Beyond Sissy's Spa Day

This is the fifth installment in the "Beyond Sissy's Spa Day" series. The stories make much more sense when read in order. There is at least one more coming.

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Awakening to my alarm at 5:45 p.m. after a quick power nap, I needed just a moment to get my bearings. Naked, save for the omnipresent cock cage imprisoning my little penis, I reached from my bed to the nightstand to retrieve my cell phone and silence the alarm. Quickly grasping the fact that my tormentors/mistresses, my boss Katherine and her niece Monica, were due to arrive within the hour, I knew I had no time to spare.

The first order of business, as it was on most occasions when I prepared to face the cold, cruel world, was to select my panties. Though I hadn't done laundry for a while, there was still an ample collection of girlie undies in my lingerie drawer. Briefly wondering how much money I might have spent on panties over the years, I quickly determined that whatever figure it might be, it was well worth the cost, even if my wearing panties on a regular basis had helped land me in the rather bizarre predicament that I faced at this very moment.

Opting not to overthink it, I decided that with the very prominent tan lines I now had, as a result of my second visit to the Tease and Please Spa in less than a week, it would make sense to wear bikini panties that more or less coincided with the tan lines. I chose a black, lacy number that I had always felt did a fairly nice job of accentuating my butt.

There wasn't much I could do in regard to my tan lines up top, where I had been forced to wear a bra during my trip to the spa. Naked, the tan lines made me really look female, except of course that I had no tits. Especially with the cock cage, it appeared that I pretty much had no penis, either. And truth be told, given my lack of size, even uncaged, what I had was more akin to a sissy clit anyway. I had long since been painfully aware of that, of course, and the point had certainly been driven home soundly by multiple women over the past week.

I decided to dress rather casually, in a Hawaiian-style shirt, a pair of cargo shorts and flip-flops. I didn't figure my clothes would be staying on long, anyway.

Given the masturbation session at work Monday morning, in front of Katherine and Monica, as well as Katherine's administrative assistant, Brenda, and our director of human resources, Miss Evanston, I could only imagine what was in store for me tonight. My only real desire, and it was one hell of a strong desire, was that the women coming over to my apartment tonight would eventually uncage me and allow me to cum. They had denied me Monday morning, with Monica icing down my cock and placing it in the chastity device, and it had now been more than a week since I had blown a load. To say I was desperate would be a massive understatement.

I had barely finished dressing when I heard the doorbell.

Okay, this is it, I thought. Katherine, with whom until the past week I had always enjoyed nothing but a very good professional relationship, had orchestrated all of this. I knew that ultimately my fate, and any potential sexual satisfaction, was in her hands. Of course, for me, sexual satisfaction came only in the form of masturbation. Largely because of my embarrassingly small cock, I was certain, my experience with women was pretty limited, and I hadn't truly been with a woman for many years.

With my heart beating nearly through my chest, I opened the front door. There stood Katherine and Monica, or Mistress Katherine and Mistress Monica, as they had ordered me to call them unless we were in front of people who weren't privy to their command over me. Holy fuck, did they ever look good!

Katherine, a few years younger than me, as far as I knew, simply exuded class. With medium-length brown hair in a very smart style, she was 100 percent the powerful woman I had always fantasized about. I had known for a long time that I had submissive tendencies, and in recent years, I had realized that the more apt description of me was sissy. Younger, in her mid-20s, I would guess, Monica was also brunette. God, how I loved brunettes. Though they were smaller than those of her aunt, Monica's breasts definitely caught my eye in her low-cut top. I felt stirring in my black bikini panties.

"Good evening, Danni bitch," Monica said, handing me two shopping bags full of exactly what I wasn't sure. "Invite us in."

The women laughed at the fact that I was obviously uncomfortable. Apologizing, I ushered them through the door and into my modest apartment. Fortunately, given that somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 more women were due to arrive fairly soon, my living room was fairly spacious.

Katherine and Monica bounded through the front room and into the kitchen, with Katherine also carrying a shopping bag. She set hers down on the breakfast bar, so I did the same with the two that Monica had handed me at the door.

Peering around the apartment as if she seemed to be exploring, Katherine spun suddenly toward me.

