Stepton Sissy Camp, part 3

[Warning: Some elements of this part are more explicit than my usual material!]

About two weeks into camp, Brenda walked into the cabin when all the sissies were supposed to be at lunch. She discovered Karen (who used to be Kevin) sitting on his bed in his nightie, with his right hand tightly gripping his sissy-cock. It was clear he was making a vain attempt to overcome the Implant’s restriction on erection and ejaculation. She walked up quietly from behind and then grasped his right wrist in her hand. “Naughty, naughty, Karen,” she admonished him. “That’s a clear violation of the camp’s prime directive!”

She pulled him roughly out of bed and marched him to the camp clinic, overseen by the chief medical officer, Dr. Madchenmacher. “What have we here?” the doctor said in her German accent as they entered.

“I caught this pathetic one trying to jerk off,” Brenda replied. “I think he needs the usual punishment.”

“Ah, yes,” Dr. Madchenmacher noted. “If he wants to come so badly, why don’t we help him? Strap him down to the bed while I get the equipment.” In short order, Karen was laying face-up on the bed, his legs and arms strapped to the sides. Brenda had already removed his panties. The doctor moved to her computer and entered a code. “There! I have deactivated his sexual activity restriction. Try getting him hard now.” Brenda stroked Karen’s shaft and it quickly became erect. Dr. Madchenmacher wheeled a cart with a pump-like machine into place beside the bed and took a plastic tube and fitted it tightly over Karen’s erection. Then she clamped a small rubber hose to the end of the tube and attached it all the machine on the cart.

“Now, I will begin the process,” she said, pushing a green button on the apparatus. Immediately, the tube begin to move up and down on Karen’s cock and the sissy moaned with the sensation. In only a few moments, he began to spurt cream and it all went into the rubber hose and then a repository in the machine on the cart. But the machine did not stop—it continued to pump until Karen had a second orgasm, and a third, and a fourth, until finally the sissy had no more cream to give.

Karen moaned some more in a combination of satisfaction and discomfort as the doctor removed the tube from his still semi-rigid member. She detached the chamber filled with his cream from the machine and handed to Brenda. “See that this is mixed with his dinner tonight,” she told the counselor. Then she turned back to Karen. “I’m not done with you yet, little wanker.” She took out a pink plastic chastity device and locked it to his sissy-cock. “This will stay on you, day and night, until you leave camp. The erection inhibition of your Implant will also remain deactivated—and you are sure to have a few while you are here, now. Each one will be a bit painful and frustrating, caught inside your pink cage.”

“Speaking of which,” Brenda said as she produced a bright pink scarf and tied it around Karen’s neck. “You will wear this at all times—it is the marker to all your sister campers and all the counselors that you are a chastised wanker. Be prepared for a good deal of teasing!” With that, she took his hand and dragged him back to the cabin to dress.

The next day, Brenda invited Ally to her office for a discussion. “You’ve probably noticed your tits are swelling a bit now,” she began. “That’s because the Implant is preparing you for your future role as a bimbo.”

“Yes, I’ve felt them growing,” Ally responded. “It feels good!”

“I’m sure it does,” Brenda agreed. “Well, now it’s time for the next step. We’ve arranged a weekend internship for you in town. You will be working every Saturday night at Club Sissy-a-Go-Go, as a stage dancer.”

“Ms. Brenda,” Ally objected, “I have no training or ability as a dancer. Mother always said I have two left feet!”

“Already taken care of, dear,” Brenda explained. “Your Implant has been programmed with the Sexy Bimbo module. When the time comes, you will feel your mind empty of thought and the Implant take over all your physical motion.” She went to her computer. “Let me demonstrate.” She pushed a button and the speakers in her office began to play a typical dance tune from the mid-1960s.

Without a conscious thought, Ally leaped to his feet and began to gyrate to the tune—“Let’s Twist Again.” His movements were feminine, graceful and erotic, all at once. Brenda changed the music to “The Wahtusi” and his body shifted to the new rhythm. After a few bars, she turned off the music….and Ally collapsed back into his chair.

“You see? You will be an enormous hit at the Club,” Brenda said.

So it was that Saturday evening Brenda helped Ally into a retro ‘60s style dress and loaded him into the same limo that had brought him to camp weeks ago. He was dropped off at the stage door to Club Sissy-a-Go-Go where he was directed to the manager’s office. “So, you’re our new weekend attraction?” the manager, a middle-aged woman in a sleek and stylish black dress greeted him. “I’m Ms. Demanden.” She looked him up and down. “That dress is perfect, but the hair and makeup are a little too toned-down. Go down to our dressing room and tell them to get you ready to go on.”

Twenty minutes later, as the club doors opened, Ally was placed in a cage-like platform. The crowd came in, the lights went up and the music, a recording of “Land of 1000 Dances,” blared out. Ally felt his mind go blank, as he began moving to the rhythm of the song. The crowd cheered as his movements became more erotic and didn’t stop when the music sequed to “Downtown.” After a 30-minute set, the music faded and Ally returned to normal. A drink was delivered to him on stage and he got a 15-minute break. But when the music started once more (“Twist and Shout”), his bimbo dancer mode clicked on once more.

The evening wound down about midnight and the chauffeur came in to collect Ally. Sitting in the back of the limo, he realized he had no clear memory of the night…but he was happy and aroused and feeling especially feminine and sexy!

TO BE CONTINUED