The next afternoon, Johanna invited many of the Goddesses of the Council over for lunch. Much to everyone's surprise, Representative Pencalia arrived as an uninvited guest. Pomona prepared a fine meal as the Goddesses deliberated over various issues. Pomona was very accommodating to the guests, serving them tea and salad and shrimp. She even placed cloth napkins in each Goddess' lap. Pencalia studied Pomona's behavior throughout the lunch, keeping a curious eye on her.

After lunch, the Goddesses took to Johanna's patio for more tea while Pomona retired to her room to rest. She had all but prepared her bed for a short nap when Representative Pencalia approached the doorway to her room. Unbeknownst to Johanna, Pencalia had managed to slip away from the gathering outside. Pencalia stood in the doorway as Pomona unfolded her bed sheet. Pomona looked up and was startled by the site of Pencalia standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Pomona is it?" Pencalia asked.

"Yes. May I help you?" Pomona asked.

"That was a fine lunch you cooked for us," Pencalia said as she entered the room.

"Thank you," Pomona replied with trepidation.

"You know, most women around these parts do not cook. Where was it you said you come from, again?" Pencalia asked.

"I didn't say," Pomona said.

Pomona eyed her dresser drawer, which was slightly opened. She thought of the diary inside and panic began to trickle through every nerve ending in her body. She wished she could magically wash away the ink from those last few pages, in which she wrote of her banishment from Lux, in which she confessed to all the things she had done with women.

"So, where is it that you come from, then?" Pencalia asked.

"I have traveled a lot in recent years. I most recently resided in Spero," Pomona said.

Pencalia slowly paced about the room, looking things over. She studied Pomona's face. Pomona attempted to maintain her composure but felt her knees tremble uncontrollably. Pencalia quickly turned to the closet. She opened up the closet door and looked inside.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Pomona asked.

"Just making sure there's nothing out of the ordinary," Pencalia said.

Pencalia looked through the closet. All she found were a few dresses and a pair of shoes. She turned and started to walk across the room. Pomona's heart raced as Pencalia walked closer to the dresser and the diary placed within it. Pencalia looked at the book shelf as she continued to speak.

"You have to understand, Supreme Leader Isabella and many of the other liberals on our council are too soft on immigration. So whenever we have someone new wander into our city, I grow a bit apprehensive. You see, I'm merely looking out for my people," Pencalia said.

"I certainly mean no harm. I'm just passing through and needed a place to stay," Pomona said.

Pencalia closed in on the dresser. Pomona felt the fear weigh down upon her. She tried to think of what she could do, what she could say to keep Pencalia away from the dresser. Pomona's heartbeat quickened and it thudded in her eardrums. Pencalia stopped at the dresser and she ran her fingers over the top of it. She reached down toward the drawer. All Pencalia had to do was turn to the last page in that diary and it was all over.

"Excuse me, what are you doing in here?" Johanna's voice asked.

Pomona and Pencalia looked over to see Johanna standing in the doorway. Relief washed over Pomona like waves covering the coarse sand on a beach.

"I was just getting to know your new guest. You don't mind if I look things over?" Pencalia asked.

"I do mind, actually. And so does my guest. I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Johanna said.

"Well, as Council Representative I have every right to question an outsider and search her belongings," Pencalia said.

"You're searching my home, the home of a Council Representative. You don't have the right," Johanna said.

Pencalia stared at Pomona for a few moments and then her eyes fixed on Johanna.

"I'll be leaving, then," Pencalia said.

Pencalia and Johanna stared each other down. Pencalia glared over at Pomona for a moment. Then Pencalia slowly made her exit. Johanna and Pomona waited several moments. Johanna peeked out the door and saw that Pencalia had left. Johanna closed the door and Pomona fell into her arms.

"I got scared," Pomona said.

"You're safe here, pet," Johanna said, embracing her.



