself up so I could walk by taking tiny steps across the room to the key. Then I clumsily sat down next to the key. That key is really small, and I had to fumble with it for a while, but I was very happy to feel one of the cuffs pop open.

"Well done, Alicia," she said. "That is one of the simplest forms of self-bondage. Of course we will make it more complicated so it can last longer, and you can have more fun."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. This was a new experience for me, and I could see how it might be exciting to tie myself up, but also that this self-bondage thing could go all kinds of wrong.

After she gave me a break for dinner, she took me downstairs to try again.

"Alicia, let's make it more challenging now," she said.

I tensed up. Challenging usually meant hard, and sometimes impossible.

"This time tie your ankles cross-legged, and then cuff your wrists behind your back."

I did as I was told, and she dropped the key on the floor across the room.

"Mistress Sandra, I can't walk like this, not even baby steps."

"Exactly, so now you have to find another way to get to the key," she said. "And to give you some incentive to go faster, you'll be gagged."

But this time, it wasn't a cleave gag. She pushed a ball gag into my mouth, and buckled it in place.

I tried to push myself along the ground, and with all my exertions, it was getting harder to breathe with this ball in my mouth. "This is hard!" I tried to say.

Sandra seemed to understand me, and said, "I told you it would be more challenging, so get a move on! That gag will get more and more uncomfortable, and you'll start drooling all over yourself soon."

I had to lie on my back, and use my feet and back to inch my way toward the key, shoving myself along until I had to stop and rest.

"Don't stop now, Alicia," she said. "Pretend that Kathy is going to walk through that door any second, and if she finds you like this, she can do anything she wants to you!"

Oh my God, that was a terrifying thought! I immediately started bouncing along the floor as fast as I could to reach the key, and finally freed myself.

"See, I knew you could do it!"

I got the gag out, and tried to work the stiffness out of my mouth. "Yes, Mistress, but it's a lot harder to move like that," I said. I could see how this could get out of hand in a hurry.

"Just imagine if you're hogtied, how exciting that would be!"

I looked up at her, and wondered if I could really hogtie myself, and then get out of it. Or what would happen to me if I couldn't get out. What would happen if Kathy found me like this?

"Earth to Alicia," Sandra said. "Are you still in there? It looked like you were a million miles away."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I was just thinking about something."

"I'll bet you were," she said. "Self-bondage has a lot of possibilities and we're going to explore them together!"

I got up to my knees to face her. "Mistress Sandra, may I please ask you a question about this?"

"Certainly, Alicia," she said. "That's what I'm here for."

"Have you ever tied yourself up like this?"

"Of course!" she said. "How do you think I learned what we can and can't do?"

"I just figured that someone like Amanda must have taught you, like you're teaching me."

"Well yes, I had other people teach me these techniques, but I kept practicing self-bondage because it's exciting! I expect you'll figure that out soon enough."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. At least I hoped so.

"Wait here," she said. "I'll be right back."

As she left, I wondered where this was going to lead. But I didn't have long to wonder because she wasn't gone very long.

"Alicia, tie your ankles together again, then lock the handcuffs on behind your back, and lie on your stomach."

After I did so, she inspected the ropes on my ankles, and then tied a cloth through my mouth to gag me again. "Now look at this," she said, holding up an ice cube.

One end of a long string was embedded in the cube, and I also saw a glint of metal inside it.

"Do you understand, Alicia?" she asked me, as she sat next to me. "I have frozen another handcuff key inside this ice cube, and now I'm going to hang it from the ceiling. You won't be able to reach it, so you have to wait for it to melt to get the key."

I looked way up at the ice cube. "How long, Mistress?" I asked.

"A cube this size should take about an hour to melt, so make yourself comfortable. You can slide over to it if you want, but you'll still have to wait under it for the ice to melt."

Wow, I was going to be here for an hour like this, and there was no way to get the key until that ice cube melted. "Yes, Mistress," I said through the gag. But if she didn't add any more complications for me, I could do this. Since I had plenty of time, I tried to see if I could make my way along the floor on my stomach. But as I started grinding along the floor, I felt my penis start to harden! I stopped immediately.

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

"No, Mistress," I said. "I…I'm just resting for a minute."

"Oh OK, you're just resting. As long you're all right, I'll give you some privacy then. After you get free, come see me upstairs," she said, and got up and left.

"Goodbye, Mistress," I mumbled into the gag, and I could feel myself blushing. I was having an erection, tied up and gagged in my basement dungeon. At least I would have if it wasn't for that damn penis chastity. Now I knew for sure that Sandra and Amanda were right about me. I liked being tied up and helpless. As long as I was safe, being all tied up was exciting. Then I wondered if Sandra could have noticed. After all, I had barely started grinding along the floor, and it happened underneath me. Who am I kidding? Of course she noticed. She must have expected it, and was waiting for it to happen. I just lay there on the floor, thinking Sandra knew me better than I knew myself, and wondering what else she had in store for me.

I watched the ice cube dripping from time to time, and eventually the key fell to the floor. I worked my way over to it, and manged to pick it up. But then I had an odd thought…what if I didn't free myself right away? The ropes and gag weren't too tight, and lying here on the floor was a lot more comfortable than having to do housekeeping chores or being subjected to whatever humiliation Kathy might think up.

But after about fifteen or twenty minutes, I got bored, and unlocked the cuffs. I went upstairs to see Sandra.

"Alicia, that took longer than I expected," she said. "Did you have any trouble?"

'Well, not really. Um…that key is really small, and it took a while to get hold of it and get it into the keyhole, but I got out of it."

"I see," she said. "I'm sure you'll get better at it with more experience."

The next day, Sandra gave me another chance to work on getting free. She had me wear a frilly pink dress and pink tights, and took me down to the basement again. Once again the key was suspended in an ice cube, my wrists were cuffed behind me, and my ankles bound cross-legged.

"This is the same setup as yesterday," she said. "I don't want to make if more difficult for you until you have this mastered."

That was nice of her, I thought. "Thank you, Mistress Sandra," I said through my cleave gag.

She left, and I managed to slide over toward the ice cube, where I could be ready when the key fell out of it. Eventually the key landed about a foot away from me. I just looked at it. I was confident now that I could get myself out of this any time I wanted, so I thought I would just relax enjoy some peace and quiet for a while.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming downstairs. So I figured the party was over, and Sandra was back to check on my progress. Then I turned to look up, and saw a boy with blond hair standing over me. Not just any boy, but Terry. Jennifer's friend who had given me an awful beating, made me suck his cock, pissed in my mouth, and then punched me out.

How did he get in here?? And now I was all alone down here with him.

"Well, well, look what we got here," he said. Then he kicked the handcuff key across the room.

I watched in horror as the key to my freedom went sliding away from me.

"You didn't need that, did you?" he asked.

A shiver went down my spine. I tried to talk, but I was so scared that only little squeal sounds came out.

"Look at pretty little Alicia, with all her big hair," he said. "Don't you look cute in your little pink outfit?"

I tried to shrink away from him, to slide away along the floor.

"Where are you going, faggot?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in so long. Did you miss me?"

I shook my head and tried to back away.

"You tied yourself up down here, didn't you?" he asked. "You are one sick, twisted pervert, aren't you?"

"Get away from me!" I shouted into the gag.

But he grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me upright, making me kneel in front of him. "You still like to suck cocks, don't you?"

I tried to shake free, and yell into the gag, but he just squeezed my mouth shut.

"That was a 'yes,' wasn't it?" he asked.

I tried to shake my head, despite his grip.

"Or maybe I got it wrong. Maybe you were trying to say you wanted me to beat the hell out of you again, and then you would suck my cock? Was that it?"

Now I really tried to shake my head.

"Well, which is it?" he asked. "Was I right the first time, that you wanted to suck my cock without the beating?"

Clearly that was the lesser of two evils, so I reluctantly nodded my head.

"I figured that. You're such a pussy that you don't want another beating, do you? Besides, you sissies really like to suck cock, anyway."

He let me go long enough to unzip his pants, and then pulled the gag out of my mouth.

"Terry, I'll do it!" I said. "But how did you-"

"Shut up and start sucking my cock unless you want me to bust up your pretty face again!"

So I did it, and it didn't take long with him grabbing my hair and slamming himself into my mouth over and over. He spurted a few times, and I swallowed all of it.

Then as he stood over me, zipping his pants up, I asked him, "Will you let me go now?"

"That's up to you, faggot!" he said. "You got yourself into this tie-up game, you can get yourself out of it. I hope I didn't mess up your hair too much. But that's better than getting your face messed up, isn't it?"

Then he turned away, and walked out. I watched until he disappeared up the stairs, and then let out a deep, shuddering breath. As soon as I gathered myself, I slid all the way across the room as fast as I could. I got the key, and even with my hands shaking, I unlocked the cuffs and got free. I didn't even stop to wash the cum taste out of my mouth, I just ran upstairs to find Sandra on the living room couch.

"Mistress Sandra, Terry was here in the basement with me!" I said.

"Yes Alicia, I know," she said. "Sit down."

I sat next to her, waiting for an explanation.

"Alicia, don't ever lie to me," she said.

"What do you mean, Mistress?" I asked.

She gave me this look of disappointment. Like I had let her down. After all the grief she had put me through for the past year, and now I felt like I had let her down.

"What do you think I mean?" she asked. "Do I have to say it?"

Now I was starting to think I was in deep shit. Sandra was the only person who might protect me from Kathy's worst inclinations, and I did not want her upset with me. "Is this about me not getting out of the handcuffs yesterday?" I asked.

"I have a good idea of how long it takes to unlock a pair of handcuffs, and get out of bondage. Yesterday, you took far too long to free yourself, and then made a ridiculous excuse about it. I gave you a free pass on that one. But I invited Terry over today, in case you did it again. And you did. When you didn't free yourself on time, I sent Terry downstairs to pay you a visit. Now I told him not to hurt you if you gave him a blow job. And fortunately for you, it appears that you did what he wanted, and saved yourself a beating. So do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I…I'm sorry, Mistress Sandra. I didn't know it was important to get out of it so quickly, and I promise I will never lie to you again. I really mean that. You already know everything about me. I don't have anything to hide from you."

"Very well, Alicia, I hope the lesson is learned. Because self-bondage is supposed to be exciting. There should be an element of danger, the chance that someone will discover you when you're helpless. So from now on, your self-bondage sessions will involve more risk. Next time, Terry may be allowed to do whatever he wants to you. Or maybe someone else will find you. But something bad WILL happen to you. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Perfectly clear," I said. "And I really am sorry."

The following afternoon, Sandra had me gag myself with a scarf and then tie myself in a loose hogtie with my wrists cuffed. So I could roll around a little, and I wasn't uncomfortable as I lay there on the floor waiting for the ice cube to melt. But as soon as that key fell to the floor, I was going to get out of this, and show her that I had learned my lesson. But then Kathy walked in.

"Don't you look cute?" she said. "You really like sliding around on the floor, don't you? I could take that penis chastity off, and then it would be even more fun, wouldn't it?"

I looked up hopefully. Would she really do that?
But then she laughed. "Of course I won't! That's what you get for being a bad little girl!"

Then the key fell to the floor, and bounced a couple of times.

"There you go!" she said. "But let's make this a little more challenging." Then she tousled my hair, and pulled it all down over my face.

"Mistress Katherine," I said through the gag. "My hair is all in my eyes."