"Very good, Danni," she said. "I see that you heeded my instructions to clean your place very well. I mean, I don't know what it looked like before, but it is quite nice now. I am very impressed.

"Wait a second. Did you hire someone to come in and clean?"

"No, Mistress Katherine," I said. "I did it all myself. Honest."

Monica, meanwhile, turned her attention away from organizing things in the kitchen to join the conversation.

"Oh, Auntie Kat!" she exclaimed. "Don't his nails just look marvelous? What an absolute little sissy bitch!"

Of course, after having sent me to the spa the previous weekend for a full Brazilian wax, Monica had made me return not only for the tanning session, but also for a pedicure and manicure. I had been quite reluctant to have my fingernails done, but threatened in a roundabout way yet again with the potential loss of my job, I had had no choice but to submit. Pink, sparkly polish glistened from both my fingernails and toenails, the latter also readily apparent given my perhaps unwise choice to wear sandals. The thing was that in some strange, seemingly uncontrollable way, almost as if I were hypnotized, I had become much less cognizant of trying to hide my newfound femininity.

Just then, the doorbell rang again.

"Go greet your guests, slut," Katherine said.

Upon opening the front door, I saw my neighbor from two doors down, Misty, and another woman that had to be her sister. A week earlier, when Monica had basically stolen my clothes and made me drive home while wearing nothing but a pink thong, Misty had seen me bolting nearly naked from my car to my apartment. And when Katherine and Monica had planned this "girls' night" at my apartment, Monica had insisted that I invite Misty. It had taken some cajoling to get Misty to come, and she had said that she would have to bring her sister along.

Misty, of course, was fabulous-looking, so it was no surprise that her sister was, too.

"Hi Dan," Misty said. "I hope we're not too early. We were just - oh my God!"

Misty clearly couldn't contain her surprise when she saw my nails. I knew immediately what had taken her aback.

Right behind me, Monica asserted control of the situation in very confident fashion. I had never seen her any other way.

"Hi, I'm Monica," she said to Misty and her sister. "I think some introductions are in order."

Pointing at me, Monica continued.

"The first thing you girls need to know," she said, "is contrary to what you might have been led to believe before, this slut's name is not Dan. Rather, it is Danni. As you can clearly see, he is nothing more than a submissive little bitch. Just wait until you really get to know him. My aunt, Katherine over there, is his boss, and well, little Danni here got himself into a bit of a pickle at work. Can you believe he is a huge fan of femdom porn, and he was stupid enough to have all kinds of it on his work computer? And you simply won't believe his sorry little excuse for a dick when you see it. Honestly, it is just the most pathetic little thing ever!"

Misty was clearly stunned. She glanced at me with the strangest look on her face. Somehow, I interpreted it as her feeling sorry for me while also being intrigued, if not excited.

"Wow!" Misty said, quickly getting into the spirit of the festivities. "I never realized. I mean, I always knew he seemed like kind of a pussy, but ... I did wonder why he came home the other night wearing just a thong. I guess I should have put two and two together."

Misty looked my way again. She shook her head. Obviously, there was no way that it could be, but it became quite clear that the friendly, innocent, neighborly relationship between Misty and me had changed forever.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Misty said. "This is Megan. We, uh, can only stay for a while."

Soon, Misty, Megan, Katherine and Monica were visiting and chatting like old friends. I just kind of stood off to the side as Katherine and Monica went about preparing snacks in the kitchen. I had left eight bottles of wine in clear view in the kitchen, and beer in the fridge. I had purchased the liquor upon Katherine's orders, and had to do so after my manicure, incurring a great deal of embarrassment at the store.

"Danni, do you have any bottled water?" Katherine asked.

Apologetically, I told Katherine that I did not. I guess I should have thought of that.

"Well, we can't drink nothing but wine all night," Katherine said. "You wouldn't be trying to get us all drunk now, would you, Danni? Trying to take advantage of us?"

All four women laughed at the sheer lunacy of that thought. Like I possibly had the wherewithal to ply a woman, let alone four women, with alcohol in an effort to achieve sex.

"Danni, be a dear," Katherine said. "Run down to the store and pick up a couple of cases of bottled water. That will give Monica and me a chance to really get acquainted with Misty and Megan."