Two years earlier, when Sissy Slut first arrived in the city of Femininus, he had not yet worn a pair of panties or stockings or even a dress. He had always looked at women not only with desire, but with admiration as well. He had a deep appreciation of all things feminine. He paid careful attention to every detail of the lingerie that women wore, much more so than most other men did.

Sissy Slut was well-behaved for the most part during his early days of slave training. In those first few weeks, he did not receive a slave number or a pet name. The Mistresses merely addressed him as "slave." This was common treatment of the slaves in the early stages of slave training. Isabella did not interact with him or even acknowledge his existence. Like all the other slaves, he became completely enamored with Isabella's beauty and aura that very first day he laid eyes on her. Sissy Slut was far too timid to speak to Isabella or even make direct eye contact with her. He would merely capture glimpses of her raw, unyielding beauty in passing.

Sissy Slut was assigned to laundry duty upon his arrival in Femininus. He had to pick up the laundry from the Mistresses' homes and take it to the Ladorian River. Once there he had to wash the clothes alongside the dozens of other slaves assigned to laundry duty. Mistress Elizabeth was typically in charge of the slaves on laundry duty. She sat comfortably and observed the row of naked male servants lined up along the river bank. The harsh sting of Mistress Elizabeth's dragon tail whip ensured that the Mistresses' clothing was spotless. A completely nude Sissy Slut worked hard carrying the laundry baskets back and forth and scrubbing the clothes against the washboard in the Femininus heat.

One of the homes Sissy Slut was assigned to pick up laundry from was Isabella's. The first time he set foot in her castle, he became humbled by all of its grandeur. He followed the several long, winding corridors as he had been instructed to, and retrieved Isabella's laundry from her bedroom. On his way to Isabella's bedroom on that first day, he passed the red door. He merely glanced at it that first time, but in those few seconds the seed of his obsession had been planted.

And so several times a week Sissy Slut passed the red door on his way to retrieve Isabella's laundry. But another obsession began to consume him. Isabella wasn't present that time of day when he entered her bedroom. The first time he picked up her laundry basket, he took notice of Isabella's pair of pink lace panties hanging over the edge of the basket. He tucked them into the basket with the rest of the laundry and went about his work. The next time he picked up her laundry basket, he couldn't stop himself from gazing at all of the colorful panties that were scattered on top of the rest of her clothes. As he carried the laundry basket, he stared at her panties throughout the entire journey from her castle down to the river bank.

It was on the next occasion that Sissy Slut first sniffed Isabella's panties. He picked up her pink lace panties and held them for a few moments. His heart raced as he brought her panties up to his nose. He inhaled her glorious, sweet scent. He became fully aroused from the thrill of finally knowing her scent. He soon remembered his place and he returned her panties into the laundry basket. Sissy Slut had to position the laundry basket as he carried it so that it would hide his raging erection.

A few days later Sissy Slut returned to Isabella's castle to retrieve her laundry. He entered the bedroom and went to pick up the laundry basket. He knew he shouldn't, but he picked up a pair of her used panties and began sniffing them. He savored his Goddess' scent. He placed them back into the laundry basket and then he hurriedly searched through the laundry for his favorite pair of pink lace panties. He found them and brought them to his nose. He could not stop sniffing her used panties.

Isabella arrived at the doorway to her bedroom, having just returned from that morning's Council session, and to her surprise she found Sissy Slut. He stood there nude, sniffing her panties like a filthy, horny boy. Isabella had caught many a naughty slave sniffing her panties before. But there was something different about the way Sissy Slut looked at her panties, the way he caressed them in his hands. She also took notice of Sissy Slut's manicured fingernails, adorned with colorful nail polish, and the way he stood with his feet turned slightly inwards and with one hip sticking out.

"What are you doing, Slut?" Isabella interrupted.

Sissy Slut flinched and fumbled the panties in his hands. He looked up to see Isabella. She stood in the doorway, grimacing at him with disapproval. She was dressed in her white blouse and black pantsuit, an outfit she often wore when presiding over the Council. Sissy Slut quickly shoved the panties back into the laundry basket.

