Diabolical

Al's Summer Vacation

Chapter 5
Payback for a Bitch

"This is for making me have my hair done at the salon," I said, and smacked her butt. "I wonder how many of these you can take before you start crying," I said.

She tried to scream again, but now I could see the fear in her eyes, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

"I guess there's only one way to find out, right Mistress?" I snarled, grasping a handful of hair and jerking her head way back.

She tried to moan something, but I ignored her pitiful begging, pulled down her panties and whacked her again. I loved the sound the paddle made when it landed on her bare ass.

"And this is for making me dress like a girl," I said, and hit her in the same spot, leaving a nice big red imprint. "How'd you like that one, Mistress?" I sneered. And then Thwack! "That one was for letting Craig beat me up. What's this, do we see some tears now? We've barely gotten started."

My poor sister shuddered and bucked, but I held her good and tight. I wasn't going to let her go any time soon. "This one is for shoving a butt plug up my ass," I said, and smacked her the same cheek again. And then the tears started to flow.

"Is that the best you can do, Mistress?" I taunted her. "Looks like you can dish it out, but you can't take it. Well, this is for that sun tan on my chest." And I smacked her reddened cheek yet again.

I stopped for a moment to admire both my work, and the tears trickling down her face. Then I shook my head. "No, this isn't right at all. One of your cheeks is bright red, and the other one is still pale. We've got to make them match, don't you think?"

She moaned into her gag as she shook her head, and turned to look up at me with tears glistening in her sad eyes.

But in view of the recent past, I was fresh out of mercy. "I don't know how to make this red cheek pale again, but I do know how to color the other one," I said. "This is for making me suck Craig's cock."

And I hit her again. And again. And again. With my adrenaline pumping, I lost count, but I think I hit her seven or eight more times. Finally I stopped to rest, and my poor helpless sister was sobbing and writhing now, much to my delight. "How does it feel to be beaten up by your little sissy brother, Mistress?" I shouted.

But the commotion attracted our brother, and Ron came running into the room. "What's going on here?" he shouted.

It didn't take him long to sort things out, and set Kathy free.

"I'll get you for this, you little bastard!" she said, choking on tears.

I spent that night chained to my bed wearing nothing but padded leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. The next morning, I awoke to find Sandra dressed in a black leather suit, and shaking me.

"What are you doing here?" I said.

"I came to teach you some manners," she said, and unchained me from the bed. With my wrists bound in front of me, she grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me out of bed. "Ow," I screamed, "take it easy-"

Then she slapped me across the face, and pulled me close to her. With one cheek burning, and the other one pressed against her soft leather jacket, I was wide awake, and she had my full attention.

"You're going to get rid of those masculine habits of yours today," she said.

Naked and bound, she dragged me off to the bathroom, and threw me into the little chair in front of the vanity mirror.

"You need a shave," she told me.

"But I'm not old enough. I don't have to shave."

"You do where I'm going to shave you. This body hair of yours is so unsightly," she said. "No young lady should ever have hair on her arms or legs."

I watched first in fascination and then in horror as she lathered my arm and used a disposable razor on me. It scratched and irritated me, but I wasn't about to let her know that. She went to do shave both of my arms and legs.

"That'll do for now," she said. "Does it hurt, sweetie?"

"It's not so bad," I shrugged.

"Then you better get used to doing it yourself every week from now on. We could some hair remover to make it easier on you, but why waste money on a little bastard like you?"

I didn't know what to say, and she went on, "that's a nice sun tan you have on your chest. You must look lovely in a bikini."

Silently I glared at her.

"Oh, you're so beautiful when you're angry," she cooed. "And now I'm going to make you even more beautiful."

She picked up a pair of tweezers, and held my head firmly. Slowly, she plucked a hair from my eyebrow, making me wince. And then another and another. I squeezed my eyes shut, not only from the pain, but from the fear that she was changing my appearance permanently. The tan lines on my chest were bad enough, but now I wouldn't be able to show my face without looking like an effeminate little boy. I suffered in silence until she was through.

"There, don't you look cute?" she said, turning me to face the mirror. I was horrified to see the thin feminine arch of my plucked eyebrows.

"Now even if you tried to dress up as a boy, you'll still look like the sweetest little sissy in town. Imagine what real boys will do to you once they see that darling little face of yours!"

I barely had time to consider my fate when she gathered up my hair with a curling iron.

"Now what?" I moaned.

"You're going to have an important visitor today, sissy. I'm going to tighten your curls a bit because I know you want to look nice."

And she went on to fix my hair, finally leaving me with a head full of soft curls hanging to my shoulders. I wrinkled my nose as she started applying a foundation.

Finally she said, "I think some blush will really bring out your cheekbones."

My mouth open, I turned my head from side to side, my gaze fixed on the mirror. I wouldn't have believed it, but from the neck up, my reflection in the mirror was that of a girl.

"I see you approve," she whispered to me. "But we aren't done yet. Part your lips."

Still in a haze, I did so willingly, and she applied coral lipstick. I licked my lips, and I saw them glisten as she turned me around. Reluctantly, I turned away from my reflection, and she brushed my cheeks. At last she announced that her work was done, and let me look at myself. She'd covered up my bruises, and I gasped as I stared at the rosy red blush on my cheeks. I reached up to touch my face with my bound wrists, just to make sure it was really me.

But Sandra caught my wrists and pulled them away. "Musn't smudge your makeup, sweetie. Now let's see if your sister may have some ideas about dressing you."

Suddenly my illusion burst. After what I did to Kathy last night, I was going to be in big trouble now. Whatever ideas my sister had, they weren't going to be good ones. Sandra led me back to my bedroom, where my brother and sister were waiting.

"Well, look at you," Kathy said, as she studied my face. "You never looked that good as a boy. I think you're going to make a fine little sister, though."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"It's not me you need to worry about," she said. "Wait till you meet Donna."

"Who's Donna?" I asked.

But it was Ron who answered. "It's become clear that I can't take care of the two of you by myself," he said. "And this house is getting to be a mess. So we need some help around here."

"What kind of help?"

"I've hired a governess to run the household," he said.

"A governess? What's that, someone who takes care of kids?" I asked.

"Yeah," he snapped. "She'll take care of you."

Chapter 6
A Leash For Alicia

Kathy made me wear just stockings, panties, and the awful white corset. Then without any outer clothing, she took me downstairs, where Sandra was waiting for me with another woman. Sandra introduced me to a tall, heavily-built woman, whose black hair was tied back in a bun. Her name was Donna, and in her shapeless blue muumuu, she looked like she could play linebacker in the NFL. Even more ominous, she was a friend of Sandra.

I was glad to see Sandra leave, but now I faced this hard-looking woman in my living room.

"My name is Donna, and I'm going to make sure that you're a well behaved little slave girl. Is that clear?" she asked me.

"I'm not really a girl," I said. I figured I'd better set her straight before she got the wrong idea about me. "They just made me wear these clothes."

Donna suddenly pulled me close by a handful of hair, and slapped me across the face. I'd never been hit so hard in my life. My head snapped to the side, and my knees buckled. My eyes rolled back in my head as she held me up by my hair.

"Don't you even know how to curtsy, child?" she asked.

By now my head had stopped spinning. "I'm sorry," I begged. "Please don't hit me like that again,"

"Listen to me, little sissy," she said, lifting me on my tiptoes. "You will speak only when spoken to, and you will address me as Mistress Donna. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Mistress Donna," I stammered.