Great. Another shopping trip with my painted nails, I thought.

"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I said.

Misty laughed audibly when she heard me describe my boss in that fashion. I guess she was starting to get the full picture of exactly what dynamics were at work here.

"Oh, Danni, where are the things that I had you pick up the past couple of days?" Katherine asked.

Without specifying what they were in front of Misty and Megan, I explained to Katherine that the large bag from Victoria's Secret and the items from the sex shop were in a corner of my bedroom, in plain sight.

Making my way to the garage, I at least had the presence of mind to exchange my flip-flops for a pair of sneakers before I headed to the store. That move enabled me to hide my painted toenails, but again, there was nothing I could do about my fingernails. Deciding that I was in no particular hurry, even if the women were, I sat in my car in the parking lot at the store for a few minutes before venturing inside.

Even though I had pretty much known what was coming, at least since Katherine had sent me to the sex boutique to buy strap-on harnesses, dildoes and lube, "lots of lube," the day before, I wasn't sure I was ready to be fucked like a girl in front of a party of women. The thing was, I had no choice. Katherine had made it clear that if I didn't do exactly what she said, everything she said, she would fire me, and I could not afford that.

At least my local grocery store had self-checkout, so I was able to purchase the two cases of water without anyone seeing my painted fingernails - from what I could tell, anyway. I made the short drive back to my apartment feeling a great deal of trepidation, but still thinking how I wanted nothing more than to be freed from the cock cage and permitted to cum. My little balls were so full that they were literally aching.

It must have been 30-40 minutes by the time I arrived back home. Fortunately, I remembered to change from the sneakers back into my flip flops before carrying the first case of water inside. I was surprised to see that much had changed while I had been away. There were tasty-looking snacks scattered throughout the living room, several more bottles of wine had appeared and the apartment was full of attractive women! Evidently, other than Misty and Megan, everyone had arrived while I had been absent, and many of them had apparently brought bottles of wine.

There was Brenda and Miss Evanston, as well as two other young women from my office, Amber and Alyssa. Long story, but Amber and Alyssa were in on everything. They had seen me in, and out of, my panties, and as a result, had also seen my cock cage.

Tess, Betty and Candi from the spa were also in my living room. Tess had waxed me. Candi had tanned me and given me the manicure and pedicure. Betty, who works the front office at the spa, had just kind of overseen everything, including me.

Almost as I had predicted in my own mind while at the sex shop the day before, the clerk who had helped me, Traci, was also in on this madness. Her blonde hair that featured blue streaks, as well as her sexy, crossed legs were impossible to miss as she sat talking to Monica.

There were also a couple of other women whom I didn't even recognize, until I realized they were among the three that had been having their hair done while I was getting my manicure and pedicure - dressed only in skimpy panties and a bra! I didn't even know their names. All I remembered was how embarrassing it had all been, especially later when I was getting ready to leave the spa and one of these very women had asked whether I was any good at eating pussy!

As I began to get a handle on all of this and started to go back to my car to get the second case of water, Katherine stopped me abruptly.

"You fucking cunt!" she almost screamed, immediately halting all other conversation in the room and drawing everyone's attention to us. "What the fuck were you thinking, bitch, leaving the shower in the master bathroom in such piss-poor condition? I told you to have this entire apartment spic-and-span. Do you not fucking understand the meaning of the word 'entire?' Where do you get off out-and-out disobeying me like that?"

"I, I'm sorry, Mistress Katherine," I stammered. "Honestly, I didn't mean to disobey you. I just ran out of time and energy last night. I had planned to clean the shower this afternoon, but then after my nails were painted, I knew you wouldn't want me to mess them up. I know you had told me to do all the cleaning yesterday. I just ... I just didn't think the back shower would matter. But I swear, I'm sorry. I am so, so terribly sorry, Mistress Katherine."

You could have heard a pin drop at that point. All the other women were waiting for Katherine's next move, just as I was. I'm not sure I ever remember being so frightened in my life.

"I should fire your ass right now," Katherine said, all but spitting her words, which hung in the air for seemingly an eternity.

"It's either that or ..." she finally said.

