Cold.

My whole body shivered with a chill and I opened my eyes. Sleep had taken me sometime during the night. I was still wearing the pink bra and panties from the night before. The bra had shifted while I slept and felt tight around me. The panties were covering my still hard cock, and the smooth silk constricting around the head was plastered with dried precum. My balls had fallen out of the tiny cloth confines and rested against my leg. They screamed at me from the cold that surrounded them.

Stephanie stood over me. She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. One of her hands was moving between my legs and I realized that she was rubbing my balls with a piece of ice. The cold invaded all of my thoughts, and I tried to move away as best as I could. My hands were still cuffed to the bedpost and my movements were restricted.

“My, my,” Stephanie cooed. “Still hard. It may be small, but its certainly persistent.”

She continued to rub the ice against me until it had melted down to a small nub. My crotch was soaked. The silk of the panties stuck to me and pulled at my cock when I moved. Steph held the little nub of ice in front of my eyes. It was about as big as the tip of my pinky. I watched helpless as she slowly moved her hand back down between my legs. I thought she was going to finish the job on my genitals. She surprised me, however, by lifting my balls out of the way. I was trying to figure out what she was doing when I felt the ice against my ass.

The cold was worse there. I felt the ice being pushed against my backdoor. Then suddenly it was inside me. If felt huge. From the sensation, it could have been a rock as big as my fist. I moaned loudly. I was shocked at how feminine the moan sounded. It was as if the high pitched girlly sound was the most natural I could make. Cold invaded me and I went limp everywhere except for my cock. That remained painfully hard.

Steph used my momentary shocked paralysis to undo the shackles on my wrists. My arms ached as I brought them down to a more natural position. I rubbed my wrists where I could feel the memory of the cuffs. I noticed small bruises where the metal had bit into my flesh. I wanted nothing more than to lie there, and pull the covers over my head. I was more exhausted than I ever remember being. My body was fatigued by unsatisfied lust. My mouth was sour with the aftertaste Stephanie’s beautiful vagina.

“Thank God,” I said. “I thought you would never remove those cuffs.”

Stephanie replied with a solid slap to my face. The force of it staggered me and I sat hard on the bed.

“What was that for?” I asked angry.

Stephanie grabbed me again by the hair and twisted my head back. She slapped my exposed face twice more before I could get my hands up. Tears started forming in my eyes.

“Who told you that you could speak to me?” she demanded. “You worthless piece of shit!”

She grabbed me again by the balls and squeezed hard. I yelped and tried to pull back, but she held me fast. She forced me down to the bed and placed a knee across my chest. She let go of my hair and with her now free hand she started to choke me. I tried to pry her fingers free, but she gripped my balls so tightly that I thought she might actually crush them.

“Lower your hands,” she commanded. When I didn’t immediately respond she squeezed again.

“Lower your fucking hands,” she shouted. I forced my hands to my sides. I could barely breath with her hand on my neck. I sputtered and wheezed. Steph was over me, and I had a full view of her perfect breasts beneath her shirt. I could see her nipples stiffen under the thin white cotton. My cock twitched in spite of me. After a moment of laying still, she released her grip around my neck.

“Thats better. Don’t forget,” she warned. “ I still have all of those pics and videos. I also have a few from before you woke up. If you dont want everyone to know what kind of perv you are, I suggest you get with the program and do as I say got it?”

I nodded, horrified. I knew Steph was playing with me last night, but here in the light of a new day I had thought the game was over and we would go back to normal. Of course, normal was in the past and nothing would allow me to go back there again.

“This tiny little dick, these balls, your ass, everything you are belongs to me, understand?”

“Yes, Dear Sister.” I muttered.

“Say it. Tell me what belongs to me.”

“My little dick, my balls, my ass, everything that I am belongs to you.”

It was a scary thing to say. I was giving myself over to my sister. Yet, as I said it, I knew it was true. The whole experience was giving me butterflies. My head and ears were buzzing. I think I even let out a sigh of contentment as I thought of a life of being ordered and commanded. No fear of the future or of the unknown. I didn’t need to figure out who I was; I would be whatever she told me to be.