"You are going to be a good little slave girl, or I will beat you day and night, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I responded, nodding my head feverishly.

"She needs a new name," Donna said. "We can't very well call her Al. How does Alice sound?"

I was ready to agree to anything at this point. If they wanted to call me Bubbles or Sissy, it would have been fine with me.

But Kathy interrupted before I could say anything. "I think Alicia is better. A-li-ci-a is a pretty name," she said, pronouncing all the syllables.

"Very well," Donna said, turning to me. "Your name is Alicia, you are a sweet little slave girl, and all you care about is looking pretty so that boys will like you. Now repeat that back to me."

I gulped and gasped for air, and then addressed her as Mistress Donna, and professed my love for my new name, my new sex, and my humble ambition in life.

"I've brought you a new outfit," she said, holding out a black satin minidress trimmed in white lace.

"Thank you, Mistress Donna," I said, and hurried as best I could in the corset to step into the dress. It felt so soft against my skin that I almost forgot how it made me look.

Then she spun me around, and tied a white cloth around my waist. I had to stare at it for a moment. It was an apron. "But 3; but this is a maid's uniform, Mistress Donna!" I cried in dismay.

"Yes, little slave," Donna said. "Do you have a problem with that?"

I turned to my brother for help. "Ron, I'm not a maid. I don't know anything about being a maid."

"You'll learn," he said. "There's no point in having you gather dust around here while you're bound and gagged up all day. At least this way you might learn a new skill."

For a moment I was speechless. A split second later I was on my back, my ears ringing again. My head lolled from side to side until my vision focused, and I could see Donna standing over me. With my head turned, I hadn't seen her slap me again.

"Don't ever turn your back on me, Alicia!" she snarled. Then she grabbed me by my pretty lace collar, and sat me down in a chair. I was still light-headed, when she squeezed a pair of tight shoes on my feet, and yanked me to my feet. "Do you like your new shoes?" she demanded.

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I squeaked, waving my arms for balance. Not only were these shoes tight, they were making me lean forward.

"Those are three-inch [7½cm] heels. You'll do all your housework in them. When you get used to them, I'll give you something higher."

Higher? I was about to fall over in these things. But then she pinned a frilly white maid's cap on my head, and commanded me to walk over to the mirror.

Kathy looked like she was about to die laughing. "Take a good look at yourself, Alicia!" she said.

I had only wobbled a couple of steps when Donna grabbed my arm. "That is not how a young lady walks. And even though you're a slave, you're going to walk like a lady."

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I mumbled.

"I like that," Kathy said. "Can I make the little sissy call me Mistress Katherine?"

"I don't see why not," Donna said.

I let out as big a sigh as the corset would allow. Mistress Katherine. It just doesn't get any better than this.

"Then let me show this cute little maid how to walk," Kathy said, and took me by the arm. "Now put one little foot directly in front of the other, and sway your hips and shoulders." Then she did an exaggerated walk I'd seen fashion models do on a catwalk.

Reluctantly, I took a tiny step, and then another, swaying each shoulder as I put that foot forward. And after several mincing steps, I hobbled over to the mirror.

"By George, I think she's got it," Kathy said.

Now I could only stand in front of the full length mirror, admiring my reflection. There stood a pretty maid with aching feet, my smiling sister beside me.

"Kath-uh, Mistress Katherine, why do I have to wear these high-heeled shoes to do housework?"

"That's to get you used to them. See, you'll want to wear high heels when you go out with boys."

"When I go out with boys? I can't go out dressed like this."

"Not like a maid, of course. But when you're wearing a dress or a gown, you'll want to have a nice looking set of pumps to go with it."

A dress or a gown? On me? "But these shoes hurt, and I can hardly walk in them."

"Do I have to explain everything to you? If you were a real boy, you'd know that's the idea, sweetie. Boys know that when you're on high heels, you can't run away from them. If they chase you, you won't get far. And since you've deliberately worn those heels, you must want the boys to catch you, right?"

"But 3;"

"When a boy sees a girl teetering on high heels, he knows she's looking for action. And the higher the heels, the more helpless she's made herself. But these heels will do for a start."

I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. "But this is getting worse all the time," I cried.

"You should have thought of that last night," Kathy said. "I have to take you to the shopping center. You really need a new dress."

"I can't buy a dress!"

"You can't go on wearing your big sister's hand-me downs, either," Donna snapped at me.

"That's right," Kathy said. "You deserve better. So we're going shopping tomorrow."

"But for now, you're enrolling in charm school," Donna said.

"Charm school, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

"Think of it as Mistress Donna's Charm School. It's for sissified faggots," she snarled at me. "You're going to learn how to act like a sweet young lady tonight."

I swallowed. "Yes, Mistress Donna," I squeaked.

I spent the rest of the day learning how to behave myself. I had to stand like a lady with my ankles together. How to sit like a lady, smoothing out my skirt first, and crossing only my ankles, never my legs. I had to curtsy over and over until I learned to do it gracefully. If I wanted to laugh at dinner, I had to turn my head and giggle like a proper young lady. But hardest of all was learning to stand and walk on high heels.

After dinner, Donna had gone for the day, and I was rinsing the dishes when Ron passed by. Somehow, I had to get him to help me.

"Ron," I called to him. "Donna hates me even more than Kathy."

"I think you'll find Donna's really easy to get along with. You just do everything she tells you to, and you'll get along with her just fine. And there's a lot you can learn from her, Alicia."

"Not you, too," I groaned. "Please don't call me that."

"Now there's the problem. You still haven't accepted your new life, and that's only going to make things harder on yourself."

"But Ron, they beat me. They made me suck Kathy's rotten boyfriend. They dress me like a girl. Like a maid! I can't do this any more. If you don't make them leave me alone, I'm going to call the police!"

And Ron's expression hardened. He stepped forward, and at 6-foot-2 he towered over me. "Tell you what, Alicia, we can do that right now. I'll call the cops and tell them my little faggot brother isn't happy with his new clothes. Cops love faggots, you know. Who do you think they'll believe? You, or the rest of us?"

"What 3; what do you mean?" I stammered.

"The neighbors saw you come home from the park in a dress. Your hairdresser and others have already seen you out and around dressed as a girl. Everyone thinks I have two little sisters. Wait until you try to explain that to the cops. Maybe they'll send over a big black cop to investigate. Then you'll have a great big cock to suck on. Does that turn you on, faggot?"

I swallowed, and had to fight back the tears. "No, please don't," I begged. "I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone."

"Good girl," he said, patting me on the head. "You've got a lot to learn this summer. What IS your name, anyway?"

"My name is Alicia," I said.

"Isn't there more, Alicia?"

I averted my eyes, and mumbled, "I'm a sweet little slave girl, and all I want to do is look nice so the boys will like me."

"Glad we got we settled, cutie," he said. "Now finish doing the dishes."

My last hope was gone, and I had pissed off my brother now. I finished the dishes, and went upstairs. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, and forget today had ever occurred. But Kathy was waiting for me in my bedroom. She stood near the bed with a leather strap coiled around her hand.

"Get on your knees, and crawl over here, sweetie," she said. "I've got a present for you."

I let out a sigh. It was time for her revenge, and I was too tired to do anything about it. Besides, I probably deserved it. Silently, I crawled and knelt at her feet.