"Oh, what's the matter,sweetie? You don't like your hair being in your eyes? Here, I have just the thing, this will pull your hair back."

I felt some elastic being pulled around my head as she drew my hair back off my face. For a moment I could see clearly again, but then she slid something down over my eyes, and everything went dark. It was a blindfold!

"Mistress Katherine, I can't see!" I cried out.

"But you remember where the key dropped, don't you? You just saw it on the floor, so how hard can it be to find it?"
"Please, this isn't fair!" I protested.

Then she grabbed my legs, and dragged me along the floor away from where they key had fallen. "Now you just need to work a little harder."

"Mistress Katherine, please don't do this to me," I begged.

"Alicia, if I were you I would get moving. But you can stay down here as long as you want. I don't care if you miss dinner and go to bed hungry tonight."

Then she pulled the gag out of my mouth. But as I tried to speak, she shoved a ball in. And it was a big one, that she buckled around my head.

"Alicia, that jawbreaker can't feel good," she said. "Maybe that will give you some incentive to find that key and get out of this."

As the ball stretched my mouth, I moaned into the gag, and then I heard her footsteps as she left me there.

I tried to roll over on my side, and then roll in the direction of the key, but it was exhausting, and I was blind. I tried to feel along the floor with my fingers, but I couldn't find the key. Finally, I just gave up, and lay there on my side, with my jaw aching, and started crying.

Hours must have passed, and eventually Sandra found me.

"Alicia, things didn't go so well tonight?" she asked.

I just wanted to get her to let me go, to get this ball out of my mouth, but I couldn't even try to talk.

But she must have understood me, because she unbuckled the gag, and let me lie there.

As I tried to open and close my mouth a few times to get my jaw to work again, she asked me, "Where did you get the blindfold?"

"Mistress Katherine helped me with that," I said. "That's why I couldn't find the key."

"Yes, I can see where that would be a problem. That's advanced training, and you aren't ready for that yet."

"Mistress Sandra, will you please untie me?" I begged.

Finally she took the blindfold off, and I could see again. I blinked my eyes against the light.

"Better now, Alicia?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Then you can find the key on your own?" she asked, and pointed.

It was about five feet away, and as tired as I was, she was going to make me do this on my own. "Yes, Mistress," I said, and let out a sigh. "Thank you, Mistress Sandra."

"You're welcome. After you get free, come up to bed," she said, and left.

It took me another half hour to get to the key, and finally untie myself. Self-bondage wasn't as much fun as I had thought. I went up to my bedroom, completely exhausted. Sandra tied me to the bed, and I went to sleep hungry that night.

CHAPTER 9
BIRTHDAY GIRL

It was the day before my 14^th birthday, and Sandra decided to surprise me by taking me to the hairdresser. My feathered hair was so long that I thought I would be getting a shorter hairstyle. I dreaded that I would get some ridiculous mass of curls, or something even sillier. It would be just like her to give me a hairdo fit for a 9-year old girl.

My visits to the salon are always by appointment only, because Jennifer likes to tie my hands behind my back when she works on me, the better to humiliate me. So there I was in my cute little pink dress, lying back with my head in a sink for what seemed like forever.

Eventually Jennifer stood over me and said, "I think the dye job came out real well," she said.

I rose up in alarm. "Dye job? What dye job? What have you done to me?"

"Relax, sweetie," she said soothingly. "You're going to be blonde for your birthday!"

She rinsed my hair, wrapped a towel around my head, and led me to a chair, where she brushed and combed my hair out. Finally she sat me under a hair dryer, and all I could hear was the hum of the dryer while Sandra and Jennifer chatted back and forth.

But if that was all that happened to me on my birthday, I would be relieved. I really didn't want to be a blonde, but maybe I would get rid of that silly feathered look. Besides, it was nothing compared to my last birthday, where Sandra took me to a party, where I was stripped, beaten, and forced to suck all of her friends' cocks. And they made a video of everything, which I had to watch later.

So things could have been a lot worse. When I got home and looked at myself in a full-length mirror, I had long straight blonde hair, parted in the middle and hanging down to my fake breasts. I looked like a normal girl, which for me is a win. Things didn't go horribly wrong until the following day.

It was my birthday, and after I had shaved everywhere, Sandra had me dress in my pink satin maid's uniform, complete with apron, and sat me down in the bathroom.

"Now let's see how high we can make your hair," she said.

I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as she teased up my hair. Deftly using various combs and a can of hairspray, she piled my hair higher and higher. She must have used up half a can of hairspray, but by the time she was finished, my hair had so much volume that I was almost a head taller.

"Now don't you look hot?" she asked.

"Um," was all I could say. I looked like a reject from a 1980's girl band.

"You look sexy with your new hair," she said. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, of course, Mistress Sandra, I was just surprised by how big it is." I had learned long ago not to disagree with her.

"That's the beauty of having such long hair. We can get creative with it."

"Yes, this is very creative," I agreed.

"Now hurry up and go downstairs," she said. "We are going on a road trip. You will be on your best behavior, and you will address everyone as Sir or Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, but a road trip?" I asked. "Where are we going?"

She pointed at the door. "Go!" she explained.

When we got downstairs, she said, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

I did so, and she slipped leather cuffs onto my wrists. As she tied them together, I had a sinking feeling. She usually ties me up with ropes. The leather cuffs are much more comfortable, so they are only used when I will be bound for a long time.

"Mistress, may I ask-" I started,

She interrupted me. "Alicia, do you need to be gagged?"

"No, Mistress, I'll be quiet," I said, hoping she might have pity on me and at least tell me something.

But all she said was, "Good girl, now go out to the van. I'm borrowing Donna's van for the trip."

I slowly walked out to the van, where Kathy was waiting. The rear door was already open, and I didn't want to get in.

"Don't you look fine with your new hairdo?" she teased me.

Now I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't want to give her any excuse to be mad at me. As if she ever needed an excuse. So I said, "Thank you, Mistress Katherine."

Fortunately, Sandra showed up before my sister could start in on me. She picked me up, carried me in her arms like a baby, and placed me on the carpeted floor in the back of the van. Then she climbed in after me, and used another length of rope to bind my ankles. Another rope tied my ankles to my wrists, and then finally to a ring set in the floor.

"Now be quiet for the entire ride. If I have to stop and come back here, I can make those ropes a lot tighter, and I have a gag that will be very unpleasant for you."

The expression on her face was so stern that I was afraid even to talk. So I just nodded my head.

She stared down at me and asked, "Do you understand me, Alicia?"

Now I was really starting to get scared. Where was she taking me? "Y-yes, Mistress Sandra," I said.

"Good," she said. "Then just lie there, enjoy the ride, and don't muss your hair!"

She slammed the door shut, and I just lay there on my belly. The ropes allowed me to move enough to roll onto my side, but I was still tied to the floor, and there was no way I was getting out of this. There were three packages in the back of the van: two large shopping bags, and me. Even when I rolled onto my side, I couldn't see anything but blue sky. Then the engine started up, and we were off.

We must have driven for hours without stopping, and finally we pulled in somewhere and parked.

"We're here!" Kathy called out to me in a cheery voice.

I was so tired and bored out of my mind from being tied up for so long, but I had a nagging feeling that wherever we were, I probably didn't want to be here.

"Where is 'here', Mistress Katherine?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see!" she said.

She was happy, which meant that either I was in some trouble, or I was in LOTS of trouble. But all I could do was lie there and hope they untied me to face whatever was to come.

The rear door opened, and Sandra undid the hogtie, and untied my ankles. I groaned from the pain in my ankles, and she rubbed them.

"You'll feel better in a minute," she said.

But Kathy giggled. "Maybe not for long, though!"

Now what did that mean? I wondered.

Sandra helped me out of the van. She got me up on my feet, but didn't untie my wrists. I looked around, and we were in someone's driveway. This place looked familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Time to meet an old friend, Alicia," Kathy said. "And your hair survived the trip very nicely!"

A boy's voice yelled out, "Kathy, is that you?"

"Hi, Danny!" she called back, and waved "We're down here!"

"Welcome back to Santa Cruz!" he said.

"Danny? Santa Cruz?" I asked, the panic rising in my voice. "We're back home? Was that my friend Danny?"

Sure enough, he came running out of the house, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. "Kathy, it's good to see you again," he said. And then he looked at me.

I wanted to die right there. I wished a hole in the pavement would open up and swallow me. I could feel my face turning bright red.

"Oh. My. God!" he said, staring up and down at me.

There I was, wearing a white apron over my shiny pink maid's uniform, with my blonde hairdo piled halfway to the sky. I couldn't even look at him. I stared down at my pretty shoes.

"Kathy, I only half-believed you when you told me about Al."

"She prefers to be called Alicia now," she said. Then she turned to me and asked, "Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Kathy, please-" I begged.

Suddenly she took my chin in her hand, and twisted my face around and up to her. "Alicia, is that how you address me?"

I just wanted to start crying. My hands were tied behind my back, I was helpless, and my humiliation was only getting worse. "I'm sorry, Mistress Katherine," I said. "It won't happen again."

"It better not, if you know what's good for you," she snarled.

Then Sandra handed her a collar, with a leash attached. I watched as my sister wrapped it around my neck, and the lock snapped into place.

"This is my sister-in-law, Sandra," Kathy told Danny. "She married Ron earlier this year."

"Oh…" Danny said, finally taking his eyes off me. "I didn't know Ron got married. It's nice to meet you,Sandra."

I was so glad they were talking about something besides me.

"Yes, we all live together now," Sandra said. "That way I can make sure Alicia behaves like a good little girl."

"Oh, wow!" Danny said. "Well, I can see we have a lot of catching up to do. Why don't we all go inside?"

Danny opened the door for us, and Kathy marched me inside, followed by Sandra carrying a couple of bags. Then he led us down to their finished basement. I had never been in here, and was surprised to see a pool table and a bar. "We can have a lot of fun down here," he said, "My parents are gone for the day."

Kathy leaned over and pulled me close to her. "And YOU"RE going to have a lot of fun here too, Alicia, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled.

"Mistress Katherine?" Danny said, chuckling. "You got him well trained, don't you?"

"Her," Kathy corrected. "We have HER well trained, and you ain't seen nothing yet!"

My sister's words made me shudder. I was dressed in a maid's uniform, I was tied up and helpless a long way from home, and now a kid I thought was my friend was going to have some fun with me. Maybe if I could talk to Danny alone, I could straighten this out.

"So how did all this happen?" Danny asked, settling into a chair. Then he pointed at me. "I mean, with…her?"

Kathy and Sandra sat on a sofa across from him. "Alicia, kneel!" she ordered me, pointing at the floor in front of her.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I croaked. With my hands bound behind me, I backed over to the sofa, slid down onto my butt, rocked forward to get my knees under me, and knelt at her feet.

Then Kathy jerked on my leash, and made me look up at my erstwhile friend. I wondered how this could possibly be any more embarrassing.

Kathy spoke up. "You never knew she was a fag, did you?" she asked him.

That was how. I winced and cringed.

"No, I would never have guessed," Danny said.

"She's always wanted to be a girl," Kathy said. "She went to high school all year as a girl!"

"All year as a girl? Really? And no one found out?"

"No, she's so sissified that no one could tell. Not the teachers or the students! Well, at least until the prom, anyway."

"Wait, she went to the prom? Did she go with a boy or a girl?"