"I'm sorry, Goddess Isabella. I wasn't doing anything," he said.

"It looked to me like you were sniffing my panties. It looks to me like I have a filthy little panty sniffing slut in my room," Isabella said.

"I'm sorry, Goddess," Sissy Slut said as he sheepishly bowed his head.

Isabella walked slowly over to him, her steps deliberate and intimidating. She reached into the laundry and extracted the pink lace panties. She held the panties close to his face.

"So, you like these?" Isabella asked.

"I don't know, Goddess Isabella. I was just, I don't know what I was thinking," Sissy Slut said.

"Tell me the truth. Do you like these?" Isabella asked.

"Yes, Goddess Isabella. They are my favorite pair of yours," he said.

Isabella glared at Sissy Slut and forced the panties into his hands.

"Then put them on," she said.

Isabella stepped back. Sissy Slut looked at the panties and furrowed his brow with uncertainty.

"You like them so much, put those panties on like the filthy little sissy you are," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut faintly trembled as he stepped his right leg into the panties. He followed suit with his left leg and then paused. His uncertainty transformed into a thrilling rush of arousal as he slid the panties up his legs. His pulse quickened as he felt the fleecy lace slide up his thighs and then over his buttocks and cock and balls. He had never worn panties before, but sliding them on for that first time felt exhilarating and yet comforting. His cock immediately sprang to attention inside the lace panties. He suddenly felt a tinge of embarrassment from wearing panties in front of her. Isabella pointed to the bulge in his panties.

"What is going on there in the front of those panties?" Isabella asked.

"I can't help it, Goddess. My cock is getting hard," he said.

Isabella tugged at the front of the panties. She looked down inside the panties at his tiny, excited prick.

"We can't really call that tiny little thing a cock, now can we? That isn't what a real mans cock looks like. From now on we will only refer to it as your sissy clit," Isabella said and released his panties, causing them to snap back into place.

"But Goddess Isabella, it isn't that small," Sissy Slut said and then scoffed in protest.

"Certainly you have taken notice of the other slaves' cocks? Take Blondie, for example. That is a real cock. Now, I want you to confess. Tell me that 'slave has a sissy clit,'" Isabella instructed.

"Slave has a sissy clit," Sissy Slut responded and sighed shamefully.

"That's very good. Now turn around slowly. Let me get a good look at you," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut slowly turned and faced away from Isabella. She gave him a firm pat on his bottom.

"You look like such a pretty, sexy sissy, don't you?" Isabella said.

"Thank you Goddess," Sissy Slut said.

"Now sit on the bed," Isabella ordered.

Sissy Slut walked over to the bed. She found it exciting to have him dressed in such a feminine manner for her, wearing the pretty pink panties, as she stood dressed in her more masculine-looking pantsuit. And he found it exciting to wear her panties in front of her, to know she was watching him walk while he was wearing her pink panties. He sat on the bed with his legs spread slightly apart.

"No, that is not the proper way for sissies to sit. Cross your legs like a pretty sissy," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut strained to bring his right leg over his left. His thick thigh squeezed against his hard prick and his balls as he awkwardly held the position. The excitement of wearing panties for the first time plus the lascivious look in Isabella's eyes became too much for him. He forgot himself and placed his hand over his crotch and rubbed his cock through the lace fabric. Isabella abruptly pulled his hand away. Then she used her hand to slap the head of his cock.

"You do not have permission to rub that sissy clit," Isabella said.

"I'm sorry Goddess Isabella. I couldn't help myself," he said.

Isabella scowled at Sissy Slut as she thought to herself for a moment. She walked over to the laundry basket. She shuffled through the laundry and pulled out a pair of black silk thong panties.

"Good little sissies get to wear pretty pink panties. But filthy little sluts who can't stop rubbing their filthy little clits are only allowed to wear slutty black thong panties," Isabella said. "Now put these on."

Isabella tossed the black silk thong to Sissy Slut. He quickly slipped off the pink panties and then he obediently put on the thong. The sensations of the silk fabric against his cock and the thong riding up the crack of his ass left him feeling like a filthy little slut, just as Isabella desired.

