The Stepton Slaves, Part Three

The next day, Sharon drove Chrissy-Poo and Danielle to the city. Chrissy-Poo was dressed in her most elegantly bizarre clothes. On the outside, it seemed as though her skintight jump suit was shining red satin; but the satin covered only the outer surface. Beneath it was a form-hugging rubber suit. Under that outre outfit, Chrissy-Poo wore her usual corset, laced to a breath-tightening 19 inches, 37C false boobs, and rubber panties. Her shoes were red patent leather pumps with seven-inch heels; they were secured to her feet with tiny padlocks--"so you don't kick them off when you get uncomfortable," Sharon advised her. In order to prepare her for the bondage she might sometimes have to display in her new position at Michelle's shop, Sharon had also laced Chrissy-Poo into a single glove, her elbows tightly bound in the small of her back.

Danielle, on the other hand, appeared to be the epitome of youthful femininity. The transformed boy wore a white cotton dress with lots of lace on its Buster-Brown collar, cuffs and hem. The skirt of the dress stopped six inches above her knees and was thrust out at nearly right angles by the three layers of white taffeta petticoats that rustled beneath it. Despite her youth, her bust had also been padded out--though not to the same extreme as her erst-while father's. Beneath the dress she was all in satin--satin camisole, satin garter belt, satin panties. Her sheer white nylons made her legs look both sleek and childlike--especially with the pink-trimmed ankle socks and white patent Mary Janes she wore on her feet.

Both boy-girls had been artfully made up. Chrissy-Poo's face looked adult and sensuous--but innocent as well, with her cheeks rouged to imitate the embarrassed blush of a woman ashamed of her flaunted femininity. Danielle's make up, though, was subtle and gentle, making the 12-year-old boy look the picture of shy youth. Still, she was beautiful, certain to attract the eye of any young lad--and be the envy of the customers for whom she would model in Michelle's store.

Sharon parked the car near Broadway and 79th on Manhattan's fashionable West Side and directed the two "girls" to follow her. They were greeted at the shop door by Michelle, who clapped her hands in delight at the sight of her two new employees.

"Sharon, honey, they're wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I just love what you've done with Chrissy-Poo's bondage. And Danielle--her dress is just darling!" The shop owner reached down and took the skirt of the youthful boy-girl's dress in her hands, rustling the petticoats across Danielle's legs. Beneath her panties, Danielle could feel her cock grow from the stimulation.

"Now, you just leave them to me," she continued. "I close the shop at six. You can come and pick them up then. Enjoy your day in the city."

Two hours later, both boy-girls were well into their respective jobs. Danielle was modeling for one of Michelle's exclusive customers, a young matron who had petticoated her own little boy.

She was outfitted in a red velvet party dress with white lace collar and cuffs. Her hands were tightly encased in white cotton gloves. Like the dress in which she had come to the store, the skirt was buoyed by the three starched petticoats beneath it. Her legs were bare, with just white ankle socks with a red satin ribbon through the cuff and red patent leather strapless pumps upon her feet. This customer preferred to keep her charge in mild bondage, so Michelle had demonstrated how this pretty party outfit could be accessorized with white satin ribbon wrapped tightly around Danielle's wrists tied in a big bow, keeping her hands locked tightly together, while the ribbons in her socks had been tied together as well, restricting her step to a scant eight inches.

The young matron looked thoughtfully at the bound vision Danielle made--and then glanced at her own "daughter," sitting beside her, with her neck immobilized by a punishment collar so that she had no choice but to look at her counterpart, despite her deep desire to avoid knowing her fate.

Chrissy-Poo, on the other hand, was modeling even more bizarre clothing for a professional mistress who frequently ordered her cross-dressed clients to accompany her to Michelle's shop. The dominatrix had one such slave with her today. He was dressed in tight-fitting green sheath which set off his red wig beautifully. The extremely tight corset he wore was perfectly obvious beneath the sheath, as were his garters and stocking tops below the short tight skirt. He wore eight-inch heels, in which he couldn't really walk. He was completely at his mistress' mercy.

Chrissy-Poo, perched on a pedestal in the center of the shop, was equally at Michelle's mercy. She was still in her corset, but now her clothing consisted of a black leather miniskirt and white satin halter. Her hands were chained in front of her, locked to the belt of the skirt. She could move them perhaps three inches in any direction. Her legs were tightly encased in white patent leather, thigh-high boots with six-inch heels. They had been carefully posed in a feminine gesture--one foot slightly in front of the other, toe pointed, knee slightly bent. To ensure that she could not change her position, Chrissy-Poo's feet were chained to the pedestal.

Michelle stood next to her, demonstrating the various bondage gear sold in the shop. Finally, when she wished to prove how helpless a cross-dressed slave could be in this outfit, she began to massage Chrissy-Poo's breasts, hips and crotch, stroking the transformed man's body through the sensuous leather and lace. Chrissy-Poo's growing excitement was obvious.

Oh God! Chris thought. Even under this skirt, my cock must be visible! It feels so big! Please, Michelle, don't make me come! Not here, not now! Michelle leaned over and whispered in Chrissy-Poo's ear, "Now come for me, little Chrissy-Poo."

She shuddered and came, unable to resist the power of the implant that turned Chris Martin into one of the Stepton slaves.

THE END