She unwrapped the strap, and it turned out to be a leash with a collar attached. A leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck. "There," she said, "there's nothing quite like a collar to say I own you. Isn't that right, little slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said, hoping she'd appreciate my formal address. At least with the leash attached to my neck, she wasn't going to beat me with it.

"And I've got something else, too," she said, holding up a hairbrush.

I said nothing, but waited for an explanation. The hairbrush might sting, but I was sure she could find worse things to hit me with.

"Come over behind me, slave girl," she said, and as I did so, she handed me the brush. "You're going to brush my hair now."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said in surprise.

Then she gingerly sat down, squirming a bit as she did so. "For some reason my rear end is sore today. But I know the last thing in the world you'd ever want to do is to cause your only sister any pain, right sweetie?"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. She had given me a hairbrush, and then sat with her back to me, just daring me to take advantage of her as I had done last night. And she knew I wouldn't. I couldn't. Yes, I was afraid to, but the truth is I thought I might be better off if I could get on her good side. If she had a good side. Maybe if I were nice to her, she'd take it easy on me. Ron sure wasn't going to help me. So I gently brushed the ends of her hair. My own hair was long enough that I knew how to avoid snags.

"Very good," she said. "You may be useful for something after all."

Her hair was beautiful: the same color and texture as mine, but it felt softer and silkier as I ran my hands through it. She must use a conditioner or something, I thought, as I took long strokes with the brush.

Finally, she said, "that's enough." She took the brush from me and said, "from now on, you will be my personal slave girl, and you will wait on me hand and foot. And if you ever hit me again, you will become a girl for real."

"For real?" I asked.

"This morning I asked Sandra about the cost of having a sex change operation. She knows a doctor who will perform the operation for $15,000, with no questions asked. It's a lot of money, but Ron says we can afford it, if that's what it takes to keep you in line. They'll cut your little dick off, and give you breast implants, so you'll have a real pair of titties."

"Please, Mistress Katherine, don't do that to me. I promise I'll do whatever you want. I'll brush your hair every night if you want."

She tugged on the leash, put her hand on top of my head, and pushed me to my knees. "Then kiss me good night," she said.

I kissed both of her feet, and she tied me to the bed.

"You'd better get some rest, because you've got a big day ahead of you tommorow."

"What 3; what are you going to do?"

"We're going shopping tomorrow. We both know you're just my slave, but the rest of the world is going to think you're my sister. And I do want you to look pretty."

She turned off the light, leaving me bound in the dark. Beating me at home wasn't enough for her. Now she had to humiliate me publicly.

Chapter 7
Born to Shop

I didn't sleep well that night. I wasn't used to the collar around my neck, and the leather cuffs binding my ankles and wrists didn't help any. That morning Donna told me she was not happy with my progress, and informed me that I would be bound every night until I behaved like a good little girl. The next morning after breakfast, Kathy said, "Alicia, your hair looks lovely this morning, but you still need a new look."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out at the shopping center. I've picked out your clothes," she said, pointing at a white blouse and pleated skirt. "You'll wear those three-inch [7½cm] heels from your maid's uniform."

"But I can't go outside dressed like that!"

"Sweetie, every time you go out dressed like a boy you get beat up. This way we can save some wear and tear on your face."

Gee, I would never have thought of that.

"Besides, you came home from the park in a dress, didn't you?" she continued.

"But that was different! I didn't have any choice!"

She grabbed my hair, and slammed me against the wall. "Like you have a choice now?"

A half hour later she had marched me to the shopping center. Our first stop was at a manicurist, and my feet were aching already.

"But I thought we were going to buy a dress," I complained.

"My, aren't you eager? We'll have plenty of time to find you a dress. But first you'll have to have your nails done."

"But I don't want to go in there!" I pleaded.

"What you want isn't important," she said, opening the door and shoving me inside. "Jennifer recommended this place."

The shop was empty except for a young brunette named Lynn, who greeted us with a smile.

"I'm Kathy," my sister said. "Jennifer at the salon said you could help me."

The girl's face lit up. "Of course!" she said, and then turned to me. "And you must be the little sissy!"

My jaw dropped. I tried to turn away, but Kathy took my arm and pushed me forward. "Alicia wants her nails done in the brightest red you've got," she said.

"An excellent choice for a sweet little girl," Lynn said cheerfully. "You'll look adorable, just you wait and see."

Lynn sat me down at a Formica counter, took my limp hand, and started filing my nails. "So how long have you been dressing like a girl, sweetie?"

I rolled my eyes and looked at Kathy.

"Alicia's always been a little faggot, but she's just started dressing the part recently. She wants to have her nails done so the boys will notice her."

I groaned, but I didn't dare start an argument under these circumstances.

"Oh, that's so cute!" Lynn squealed. "I can help with that. I have a friend who manages the clothing store two shops down. There's lots of pretty dresses to choose from. While your nails are drying, I'll let her know to expect you."

So now someone else would find out about me. I felt so miserable as she lacquered my nails. One by one they turned a glossy red.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Lynn asked Kathy.

"Have you finished Alicia already?" Kathy asked.

She'd finished me all right. I was never going to get this stuff off. My sister admired her own nails, a much more subdued shade of pink, and said, "oh, I'm happy with this color. It's not as exciting as Alicia's bright red, but then she's more adventurous than I am. I never know when the little sissy might try to steal a boyfriend from me!"

They both laughed and laughed while I put my head in my hands. Then Lynn excused herself, and I stared at my new nails, hoping they'd dry faster. A few minutes later Lynn returned and said, "it's all arranged. I told Barbara at the dress shop all about you."

As soon as we got outside, l begged Kathy to let me go home.

"Sweetie, we'll do no such thing. They're expecting us at that store."

"But I don't really need a new dress."

"We don't have to buy anything, you little sissy. Girls love to shop, so you'd better get used to that. Besides you'll get to try on all those pretty dresses. Won't that be fun?"

Inside the dress shop at the front counter, we met Barbara, an attractive thirtysomething brunette with straight shoulder length hair.

"Oh, you must be Alicia," she said, grinning at me. "Lynn told me about you, but I had no idea you'd be so cute."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Alicia's looking for a pretty dress for the summer," Kathy said. "Something that will turn a boy's head."

"Oh, good!" she said. "So you're not just into fashion. You really do want to be a girl!"

I made a face, and Kathy elbowed me in the ribs.

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"I'll find you something with lots of bows and lace," she said as she escorted me inside.

I spent the next hour trying on one frilly dress after another. They made me strut up and down as I modeled anything a fashionable little girl might wear. My feet were killing me, and I just got more and more disgusted.

"Can't we go home now?" I begged Kathy.

"But we haven't found the perfect dress. If we don't buy anything, we'll have to come back again tomorrow and shop all over again. Would you like that, little sissy?"

"Just pick something, and let's get this over with, OK?"

Kathy selected a low cut black dress that ended around mid-thigh, and was slit all the way to the waist. It was practically an invitation to rape.

I frowned, but decided to make the best of it. "All right, can I have that one?" I asked Kathy.

"That's 'may I', you ignorant little slut. Donna will hear about this," she said.

"I think you'll get lots of attention in that dress," Barbara said. "Try it on."

I hurried to try on the sleazy black dress. Anything to get out of here.

"You look hot," Barbara gushed when I returned, as she spun me around.

Kathy dragged me in front of the mirror, and giggled. "The boys will be all over you in this. We'll take it!"

Finally I was free. "Let's get out of here," I moaned as we left.