"Now turn around and bend over the bed," Isabella instructed.

Sissy Slut complied. He felt very vulnerable while wearing the thong, with his ass cheeks exposed, his balls peeking out of the bottom of it, and the shape of his stiff prick outlined underneath the black silk fabric. He assumed the position, bent over Isabella's bed. Isabella obtained her wooden hairbrush from her dresser drawer. She ran the wooden back of the hairbrush against Sissy Slut's exposed ass cheeks, intimidating him.

"Now, after each time I spank you, you will say the words 'I'm a dirty slut," Isabella said and then she brought the hairbrush down on his left ass cheek.

"I'm a dirty slut," Sissy Slut said.

He braced himself and after a few moments he felt the whack of her wooden hairbrush against his right ass cheek.

"I'm a dirty slut," Sissy Slut said.

Isabella continued spanking him with her hairbrush as he confessed over and over again to being a dirty slut. She was only satisfied once she had left him with his cheeks flushed from embarrassment and matching his rosy ass cheeks.

"Sit down on the bed," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut eased his sore bottom onto the bed. Isabella took her hairbrush and smacked his inner thigh with it.

"Spread your legs. Let's get a good look at you," she said.

Sissy Slut spread his legs open, his intense erection poking against the silk fabric of the panties. Isabella noticed a stain of precum seeping through the front of the panties.

"You're getting wet, slut. I bet you'd love for me to rub that little sissy clit, wouldn't you?" Isabella asked.

"Oh yes, Goddess. Please," he said.

Isabella grabbed the pink lace panties and forced them into his mouth. She could hear him slightly gag on them as she pulled his arms behind his back and wrapped another pair of panties around his wrists. She cupped her hand over his bulging cock and rubbed it through the silk thong. He moaned and gagged and drooled as he struggled with the panties that bound his wrists. Isabella teased his cock mercilessly until his silk panties were soaked with precum.

"Now I'm really going to rub this sissy clit," Isabella said.

She moved the front of the silk panties aside and his throbbing prick sprung out. Her fingers teased along his shaft and then up to the sensitive head. He moaned and bellowed through the panties that were jammed in his mouth. His cock was warm and slick with precum and she stroked it faster and faster. He lost himself in the excitement and starting thrusting his hips, fucking his hard cock into the palm of her hand.

"Do you know what I do with sissies who are acting too slutty and horny?" Isabella asked.

Sissy Slut fucked the palm of her hand harder and faster. His balls tightened up. She felt him suddenly buck and twitch.

"I ruin their orgasms," Isabella said.

Isabella withdrew her hand at the exact moment that he began to cum. His eyes widened and his body convulsed. His cum spurted weakly from the head of his cock and then it sadly dripped down his shaft. His cock helplessly twitched in the air as he struggled with his binds. He emitted a mixture of screams and moans as he writhed around. His muffled screams were eclipsed by Isabella's wicked laughter. She removed the pink panties from his mouth and dropped them into his lap.

"You may keep these. Consider them a gift," Isabella said.

"Thank you, Goddess," he said, panting from exhaustion.

Isabella hadn't transformed him into a sissy slut that day, for deep down inside that was what he had always been. She merely helped him to realize it. She continued laughing at him as he sat there whining, with his thighs and his panties covered in his cum. Her cruelty astounded him, to bring him so near to the point of ecstasy, to build him up like that only to abandon his orgasm. But several years later he would come to know just how cruel Isabella could truly be.

Soon after that first encounter with Isabella, Sissy Slut became Johanna's slave. He served Johanna for the next several years until the day of Pomona's arrival in Femininus. It was then decided that Sissy Slut would live with Isabella. He spent the next several months striving to become her tease and denial slut. He cooked and cleaned and toiled for her and slept in a cage over those long months until one night, on her way to the room behind the red door, Isabella stopped at Sissy Slut's cage. She eyed him with an intimidating combination of curiosity and wickedness. She thought about how hard he had worked for her over those past several months and how he had proven his dedication to her.