As she spoke, Katherine walked toward the center of the room, where one of my dining-room chairs had been placed, with all the other dining-room chairs surrounding it. The one solitary chair in the middle had also been strategically placed in front of the sofa, loveseat and two easy chairs in the room.

"Get over here, sissy!" Katherine barked as she sat down. "Strip down to your panties. Now! Over my knee, bitch!"

Completely taken aback, I nonetheless knew to do exactly as I was told. I kicked off my flip-flops, removed my cargo shorts and Hawaiian-type shirt and approached the chair. The prominent tan lines that made it look as if I were also wearing a bikini top were on full display to all the women in the room.

Sporting a medium-length black skirt, black fishnet stockings and nearly knee-high black boots that accented a sexy, white top, Katherine sat with her legs together and patted her thighs. Reluctantly, I carefully lowered myself across her lap, the little cock cage inside my panties pressing against her legs as I took the position she had ordered.

I could feel Katherine sigh as I placed my hands on the floor on one side of her, while my feet were on the other side and my panty-clad ass beckoned whatever punishment Katherine chose to deliver.

"Now, girls, when you are taking control of a man, and I use the term 'man' very loosely in this instance, it is extremely important to discipline him properly," Katherine said. "Men like little Danni here crave this type of attention, don't you, Danni?"

"I ... I'm not sure, Mistress Katherine," I responded.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I could see Misty, my neighbor, watching intently. She appeared to be almost awestruck.

"Danni, Danni, Danni, little Danni bitch," Katherine said. "You know you want it. Tell Mistress Katherine what a disobedient little cunt you've been, and that you deserve to be spanked. Tell me now!"

"Yes, Mistress Katherine, I have been a bad little bitch," I offered, figuring it was in my best interest to go along with what was happening. "I am so terribly sorry that I let you down, Mistress Katherine. I beg you to forgive me. I know I have disappointed you. I know I have disappointed you in front of Mistress Monica and everyone else. I do deserve to be punished, Mistress Katherine. Please spank me, Mistress Katherine. Please give me what I deserve."

I could hear gasps and whispers from the other women as I felt Mistress Katherine pull down the backside of my panties, revealing my ass. The contrast of the completely white skin on my butt against the golden brown elsewhere, I knew, made my slutty little ass stand out all the more.

Then Katherine's hand came crashing down, hard, on my right butt cheek. I simply could not fathom how this relatively average-sized woman could wield such incredible physical power in her hand. Almost immediately, my left butt cheek felt the same devastating type of blow. Katherine continued, alternating from one side to the other, giving my ass a lashing like I had never felt, nor could even imagine. It was all I could do to keep from crying as I heard increasing noise throughout the room. It was a mixture of shrieks and laughs, from what I could tell.

Finally, Katherine stopped beating me.

"Who's next, girls?" I heard Katherine ask cheerily.

"I want a turn. I want a turn," I heard someone say. Reeling from the pain, I wasn't even sure whose voice it was.

It was at this point that Katherine pushed me off her lap, sending me crashing to the floor in front of her. Katherine stood and walked away. The next thing I knew, Brenda had taken her place in the chair.

"Get up here, bitch!" I heard Brenda say loudly. "Hurry the fuck up!"

Struggling mightily to do so, I managed to rise up enough to crawl across Brenda's lap. The back of my panties was still down, giving her easy access.

"You know, I really don't like the way you ogle me every time you come to see Katherine in the office," Brenda said. "I mean, for a fucking little sissy whose cock is pretty much the size of my lipstick, you've got a lot of fucking nerve even looking at me. You're nothing more than a fucking little beat-off junkie!"

I simply could not believe Brenda was saying these things. I had always thought she liked me. I mean, yes, of course I had admired her looks. What man wouldn't? But I had never thought I'd been obvious about it, certainly not to the point of insulting her. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Brenda proceeded to spank my ass, just as her boss, and my boss, Katherine, had done. Brenda's smacks might not have been as hard as those Katherine had dished out, but given the increasing tenderness on my backside, they hurt just as much, if not more. By this point, I was not able to keep from crying. The tears flowed as I completely lost control.

"What an absolute fucking pussy," Brenda said disdainfully as she pushed me to the floor.