"Not just yet, sissy. We have to stop by the jewelry store for some earrings."

"But my feet hurt. Why do you need earrings now?"

"Not me, silly. They're for you. But first you have to have your ears pierced."

I gasped and held my earlobes.

The sign in the window of the jewelry shop said, "Ears Pierced - With or Without Pain."

"This looks like the place," Kathy said. She knocked on the door, a buzzer went off, and Kathy pushed the door open. The store owner was a young blonde woman named Cecilia. She was pretty enough, but she had a stern expression on her face, and her hair was tied back in a bun. She looked like she was pissed off at the world. On her white jacket was a button that said, "I used to miss my ex-husband, but my aim is improving."

"My sister Alicia wants to have her ears pierced," Kathy said, as we sat at the counter.

"How nice," she said, walking around the counter. "Stand up and let me have a good look at you."

This woman made me nervous. The other shopkeepers made fun of me, but they weren't nasty like my sister. I stood, and Cecilia took my chin in my hands. She seemed to be looking straight through me as she gently lifted my hair from my ears. "Your face has a nice shape, and you can wear your lovely hair up to show off your ears." Then her fingers traced gently over my Adam's apple, and I saw a hint of a smile on her face.

"So tell me, Alicia, are you sure you want to have your ears pierced?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, and then caught myself. "I mean yes, I'd like to. And without pain."

"It's just that you don't look very happy to be here. Usually little girls like you are all excited to have their ears pierced."

"She's just nervous about the pain," Kathy said.

"Are you sure this isn't something your big sister is making you do?" she asked.

"N-no, I really want to do this," I said.

"I just wanted to make sure," she said. "It's not every day we have a little boy come in here wearing a blouse and skirt to have his ears pierced."

My eyes got wide and my heart started pounding. Could she have found me out already? No, she must be teasing me. I laughed nervously, and said, "you must be mistaken." I turned to my sister, and said, "Kathy, she thinks I'm 3;"

The woman hit me with a slap that made the whole side of my face sting as my eyes watered. I held my face and looked up at her. Fighting back the tears, I said, "Kathy, she hit me! Let's get out of here!"

"I want the truth, or I'll call the police, and you can explain yourself to them. Are you a little faggot or not?"

I turned to go, but Kathy grabbed me, pulled my arms behind me, and spun me around to face that awful woman again. "You better tell the truth if you know what's good for you," my sister hissed.

"All right, I'm a boy," I said.

"No kidding," she said. She paused for a moment; she seemed emboldened now that Kathy wasn't going to defend me. "Do you like it up the ass or do you just suck cock?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I don't like to do anything like that."

She slapped me again, bringing tears from my eyes. "I'll say this for the last time. I want the truth."

"He likes to suck my boyfriend's cock," Kathy volunteered helpfully.

Now the woman sneered and backhanded my other cheek, snapping my head around. My sister held me fast, and I couldn't get out of the way. She slapped me again, and snarled, "the little faggot can speak for himself, can't he?" she snarled.

My ears were ringing, both cheeks were on fire, and tears spilled down my face. "Yes, I sucked her boyfriend's cock!" I blurted out. "I'm a boy! I'm a faggot! Please don't hit me!"

She calmed down and said, "I see why you wanted your ears pierced without pain, you little sissy. I've had eight-year old girls in here who were tougher than you."

I sniffled and tried to wipe my face as Cecilia dragged me over to a counter and forced me into a chair. Kathy sat next to me, and brushed my hair off my ears.

"You really like getting beat up by women, don't you?"

"Just by you, sis," I grumbled.

"Has the little sissy done anything to offend you?" Kathy asked. "She just seems to bring out the worst in everyone."

"I hate men," she said. "My ex-husband was the worst, but they're all bad. And I love hurting them, especially little wimps like this one," Cecilia said, pinning my hair back and swabbed my ears with something that made them numb. While she worked on me, Kathy wandered off to look at earrings. Mercifully, I didn't feel a thing, and the bitch had to tell me when she was done.

"There," she said, "you're done. I'll even throw in a pair of earrings, perfect for a little sissy like you." And then she clipped a pair of red plastic hoop earrings on me.

"Those are cute," Kathy gushed. "And when you get dressed up, we can get you something more glamorous."

"I can hardly wait," I groaned.

But things didn't get any better when I got home. I found that I had more to learn than just how to be a proper young lady.

"You've had enough fun shopping, young lady," Donna told me. "Now let's get to work."

Fun? She thought my shopping trip was fun? No matter, a few minutes later I stood before her in my maid's uniform.

"Would you take a look at yourself?" Donna shouted. "Haven't I told you how important your appearance is?"

I was all confused. I turned to view my reflection in the mirror. Black satin dress, apron, white lace cap. "I don't understand, Mistress Donna. I thought you wanted me to wear this."

The seams in your stockings are crooked. Your cap isn't on straight," she said. "You have a lot to learn."

Before I could apologize for the grievous crime of crooked seams, she pulled me over to a chair and threw me over her knee. She was going to spank me for this??

"But Mistress Donna, I didn't know any better," I protested. "I'll know next 3;"

I felt a sharp pain in my pantied butt. Then she hit me again. I strained to look, and saw she was using a riding crop on me. I winced and gnashed my teeth as I waited for the next one.

"If you say one word you'll regret it, slave," she warned me.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as she hit me three more times. I whimpered and moaned, but I didn't cry out. Then just as abruptly as she had begun, she threw me off her lap.

"Now go fix yourself up. Be back in ten minutes to vacuum the entire house. When you're done, you will dust all of the furniture," she said.

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I whimpered, wiping my face with my hands as I hurried upstairs to the bathroom.

I redid my makeup, made sure my stockings and cap were on straight, and ran back downstairs to present myself for her approval. My butt still ached, and I couldn't take another beating. She walked slowly around me, then turned my chin from side to side. My chin down, I prayed I had made myself look presentable. To my relief, she just pointed at the upright vacuum cleaner. Never had I been so delighted to start doing housework.

The vacuuming and dusting were just to get me used to my new responsibilities. I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and scrubbing the kitchen and bathrooms. By the evening, I was exhausted, and once Donna was gone for the day, I was allowed to eat dinner. After I had served my brother and sister.

"Glad you could finally join us for dinner, Alicia," Kathy said.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mistress Katherine. I was busy with my new job."

"All work and no play makes Alicia a dull dog," she said. "You need to get out and have some fun."

"I'm too tired to have fun," I groaned. "And I can't go out looking like this."

"Oh, but you worked so hard today, sweetie. Why, I was getting tired just watching you run around here. I think you owe it to yourself to have some fun."

I eyed her with suspicion. She was being very unKathy-like.

"I think you need to have a date," she said matter-of-factly.

"Mistress Katherine, I can't date anyone. I look like a girl," I said.

"And a very pretty one at that. Why do you think I took you shopping this morning?" she said. "Once you get into that little black number, you'll have boys drooling all over you." "Ron, please help me," I begged. "I can't do this. I can't be a girl on a date 3;"

"She's right, Kathy," Ron said. "She has a lot to learn before she pass for a girl."

Whew! I was safe, at least for now. I sat back in my chair.

"I didn't exactly say she had a date with a boy," Kathy said with a grin. "Arcadia wants to go out with the little faggot."

"Ron, I don't think that's such a good idea," I said, my voice cracking.

"And why not?" Kathy said with a huff. "She's my best friend, and everyone says she's a delightful girl."