“Thats better. Now I have picked out an outfit for you.” She gestured to the chair in my room. The outfit was a black mid length pleated skirt and a sleeveless top of seabreeze green. The top buttoned up the middle stopping just below where my cleavage would start if I had breasts. There was a pair of black lacy thong panties and a black bra. The bra was a mix of sheer material and satin. The sheer would show off the flesh of a breast while the satin would tastefully cover the nipple. There was a set of thigh high stockings that matched the color of the top and a pair of four inch high heels with shiney black straps.

I could feel my eyes light up. It was a really cute outfit, and I loved the colors. I blushed a bit in embarassment at my level of excitement. I stripped off the undies from the night before and began to dress. It was a very odd sensation dressing this way in front of someone. Stephanie watched me with a critical eye. She seemed interested while watching me. Her smouldering look and the way she bit her lip told me that she was aroused. But, there was something else. There was an apraising attitude about her look. It made me feel like an object. The thought gave me an excited feeling in my belly.

I finished dressing and looked at myself in my full length mirror. The top made my shoulder length blonde hair stand out. The color went well with my eyes. Although, I was a bit wobbly on them, the heels made my legs look longer and made me feel taller. The skirt was gorgeous, ending just above my knees. I did little, however, to hide the finger like protrusion sticking out beneath it.

Stephanie regarded my appendage with disgust, and told me to follow her to her room. Once there, I was sat at her dressing table.

“Yesterday, I showed you how to do your make up. Show me what you learned.”

Hesitantly, I began picking out different shades of rouge and eye shadow. I found a lipstick in a bright crimson color and applied it liberally to my lips. The thick red color made my lips pop out and emphasised the brightness of my teeth.

“No,” Stephanie said, “That color is too red. Too bright. It makes you look like a whore. You are a sissy a slut, but that doesn’t mean you have to just put it out there. Try this.”

She handed me another lipstick, this one a more natural red. I wiped the offending color from my lips and applied the new one. I had to admit, it was better. This time when I smiled at myself, I looked more like the pretty girl from across the street than the hooker on the corner. I continued applying and removing make up. Stephanie guided me, showing my how a shade would go with my eyes, or clash with my clothes. It was a bit overwhelming, but after an hour or so, I barely recognized myself. My eyelids were lined in black that supported the seabreeze green color of my eye shadow. My lashes looked long and full adorned as they were with mascara. My eyebrows were shaded with just the hint of a brown gold color. My lips were decorated with a soft red and my cheeks carried a hint of blush in the same color. My hair was held in place with simple barrettes which allowed the gold locks to frame my face. I looked and felt very pretty.

“Smile,” Steph said. I gave her the prettiest smile I could muster and allowed her to take my picture. I felt a bit strange at willfully giving her this new piece of evidence. Yet, the feeling was overcome with the excitement of being made into a pretty young woman. I kinda wanted to post the pic on my own social media page. Wow. What a thought. I couldn’t help it though. My dressing up had been going on for a while. Now that I had gotten over the intitial shock of someone finding me out, it felt good to indulge in my fantasy in front of someone.

My erection had gone down during this whole process, and I was gripped by the need to empty my bladder. I told Stephanie that I needed to go to the bathroom. She took my hand and helped me steady myself on the heels. She then helped me wobble my way to the bathroom.

“Im surprised that you don’t do better in those heels. Anyone aspiring to be a young lady should be able to wear heels.”

“I tried it once,” I explained. “I twisted my ankle really badly.”

“Really? When was this?”

“Remeber when I fell out of the tree and had to wear that brace?”

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “That was from walking in heels? That was before I even left for college! How long have you been doing this?”

“A while, I guess,” I said, embarassed.

“Stupid sissy faggot,” Steph said and shook her head.

She lead me into the bathroom. I pulled down the panties and started to hike up the skirt. Stephaine stopped me.

“No, from now on you pee sitting.”

I looked at her a moment and then shrugged. What the hell, I thought.

I sat down on the toilet and got ready to urinate. Stephanie was still standing there watching me.

“A little privacy, please?” I asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t want to take the chance that you’ll start playing with that thing. I told you that you aren’t allowed to cum without my permission. I want to make sure it stays that way.”

I was disappointed. I had hoped to jerk off while in the bathroom and relieve the painful urge I was still feeling.