"A boy, of course! The guy she had been dating took her to the prom. But he found out what she really was." Then Kathy spoke down to me. "Alicia, he gave you a good beating then, didn't he?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I muttered. I really didn't want to dwell on that night.

"Hold on, this guy was her boyfriend and thought she was a real girl?"

"Well, as you can see, she's a very pretty little thing," Kathy said.

"But…but he never got past first base with her?"

"Oh, sure!" Kathy said. "Alicia loves to suck cock! And when a guy is getting blow jobs from his girlfriend…well, that can keep him happy."

Now Danny's grin had spread from ear to ear. "Is that right, Alicia? You like to give blow jobs?"

I couldn't keep silent any longer. "Danny-" I started to say when a sharp tug on my collar jerked my head back.

"Alicia, is that how you address a gentleman?" Kathy asked me.

Oh, for God's sake. Danny is a gentleman now? But I had to look up at him, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. What I meant to say is-"

"Shut up!" Kathy snapped at me.

The next thing I knew, Sandra was holding up a penis gag to my mouth.

"What the heck is that?" Danny asked.

"This is a penis gag," Sandra said. "It keeps her quiet, and at the same time, she can enjoy sucking on a cock whenever she wants."

"Of course she's much rather suck on a real cock," Kathy said. "Maybe you could help her out with that?"

Danny didn't say anything, but the look on his face said plenty. Then I stared in horror at a bulge in his shorts. But he was my friend! He wouldn't make me do that, would he?

As I shuddered at the thought of having to suck my friend's cock, Kathy said, "I know this is a lot to take in. That's why I brought this along." Then she held up her laptop computer. "This is a DVD of his last birthday party."

I gasped. Oh no! My birthday party when I was dressed like a slut, tied up and beaten. And then Sandra's friends made me suck their cocks! That was the last thing I every wanted Danny to see.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Oh, saved by the bell, I thought.

"Looks like company is here!" Danny said.

Kathy pulled the penis gag out of my mouth, and let it dangle around my neck. "This will show you off in all your glory!" she said.

I found my voice. "Company?" I asked. "What company?"

He got up and said, "I invited a bunch of friends over today. Look behind you."

I struggled to turn around to see Sandra taping a sign to the wall that said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA"

"When Kathy called about coming up here, we got together a surprise party for you. And will they ever be surprised to see you!"

He left to let the other boys in, and I knelt on the floor, desperately trying to think of a way out of this. My friends were about to find me on my knees, dressed up like a maid with a big blonde hairdo, and a collar and a penis gag around my neck. And with my hands tied behind my back, they could do whatever they wanted to me. Would they just make me suck their cocks, or would they start beating me up? And if they did, would Sandra and Kathy even try to stop them? Or would they just sit there and laugh as the boys took turns hitting the little sissy faggot?

Soon I heard what sounded like a stampede of elephants coming down the stairs. Danny must have told the others about me, and they were in a rush to get down here and take a look at me.

Danny and five more boys came running into the basement, and crowded around, eager to get a good look at me. I looked from one face to another, and recognized all of them. Kids I had grown up with, and now they were looking at me as though I had two heads.

No one spoke for a while, and it must have been like seeing a strange animal in a zoo for the first time. But I heard them whispering back and forth.

"Is that a wig, or is it really his hair?"

"Did you know he was a fag?"

"No, I didn't know, did you know?"

Finally, Kathy cleared her throat. "OK boys, this little sissy is my sister Alicia, and I have trained her to do whatever I want."
All of the kids were giving her their full attention now. They all knew her, and they didn't like her much more than I did. She didn't like them either, but they would serve a useful purpose for her: to humiliate me.

"She likes to dress up like a girl, and once we found out how submissive she is, we started tying her up too. It wasn't long before we figured out that Alicia is quite the little slut! She loves to suck cock, and what she loves most of all is being tied up and helpless while a guy shoves his dick in her mouth! And that's why we brought her here to this party."

There was silence and then a couple of gasps, and I finally looked up to see one shocked face after another.

"Is…is all this for real?" one kid asked.

"Sweetie, tell them your name," Kathy said. When I hesitated, she jerked on the leash and said, "NOW!"

So now I had to recite my catechism for them. I swallowed, and said, "My name is Alicia. I'm a sweet little sissy, and I want to look pretty so the boys will like me."

I just shuddered and looked down, waiting for the reaction. Then the laughter erupted, and I could feel my entire face turning red, and my ears burning.

"And just in case you might need some more convincing, I brought this video of Alicia's last birthday party," Kathy said.

She pressed a button on her laptop computer, and all the kids gathered around to watch. I couldn't see it, but I didn't want to, anyway. I could hear it well enough, and I knew what was happening. They were watching me being slapped around, stripped naked, beaten and whipped, and then sucking one cock after another.

"Alicia had the time of her life. Whenever she sucks a guy's cock, she feels like his penis belongs in her mouth! That is one night she will never forget!"

The last part of that was right, anyway.

"Kathy, bring her out in the middle of the room," Sandra said.

I had forgotten about Sandra, and when I turned to look, she had set up a video camera on a tripod.

"Mistress Sandra, are you going to make a video of this?" I asked, my eyes wide with fright.

"Of course, sweetie," she said. "You'll want to savor these memories."

I didn't think so, but then Danny stepped forward and asked, "So how does this work? Can she really suck all of us?"

"Sure, a sissy never says no to cock, no matter how many there are," Kathy said. "Isn't that right, Alicia?"

I groaned. "Yes, Mistress Katherine."

Then Danny stood over me. "Well then, Alicia, it's time you and I got re-acquainted, isn't it?"

A ripple of nervous laughter went around the room as I tentatively looked up at him, and the bulge in his shorts.

"Hey, is she wearing lip gloss?" he asked, taking a closer look at me.

"Why yes," Kathy said. "She knows boys don't want to be sucked by a plain Jane pair of lips."

"Well that's very thoughtful of you, Alicia," Danny said, pulling down his shorts, and then his underwear. His penis sprang to life, pointing at my face.

Kathy grabbed a handful of hair and shoved me forward toward the one-eyed monster. "You know what to do, sweetie," she said. "Now give your friend what he wants!"

Of all the horrible things that had been done to me in the past year, of all the disgusting things I had been forced to do, this was the most humiliating of all. I stared in horror at his penis. God knows I had sucked bigger cocks than this one, but this was different. Danny had been a friend; we were equals. And now he was shoving his cock in my face and expecting me to suck it.

"Come on, Alicia," he said, taunting me. "Don't be shy! You weren't shy in that video, were you?"

I looked him in the eye, hoping to see some compassion or sympathy, but his eyes were full of laughter.

"What are you waiting for, you little slut? he asked me, waving his dick in my face. "You know you want it! Now suck my cock!"

So I did what I had to do. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and flicked my tongue along its underside. My sister had a handful of my hair, and shoved my head back and forth. Danny's cock swelled in my mouth, and in seconds I felt the first of several blasts of cum spurting inside me, the salty taste filling my mouth.

He pulled out, and stood over me. I just looked down, and hoped I had gotten all of his cum. The last thing I wanted was to have some smeared all over my face.

Danny caught his breath and said, "Alicia, you're good at this! If you move back here, we can be friends again!"

Then he burst into laughter, and most of the other kids laughed at me too. I just knelt back on my haunches and wished this nightmare was over. If I got upset, or showed any emotion, they might hurt me. I mean they could cause some physical pain, not just emotional pain.

"So who wants to be next?" Kathy asked.

Another one of my 'friends' stepped up, and unzipped his pants. At least he didn't say anything or start taunting me. He just wanted his first blow job, and I gave it to him. One by one, they all stood over me, and stuck their cocks in my face. I managed to swallow everything, except when the last kid pulled out, and some goo landed on my chest. As I looked down, wondering what I could do, Kathy scooped it up with her index finger, and held it up to my lips.

"Eat it, faggot!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and did as I was told.

"Can you get the other one by yourself?" she asked.

I looked up in confusion, and she pointed at the floor. I looked down to see a gooey white rope on the floor in front of me.

"Alicia, that mess isn't going to clean itself up!" she said.

I tried to bend forward, but I couldn't do it with my hands bound behind me.

"Let me help you," she said. Then she grabbed a handful of hair, and shoved me forward until my face was over the cum.

I started licking the floor, and the kids started laughing.

"Look at that!" one kid shouted. "The sissy's going to lick it all up!"

And with Kathy guiding my head, that's exactly what I did.

"Hey, Alicia," Danny said. "You ought to move back here. You can live here with me. We can use a maid, and you can suck my cock whenever you want!"

I just cringed and stared down at the apron in my lap.

"I'm serious, Alicia," he said. "You can be my little bitch!"

Then all of the kids roared with laughter.

"Nice try," Kathy said. "But she belongs to us. She's MY bitch, and that's the way it's going to stay."

"OK but it was worth a try. She sure is good at sucking cocks!"

"What did you expect? Everyone knows that fags are the best cocksuckers!" she said, and jerked my head up. "Isn't that right, Alicia?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said reflexively. I would agree to anything to get out of here.

Then the doorbell rang.

"It's about time," Danny said. "I was starting to wonder if they were going to show up."

"Who?" Kathy asked.

"The girls," he said, heading for the stairs.

CHAPTER 10
THE GIRLS OF SANTA CRUZ

Danny returned with five girls following him. I recognized three of them from school, but I didn't know the other two. All five were laughing at me. Some were just giggling, others were pointing at me, and one girl was blushing.

"Is that really a boy?" one of them asked.

"Kathy, is that your brother under all that hair?" another one asked.

"Hi girls, it's good to see you again," Kathy said. "Didn't Danny tell you about Alicia?"

"He did," she said. "But I guess seeing is believing!"

"Danny, why don't you and the other boys go upstairs while I fill the girls in about the little sissy?"

"Yeah, good idea," Danny said. "Let's go, guys."

"Kathy, why don't you show the girls the video while I get Alicia cleaned up?" Sandra said.

As the boys filed out, Sandra pulled me up to my feet.

"Why is he…she dressed as a maid?" a girl asked

. "What's that around her neck? And why is she tied up?"

"Because she likes being tied up," Kathy said as Sandra led me away.

Sandra took me into the bathroom, and used a washcloth to wipe my face. "So, are you enjoying your birthday so far, little one?" she asked me.

For a moment, I thought she must have lost her mind. Even with her twisted sense of humor, she couldn't think I was having a good time. So I told her the truth.

"No, Mistress Sandra," I said.

"And why not?" she asked, applying some gloss to my lips.

"I grew up with those kids…they were my friends…and you heard what they called me…and now they think I'm a slut…a bitch…a cock sucking faggot!"

"Well, you don't have to come back here next year if you don't want to. You'll never have to see those kids again," she said. "Feel better now?"

"Not really," I mumbled.

Then she grabbed my leash and marched me back to Kathy and the other girls. They were all crowded around Kathy's laptop, and it looked like they were watching the end of last year's birthday video. Then they saw me, and the questions started.

Kathy pushed me back down to my knees.

"Alicia, you're just full of surprises," one girl said.

"Do you really like being tied up?" another asked.

"Who does your hair? How long have you been a blonde?"

"What's that thing around your neck? It looks like a penis!"

"Yeah, and when did you first know you were a fag?"

"Do you work as a maid, or is that just a costume?"