"But Ron, every time Arcadia comes near me, I'm risking my life."

"All right, I've heard enough from both of you girls," he said. "Alicia, you aren't going out like that. Arcadia will spend the evening here with you. Kathy, you and I are going to see a double feature, so the two of them can be alone."

"Well, it's better than nothing," Kathy said, getting up to leave.

"And if you know what's good for you, little girl, you 'd better behave yourself tonight," he told me.

That evening I was all nerves, not looking forward to a date with Arcadia. Kathy made me get into my sleazy new dress, and inspected me closely.

"Mistress Katherine, why do I have to get all dressed up for Arcadia?"

"Because I want you to get used to looking your best. I'll give you two choices. You can wear this hot new dress, or I take it off you, and leave you here wearing nothing but ropes."

Not much of a choice. I gulped, and smoothed out my dress. "It goes nice with my shoes," I said.

A few minutes later Arcadia came over, wearng a pink sweater and a white skirt. She took one look at me, and covered her face as she blushed. "You and I are going to have a good time tonight, Alicia," she said.

"I think I'm overdressed," I said.

"Don't worry. We can put that outfit to good use," she said, opening her compact, "but I need to touch up your makeup."

She didn't explain herself, and I had no idea what she had in mind. With my appearance, and her general weirdness, I could only wonder where this evening would lead. She applied a deep rose blush to my cheeks, and painted my lips bright red. I checked myself out in the mirror; in this sleazy dress and overdone makeup, I was just asking for trouble. As soon as Ron and Kathy left, Arcadia got on the phone. I tried to listen in on Arcadia's half of the conversation, but it didn't do any good.

"It's all set, Alicia," she called to me as she hung up.

"What's all set? What are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

"We're going to double date. I invited a couple of boys over here for the evening."

My chin nearly hit the floor. "You did what? I can't go on a date with a boy!"

"But we've got nothing else to do," she said.

"You need a hobby," I grumbled.

"I already have a hobby," she said. "My hobby is boys."

"But Ron didn't say I could have anyone else over here!"

"Alicia, sometimes it's a lot more fun to break the rules. I know these two boys, and I'm sure we'll all have a good time."

"Three of us anyway," I groaned. "And what happens if they figure out what I really am?"

"Then the boys might be upset with you," she said, caressing my cheek. "If I were you, I'd try not to let that happen."

Oh, this evening was going to be one to remember. If I lived through it. "Who are these guys?" I asked. "How well do you know them?"

"So that's it!" she said with a devilish smile. "You just want to know who I'm going out with. You're jealous because I'm dating someone else, aren't you?"

I gaped at her. This was one strange girl. "What? You think-"

"Look, you may be really cute, but did you really think I could be happy without seeing anyone else? I mean, you can go out with other boys, so why can't I?"

"You 3; you can go out with anyone you want! Who did you invite here?"

"My date is Paul, and he's a nice kid, but your date's a real stud!" she gushed. "His name is Carlos, and he's a senior, my school's makeout artist. He's big and strong, and always wears a leather jacket."

"Uh, I don't think he's my type," I said. I didn't know what my type is, but I was pretty sure Carlos wasn't it.

"But you're going to do whatever he wants, aren't you? If you know what's good for you, you're going to make him very happy tonight. See, I'm Miss Prim and Proper in my sweater and skirt, while you're one wild vixen in that hot little dress of yours. So I figure he'll be perfect for you!"

Chapter 8
Double Date

A few minutes later the boys arrived, and Arcadia introduced me to Carlos. He was tall and dark, his long hair slicked back. "Nice outfit, Alicia," he said.

"Uh, thanks," I said, and flashed a nervous smile.

"Alicia, why don't you show Carlos the house?" Arcadia said. "That way Paul and I can have some privacy."

"Yeah, we can start with your bedroom," Carlos said, eyeing me.

I led him upstairs into my bedroom, and he pulled me close. I felt his strong arms around me, and as he pulled me against him, my face only came up to his chest.

"Arcadia tells me you're really wild. She said you'll do anything on a first date."

"Is that all she told you about me?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Is there more?" he said, grinning.

A lot more, I thought as I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away, but nothing he needed to know.

"Don't worry, I've got protection," he said, and took a condom out of his wallet.

"Uh, I've got my period now 3; maybe we could do something else," I said, licking my lips.

He didn't say anything, but he couldn't get out of his pants fast enough. I had him lie on the bed, and climbed up between his legs. His cock was limp until I started fondling his balls. As I rubbed, his penis started to grow, and when I raked my nails across his balls he let out a moan. This was a lot easier when I was allowed to use my hands.

He got hard almost immediately as I took him in my mouth. I flicked my tongue along has shaft, and his whole body spasmed and shuddered. In seconds he shot his load. I licked his cock clean, and kissed it. I was becoming one efficient cocksucker.

"Alicia, you've done this before," he said, smiling at me as he caught his breath.

"Maybe once or twice," I said. "But we'd better get downstairs. I'll meet you down there."

He got dressed and went downstairs, while I wiped my face and fixed my garish lipstick. The really gross part was picking the hairs out of my teeth. As soon as I got downstairs, Arcadia was waiting for me, and pulled me aside.

"So how big is his cock?" she asked.

This girl had a one-track mind. "Maybe six inches [15cm]," I whispered.

"Well, I've got some more good news for you," she said, grinning at me. "The boys are talking about your performance."

I gasped. "Carlos told Paul about me?"

"What do you expect? Boys talk about that stuff," she said. "Real boys, anyway."

I just glared at her.

"Don't get upset, sweetie. You haven't heard the good news yet. Paul wants the same thing you gave Carlos."

"Your date wants me? How am I supposed to do that?"

"I will admit, it could be a little sticky for you," she said.

I fumed silently.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I'll distract Carlos, and you can slip away with Paul."

"I don't know about this," I said, shaking my head.

But Arcadia went across the living room to see Carlos. "Turn on the Sega," she said, "we can play Mortal Kombat."

"I don't like to play video games," Carlos said, as he sprawled on the couch.

"What's the matter?" Arcadia taunted him. "Are you afraid to lose to a girl?"

"We'll see about that," he said, getting up.

Paul drifted over to me, and as Arcadia started the game, she winked at us. About a hundredth of a second later, Paul grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me toward the staircase. With Carlos engrossed in the game, we snuck upstairs. Up in my bedroom, I flashed a smile at Paul, and went down on him. He was just as horny as Carlos, and didn't last any longer.

When we got downstairs, Arcadia and Carlos were still playing their game, and they hadn't missed us. Finally the game was over, and the boys started making excuses about having to leave. I guess they had already gotten what they came for.

"I'm glad that's over," I said, after the boys were gone. "They never guessed about me."

"Of course not, you make a very convincing slut," she said.

"Thanks a lot," I said. "Do you have anything else in mind for tonight?"

"No, I ought to be going home, too," she said, taking a pair of handcuffs from her purse. "Of course, I can't leave you here unattended. Hold out your wrists."

I frowned, but did as she said. I held out my hands, and she locked the cuffs on me.

"Come on, I'm going to put you to bed," she said.

Now what? She led me upstairs to my bedroom, and tied my wrists to the headboard.

I laid there on my back, bound and still fully clothed, and she held out a white cloth.

"I brought you something. Open your mouth," she commanded me.

I did so, and she stuffed it in my mouth, gagging me. It had a strange taste as I worked it around in my mouth.