“I won’t,” I protested weakly, but my penis was already wanting to stiffen again.

“Right. Well just in case, I’ll stand here and watch.”

Against all reason, my penis responded by raising a little bit. Although I was still flaccid, the erection from the night before was trying to make an encore. Stephaine noticed the movement.

“Oh my,” she said in mock surprise. “You like being watched? You filthy dirty whore. Maybe I should get more ice? Do you need ice?”

“No,” I said quickly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My bladder was screaming at me, and I let nature take its course. The strong yellow liquid poured out of me under Stephanie’s watchful eye. The skirt was folded up over my belly and my legs were slightly spread. Stephanie’s eyes were focused on my cock. She watched as the last drops of urine passed from me. Finished, I stood and put myself back together. The newly relaxed penis neslted nicely in the black silk lace of the panties. It felt good there. It was pressed between my testicles and the coarse lace. I became very aware of how it felt against the circumcised head of my penis as I moved. I washed my hands and then turned back to Stephanie.

She turned to leave the room and motioned me to follow. She lead me downstairs to the kitchen.

“Im hungry,” she stated. “Make me breakfast. I want French Toast, eggs, and bacon. Get to work.”

I nodded and began to mix and cook the requested meal. Stephanie busied herself by browsing on her phone. As moved carefully on my heels, grabbing ingredients and pans. I started to the task of cracking eggs and mixing mixes. Occasionally, I would hear the camera shutter sound of her phone snapping a pic of me. Was she just saving the photos or could she be posting them? I couldn’t know. The thought, however, of being exposed sent a thrill through me and the panties grew tighter as the their tiny occupant threatened to grow larger.

I fell into the role of hostess. I imagined that I was the young housewife to a strong professional man. I pretended that he was at the table watching me, and I did my best to exaggerate my movements to make them sexier. I fantised about him becoming aroused beyond reason. In my mind’s eye I saw him rise from the table and move over to me. I pretended that his strong hands ran under the skirt and up my thighs. With one hand he would rub my ass, and with the other he would grab my hair and pull my head back. I could almost feel his lips on my ear lobe and his teeth biting into my flesh. His finger would slide inside my tight asshole, and I would push back against his hand to force it deeper. Then, at the height of my arousal, he would turn me around and push me to my knees. Slowly I would undo his belt and lower the zipper of his slacks. His throbbing cock would fall out in front of my eyes and my mouth would water. I was just imagining taking him into my mouth when Stephanie interupted me.

“Bring me some juice,” she said.

I complied. Still unsteady on my heels I carried the full glass of orange juice to her. I dripped in a few places, but I didn’t spill and successfully set the glass down without incident. Stephanie didn’t look at me, but she had noticed the few drops of juice still on the floor.

“Clean that up,” she commanded. I went to comply. I grabbed a papertowel and knelt to wipe up the mess when she stopped me.

“Use your tongue.”

I just looked at her.

“Did I fucking stutter?” she asked. “Use your tongue, you dirty bitch.”

Slowly, I bent myself to the ground. I pushed out my tongue and lapped up the drops of juice. The floor tasted sour to me. The scent of cleaning chemicals filled my nose, and a bit of dirt accompanied the juice. I wanted to wash out my mouth, but Stephanie called my attention to the slices of French Toast in the pan. They were ready to be pulled off of the heat. I grudgingly attended to the task. The taste of the floor sat in my mouth, as shame sat on my shoulders.

Everything was ready. I brought Stephanie a plate filled with the fruits of my labor. I brought strawberry jam and maple suryp and refilled her glass. I then went to get my own plate.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To get my food,” I said. She arched her eyebrow in an expectant way. I sighed, “Im going to get my food, Dear Sister.”

“No, kneel here.”

I assumed the kneeling position she had showed me the day before. Legs spread, hands upturned on my knees, mouth slightly open. I was forced to watch her as she ate. She seemed to completely ignore me, fiddling with her phone instead. My stomach growled as the sent of the food assulted my nose. After a moment, Stephanie collected some food on her fork a placed it near my mouth. I took the bite that was offered, but did nothing else to change my position. She smiled at me as one would to a dog.

