Sissy Slave’s Public Outing
By Deborah Jennings
In a Female Supremacist Party Academy for Gender Transformation an upper form dormitory was dark and silent, the sixteen girlys in it sleeping. Unknowingly though and minute by minute, they were all slipping into a deeper induced sedated sleep.
One of these girlys in a rubber sheet covered bed was the book shop owning dominatrix Anne’s slave. Who at this moment was free falling into a nightmare full of vivid images. Unable to wake, head tossing and turning, helpless, his brain and his thoughts were unable to escape the nightmare void he was plummeting into.
His male cock rigid, veins full, pulsing and his purple headed gland gleaming, being inspected, being fumbled, being discussed. The nightmare ensnared male felt his legs split apart and his ankles locked in stirrups and that he was bound to a clinical operating chair come table. He also felt that he was tilted forward and secured in a semi sitting postion, because when straining his eyes to look down his body he could see his rigid cock undergoing inspection. For some reason though he was unable to move, even beg, his naked body paralyzed.
The two female nurses come doctors inspecting him were completely glad in white latex cat suits, their living doll face masks, evil, emotionless and apart from their muffled cock discussion the only other noise was coming from their stiletto heeled footware.
Suddenly though the slave had been flipped over and tilted head down, legs still split. Then he felt a cold splurge of lube on his anus and then a latex cloved finger pushing into him. This single finger was joined by another and together they then explored and wiggled internally around in him, so causing his anus muscles to clench and relax. Those probing, massaging latex gloved fingers were then deftly removed and a black, flexible, fibre optic camera tube inserted, pushed in, then worked around the bound slaves anus to ascertain the exact where abouts of the slaves prostate g-spot. A small electro charge was then suddenly emitted via the end of the fibre optic tube and the slaves immediate and visible reaction to it confirmed that his g-spot had been found. Then all of a sudden an intense pain surged through the males prostate, balls, cock and loins. Whilst this pain slowly ebbed away the fibre optic, black lubed tube was slowly slid out of his rectum. Then without warning he was reverse flipped back to his original semi sitting position .
He then observed one of the nurses come doctors picking up and strapping to her wrist what seemed like a watch with buttons upon its face. After some pushing of these buttons the latex glad and masked nurses stood waiting for something to happen. A mounting tension ensued, a minute went by, then the slave understood what had been done to him. He shuddered and shook uncontrollably, the sensation and shock that surged through him even overriding his paralysis.
With another press of a bottom on the worn device, his prostate was again stimulated and then again, and again,…. again, until his milked prostate essence erupted and gushed, this being the slaves very first milked virginal ejaculate of prostate come. The slave was totally incapable and helpless in attempting to stop this forced milking or sensing when it was going to occur.
The worn wrist watch device was actually a transceiver. When worn the wearer was alerted to the presence of any F.S.P. slave with a prostate implant and that said slave was within the devices ten yards of range.
It was though completely down to the F.S.P. member wearing such a device as to whether they wished to stimulate and milk the male slaves micro chipped prostate completely, or to submit a slight shock so to painfully humble and humiliate the implanted male.
But this was totally dependent on the slave owners own programming regarding her own wants in any current running situation or in the future.
These various settings on the slave owners own device allowed the micro chip to be activated or deactivated and the number of times it could be triggered, and if other device wearing F.S.P. members could access and activate the chip, but these settings (as stated above) only the slave owner could set.
Tossing and turning the slave now slipped from this nightmare to another, whilst all the while his encasing tight cat suit gradually melded evermore onto and into him. The nightmare tormented slaves oily transparent cat suit crutch now smeared internally with hot, sticky, fresh, prostate ejaculate.
“Come on you slut, time for your first real public outting. I said come on ! Wait there while I lock the door, and stand up straight, you pathetic sissy, c.d,…… ,sl…..ut. Why wont you lock shut! ….got it. Now walk next to me on the curb side of the pavement.”
Dominatrix Anne’s slave in this nightmare was looking at himself dressed as a C.D girly and walking aside his dominatrix owner Anne. He took in familiar surroundings and observed a sun setting in a red sky, a warm summers night, twilight falling.
Dominatrix Anne his superior sexed Female Supremacist Party owner walked by his girly side, she looked stunning dressed as she was in black leather, knee high, Cuban heeled boots with affixed spurs. Tight shiny black leather trousers encased her fit, toned, muscled legs. The designed crutch of these trousers leaving the mound of her sex defined and prominent. Her leather encased sex emphasized by the trousers tailored design which plied open the crutch touching tops of her inner thighs, so displaying her superior female sex in a two inch wide, zipper defined crutch gap.
A skin tight, fine white woollen roll neck, long sleeve top, showed off her under wired and projected breasts, nipples hard sticking out. The tops tightness emphasising, enhancing, outlining, profiling those superb breasts of hers. A wide six inch black patent leather, buckle fastened, waist clincher drew in her already trim waist. Her shoulder length auburn hair silky, glossy. Manicured, varnished nails, blood red, lips glossed, blood red.
As they walked along the C.D. girly slave felt the total humiliation of being shown and exhibited as the conquered and converted inferior male he now was. In five inch patent black killer heels, he walked womanly, strutting like a fashion model. Fifteen denier black seamed tights sheathing his waxed, slim, womanly legs. The micro short tight black leather mini skirt he was wearing another substantive visual reference to his on going sexual transformation. Dominatrix Anne had chosen a tight black leather waist length, zipped, biker jacket top that she liked . The reason dominatrix Anne liked this particular top was its tightness, its enhancement, it’s emphasis of a 40 D.D silicone bust, her slaves own breasts were slowly developing though and with an impeding implant these would soon be of a simular bust size. And all this being aided by female hormones running rife through the male, destroying his maleness altering his appearance, altering his gender.
As dominatrix Anne tried to display her scantily clad girly C.D. in some near by streets. Anne was more than disappointed that they were only passed by just two cars and by not one walker. However at a busy town pub people sat at tables outside drinking so Anne walked her slut slowly by on the opposite side of the road. Then she made her slave C.D turn and look into a large estate agents front shop window.
“Stand with your legs apart, let these people behind you take you in. Let them see the advert you are for the F.S.P. and what eventually those suitable males over there will also be.” After a good minute dominatrix Anne ordered.
“Good, now come along”
Dominatrix Anne then led her slave to a near by empty public car park. They walked to it’s furthest corner where parked up was a top of the range Saab. The driver of it being the F.S.P. member and doctor Dr. Sarah Brown. Beside her in the car in the black leather reclined passenger seat was F.S.P. lesbo slave Jane.
Lesbo Jane’s passenger window was down and open. Dominatrix Anne acknowledged the doctor, then lent on the passenger side wing and beckoned her slut forward.
“Have a look inside slut. Now isn’t that what she deserves to be like.”
The girly then took in who lay reclined in front of her, he gasped it was his ex-wife.
“Oh my God ! What have you done to her ! ”
Ball gagged, and laid out in front of the ex husband was an almost totally naked enslaved ex-wife. All she had to wear was a black five denier body stocking with its tiny sex covering fifteen denier gusset.
Suddenly the girly grabbed hold of the cars side door.
“Argh…., argh…..no,,,,,,arg,….please, please, nooooo….”
Milked prostate come, slowly it began seeping down the inside tops of the girlys tight covered thighs.
Dominatrix Dr Sarah Brown said to Dominatrix Anne.
“These are going to be fun” as she again activated the girlys implant.
It not only continued to be a nightmare of a night for Dominatrix Anne’s girly, but also for the rest of the girlys of the upper form, literally.