"I thought you'd like to clean my panties for me," she said.

I winced and shook my head.

"The thought of you sucking those two boys really turned me on, so I masturbated in my panties tonight. I'm afraid they're kind of yucky," she giggled, as she taped my mouth shut.

Now she tells me.

The following morning I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, clad in my maid's uniform, complete with knee pads and handcuffs, when Donna pulled me to my feet.

"Is something the matter, Mistress Donna?" I asked.

"Have you taken a look at your hair, slave?" she demanded.

I looked in the mirror, and saw a few stray hairs had gotten loose from my maid's cap, and fallen across my forehead. I pushed the hair aside, and said, I'll fix my hair right away."

"Don't bother," she said. "I have a brush right here. But first you're going to feel it across your bottom."

She didn't have to say anything else. I pulled up my minidress, and bent over her lap.

"This will teach you to pay more attention to your hair," she said.

She hit me a dozen times, beating me until I had to cry out. Finally she dragged me to my feet, and lifted me up on my tiptoes to face her.

"If I ever see your hair or nails or makeup isn't perfect, you're going to get more of the same. Only a lot worse."

"Yes, Mistress Donna," I sobbed.

From that moment on, I must have checked my hair and makeup a hundred times a day. I was paranoid that one hair would be out of place, or my lipstick might be smudged. No matter how busy I was with the housework, I always made time to check myself in the nearest mirror.

And that afternoon, Kathy came home. With Craig. For a while they just watched, as I hurried back and forth, doing housework and checking my appearance in the mirror.

"See what I mean?" I heard Kathy say. "She's such a sissy now that she can't pass by a mirror without stopping to primp and preen."

"Then let's give her something to do," Craig said. "We can give her an excuse to fix her lipstick."

I stopped in mid stride and turned to see Kathy and Craig exchange glances. Then Kathy approached me, unlocked my handcuffs, and then locked them behind my back.

"You need a break, sweetie," she said. "Why don't you go upstairs, and kneel next to your bed with your mouth open until Craig comes up to visit you."

How could I refuse an invitation like that? "Yes, Mistress Katherine," I mumbled.

"Mistress Katherine??" Craig said with a laugh. What, is the little faggot your slave now?"

"You don't think so?" she asked him. "Watch this! Alicia, crawl over to the stairs."

In dismay I sank to my knees, and swung one of them out in front of me. With my hands bound behind me, I could hardly crawl. Ever so slowly, I crawled across the room.

At least she let me walk up the stairs, and then I had to wait for the inevitable.

Chapter 9
Fun in the Sun

A few minutes later I heard Craig come upstairs, and I opened my mouth. He found me waiting for him facing the bed on my knees, mouth wide open.

"You know what, faggot," he said, unzipping his pants, "I'm kind of tired, so I think I'll just lie here and let you do all the work. If you want to suck my cock, you're going to have to work for it." And he lay on the bed flat on his back, his hands behind his head, and his cock flaccid.

I pulled myself upright, and leaned over his cock. The corset made it hard to move, and I couldn't use my hands. It was all I could do to reach his cock, and start taking it in my mouth. He just yawned.

I drew his cock in and out of my mouth, but to no effect. He wasn't even trying. Here I was, the little slave girl doing him a favor by sucking on his limp cock. I had to struggle for five minutes just to get him hard. Finally I stopped in exhaustion.

"Come on, you faggot," he shouted, grabbing me by a handful of hair. "Take it all in! Suck me until your jaw falls off!"

I caught my breath, and went down on him again. It took another minute of rocking back and forth, but I finally got him off, his cum splashing in my face and eyes.

"There, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, getting dressed.

But I had to stay there on my knees until the cum dried on my face before Kathy let me go fix myself up. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing the laundry and ironing clothes. I was becoming a regular little homemaker. I had just finished ironing when Kathy waltzed in, wearing a red one-piece swimsuit.

"Alicia, you've worked so hard today that I've asked Donna to let you take a break. Put on your little white bikini with your high heels. Nothing else," she said, and then added, "and because you've been such a good little girl, you may cuff your hands in front of you."

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said. Thank goodness for small favors, huh?

I went out to the pool and saw my sister sunning herself on a recliner lounge and reading a copy of Cosmopolitan. She was still wet from having been in the pool, her hair slicked straight back.

"Hasn't this turned out to be a beautiful day? The fog just burned off real late today, so it isn't too hot, but we can work on our tans together," she said, and handed me a palm frond. "Stand over here on my left, facing the sun.

I took the huge leaf and stood as she told me.

She smeared a dab of sun block on my nose and said, "We wouldn't want to burn that little button nose of yours, would we?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I said.

But she shushed me, and held a red ball gag against my lips. "No more words from you, little slave. Now take the ball. I picked it out to match your lipstick."

"Please leave me alone 3;" I started to say, but the scowl on Kathy's face made me think twice. I opened wide, and she worked the gag as far in as she could, tying it in place. This horrible gag stretched my cheeks and mouth out of place, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Now be a good girl and fan me, won't you?"

She was so polite. But then she didn't have to order me around any more. She knew I wouldn't dare step out of line again. I obediently waved the frond with my bound hands.

For the next hour, I fanned my sister, standing on high heels until my feet ached. The ball gag made my jaw ache so much that I couldn't help but moan. My hair was soaked with sweat, and I felt it trickling down my chest and back, too. The heat didn't bother my sister at all. Once in a while she got up to dive in the pool. But she was thoughtful enough to give me permission to stop waving the fan while she was in the pool.

Fortunately, by late afternoon the fog was rolling back in, and I had a chance to cool off. Kathy must have felt chilly, because she gave me permission stop fanning her. "Arcadia will be over any minute," she said. "I invited her over to give me all the juicy details of your date last night."

Just what I needed. God only knows what Arcadia would do to me when she saw me like this.

But she must have heard my moaning because she asked, "Alicia, is that gag bothering you?"

I nodded my head as vigorously as I could.

"Would you like a smaller one?" she asked, holding up a penis gag.

It looked like the penis gag had a much smaller diameter, so it had to be better than this terrible ball gag. I nodded again.

She untied the ball gag, and removed it. "All right, slave girl. Now say, 'please let me suck on that cock', and I'll give it to you. Otherwise the ball goes right back in."

I worked my jaw, trying to ease the stiffness that had set in. Finally, she lost patience and started to shove the ball back in. "Please let me suck on that cock, Mistress Katherine," I blurted out.

"Good girl," she said, and slid the penis gag into my willing mouth. After strapping on this smaller gag, she asked me to stand on the other side of the lounge facing her. "We want your back to get some sun, too, so all of your tan lines will show up."

I walked around and stationed myself as she told me, and started waving the palm frond. And that's when Arcadia showed up, in a red-and-orange bikini.

"Tell me all about last night," Kathy said.

"We had the best time," Arcadia said as she sat on the lounge next to Kathy. "Alicia got down on her knees for both of the boys."

"I wish we could have taped that," Kathy said. "In the future, maybe we can work out some kind of hidden camera."

And I had to stand there and wave the palm frond as Arcadia filled in Kathy on all the juicy details of our date. I thought the girls would never stop laughing.

"Let's go swimming," Kathy said, "and we can take her with us, too."

I looked up in alarm. She meant me. In the pool. With my hands bound.

"Of course, she can't wear handcuffs in the pool," Arcadia said.

"No, of course not," Kathy agreed, and she took the palm frond from me, and unlocked my handcuffs.