“Is that good?” she asked. I nodded and she resumed eating. This continued through the meal. Stephanie would eat for a bit seemingly oblivious to my pressence. And then after a few moments would feed me from her plate. I felt like a child, or an animal. She wasn’t going to give any control to me. Everything was going to be based on her whim. As I was realizing this, the doorbell rang.

“Go answer the door,” Stephanie said, not looking up from her phone.

I was shocked. I thought we were going to keep this game between us. She wanted me to answer the door? Like this? What if it was a neighbor? What if it was someone I knew? What would I do? The doorbell rang again.

“If I have to get up,” Stephanie warned, “You’ll be sorry.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. I stood up and went to do as I was told. As I walked from the kitchen to the foyer my mind raced with possibilities as to who would be there to greet me. Honestly, nobody visited us uninvited. Neighbors never stopped by, and my friends would have called before coming over. Who could it be then?

I was greeted with the visage of girl just a bit older than myself holding a shopping bag. Her name was Rayne, and she was a friend of Stephanie’s. What was she doing here? I tried to hide myself behind the door, but Rayne pushed past me and came in. She regarded me with a doll like face.

If Stephanie was an Amazon, Rayne was an elf. She had a diminuative figure and soft features. She was a bit shorter than me, and she was a full head shorter than Stephanie. She wasn’t an athlete like Steph was. Rayne was a dancer. She could do any type of dance, but she specialized in ballet. Where Stephanie’s movements were powerfully feminine, Rayne’s were the graceful motions of a cat. She was dressed in a dark colored top and blue jeans. She had a black leather jacket in a tapered cut and brown knitted scarf around her neck and shoulders. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her bangs hung just above her eyes.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty one?”, she smiled up at me.

Embarassed, I tried to stammer a reply.

“Shut the door, love,” she said. “You’ll let in the cold air.”

The grey sky outside was drizzling rain and there was a wet chill in the air. I mutely did as told, and then turned to find Rayne looking me up and down. Stephanie came into the room behind her.

“What do you think?” Steph asked.

“Hmm, not bad. Its stance is all wrong, and its wobbly in the heels.”

Rayne stepped closer to me and sniffed. She pulled back and wrinkled her nose.

“And it stinks. It smells like boy.”

As she spoke, Steph had come up behind her and wrapped her arms around Rayne’s waist. Rayne leaned into Steph’s body and turned her head so that Steph could plant a slightly more than friendly kiss on the waiting lips of the diminutive girl. The kiss wasn’t long, but it had a definite sensualness to it. I couldn’t help but feel aroused.

“When was the last time you let it bathe?”, Rayne asked when the kiss broke.

Steph looked at me from over Rayne’s shoulder with raised brows.

“Um,” I said as I tried to remember. Had this only started last night? I hadn’t showered after Steph had discovered me. I laid there all night in desperate horniness. The thought sent another wave of arousal to my neglected groin.

“Night before last,” I said.

“Ugh, no wonder you smell,” Rayne said. She nuzzled Stephanie’s cheek with her own. “You should really wash your toys off when you’re done playing with them, dear.”

“Well, this was the first time I played with this toy, and I wasn’t quite done with her yet. I figured I’d wait til you got here so we could do it right. Don’t want her getting ahead of us, you know.”

Rayne smiled with an evil twinkle in her eye. She bit her lip as she looked me up and down.

“Of course,” she cooed. “Do it right. B T Dubbs, I got the stuff you asked me for. Well, most of it anyway. The stuff from the pharmacy will have to wait til Monday.”

“Oh yeah? Dr Phelps taking the weekend off?” Steph asked. She has let go of Rayne’s waist and was rummaging through the bag. I took a curious step forward and craned my neck to peek inside. Steph caught my movement. She quickly picked the bag up in one hand and stood up.

“The important stuff for today is here anyway. Let’s get to work!”

Steph snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I slowly knelt on the ground while Rayne watched me. When I assumed the kneeling position, she giggled and clapped her hands.

“Oh this is going to be so much fun!”

Stephanie turned on her heel and lead the way down the hall. I crawled behind her. Rayne followed behind me. Rayne amused herself by slapping my ass and telling me to pick up the pace. The skirt gave me some protections, but I could feel the sensitive flesh of my backside burning by the time we stopped.

