The week had gone by. My legs were still smooth. I slid my hand inside my dressing gown and felt my hairless balls. I'd loved being forcibly dressed by Stephen and Shellie, but the vengeful man in me wanted to get my own back.
How could I find a punishment that Stephen wouldn't enjoy? He was into all sorts of kink. I doubted that there was anything he wouldn't do. I decided the only thing I could do was take his toys away, but that would be childish.
Maybe jealousy was the answer. Could I out-sissy a sissy? I was in better shape than him. He may be tall, but I was athletic.
I would need help, and the right opportunity to take his boyfriend away. This might even be fun!
Stephen's sister was very helpful and came around that evening. Her name was Veronica, but insisted I call her 'Ven'. I knew a bottle of wine would help my nerves, and she accepted a glass as well. I'd always liked the look of her. Without me telling her about last weekend, she understood my need for revenge.
After the first glass she told me she wanted to see what she had to work with. I took off my robe and stood for her.
'Why are you shaved Jon? Do you have something to tell me?'
'It was a joke played by Stephen.'
She walked around me, studying every piece of exposed flesh. 'When was that? What did the naughty boy do?'
'Last weekend. I was tied and he used a defoliant cream on my skin. It just washed straight off.'
'But your skin is beautifully smooth now!'
'I couldn't stand the itching so I kept using the cream and the moisturisers.'
'Well I like it. It'll make it so much easier to sissify you. Can you walk in heels?' She didn't wait for an answer, but stepped out of her tall strappy shoes. She handed them to me.
She watched as I sat and adjusted each shoe. They were beautiful, although I knew the steel buckle on the thong would be uncomfortable. When I stood it wasn't the buckle I had to worry about, it was keeping myself from toppling . I lurched forward and landed on my knees.
Twice more I fell.
'It'll take perseverance and rather a lot of discomfort, but you'll get it. Do you want to try?'
'Yes Ven. Thank you for your time.'
'Don't thank me yet. I have a hobble chain, a training corset and posture collar to put on you. They're to be worn all weekend. Are you working on Monday?'
'No. It's a home study day.'
'Good. Is it Stephen's rich uncle you're after?'
'Yes'
'I've gone along with Stephen to a fetish club where he was meeting him. It was extreme! A rubber body suit arrived by courier with instructions. He was fully covered from head to toe in heavy rubber kneeling at his masters feet. There were only two openings, the arse and the mouth. I think Stephen still has it.'
She walked into Stephens bedroom and I followed. She knew the combination to the chest at the foot of his bed. All sorts of interesting toys came out of the box. At the bottom she found it. She lifted out a black rubber suit.
'Well if you want to compete, you'll have to try this.'
'Let's try Ven.' I carefully took off my shoes and stood naked. She sent me to the bathroom to smother myself in talcum powder. When I came back in I saw that she had pulled the chest into the middle of the room and laid the suit on it. I lay face down on the opened suit and told Ven I was ready. All the buckles and hidden zips would be at my back.
'There's a bladder next to your mouth. Do you see it?'
'Yes.'
'Normally it would be forced in, but this is only a dry run. Take it into your mouth. No speaking from now on. Is that understood?'
The bladder inflated in my mouth until I couldn't move my tongue. I couldn't speak if I wanted to. I pushed my arms down the sleeves and found tight mitts at the end. She helped move my legs into place.
Strong heavy zips sealed me in. They came up each leg and from the top of my head to my waist. I was feeling hot, but at least I could breathe though holes at my nostrils. The wide strap that went around my waist buckled and locked. The similar strap at my neck had a stiff chin support keeping my head up. The only exposed parts of my body were my buttocks and cock.
'Time to stand up Puppy.'
I got up. I heard and felt a chain being fastened to my collar.
'Now. Down on the floor.' She raised my feet to my buttocks and locked them there. ' There will be no standing or talking, but you can whimper if you need to. It's time to lock away your little cock.'
She was behind me, spreading my legs apart, then she was pinching my cock at the root. My hard-on subsided. I flinched when a sudden cold seized my cock, than realised that my cock and balls were in ice water. She worked quickly. A steel ring went over my balls, stretching them cruelly. My shrunken cock slid into a curved tube that must have been attached to the ring.