I finally had enough. "Yes, I'm a sissy and a faggot. I'm such a pathetic loser that I'm not even good enough to be a decent maid. In fact the only thing I'm good at is sucking cocks. I love my penis gag because I can suck cock whenever I want, even when I'm tied up. I had my hair done like this so I would look as sissified as possible. I love being tied up and helpless so that everyone can make me do whatever they want. Does that answer all of your questions?"

Everyone was silent until Kathy said, "Alicia, you need to learn some manners!"

I didn't care. I just ignored her and knelt there. At least the girls didn't have cocks they could shove in my face.

Then Kathy said, "Girls, Alicia has a birthday tradition. Every year she gets one whack on her bottom for each year."

"So she gets spanked fourteen times?" a girl asked.

"Not spanked, paddled," she said. Then Sandra handed Kathy a studded paddle wrapped in leather. There seemed to be no end of the nasty things Sandra had brought along. "She gets paddled fourteen times with this. Who wants to go first?"

Her eyes went wide. "All of us get to hit her fourteen times? With that??"

"All of you, and then me," Kathy said, smiling broadly. "I go last, after all of you have softened her up. That should teach her to have a smart mouth."

I looked up at that horrible paddle, and did the math. They were going to hit me eighty-four times! And Kathy would hit me last, after all the other girls had beaten me.

Two girls bent me over a chair, and held me down. They pulled my skirt up, and my panties were yanked down to my ankles. Sandra said she was ready to start the video camera, and then Kathy said, "Wait!"

I just stared into Sandra's camera, and wondered if I had gotten a reprieve. Maybe my sister would show me some mercy.

Then Kathy said, "Shouldn't we invite the boys back here to watch? I'm sure they'd like to see the little sissy getting beat up!"

Oh no! Count on my sister to find a way to make things worse. One of the girls ran off, and now I had to wait, bent over with my bare ass up in the air.

Hmm," Kathy said. "I doubt this will keep you quiet, but at least it might muffle some of your screams. And you can bite down on it while we're beating your ass!" Then she shoved the penis gag in my mouth and buckled it in place.

I heard the boys coming downstairs long before I saw any of them, and I knew it wouldn't be long before the girls started beating me.

"What's going on?" Danny asked.

"Alicia's getting fourteen whacks from each of the girls," Kathy said. "I thought you might want to watch the little sissy get a good beating."

"Oh sure," he said, and then added, "Hey, what's that thing between her legs?"

"That thing?" Kathy chuckled. "Her little penis? We keep it locked up in a metal tube and tied between her legs so she can't get into any trouble."
"How does she go to the bathroom then?"

"Sitting down," she said. "Like a girl, of course. How else would a sissy go?"

Then Danny must have run out of questions, so they all turned their attention to me.

"You're up," Kathy said.

A second later I heard a whooshing sound, followed by a smack that stung both of my butt cheeks.

"Alicia, count" Kathy said.

"One!" I struggled to say through my gag.

Then another whack stung my butt. I was determined not to scream or cry in front of them. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction. But that paddle really hurt. "Two!" I groaned.

"Does she have to count every one of them?" Danny asked.

"She does if she doesn't want us to start over," Kathy said. "And she probably wouldn't like that. Isn't that right, Alicia?"

I didn't even try to answer. I just shook my head as hard as I could.

Another smack stung my butt.

"Three!" I shouted.

By the time she got to fourteen, my butt hurt something awful.

"How come only girls get to hit her?" Danny asked. "Can I take a swing at her?"

"No, you already had your turn with her," Kathy said.

"But this would be fun too," he said. "Can I hit the little sissy? Just once?"

I was really starting to hate that kid.

"No, she wants to be humiliated. Getting beat up by another boy isn't humiliating enough. Having a cock shoved in your mouth is humiliating. Getting beat up by girls is humiliating. That's what she wants for her birthday."

"Oh, is that what she's after?" he asked.

"Yes. Trust me, if her little dick wasn't trapped inside that steel tube, it would be hard as a rock right now! Nothing turns on a faggot like being humiliated."

My sister was lying. My cock was as limp as can be, and getting beat up like this was NOT a turn on, at least not for me,

Then, without any warning, another smack stung my butt. A new girl had started in on me.

"One!" I shouted.

On and on it went. I struggled with each stinging blow, but my wrists were tied, and with the girls holding me down, there was nowhere for me to go.

"Fourteen!" I shouted, and the second girl was done with me.

"Did you like that, Alicia?" the girl asked me.

I feebly nodded my head. Then one of the girls got off me, but another one leaned her full weight on me.

My poor butt took another smack and I screamed, "One!" Try as I might, I couldn't help but feel my eyes tearing up. The girl kept hitting me, I kept calling out numbers. At last she was done.

"Wait!" Kathy said. "Let her up!"

The girls got off me and Kathy lifted my chin. I could barely see her through her tears.

"Aw, you made the poor thing cry," she said. "Look everyone, the poor little sissy is crying! And we're only halfway through!" Then she turned back to me. "What's the matter, Little Miss Smart Mouth? Does your poor little bottom hurt? Not so tough now, are you? Not so brave now, are you?"

"Yeah, looks like the little crybaby is taking a good beating," Danny said. "I hope she's enjoying it, because I sure am!"

"I"m sure she is too," Kathy said, and shoved me back down. The girls piled on me again, and she called out, "Next!"

Another girl hit me, and I screamed, "One!" I could feel sweat all over my body as the beating went on. By the end my poor butt was on fire, and tears were spilling down my face and onto the floor.

"Next!" Kathy called out, and another girl hit me.

"One!" I screamed, and I kept sobbing into the gag. My butt was in agony and that awful girl kept hitting me. I struggled and squirmed, but they held me down. I just remember calling out numbers and screaming the rest of the time.

Finally she was done, and I just lay there sobbing like a baby, my butt on fire. The girls got off me, and Kathy pulled me up to face her. Blinded by tears, I couldn't even see her.

"Alicia, you are such a baby! You aren't even bleeding! You're not even hurt enough for a Band-Aid, and you're crying your eyes out!" She took a handful of hair, and pulled me upright. "Guys, you see why I made this little sissy into a girl? Can you imagine this worthless piece of shit ever growing up to be a man? Would any girl ever be interested in this pathetic little pansy?"

Maybe they were all waiting to see what Kathy was going to do, but no one spoke.

"Now Alicia, I am going to give you the rest of your beating, and you are not going to scream and cry. You are just going to take the pain," she said. "Do you understand me, you little faggot?"

I sniffled and tried to catch my breath. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I tried to say through the gag.

"OK girls, hold her down, and let's get this over with," she said.

I felt the weight of the girls as they piled on me again, and told myself I only had fourteen more whacks to go.

But the first smack made me scream, and brought fresh tears down my cheeks. I felt snot running from my nose, and I was so stuffed up that I could hardly breathe. "One!" I gasped.

Then Kathy pressed the paddle down on my butt, and made me scream and kick my legs. "So how are we doing, Alicia?" she asked.

I just made a little whimpering sound.

"That's better," she said, and another blow made me scream again.

"Two!" I screamed. I was desperately trying to breathe around the penis gag with my nose all stuffed up and running.

Then the bitch hit me three times in a row. I wasn't expecting that, and I screamed and cried. "Three, four!" I said.

"Alicia, did we just lose count?" I asked. "Do I have to start over?"

Kids started laughing, and I shouted as hard as I could, "Five!"

"Good girl," she said, and hit me again.

"Six! I shouted as I strained against the girls holding me down.

More blows rained down on my aching butt. By the time we got to thirteen, I was clawing at the air with my fingers, gasping for breath so much that I was becoming light-headed. All I could do was sob into the gag and focus on saying the right number each time she hit me.

Then I heard one of the girls holding me down say, "Oh, look at her nails. I didn't see them until now because her hands were tied behind her."

Then another girl said, "They're so pretty. We should ask her what shade that is…you know, when she isn't crying like a baby."

But then Kathy said, "Last one coming up, Alicia. Are you ready?"

I had to save my air to say fourteen, and couldn't speak. I just tried to nod my head.

Bam! The last blow landed on my poor butt. Both of my cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Fourteen!" I gasped, hoping she heard me.

"Very good, sweetie," she said, and tousled my hair.

The girls got off me, but I just lay there bent over with my butt up in the air. It hurt so bad that I didn't even want to move. Then all the kids started laughing and applauding. Sandra came over and took the penis gag out of my mouth so at last I could breathe again.

"Alicia, you look a bit of a mess again," she said. "Let's get you cleaned up."

As I stood up, she pulled my panties up to my butt, and even the touch of my panties made me wince.

As she walked me slowly to the bathroom, Danny called out, "Alicia, you're going to have a fun ride home on that butt!"

Then a girl said, "Yeah, her butt's even redder than her face!"

Then the other kids laughed, and Kathy said, "She'll be all right. We'll just throw her in the back of the van and hogtie here there."

Then they laughed some more.

There was a throw rug on the bathroom floor, and Sandra helped me lie face down on it.

"This salve should help a little," she said.

As she lifted my skirt, I felt a cool breeze on my backside. Then even the gentle touch of her fingers on my butt made me wince, but then the cooling salve felt good, or at least my butt wasn't burning quite as much. Then she stood me up and wiped my face with a wash cloth. The cold water felt good, but when I looked in the mirror, I really was a mess. My entire face was flushed, my eyes were puffy from all the crying, and my hairdo had collapsed, and yellow hair spilled everywhere.

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra," I said.

Just then Kathy showed up at the door. "That was quite a show, Alicia," she said. "So how would you compare this with last year's birthday party?"

Last year's party. Where I also got beat up, and had to suck all of Sandra's friends. "About the same," I said. "But last year the guys had bigger dicks. At least today I didn't have the kids making me gag by slamming their cocks into the back of my throat."

Kathy's eyebrows went up. "Oh you poor thing," she said. "You must be SO disappointed!"

Sandra whispered to me, "Alicia, you probably shouldn't have said that."

I was so worn out that I didn't care. I was just glad it was over. Then Kathy grabbed my leash and led me back into the basement. With all the other kids gathered around, she said, "Alicia just told me that at last year's birthday party, the guys had bigger dicks. They could reach all the way to the back of her throat…so I guess you guys didn't measure up! It's too bad that you guys weren't up to her standards!"

Danny stepped forward to face me. "Oh, is that so? Is that right, sissy?" he snarled at me.

Oh, what had I gotten myself into now? He looked like he was ready to kill me. "Uh…well…I mean-" I started.

"Get down on your knees, faggot!" he shouted at me.

Now I was stuck. I couldn't even sit down with my butt hurting so much. I tried to bend first one knee, and then the other.

But Danny ran out of patience, grabbed my leash, and yanked it, sending me sprawling face first onto the floor. Then he turned to the other kids and said, "You girls didn't get to see the little fag the first time she sucked our cocks. Do you want to stay and watch now?"

The girls all whispered among themselves, and finally one of them said, "Yeah, this ought to be fun!"

Then one of the boys asked, "Do all of us get another blow job?"

"Of course!" Danny said. "No one will be asked to leave the table before his appetite is satisfied. Now lets see if we can satisfy this little cocksucker!"

I looked over at Sandra and Kathy. They weren't going to stop this. Sandra was already aiming her camera at me. She must figure I deserve it. Then Danny grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up on my knees.

I glanced up at him. His shorts were already down, and he had a nasty look on his face. "Ready for round two, faggot?" he asked me.

I opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock in. He jerked my head back and forth by my hair, until his cock finally spurted, the salty taste filling my mouth. Then he leaned back, tilted my head back to make me look up at him, and asked, "Was that better, faggot?"

I had learned my lesson. I still ached from the beating the girls gave me, I was tied up and helpless at his feet, he still had a handful of my hair pulling at my scalp, and he looked like he wanted to kill me. "Yes, sir," I said. "Thank you!"

Then with a look of triumph, he shoved me over backwards, and I lay there on my back, looking up at the ceiling with my legs trapped underneath me, as all the kids burst into laughter.

"Look at the little sissy!" a girl shrieked. "She can't even sit up!" Then they all roared with laughter.

At last another boy pulled me erect by my hair, and he was already erect too. That's the way it went. All the boys handled me just as roughly as Danny had, and by the last one, my jaw was so tired that I wasn't able to swallow all of it, and after he came on my face, I just sat there like an idiot, saying, "Thank you, sir."

Then he took the palm of his hand and smeared it all over my face, and said, "Now you can thank me, princess! You really look cute with my sperm smeared all over your face!"

"Yes, sir," I said dully. "Thank you."

Then my whole room exploded in laughter again, and I was blushing again.

When things finally quieted down, Sandra said, "All right, that's enough for today." She pulled me up to my feet, and started walking me to the door.

As she walked me out, I said, sniffling, "Mistress Sandra, I wish you had helped me back there."

"Alicia, I will help you when you need help."

I couldn't believe it. "Mistress, look at my face. Don't you think I needed help?"

"Alicia, I've seen you with cum on your face before. It won't kill you."

"But this was different," I said. "I knew those kids. They were my friends."

"Then you've learned an important lesson today. A stiff cock has no conscience!" she said. "Now pull up your big girl panties, and get over it!"

Then Danny called out, "Hey Alicia, are you sure you don't want to move back here? Not only could you live with me, and work as a maid, but I could invite the guys over every night and you could suck all of our cocks!"

As the laughter echoed from the basement, Sandra said, "Just go. You've had enough fun for the day."

She led me outside into the fresh air, and I squinted against the bright sun. This was my home town, and now I could never come back here again.

CHAPTER 11
YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN

As Kathy and Sandra loaded our baggage into the van, Danny came outside. "Alicia, I forgot to ask, the girls want to know what color nail polish you use."

Those girls had just given me the beating of my life, and the last thing I wanted was to help those mean bitches. "I don't remember, I got it a long time ago," I said.

He rushed across the yard to me, and grabbed a handful of the blouse under my chin. "Don't lie to me, you little sissy!" he snarled. "You girls never forget stuff like that!"

Now the other kids were coming out into the yard, as he backed me against the garage door. Kathy turned to me, and then went back to loading the van. Of course she wouldn't help me.

Backed up against the garage, I could barely get a word out before he punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, and he asked me, "Does that help your memory, faggot?"

I gasped and tried to catch my breath. "Please don't hit me any-"

Then he hit me in the stomach again, and my legs buckled, my knees hitting the pavement as I landed at his feet. Once again he dragged me up by a handful of blouse, but the pain made me stay doubled over.

"Candy Apple Red!" I gasped. "Sir, please don't hit me again!" I begged. "Haven't I been beaten enough today?"

"Oh, don't worry, Pussy Boy," he said. "I won't hit you in your pretty face. I don't want to get any of that gook on my fist."

"Did she say Candy Apple Red?" a girl asked. "I've never heard of that."

Danny turned to me. "You little bitch!" he snarled. "You lied to me!"

I shook my head, but it was too late. His fist found my stomach again, and I lay crumpled on the ground, doubled over.

As I lay there gasping, another girl said, "Oh, I've heard of that shade. In fact, they carry it at my pharmacy. I think I'll pick it up tomorrow."

Danny looked down at me and said, "Oh wow, looks like I hit you for nothing, faggot. Too bad!"

I just lay there doubled over on the ground, moaning from the pain in my belly.

"Tell you what though, sissy. Why don't you come back here next year for your birthday? We'll have another party, and we'll make it up to you. Maybe by next year, me and my friends will be big enough to satisfy that greedy mouth of yours!"

And then the whole yard exploded in laughter. Finally Sandra and Kathy came over and picked me up. Weren't they ever going to untie me?

"Kathy, help her into the van, and I'll get things ready up front," Sandra said.

"Alicia, there's something I'd like you to do now," Kathy said.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.

"I want you to thank those kids for this wonderful surprise birthday party."

Between my aching butt and stomach, I didn't feel thankful for much. "For what?" I asked.

To my horror, she said, "You're going to thank the girls for giving you the beating you deserved."

I just stared at her in amazement.

"And then you're going to thank the boys for letting you suck their cocks twice."

"Mistress Katherine, if you think I'm going to thank them-"

"Alicia," she interrupted. "Would you like to come back here next year and do this again?"

She had a good point there.

"Then she looked me right in the eye. "And you had better sound sincere, if you know what's good for you!"

I was helpless and she knew it. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I'll do it."

Then she turned to the other kids and said, "My little sister has something she'd like to say to you." Then she shoved me forward.

Some people struggle with public speaking. But if you think public speaking is hard, you should try it when you're dressed in a pink maid's uniform. your face smeared with cum, with a penis gag dangling across your chest, a collar with a leash around your neck, and your hands are tied behind your back.

I was facing the kids who had taunted, beaten, humiliated, and abused me all day, and I was supposed to thank them for doing all that to me, because if I didn't, my sister could turn me over to them for more of the same.

So I did. I said, "Thank you all for inviting me to this wonderful surprise birthday party. Thank you to the girls who gave me the beating I deserved. I really appreciate it. And thank you to the boys who let me suck their cocks, not just once but twice! That was more than I ever hoped for. Now I have to go home, but thanks again!"

In the past year, I have learned how to grovel. It gets easier once you have been stripped of your self-respect and have no dignity left.

The kids just stood there in stunned silence, and Kathy swept me up into her arms, and placed me in the van. It wasn't until she had rolled me over onto my stomach that they were able to process my speech, and they all burst into laughter yet again.

As Kathy climbed up into the van, and sat cross-legged next to me, the girls approached us.

"Kathy," it was good to see you again," one of them said, and then giggling, "And Alicia, it was especially nice to meet you!"

Then she started making kissing and sucking sounds. Then all of the girls were making kissing and sucking sounds, before they burst into laughter again.

After enjoying my complete humiliation for a while, Kathy said, "OK girls, good bye," and mercifully slammed the door shut.

At long last, we drove off and those kids couldn't hurt me any more. As horrible as my birthday had been, it was a relief that it was finally over. I was safe. But now as I lay there face down next to my sister, I started to think about my life. I had been tormented, humiliated and abused ever since we moved to Los Angeles. I had been forced to live as a girl for the past year. But through it all, I thought that maybe I could escape someday, and go back to Santa Cruz, where I had grown up, and had friends.

Now all that was gone. The kids I knew, Danny and the others…to them and the others, I was just a cock-sucking sissy now. And they would tell everyone else about me. All the kids in the neighborhood and the schools would know about the faggot Alicia who dressed up as a maid and sucked everyone's cocks. The little pansy who cried like a baby when girls beat him up. My life there was over.

And it was all Kathy's fault. She told Danny about me, she had him set up the party for me, and instigated everyone to beat me and make me suck their cocks. I was so mad at her! All the pain and abuse in my life…it all led back to her. Now I was tied up in a van for a long ride home with an aching stomach, a sore butt, and my face smeared with cum.

"Is something the matter, Alicia?" Kathy asked me. "You've been awfully quiet. If you don't feel like talking, would you like me to gag you?"

The last thing I wanted right now was to be taunted by my sister, the architect of all the misery in my life. "Why did you do this to me?" I asked.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" she asked. "Didn't you have a good time with your friends?"

"They aren't my friends any more, because of you!" I shouted. Never mind that I was tied up and helpless, I was really pissed off now.

"What makes you think that? Just because they had some fun with you?"

"Had some fun with me? The girls beat me up with that awful paddle! And the boys made me suck their cocks! Twice!"
"So your butt is red. You've been spanked before. And you've sucked plenty of cocks before too, you little slut. So what's the big deal?"

"Those kids used to be my friends!" I shouted. "We went to school together, we we hung out together! And now I'm just a cock sucking bitch to them!"

"Oh, so it's my fault they know the truth about you? That they know what you've been doing for the past year? Let me spell it out for you, little sissy. If those friends of yours don't respect what you are, then they weren't really your friends in the first place!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How would anyone ever respect me after what I did today? After I got down on my knees and sucked all those cocks?? I yelled at her. "I can never show my face in that town again, you stupid bitch-"

She grabbed my collar, forced my chin up, and slapped me across the face hard.

"Ow!" I shouted, my face stinging.

"Shut up, you little bastard!" she snarled at me, and grabbed the penis gag.

"Let go of me!" I screamed.

"Open your mouth!" she shouted, and held the gag up to my mouth.

I closed my mouth and turned my head away.

But then she crawled around me, smacked my butt, and dug her fingers into a sore cheek.

"Ow! Ow!" I screamed at the sharp pain in my sore butt.

"She snarled, "Open your mouth, faggot!" and smacked my butt again.

"OK, OK, please stop!" I begged.

She grabbed my hair, jerked my head back, and held the gag up to my mouth again.

I opened my mouth, she shoved the gag in, and buckled it tight. I just went limp and lay there. I was tied up and I couldn't fight her. But she wasn't finished with me yet. I felt ropes being tied around my ankles, and then pulled up into a hogtie.

"Sandra," she called out, "when you find a place to stop, can you pull over somewhere? I'd like to ride up front with you the rest of the way."

"OK," she yelled back.

"I'm not done with you yet, you little bastard!" she snarled at me. "I will deal with you tonight, and then you'll wish you were back in Santa Cruz with Danny and the rest of those kids!"

Oh my God, I was in trouble now. She wasn't going to kill me on the ride home, but my birthday might somehow get even worse.

Sandra pulled over and stopped the van, and Kathy got out. Sandra came back and took a look at me, and apparently decided I wasn't bleeding to death, so they both got into the front of the van, and we drove off.

CHAPTER 12
BIG SIS IS REALLY PISSED

When we got home, Kathy marched me downstairs to the basement in silence. She didn't say anything, and I still had a gag stuck in my mouth. She peeled off all of my clothes, and then shoved me to my knees. Then she bound my wrists with cotton rope, shoved me face down with a couple of pillows under my belly, and my ass up in the air. Suddenly her fingers smearing lubricant into my ass made me squeal into the gag.

Next came a butt plug forcing its way in. I tried to relax because I knew that one way or another, it was going in. Slowly she worked it in further and further, and I had that awful stretching fullness of the thing being inside me. She tossed the pillows aside, and as I lay flat on the tile floor, she bound my ankles with more rope. But when she drew my ankles up, and pulled my wrists together in a tight hogtie, the plug felt even larger, pressing against me.

At last she took the gag out of my mouth.

I stretched my mouth open and shut, finally trying to speak. "Mistress Katherine, I-" I started to say.

But she shoved a ball gag in my mouth, and secured the strap in back of my head.

"Not now, Alicia, we will discuss your behavior later," she said. Then she flipped a switch on a control device, and the plug started vibrating inside me!