Stephanie had brought us to the guest bathroom. It was a rather large bathroom with a double sink and separate vanity. The floor was tiled with stone squares, and there was a slight dip in the middle of the floor that centered on a small drain. The bathtub was large, big enough for me to lie down in comfortably, and the lip came up to my knees. The walls of the tub were wide enough that if I stood in the middle of the tub with my arm out straight, my finger tips could just brush both walls. There was a detachable shower head with a long hose, so one could lie down while using it.

There were safety handles on the walls. One long, slanting bar on the back wall, and two shorter, verticle bars on the flanking walls. The bars were made of a solid material covered in a non-slip coating. Several years ago, our grandmother had come to live with us. Dad had the bars installed so she wouldn’t fall getting in and out of the tub. Dad wanted to make sure that the bars would hold if Grandma had to catch herself. I remember watching as the installation guy grabbed one of the side bars and lifted his feet and hung there. The guy was easily three hundred pounds. The bar held him without so much as a wiggle. Grandma had passed away a few years ago, but the bars remained.

“Stand up, faggot!”

Stephanie’s snapped my wandering mind back to the present. I stood and clasped my hands in front of my crotch. Everything that had happened since Rayne had arrived had awakened my little friend again. It was pushing against the panties I was wearing in a way I was sure would not be hidden by my skirt.

“Awww,” Rayne mocked, “Its shy!”

I stood there with my head bowed. Why didn’t they just leave already and let me shower? I fidgeted for a moment wondering what to do. Shly, I peaked my eyes through my bangs at Stephanie.

“Well,” she said impatiently. “You can’t bathe with your clothes on. Get naked.”

I looked at her, then to Rayne, then back at Steph. Being naked in front of Steph was one thing. Steph had seen me without clothes many times before this. And she already thought I was pathetic. Rayne on the other hand…

I had had a crush on Rayne for as long as I could remember. That she saw me in girl’s clothes was bad enough. But, just imagining standing in front of her nude was terrifying. I started to tremble, and my diminutive penis shriveled to an even smaller size.

“Steph, cmon.” I whined. “Please.”

“Now,” she said. The look in her eye told me that I was about to be hit. I cringed in anticipation, but Rayne spoke up.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “Its not that bad. Here I’ll go first.”

I watched Rayne as she moved here hands over the buttons on her top. Slowly, she undid one after another. My eyes were locked on those fingers. They seemed to dance over her gentle curves. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steph’s right hand move to her own left breast. She began rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

Finally, Rayne had unbuttoned her top. She just let it hang open, showing off her flat belly and sweet belly-button, and the hint of a black satin bra. She reached up and undid her ponytail. Her top moved in a very interesting way over her breasts as she worked. The hair fell over her shoulders and she shook her head to let it fall in a glorius way. Rayne’s eyes locked on mine and she stepped towards me. Her fingers worked now at the buttons of her pants.

“Are you looking at me? I know you like to look at me. Do you remember that night I slept over and you saw my panties up my nightshirt?”

I was too scarred to say anything. I remembered the night. Rayne had stayed over before, but this night she looked extra sexy. The night shirt was just a bit too tight. She hadn’t worn a bra and her nipples had been poking beneath the fabric. We were watching movies before bed, but all I could think about were those tits. I was laying on the floor on my stomach. It was the only way I could hide my boner. She and Steph were on the couch. Rayne had asked me if I wanted some popcorn and when I turned, I caught a full view of the red thong she was wearing. I even saw a hint of pussy lip before I took the bowl and quickly turned back to the screen. Shortly, after I made the excuse that I was tired and ran to my room to jack off. It was the first time I had been close to seeing a vagina. I had thought she hadn’t noticed.

“Answer her, faggot!”

I looked at Steph. She was pinching her nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Her own jeans were unbuttoned and the fingers of her other hand were delving into the denim folds.

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

“Good,” Rayne said, “I let you see on purpose. I wanted you to look. Did you like it?”

She looked at me with eyes that seemed to hope for my acceptance. I wanted to kiss her, and go down on her and fuck her all at the same time. She stood so close that I could feel her breath on my chest. Without looking away from me, she lifted a leg and unzipped the boot she was wearing. Then she undid the other. She lifted her perfect dancer’s leg straight up and rested it on my shoulder.