Whew! For a minute, I thought they were going to throw me in the pool like that. I rubbed my wrists, and moaned into the gag.

But then Arcadia pulled my arms behind my back, and I felt Kathy lashing my wrists together with cords. "Those handcuffs would rust in the pool. These ropes are much better."

I shook my head, and whimpered into the gag as the ropes bit into my wrists 3; They couldn't do this to me!

"Oh, now don't be such a sissy," Kathy said. "Once the ropes get wet, they'll loosen up a bit, and I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable."

And then each girl took an arm, and they led me to the shallow end of the pool. I spread my legs, and dug in my heels against the concrete, but to no avail. I was bound and outnumbered me, and they dragged me kicking and screaming to the edge of the pool.

"Now just for being a bad little girl, I'm going to tie your ankles, too," Kathy said.

They had me face down on the pavement, just inches from the water, and I screamed into the gag.

But they ignored my whimpering and begging, as Kathy tied my ankles just as tightly as my wrists.

"Now stop whining," she said. "Even like this, you can still do a dolphin kick."

Mind you, I'm a good swimmer. Very comfortable in the water. I grew up in Santa Cruz, a surf town. I've swam in rough water, and I've paddled out on my boogie board through strong surf. I even went through the Junior Lifeguard program. But on none of those occasions was I bound hand and foot.

"Shouldn't we take the gag out?" Arcadia asked.

"No, she'll just start screaming," Kathy said.

I shook my head. "No, I won't," I slurred into the gag.

"Besides, she loves having a cock in her mouth, even if it's only a rubber one," Kathy said. "Why, just before you got here, she begged me to put that gag in her mouth. Tell the truth now, sweetie. Isn't that right?"

My sister was so good at twisting things. I wish I could be half as sneaky as she is. But she had me, and I nodded my head.

"All right," Arcadia said, "then let's go."

And the two girls pulled me to my feet, and left me standing precariously at the edge of the pool as they dove in. I stood there shivering, the ropes biting my wrists and ankles.

"Come on in, Alicia. The water's fine," Arcadia called to me. Then she splashed water on me.

"Jump in right now, sissy, or we'll come out and get you," Kathy taunted me. And now both girls splashed water on my legs and chest.

I whimpered into the gag, but I wasn't going into the pool under my own power. And it didn't take them long to figure that out. They climbed out of the pool, and grabbed me. Kathy took me under the armpits, and Arcadia lifted my legs off the ground. Now I was airborne and completely helpless as they laughed and swung me back and forth. I looked up at Arcadia and made little squeals and screams, as they counted, "one, two 3; three!"

They heaved me into the air, and I soared up and then down. I blew some air out of my nose just before I hit the surface, sending water splashing everywhere. A moment later, I got my feet under me, and stood up. By the time I could catch my breath with the gag in my mouth, the girls were already in the pool.

"Shame on you for making us leave the pool and come get you," Arcadia said. "The air is colder than the water, and you made me feel chilly. Maybe we should huddle for warmth." And she pulled me close to her.

I shivered and trembled, as I stumbled in the water. Waist deep water is hard enough to walk in when your legs aren't tied together.

"Will you stop being such a big baby?" Kathy said. "We aren't going to drown you in three feet [90cm] of water."

"No, we've got the deep end for that," Arcadia said, nose to nose with me.

My eyes widened as I stared at her leering face. This girl was just crazy enough to do it. Helpless, I squealed as Arcadia pulled me backwards until I was floating on my back. Then she gave me a little push toward the deep end of the pool.

Bound and gagged, I looked from side to side as I saw myself floating out toward deeper water. I had to stay calm. As long as I didn't panic I'd be all right. I could float all day if I had to. I just had to breathe normally, despite the gag in my mouth.

As I drifted along the two girls climbed out of the pool, and dried themselves off.

"See you later, Alicia," Kathy called to me. "You did say you wanted me to leave you alone."

"Bye, sweetie. We're going shopping now with Donna, so you're on your own," Arcadia said, and blew a kiss to me.

I looked up at them in horror. They were going to leave me in the pool all tied up! With this gag in my mouth, I couldn't even call for help. Helplessly, I floated along, and saw the girls pack up and go. My heart started pounding; they couldn't leave me like this. But then I heard the car start up, and they drove off.

My heart sank. And how long would it be before the rest of me sank?

Chapter 10
Sink Or Swim

Trying to remain calm, I drifted along and stared up at the gray overcast sky. But then I bumped my head on the side of the pool. Startled, my face dipped in the water, and some got up my nose. My sinuses burned, and I struggled to get my head above water. Instinctively, I squirmed and strained against the ropes, but all that did was wear me out.

Coughing and choking, I finally got some air, and tried to tread water using just my bound legs. I was gasping for air, and sucking on the gag, but after a minute of trying to stay afloat, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even kick my legs any more. Finally I managed to flip over on my back and float, while I caught my breath.

I was lucky to get out of that. And now I was so tired that the next time I went under I might not make it back to the surface. After I rested for a few minutes, I had to come up with a plan. The girls were gone, and I had to get out of this on my own. I don't know how much longer I could last, so I had to try something. I was still in the deep end, but I managed to turn around to face the wall. I planted my feet on the wall, sucked in as much air as the gag let me, and pushed off.

I sailed through the water, and as my momentum slowed, I did a dolphin kick with my bound legs. It gave me enough of a push to make it half way across the pool. And that was far enough; the water was only four feet [1.20m] deep here. Slowly, I hopped along the bottom in chest-deep water until I got to the shallow end and rested. Luckily, the water had loosened the ropes a bit. No way could I get out of them, but at least the wet ropes weren't cutting off my circulation.

And that's where I waited for Kathy. A couple of hours later she found me sitting on the steps in the shallow end of the pool, neck-deep in the warm water.

"Nice to see you're still alive," she said. "But let me help you out of the pool; we need you to serve dinner."

She took the gag out of my mouth, and I shivered in the breeze, dripping wet. "I could have drowned in there," I cried.

"Oh, poor baby. You should have that before you beat me, little sister," she said, sneering at me.

"Was this your payback, just because I hit you?"

"Oh no, sweetie. I've got something else in mind for payback. Now hop to it," she said, and swatted me on my sore butt.

Still bound and shivering, I had to hop across the pool deck toward the house. And to think this wasn't enough revenge for her.

After dinner Donna left for the day, I looked forward to some peace and quiet. And some rest for my aching butt. But only after I cleared the dinner dishes did I learn that Sandra was coming over to spend the night with Ron. Trouble is, she wanted to see me, too.

Sandra found me in my bedroom, and wasted no time getting down to business with me. Moments after her arrival, she had me on my knees, still clad in my maid's uniform.

"You've become one uppity little bitch, haven't you?" she said. "What were you thinking when you beat up your sister?"

"She deserved it," I mumbled. I guess Kathy leaving me in the pool to drown wouldn't matter to Sandra.

"And bringing a couple of boys over here last night? I know boys turn you on, but did Ron give you permission to have friends over for the evening?"

"But Arcadia made me do it 3;"

"Trouble is, Ron's too nice to you. Even Donna and Kathy haven' t been able to teach you any manners. Why don't you get out of that cute little uniform?"

I was delighted to take off the symbol of my humiliation. But she had me strip down to my birthday suit, and then handcuffed my wrists behind me. Naked and bound, I stood looking up at her.