I wailed into the gag and struggled against my bonds as the thing inside me hummed and shook my insides. My sister just walked away.

I lay there on the floor bound and gagged with this nasty device inside my butt, torturing me no end. I had no idea how much time was passing because there are no clocks down here. Disobedient slaves like me aren't supposed to know how long they have been punished.

Much, much later I heard footsteps coming closer, and then I saw my sister's shoes in front of my face. I looked up to see that she was alone. That wasn't a good sign. I wished that Ron or Sandra was with her. Anyone to make sure she didn't "accidentally" find my dead body down here.

"Now Alicia, we will begin a serious conversation. I could have taken you anywhere for your birthday, but I took you back to Santa Cruz for a reason. You seem to think that someday you'll go back to being a boy, and that you'll grow up to be a man. But I know better. So today I tried to show you that your life as a boy was over. Because as hopeless as you are as a girl, you were even more pathetic as a boy. I had hoped I could convince you to be a good little girl, but now that seems extremely unlikely," she said, and shook her head.

Uh oh. She wasn't getting angry or emotional. She sounded like she was reading a legal verdict to me.

She went on, "Now it appears more drastic measures will be called for. Fortunately, Sandra knows a doctor who performs gender-reassignment surgery. I've looked into this before, but they told me that you had to live as a girl for an entire year before you could have the surgery. Now you qualify. So it will be easy to convince a psychiatrist that you are transgender, and you need the surgery to become a girl."

I shook my head, and tried to speak into the gag, to tell her I didn't want surgery, but only guttural sounds came out.

"Do you know what that involves? It's not just breast implants. First they're going to cut off your penis."

I screamed into the gag, and shook back and forth as I struggled against the ropes.

"Then they will slice it in half, and use it to build a vagina for you. I'm told that if someone saw you naked after the operation, they would never guess that you hadn't been born a girl."

I just whimpered into the gag. I would do anything to try and convince her not to do this to me.

"Or maybe they'll leave your cock on, and you can be a she-male. Amanda's rich friends might even like you better that way. Yeah, maybe one of them will set you up in Hollywood. A big guy who will sit you on his lap and make you bounce up and down on his dick every night! Would you like that, faggot?"

I screamed into the gag, as my eyes went wide, wide with fright.

"Of course after a couple of months of that, your ass will be so stretched out that it probably won't even be able to close up any more."

I just shook my head, and tried not to cry.

She grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me up on my knees. "Do you have something to say for yourself?" she asked.

I nodded my head fervently.

No sooner had she taken the ball gag out of my mouth, I started groveling. "Mistress Katherine, I am very sorry for my outburst on the way home. I was childish, I was immature, I know it was wrong of me, and it will never happen again!"

"Oh, really?" she asked.

"I promise, I will never disobey you, or do anything like that ever again! I'll be your humble servant! I'll do whatever you want! Please don't make me have that operation!"

"My humble servant," she said. "I like the sound of that. But of course you don't mean it. Even though you're a weakling and a worthless little sissy, you're still clinging to this fantasy that someday you'll go back to being a boy. So you've never accepted being a proper young lady. And we gave you every opportunity to improve yourself. We tried to get you to learn martial arts, but you quit after one day. You'd rather be tied up in the basement, trying to play with yourself in your penis chastity."

"But Mistress, if I went back to that school, the boys were going to beat me up. They were going to really hurt me!"

"And yet somehow Arcadia was tough enough to do well at that school, and she's only a girl. Of course, she's a real girl, and not a sissy weakling like you! Do you understand how worthless you were as a boy?"

I searched for the words to convince her. And I had to talk fast before she gagged me again. "Please, Mistress! I will do whatever you want. I'll wear whatever you want me to. I swear I will never give you any trouble at all!"

She paused to mull it over. "Oh, I think you'll say just about anything right now, but you don't really mean it. And I am NOT playing games here. So listen to me, you stupid little sissy!" she snarled at me. "I want you to be a pleasant, cheerful little girl. Do you understand me now?"

I nodded my head and swallowed hard. "I'll be pleasant. I'll be cheerful, no matter what you and Sandra and anyone else do to me. I really mean it!"

"Alicia, you had better be sincere about this, and I will give you another chance to be a sweet little girl. But this is your LAST chance."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, nodding my head. "I promise I'll be a sweet little girl!"

"Very well, but don't make me regret this, or you can be sure I will make YOU regret it!"

I let out a sigh; she wasn't going to kill me. At least not today. As she started untangling my bonds, I asked, "Mistress Katherine, could I ask for one thing?"

She dropped the ropes and stood over me, her hands on her hips. "Alicia, you little bitch, are you trying to negotiate with me??" she asked in a combination of amazement and arrogance.

"Oh no, Mistress, I would never do that! I am only your humble servant. It's just that my hair is so hard to feather, and it takes so long to make it look pretty. I only ask a favor, that I can have my hair cut like Arcadia."

"You want to look like Arcadia?"

"Oh, I could never be that pretty, I just would like to have my hair cut in bangs like her. My hairdo is so wild with my hair getting all over the place, that I think I would look cute with her hairstyle," I said and looked up at her with my best puppy dog eyes.

She thought for a moment. "Yes, I think it's time you had a new look. I think that would be appropriate."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said. At last I would get rid of this bimbo hair.

"You can put pink barrettes and ribbons in your hair, too. Don't you think that would look even cuter?"

I gulped, but quickly said, "Yes, Mistress, that's a very good idea. I'd like that very much."

She bent down and untied my wrists. "Take a shower and go to bed," she said. "Sandra will deal with you tonight."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "Thank you, Mistress Katherine."

My sister walked away, and left it to me to finish untying myself. It took a while, but I finally got the ropes off, and then got that awful plug out of my butt. I went upstairs and showered, wrapped a towel around me, and when I got to my bedroom, Sandra was sitting in a chair waiting for me.

I tried not to shudder, as I pulled my towel tighter around me. "Good evening, Mistress Sandra," I said.

"Alicia, Kathy told me you'd like to have a new hairstyle."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I thought I would look prettier with bangs, if it's OK with you and my sister."

"Of course," she said. "In fact I just called Jennifer and made an appointment for you to have your hair done tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you very much, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I really appreciate this!"

"Then put on a nightgown so I can tie you to the bed," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. I hung up the towel, got into my nightgown, and she slipped wrist and ankle cuffs on me, and tied me to the bed face-down.

"See you bright and early tomorrow, Alicia," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. "Thank you again."

She shut off the light, and I was left in the dark to think about what my life had become. I was going to act like a girl now, and maybe things would go better than this last year in Hell.

CHAPTER 13
SWEET LITTLE ALICIA

The following morning Sandra decided to have a heart to heart chat with me. I was going to be a sweet, obedient little girl. I was to avoid my sister as much as possible, but Kathy was my mistress, and I was her servant. Whenever we were together at home, I would worship the ground she walked on. And unless there was some kind of emergency like the house catching fire, I was to speak only when spoken to.

Then Sandra lifted my chin to make me look up at her. "Alicia, do you understand? Your sister is serious about this. You are not going to get any more chances. If you mess up even once, there will be no going back."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I understand," I said. "I will do anything she wants, anything I can do for her. Anything at all, whatever she wants."

Some people might think I was sucking up to Kathy and Sandra, but after all the real sucking I had done for the past year, being a good little girl was the lesser of two evils. It was certainly better than being a bad little girl, and being used as a sissy slut all year long. Also, the prospect of having your dick cut off and sliced in half can be powerful motivation to behave better.

So with the rules established, Sandra took me to the salon, which Jennifer had opened early just for me. I wore the blouse from my school uniform with breast forms to give me a more shapely figure, and the skirt, but it was too warm for the blazer.

"Alicia, it's good to see you again," she said. "Sandra told me you're ready to go back to being a brunette."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I was hoping I could have my hair cut in bangs-"

"Of course, Sandra already told me about your new look. I think you'll look very pretty with bangs."

"I used to have bangs back when I was a little boy," I said.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie, you won't look like a boy when I'm done with you!"

If I had any masculinity left at all, it was gone.

"Alicia wants to be all girl now. She definitely isn't going to be a sissy boy any more!" Sandra said.

"Is that so, Alicia?" Jennifer asked. "You're going to be a sweet little girl from now on?"

Another chance for me to grovel. But even without Sandra standing next to me, I wasn't going to try to fight any more. "Yes, Ma'am, I was very childish and selfish, but I want to be a good little girl from now on."

"But you still want to be tied up, don't you?" she asked. "It's more fun to get a girlie hairstyle when you're helpless, isn't it?"

"Uh, yes, Ma'am. That's part of the fun of coming here."

She picked up a length of rope from the counter, and said, "then turn around and put your hands behind your back so I can tie you up."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and did as I was told.

She quickly bound my wrists, and led me to the sink where my hair would soak for a while. She said she would use a dye that would return my hair to its original color, but I would just have to sit there and relax for a while. I didn't relax when my poor butt hit that chair, but I just tried to put my weight on my upper thighs, and take the pain.

That gave me a chance to think about my new life ahead. Being tied up wasn't so bad. It really wasn't bad at all if it didn't lead to being beaten. Even the humiliation was something I could live with if it was done privately, behind closed doors. It was the public humiliation that led to taunting and abuse from other kids that had really tormented me. And being referred to as a girl wasn't any worse than constantly being called a sissy or a faggot. What really mattered to me was that if I behaved myself and did as I was told, I wouldn't be constantly getting beat up any more. But what would happen when I went back to school? How could I ever go back to that school again?

Jennifer eventually came back to collect me, escorted me to a seat, where I winced again, and she went to work on my hair. Then came a long stretch under a hair dryer, after which she finally brushed out my hair. At last I got to look at myself in a mirror, and I was a brunette again. I had straight smooth bangs down to my eyebrows, and the rest of my hair spilled over my shoulders and down to my breast forms. I was actually kind of cute!

"Oh, thank you, Ma'am," I said. "I love my new hair!"

"And you do look lovely, Alicia. You're going to make a very pretty girl," she said. "Be sure and come back when you need a trim."

Sandra was also happy to see my new look. "By now the other stores are open, so I think we need to take you shopping."

"Shopping for what?" I asked.

"Oh, I think you need a new outfit for school," she said.

She took me to a dress shop and started searching through racks of blouses. "Look at this, Alicia," she said. "They have sailor suits here."

"Those are pretty," I said.

She picked up a white sailor blouse with royal blue trim, and a big floppy red bow. "Go try this one on, and the matching skirt too."

I went to the dressing room, and quickly changed into the blouse and skirt, both of which fit, and returned to Sandra, who already had her camera phone out.

"That looks nice," she said. "Now model it for me. Strike a pose."

Oh, God. I really didn't know what to do. I just put my hand on my hip and tried to smile. She snapped the picture.

"This outfit comes in other colors, too. Look, they have it with baby blue trim, and also in red, and green and in pink," she said. "I can't decide. Which do you like best?"

"I…I really don't know. They all look very pretty."

"Yes, they do," she said, and thought about it for a minute. "I know, let's get all of them. That way you'll have different colors to wear."

"OK, thank you very much," I said. "I love all of them!"

That afternoon, Sandra had me dress in the red sailor suit, and sat me down in the basement. "This is the way things are going to work around here. Kathy and I have discussed your situation, with the new school year starting soon."

"But Mistress Sandra, please don't send me back to that school! I can't go back there! The other kids will kill me-"

"No, we're working on finding another school where no one knows you."