“Pull it off,” she told me.

The heavy smell of leather filled my nostrils as I raised my hands to do as I was told. The first boot came free revealing a petite foot clothed in a black nylon stocking. Rayne still held her foot unwavering in front of my face. She pushed the ball of her foot against my mouth, her dainty toes closed aroung my nose.

I started to pull back, but Stephanie growled at me to hold still. Perfectly balanced, Rayne rubbed her foot across my lips and nose. I was slightly moist from sweat and smelled of the nylon fabic and leather that it had so recently been freed from. She pushed her big toe into my mouth and wiggled it. I started sucking on it before I realized what I was doing. The taste and texture on my tongue was intoxicating. I licked all around her toe and she pushed it further in. Soon the whole first part of her foot was in my mouth. Her toes were spread inviting me to lick between them as best I could through the fabic.

Suddenly, she pulled her foot out and lowered it to the ground. She raised her other foot, and repeated the process. I lost myself in her smell and feel. Without taking her eyes from mine, she removed her top. The the simple black satin bra stood in sharp contrast to her skin. I wanted so badly to rip it off and treat her nipples the way I was treating her foot. I closed my eyes and focused on my task. Her foot pushed deeper, now fully halfway in my mouth. My jaw started to ache, but I continued to try to lick as much as I could.

A soft kissing sound forced my eyes open. Stephanie had moved to stand behind Rayne. Rayne had leaned herself back and allowed Stephanie to hold her. Steph had undone Rayne’s bra and was kneading the supple flesh under it while kissing and licking Rayne’s lips. It was too much. My cock was massively erect and I could feel the panties getting sticky from my precum. I reached under my skirt and began to stroke.

“NO,” Stephanie shouted. Almost too fast to see, she moved from behind Rayne and slapped me so hard I fell over. I tried to recover, but she slapped me again as I rose my head. My cheek burned. With my hands held protectively over my head I hazzard a glance at my sister.

“You do NOT touch that thing. It is off limits unless I say so!” Her face was a storm cloud. “Do you fucking understand, you stupid faggot?”

I couldn’t force any sound from my mouth, and just nodded mutely. With shame and fear in my eyes, I glanced at Rayne.

“You ruined the fun,” she said in a disappointed tone. “Pathetic.”

I hung my head. Making Stephanie angry was one thing. But having Rayne look at me with disgust actually hurt. Tears spilled from my eyes and not just from the pain of the slap.

“Whatever,” Rayne said and waved her hand dismissively. “Get up.”

I did as I was told. My erection was still painfully stiff, and I tried to cover it behind my clasped hands. I stood and watched as Stephanie and Rayne continued to undress. Now, though, it was less sensual and more methodical. Once they were naked, Stephanie again told me to undress. Wanting avoid any more slaps, I did as I was instructed as quickly as possible.

Once completely nude, Steph ordered me to fold my clothes and put them on the counter. Rayne watched me the whole time, giggling and whispering to Stephanie. Stephanie whispered back and Rayne said, “Oh, I agree!”

Rayne moved over to me and grabbed my dick. It was hardening when she pressed her palm against it.

“Oh my God,” she said in an amused and mocking voice. “Its not even as long as my hand. Holy shit, it a good thing we’re helping you become a girl because there is no way that thing could satisfying anyone.”

“Right,” Steph said. “I’d call him a needle dick, but it would seem unfair to needles.”

They both giggled at me and my dick. I was embarassed and ashamed, and I felt it beging to shrivel under their scrutiny. Soon, it was at its most limp state. I was hardly wider than my thumb and only half as big. I was mortified. And still they laughed and pointed. They made jokes about tiny things I could fuck without braking them. Rayne even said that any girl would be willing to have anal sex with me because I wouldn’t be long enough to penetrate them. They continued on like that for a bit and tears flowed freely from my eyes. Just when I thought I could take no more. Stephanie took me by the hand and led me into the tub.

Rayne had reached into the bag and produced two sets of handcuffs. Steph held my right arm straigh out and Rayne closed the cuff around my wrist and the safety bar. Then they did the same with my left arm.

I stood there shackled to the walls as Steph turned the water on.

“Now its bath time, bitch,” she said, and I gasped as ice cold water cascaded over my head.