"Your skin is so smooth," she said, caressing my arms, and then running her finger down my chest to my navel. But you still have all this hair around that ugly little penis of yours. Don't you want to be clean shaven all over?"

"But no one ever sees that hair," I begged. "It's always covered."

"Wrong answer," she said. Then she used a small pair of scissors to trim my pubic hair.

"Please be careful down there." I said.

"Oh, what's the matter, faggot? What good is a shriveled little cock for a girl like you?"

I held my breath and watched her shave my groin clean.

"This is the only cock you need," she said, holding up a dildo. "And I know just the place for it. In fact I think you should wear one from now on!"

"No! You can't make me do that!"

"OH? And what are you going to do about it?" she said, and slapped me across the face.

My cheek stung, and I tried to clear my head. No sooner than I looked her in the eye did she smack me again. Same cheek, only harder. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I struggled to back away. But she grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me close again.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, and slapped me twice more.

I couldn't get away. I couldn't even move to escape the blows that stung my face. She squeezed my mouth shut, her fingers abusing my burning cheeks, and backed me up until I was pressed against the wall. She taunted me as she stood nose to nose with me, pulling my hair, and swatting my cock from side to side. Naked and bound, I was helpless as she tormented me. There was only one thing I could do. As she leaned forward I spit right in her pretty face!

I got her good, too! There was spittle all over her mouth and nose, even in her eyes. Her mouth dropped open. She stood straight up, wiping at her eyes. But she didn't get upset.

"I can see that we aren't making any progress here," she said in a calm voice. "Wait right here. I'll be back real soon."

I watched her leave, and then hurried over to the bed. I sat down, and then swung my feet up on the bed. I tucked in my legs, and tried to get my feet through my handcuffs to get my wrists out in front of me. But I was still squirming and writhing on the bed when Sandra returned, carrying a large bag.

"Time to stop playing with yourself, faggot," she said. "I've got plenty of stuff here to arouse you."

"Go away!" I screamed at her.

But she flipped me on my back and started lubricating the crack of my ass. "I wasn't sure what size butt plug you prefer, so this one will be perfect."

I turned to look back and saw a large rubber plug with a bulb attached. "Get that thing away from me!" I shouted.

"Don't you tell me what to do, slave girl," she said, and shoved it deep inside me. Then she thrust it in and out. "Is this the way you like it?" she asked.

I moaned with each thrust, fresh tears spilling down my hot cheeks. When she paused for a moment, I pleaded, "please leave me alone!"

But then the plug inside me began to swell. She was inflating it!

"Mistress Sandra, please, it's too big!" I whined.

"Poor baby," she said. "Get used to it, because you'll be dating boys bigger than this soon."

I sobbed and squirmed, trying to get comfortable with what seemed like a watermelon shoved up my ass.

"And now here's something so your mouth won't feel lonely," she said, flipping me over on my back, and waving a black ball with a leather strap in my face.

My eyes widened. It had to be two inches [5cm] across. "But I can't put that in my mouth," I protested.

"Open wide and say ah," she said, forcing it against my teeth.

I opened my mouth, and she pushed it in, stretching my jaw. Finally, she strapped it in place behind me head. I moaned and groaned through the gag as I squirmed and fidgeted.

"Now, how does it feel to have both of your holes plugged?" she asked sweetly.

All I could do was lie there, whimpering and kicking my legs.

"Glad you like it," she said. "Now let me explain the changes you're going to see around here. From now on you're going to work in your corset all day. And you're going to wear five-inch [12½cm] heels to make you look even sexier."

I groaned in dismay and shook my head.

"Oh yes you are," she said. "And I'm going to connect your ankles with a 12-inch [30cm] chain, just to make sure you don't try to hobble off in that cute little uniform of yours. But first I've got another surprise for you."

I didn't want any more surprises. I'd had my fill of surprises by now. But she showed me another butt plug. What could she want with another one?

"From the looks of your inflatable plug, you should be ready for this now."

She bent me over, forcing me to balance on my knees and face. As I gritted my teeth, she deflated my butt plug, and slowly drew it out. Fortunately, once she let the air out, it shrunk enough that it popped right out. But then she screwed in the other one, driving it in and out to make me buck and squirm. It was so big that I screamed into the gag, but finally I felt my sphincter muscles close around it.

"This is where it really gets to be fun," she said.

And then the plug started vibrating inside me! It was wedged in against my prostrate, and the buzzing was driving me crazy. This was a new feeling, and on some level it was arousing me. I felt my cock starting to rise.

Sandra grabbed my hair, pulled me up on my haunches, and stared at my growing erection. "So in spite of all your protests, our little faggot likes having a cock shoved up his ass after all!" she said.

I shook my head and murmured into the gag, but I couldn't help myself. In seconds my cock stood straight as a flagpole.

"We can't have any of that, Alicia!" she said in mock anger. "Bad girl!"

And then she took hold of my rigid cock, and pulled on it. I screamed at her, but all that got me was a slap in the face. My cheek stinging and tears in my eyes, the erection wilted.

"Now that's much better," she said. "And just to make sure this never happens again, I'm going to put this love strap on you."

It looked like a jockstrap, but with a fine wire mesh sheath. She pulled it through my legs, and tied the leather strap around my waist. Then she slipped my flaccid cock into the metal sheath, and pulled it through my legs, tying it in back of me on the leather belt.

"Presto!" she said, "no more erection. You'll find that you'll have to go to the bathroom sitting down from now on. Trying to have an erection will not only be impossible, it'll be painful."

Helpless, I could only stare at the perverse chastity belt around my waist.

"I know it'll be difficult for a slut like you to stop thinking about sex, and having erections, so we're going to work on that, too. See, since you spit on me, I figure you've got too much testosterone."

The glazed look in my eyes must have told her I didn't know what she was talking about.

"You little silly, I have to explain everything to you. Testosterone is very bad. It's the male hormone, and it makes you act like a boy. I'm going to give you estrogen, to make you act like a girl. You'll take one pill every day, and soon you'll start to act and even look more like a girl. Why, after awhile, you won't even want that ugly little thing between your legs!" she said with an evil smile.

A shudder went through me. Not only were they making me dress and act like a girl, now they were fooling around with my body chemistry.

"I hope spitting on me was worth it, little slave," she said, stroking my hair. "Now you'd better get some rest, because you've got a lot of work to do."

I was ready to climb into bed, but she had one more surprise for me.

"You're going to sleep in this from now on," she said, holding a red and white lace teddy up against my chest.

It was a bright red satin heart that covered my chest and tapered to a point at my groin. The back and edges were made of lace, and two spaghetti straps went over my shoulders.

"Where's the rest of it?" I tried to ask.

"It's made of spandex, and one size fits all. You'll look adorable in it."

She helped me into the teddy, sliding it against my smooth skin until it fit around me like a glove.

"Perfect!" she said. "Now get some sleep. You'll need all your strength tomorrow."

She left me there on the bed, bound and gagged. How was I supposed to get any sleep with that damn plug buzzing away inside me?

The next morning, Donna removed my gag and butt plug, and I showered and shaved. Yes, everywhere. The battery in the butt plug must have died, and I got a few hours of sleep. I looked awfully ragged, and had to do a lot of work to make myself look pretty. And when I finished my makeup and hair, Donna was waiting for me with a large pill and a glass of water.

"It's time to make you into a proper young lady," she said. "I've brought you a nice big glass of water. Now take this estrogen pill!"

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