"Oh, thank God," I said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"But you will still have to do housework around here, in that cute pink maid's outfit."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said, trying not to frown. I was supposed to be cheerful.

She smiled at me. "Alicia, you'll get used to it. And no one needs to see you in it except us. But I will expect to do some other work for me."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, of course. What kind of work would you like me to do?"

"Just some modeling. Now that you're a good little slave girl, I'd like you to do some bondage modeling. You'll be tied up in pretty clothes."

"Uh, OK. I mean, yes Mistress Sandra, I will be happy to do that for you."

"Good, now lets get started."

Soon, I was standing with my wrists tied over my head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. After taking a few pictures of me, she gagged me with a cloth.

"Cleave gags are nice, aren't they?" she asked. They don't stretch your mouth like a ball gag, and you can still talk through them."
"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said through the gag.

Then she turned me around to face the full-length mirror so I could see myself. "And most of all, you look super cute when you chew on that gag!"

I stared in the mirror, and sure enough, she was right! I looked up at her and smiled, and nodded my head.

"And now I have another surprise for you," she said.

I shivered. A surprise? I don't like surprises. Most of the surprises I've had turned out to be really bad.

"A friend of yours stopped by, and will be down here soon."

"Huh?" I said. A friend? I didn't have any friends.

Then I heard footsteps, and I managed to turn around to see Arcadia, dressed in a T-shirt and bluejeans.

"Oh wow, hi Alicia, I love your new look!" she said.

"Hi, Mistress Arcadia," I said through the gag.

"Let me look at you," she said, grasping me by the shoulders and looking me up and down. "I love your hair! It looks just like mine!"

"Thank you," I said.

"They told me that you're going to be a good little girl from now on," she said.

"Uh huh," I said, nodding my head.

"So now that you're a pretty girl, it makes me wonder. I thought when you were a boy, you wanted to be with me. But now that you're going to be a girl, and you had your hair done like mine, it makes me think that you didn't want to be WITH me, you wanted to BE me!"

It was time to grovel again, but at least this time I could tell the truth. "Mistress Arcadia," I said trying to speak slowly and clearly through the gag. "You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I only wish I could look half as pretty as you. I have had a crush on you since the first day we met. I only wish I could be your slave, I would do whatever you want me to."

Arcadia smiled and looked like she might burst out laughing, but then she turned to Sandra and said, "I think this might work."

"Yes," Sandra said. "I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine."

Then Arcadia turned back to me. "Sandra asked me if she could take pictures of us together, with you in bondage. I'm dominant, and you're submissive, of course." She traced her index finger down my cheek to my chin. "Would you like to do that?"

I nodded until I could find my voice. "Yes, Mistress Arcadia, I'd like that very much."

"Good," she said. "Sandra will decide when to schedule the sessions. I can't wait to work with you." Then she kissed me on the cheek.

"All right, Alicia, I think you've had enough fun for now," she said. "Arcadia has to be getting home anyway."

Arcadia left, and Sandra gently stroked my hair. "What do you think, Alicia? Being a sweet little slave girl might not be so bad."

I allowed myself to imagine for a moment how it would feel to have Arcadia tying me up in cute little outfits, and smiled despite my gag. My knees went weak, and I sagged against my wrist cuffs. Finally, I looked up at Sandra. "Yes, Mistress."

CHAPTER 14
THE FINAL TEST

A couple of days later, I woke up to find my pink barrettes sitting on my dresser. My birthday gift from Kathy. Sandra had kept me down in the basement and away from her for the past two days, which had probably saved my life. I assumed that meant my sister wanted me to wear them, or at least that she was acknowledging that I still existed, and possibly that she had calmed down. Maybe a little, anyway. So I wore a matching pink dress, and after I put the barrettes on, my hair still reached past my shoulders.

When I came down downstairs, Ron was finishing breakfast, and Kathy was waiting for me. She placed a dog food bowl full of cornflakes on the floor, and pointed to it.

"Get down on your knees, and eat like a dog!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. At least she was speaking to me.

As I knelt over the bowl, she said, "I'm not going to bother tying you up, you stupid little sissy, but you are not allowed to use your hands. You will place your palms flat on the floor, and if they so much as touch the bowl, I will make you wish you were back in Santa Cruz getting beat up by those girls again. Do you understand me, faggot?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and as I placed my palms on the floor on either side of the bowl, I noticed that my barrettes were holding my hair far back so it didn't reach down to the bowl. So I added, "Thank you for these pretty barrettes, Mistress. Now my hair won't get in the way when I eat."

She just smirked at me, and turned to Ron, who was getting up to leave. "You hear that, Ron?" she asked.

My brother, who was completely disgusted with me even in the best of times, walked out, muttering, "What a fucking loser!"

I just started munching away on the corn flakes. To be honest, I have been called a lot worse. At least neither of them was going to beat me, and with my new hairdo, my bangs wouldn't get in my eyes, and the rest of my hair wouldn't get in my food. For me this was a good day.

The following morning I found a white minidress along with a pair of kneepads on my dresser. The minidress was kind of cute, but in a sexy way because it was really short. It barely covered my panties, and I hoped I wouldn't have to go out dressed like this. But the kneepads were my major concern; this must be Kathy's way of telling me I was going to spending a lot of time on my knees.

When I came downstairs, Kathy was alone, and there was a bowl of cornflakes on the floor.

"Aren't you a cute little pansy?" she asked. "Now get down on your knees and eat!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. Well, she did say I was cute, so I added, "Thank you."

When I finished eating, I got up and she snapped at me, "Get back down on your knees!"

She stood over me. "For the rest of the day, you will crawl on your hands and knees, whether you have to go upstairs or downstairs, until I tell you can walk upright again. Do you understand me, faggot?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and pointed at my knees. "Thank you very much for the kneepads."

She just sneered at me and walked away. Then she came back. "And don't think I won't know if you're upstairs or downstairs walking on your hind legs. No matter where you are, you had better crawl!"

I just looked up at her. "Mistress Katherine," I said. "I promised you I would be a good little girl, and I meant it. I will do whatever you want me to."

She got that indignant look of frustration on her face, and stomped away.

I knew she was trying to provoke me, and she would continue to do so. She was looking for any excuse; she wanted me to be disobedient, or even to say something snarky or sarcastic back to her. But I had no self-respect left to lose. So I had agreed to be her humble, obedient slave girl, and I meant it. Whatever humiliations she had in store for me, I had already been through worse.

So I did as I was told, and crawled around all day. Thank God for those kneepads! That evening after dinner, she gave me permission to walk again, AFTER I had crawled upstairs to my bedroom. I thanked her, and wished her a good night.

Every time she spoke to me, I always asked her if I could be of any service to her. When she used me as a foot stool, or made me kiss her feet, I thanked her for the attention. I was never too tired to do anything she wanted. After about a week of this, and my butt was feeling better, if I made even the slightest mistake, I would ask her if she would like to beat me!

The first time I did that, she snapped at me, "If I wanted to beat you, you wouldn't have to ask me about it!"

But after a while, she would just shake her head and walk away. Either I had worn her down, and she was starting to accept me or perhaps Sandra had talked to her, and convinced her that having a little sister/sissy/slave girl wasn't so bad.

And my new life as a girl actually wasn't that bad for me either, at least compared to the last year. I wasn't being beaten all the time, and I didn't have to give blow jobs to whoever they invited over. Even the humiliation of being a slave girl wasn't that bad as long as it was at home, and not out in public. I could pretend to be a cute little girl, and even when they taunted me or humiliated me, at least it would all be behind closed doors.

The following evening, Kathy took me down to the basement, stripped me, and tied me spread-eagled to the St. Andrews Cross with a ball gag in my mouth. I hated that big wooded X-shaped thing; it always made me feel so exposed.

"Sandra got a new toy, and I'd like to try it out," she said. "Well, actually you're the one who's going to try it out"

Uh oh. I hadn't liked any of Sandra's old toys.

Then she reached into my groin, and tied a band around my nut sack. "Alicia, does that feel OK?" she asked.

I didn't really feed good about this, but it didn't hurt, so I nodded my head.

"Good, then let's hook some weight onto it," she said, and held up an iron ball.

My eyes went wide as I stared in horror.

"Alicia, remember that you're supposed to be a good little girl,' she said. "Don't make me reconsider letting you be my slave. And we have bigger weights than this one. So you're OK with this?"

I fought back the tears and nodded my head.

"All right then," she said. "Let's start with this one."

Then she let the weight fall, and I felt like my balls were being ripped off. I screamed into the gag for a while. Finally I caught my breath, and got used to the dull pain down there.

My sister nodded in approval. Very good, sweetie," she said. 'Now you just stay there and get used to it," she said. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while. Well, eventually anyway. Try not to move too much."

Then she walked away, leaving me in all kinds of pain. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I tried to remain perfectly still and bit down on the ball gag.

It seemed like forever had passed before she returned, licking an ice cream cone. "So how are we doing, sweetie?" she asked.

By now I was red-faced from crying, and couldn't think of anything but the pain in my balls.

She continued to eat her ice cream, and said, "You know what, Alicia? I think you may need to get into better shape." Then she nodded to herself, licked the ice cream a few more times, and said. "Yes, this might not hurt so much if you were more fit."

I just kept crying into my gag. I would run a marathon for her if she would just make this pain stop.

"And it would also help if you weren't such a baby." Finally she finished her ice cream, and untied my ankles and then my wrists.

I collapsed on the floor, and at last the pain subsided. She took the gag out of my mouth, and I said, "Thank you, Mistress Katherine!" I knelt on the floor, trying to examine my genitals to see how bad my balls looked.

"Oh, don't thank me just yet, little slave girl," she said, "and don't try to take that weight off. We can start working on your fitness right now, in fact. We'll start with something easy. Do five jumping jacks for me."

"Five jumping jacks, Mistress?" I asked, looking up at her.

"That's all," she said. "Just five. But count them out, and do them without stopping. If you stop, you have to start over."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, struggling to my feet. But as I got up, the pain came back, as my balls pulled the weight off the floor.

I yelled "One!" as I jumped to clap my hands over my head, and spread my legs. Then the pain from my groin made me collapse, and I lay there on the floor, groaning.

"That's only one, Alicia," she said. "And I told you not to stop. Now you have to start over."

"Mistress, please," I begged. "It hurts too much. My balls are already sore from this weight! I will do anything I can for you, but I just can't do it." Then I looked up at her, pleading with my eyes.

"Alicia, I will forgive this disobedience once, but you need to toughen up. You WILL give me five jumping jacks today. Now start over!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and dragged myself up to my feet.

I gritted my teeth and yelled "One!" and did another jumping jack. Then two, three and four were agony and tears filled my eyes as I called out the numbers, but on the fourth one, I slipped and fell, crashing to the floor at her feet.

"Aw, you came you so close, Alicia," she said, stroking my hair. "Now get up and start over!"

"Please, Mistress Katherine, I did the best I could for you," I begged. "And I did five all together!"

"Alicia, be a good girl, and do as you're told," she said. "I won't tell you again!"

Tears were streaming down my face, but I picked up the weight, and carried it as I crawled back to the Cross, and grabbed it to pull myself up. Then I carefully lowered the weight, and called out, "One!" I only remember the pain in my balls doubling as I called out the other numbers. Somehow, I got to five, and finished it, then dropping to my knees on the floor, and grabbing the weight so it couldn't move any more. Then I checked my balls to make sure they hadn't been ripped loose from my body.

"There's a good girl!" she said, got up and walked away.

CHAPTER 15
SISTERLY LOVE

I spent most of the next day in the basement with Sandra, posing for pictures in all kinds of bondage. At least she didn't hurt me, but that night she left me tied over a sawhorse naked (except for my penis chastity, of course.) The sawhorse was padded, and I had a cloth gag in my mouth, so I had really been quite comfortable as she took pictures of me. As I was relaxing, Kathy walked in, the two of them exchanged a few words, and then Sandra left. Now my sister stood in front of me, holding a wooden paddle.

I could speak through my cleave gag, but I wasn't allowed to, unless spoken to. I had to wait, and could only dread what might happen next, as every muscle in my body tensed.

"Alicia," she said, swatting the paddle against her other palm over and over, "the good news is that I have decided to put off having your sex-change operation, at least for the time being."

I gulped. That was actually very good news, but I had hoped that hadn't seriously been under consideration.

She pulled up a chair, and sat down to look me in the eye. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Mistress Katherine" I said through the gag. "I know I was very rude to you in the van on the ride back here, but I had just been beat up something awful, and there was the humiliation of being made to suck all my friends' cocks. I know that's no excuse for being so nasty to you, but I was upset and hurt, and I am so sorry for the things I said. I know I've been a rotten little sissy this whole year, but I'm just a kid, and I had trouble adjusting to this new life because I'm very immature, but I'm trying to do better. I really am. Please forgive me! I know I deserve a good beating now, but I really am going to be a good girl. I understand now that you had my best interests at heart and from now on, I will do whatever you want, no matter what it is."

She sat back to think for a while. "Hmm…contrition," she said. "I did not expect that from you."

Oh, that sounded promising.

"So we are in agreement," she said.

That sounded even better.

"We are both in agreement that you deserve a good beating," she went on.

That sounded a lot worse, but I have to admit I expected it.

"That's the bad news. But the additional good news is that I will not beat your upper thighs, so you actually will be able to sit down if you're careful."

I sighed through my gag. At least that was something, anyway.

"But there's additional bad news too," she said. As I waited for her to explain, I nearly jumped as she started lubing my butt. Then I felt the tip of a butt plug probing my ass, and I tried to relax as she worked it in. It was big, but it didn't feel like it went in all the way.

"The bad news is you're really going to feel that butt plug," she said.

And then, Whack! My butt cheeks stung, and I let out a groan as she drove the plug in. She was going to beat me with the plug inside me!

"Count, Alicia!"

"One!" I groaned.

"Now work with me, Alicia, try to push the plug out," she said.

So I strained, and tried to push it out, and then, she hit me again. My entire ass hurt as she drove the plug back into me, and I screamed into the gag.

"Alicia, you're not counting," she said. "Do you want this to go on forever?"

"Two!" I screamed.

"Sweetie, are you going to push that plug back out or should I just keep hitting your butt to remind you?"

So I strained to push it out again, and Whack! She hit me again, driving it back in.

"Three!" I screamed as my eyes filled with tears.

She waited a moment, and said, "Alicia, this is the last time I am going remind you to push it back out."

So I strained to push it, and she hit me again.

My butt was on fire, I screamed "Four!" and immediately tried to push the butt plug out.

"Good girl!" she said, and hit me again.

I went on counting, she went on beating me, and I kept pushing.

"Ten!" I shouted, sobbing into my gag with tears spilling down my face, and my insides ached as I tried to push the plug out even a little bit. I strained against the ropes, but it did no good. Sandra was an expert at tying ropes. As I tensed up for the next blow, Kathy walked around in front of me, and pried the gag out of my mouth.

As I lay there whimpering, she sat in a chair in front of me and asked, "Alicia, have you had enough?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, sniffling. "I promise I will be a good girl from now on!"

"And you understand that you will be my humble servant, my slave girl?"

"Yes, of course, Mistress! Please forgive me!" I begged. "I will be happy to do anything you want!"

"We shall see," she said. She untied me, sat back in the chair, and pointed at the floor in front of her. "Take your butt plug out and kneel."

I got that awful butt plug out of me, and knelt in front of her, sniffling.

She looked down at me, and said, "Alicia, you need to clean that butt plug."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and started to get up, but she put her hand on my head and pushed me back down.

"No, Alicia, you can clean it here," she said, leaning forward. "Lick it!"

I stared at the butt plug in horror. It had been a couple of days since my last enema, and there was more than just lube on the plug. But-" I started.

She slapped me across the face hard. My cheek stung, and I held my other hand up to my burning cheek.

"Alicia, a good girl keeps her butt plug clean," she said. "It had better be spotless. I want to see it glisten! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress, " I said, more tears forming in my eyes as I stared at the plug.

So I licked it over and over, and it tasted horrible, and I licked it some more. Finally, I thought it was clean all over, and even though I held it with both hands, it was still shaking as I held it up to her.

She didn't want to touch it, but she looked all around it and said, "Very good, Alicia. You will remember to keep your butt plug clean from now on, won't you?"

I let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, trying to wipe my tears away.

"And one more thing, Alicia," she said, looking down at me. "Do you love me?"

Oh God! I wanted to laugh in her face, but my aching butt told me not to. I knew I couldn't make the same mistakes again. So I mumbled, "Yes, Mistress."

"I thought so," she said. "After all, I am your only sister, and there is a special bond between sisters. That's why I always knew I was right to make you into a girl. Now be a good little girl, and tell me how much you love me." Then she stared down at me, waiting for my answer.

By now the butt pain had subsided enough for me to think clearly. My sister would never miss a chance to grind my face into the dirt. As tears spilled down my cheeks, I looked up at her, clasped my hands together over my chest and said, "Mistress Katherine, I love you with all my heart! I love you more than the Moon and the stars!"

"Oh Alicia, that's so sweet of you! Now be a good girl and clean yourself up," she said. Then she got up and practically skipped on her way out of the room.

Some things are even more humiliating than having a cock stuck in your mouth, or shoved up your ass, and my sister was a master of all of them. Or a mistress of them. She was mistress over me, anyway, and we both knew it.

When I went upstairs, Sandra took one look at me, went and got some salve, and smeared it on my butt before she put me to bed. But at least the salve was soothing, and my butt felt a little better.

In the days ahead, I was true to my word. I was a very good little girl, cheerfully doing my housework dressed in my pink satin maid's uniform, my wrists bound in front of me, and my ankles hobbled by chains. But if Kathy ever spoke to me, I was eager to serve her in any way I could.

One evening, she said, "Alicia, brush my hair."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, and did so until she waved me away. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you for letting me brush your hair!"

Then a few nights later, my sister actually let me watch America's Got Talent with her. She was sitting on the couch, holding the leash attached to the collar around my neck. I knelt at her feet, wearing my cute little baby blue sailor suit. My hands were tied behind my back, but the ropes were snug, and not tight.

During a commercial, she tugged on my leash. "Alicia, get me a Coke," she said. "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, and struggled with my bound hands to get my feet under me. As soon as I got my balance, I hurried to the kitchen as fast as I could with my hands tied behind me. I had to turn my back to the refrigerator to get it open, but then the only cans of Coke were behind other jars and bottles, and I really had to work to get my hands that far inside.

I finally got my hands on a can of Coke, and tried to run back to my sister, my leash swinging in front of me. "Mistress Katherine, I'm sorry it took me so long," I said, turning to offer her the can of soda. "Would you like to beat me?"

"Not this time," she said, taking the can and opening it. "Kneel!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, and leaned my cheek against her leg like a good little puppy.

Then she actually patted me on the head, and said, "There may be hope for you yet."

I felt relieved that she had come around, and I wasn't even going to be punished for my clumsiness. At least not this time.

When the show ended, Kathy asked me, "Did you enjoy the show, Alicia?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine. Thank you for letting me watch television tonight," I said.

"Oh, I enjoyed spending this time with my sweet little sister," she said. "Now turn around so I can untie you."

I squirmed around on the floor to kneel with my bound wrists presented to her.

"By the way, I've met someone new. He's really cute, too."
"You have a new boyfriend, Mistress?" I asked. "That's wonderful."

"He's a big guy, really tall," she said, starting to work on my ropes. "But when I saw the big bulge in his pants, I thought of you!"

I froze.

She must have noticed me tensing up and said, "Oh, don't worry. Of course he's not gay. He's not going to be trying to stick that big thing up your butt."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know you much prefer sucking cocks anyway, and Sandra told me you need training on bigger dicks, so I thought this would be perfect for you. I haven't told him about my little sissy sister yet, but I'm sure he'll be OK with it. I mean, what guy is going to turn down a blow job? And you need to practice deep-throating cocks anyway, so it works out for everyone."

It's a good thing I had my back turned to her because the look on my face must have been some mixture of shock and sheer terror. "Um, Mistress, you don't have to do this for me," I said. "I wouldn't want to come between the two of you."

"Nonsense, Alicia," she said, loosening the last rope. "Sisters share, right?

Then she pulled the last rope free, and stood over me.

I didn't have any choice. I never do. So I did what any good little sissy would do. I knelt at her feet, looked up at her and said. "Thank you, Mistress Katherine, that is very considerate of you. Is there anything I can do for you this evening?"

"No, I'm going out to see some friends now. But Sandra is downstairs in the playroom, so go down there and see what she wants to do." Then she gave me a swat on my butt to send me on my way.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. "Have a pleasant evening."

So now I had another nightmare to deal with. My sister's new boyfriend was going to shoving his great big cock down my throat, and while I'm gagging on it, Kathy will be there laughing at me. And now I had to go down to the basement with Sandra, which could be scary. Kathy calls it a playroom, although for me that place was a dungeon. But I was determined to do whatever I could to stay in the good graces of my family.

Sandra was waiting for me. "Alicia, I believe you wanted to transfer to another school this year?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," I said. "I don't think it would be safe for me in my old school."

"I understand. A lot of kids there might not be very accepting of a sissy cheerleader."

I just nodded my head. She could be blunt when she wanted to, but her appraisal of the situation was spot-on.

"Well then, I'm sure you'll be happy to learn that we found you a new school. Actually Kathy found it, so you can thank her. But Ron and I spoke to the school officials, and it looks like a good fit for you. Have you heard of the Alternative Lifestyle School?

I shook my head. " I don't think so, Mistress."

"It's just a few blocks from here, you can walk there…oh, the popular name the kids have for the school is Fag High."

"Oh…OH," I said.

"It's for gay and transgender kids, kids that have been bullied at other schools. Really, just about every kind of weirdo that can't go to school anywhere else."

So that's me, I thought. "I see, Mistress," was all I said.

"There, there, Alicia," she said, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm sure you'll fit in, and you'll make lots of new friends!"

"I hope so, Mistress," I said, wrapping my arms around her.

"Good," she said. "Also, I learned some new Japanese rope techniques I'd like to experiment with. It's a hogtie, only you'll be suspended. Would you like to try that?"

So this was my life. I was a sweet little girl, a cheerful slave to my sister, a sex toy for her enormous new boyfriend, enrolled to start classes at Fag High next week, and to top it all off, my sister-in-law wanted to hang me from the ceiling by ropes. "Of course, Mistress Sandra," I said, smiling as broadly as I could. "I'd love to!"

The End