"Make sure you get a good night's sleep, Sissy Slut. Tomorrow will be a long day for you," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut slowly awoke the next morning to the feel of five smooth, delicate fingers teasing his stiff cock. His eyes gradually opened to see Isabella standing at his cage. She had opened the door of his cage and she was reaching inside to touch him. She taunted his morning erection with each prolonged, torturous stroke with her delicate fingers.

"Good morning Sissy Slut," Isabella said.

"Good morning, Goddess Isabella," he responded, and then let out a desperate moan.

"Today you will accompany me to Goddess Magdalena's home," Isabella said.

"Yes Goddess," Sissy Slut said.

After a good long while of being teased by Isabella, Sissy Slut was then ordered to cook her breakfast. Isabella ate at her dining room table as Sissy Slut knelt on the floor and munched on his table scraps. He helped Isabella dress and prepare herself. Then they were off to Magdalena's.

Magdalena appeared very young at her 19 years of age. Tall and slender with raven black hair, she towered over Sissy Slut as he arrived with Isabella. Sissy Slut came dressed in his French maid's uniform with his black silk thong and no chastity cage. Isabella came dressed in a black, elegant, tight fitting dress. Magdalena's dress was short and loose, and it left an enticing view of every inch and every curve of her smooth long legs. Goddesses Sara and Ramona arrived soon after Isabella and Sissy Slut. The other slaves, including those belonging to Magdalena, were all sent away and Sissy Slut was made to serve the Goddesses for the remainder of the afternoon and evening. He served them drinks and gave them foot massages as they sipped champagne.
Throughout the day, Sissy Slut could not take his eyes off Magdalena's legs. The site of her long lissome legs caused his little prick to stick up straight inside his panties. He caught glimpses of her crossing and uncrossing her luscious legs as he served her and the other Goddesses. He was eventually allowed to massage her feet. He knelt on the floor in front of her, entranced by her sexy legs. His eyes lingered on every inch of every curve as he performed the task of massaging her feet. His lust consumed him so to the point he could not help himself any longer.

"Goddess Magdalena, your legs are so sexy," he said.

"Who told you that you could speak?" Isabella asked.

Isabella rose from her seat and approached him. Sissy Slut bowed his head and cast his eyes to the ground as he knelt in silence. Isabella stood beside him and she slipped her hands up underneath the skirt of her dress. Sissy Slut watched as she shook her hips back and forth and pulled down the black silk thong she was wearing. She pulled her thong down to her knees and let go of it. His eyes followed her thong as it fell to the floor. He caught an enticing view of Isabella's cleavage as she knelt down to pick up her panties. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly in her pushup bra. She retrieved her panties from the floor and she shoved them into his mouth.

"That should keep you quiet. Now strip down to your panties," Isabella ordered.

Sissy Slut quickly rose to his feet. He slid off his fishnet stockings. He looked around the room at the Goddesses. They all sat leisurely and watched him as he stripped. He slid the shoulder straps of his uniform down his shoulders.

"No, pull it up over your head, Slut. And turn around before you do it," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut slowly turned around. He timidly pulled the skirt of the uniform up. His ass became exposed to the group. He continued pulling the uniform up over his head and completely removed it. He dropped the frilly uniform to the floor and stood dressed in nothing but his tiny black silk thong panties. The faint giggles and whispers of the Goddesses echoed in his ears. He looked down at his erection as it pushed against his silk thong. He felt ashamed and did not want all of the Mistresses to see him aroused, but he anticipated Isabella's next order and knew he would have to obey.

"Turn around, Sissy," Isabella said.

Sissy Slut complied. He kept his eyes sheepishly cast to the ground as he slowly turned and faced them. The Mistresses looked him over, not so much in the manner that they would look at a person, but more in the manner that they would study their property or an object.

"Oh my, someone is excited," Goddess Sara said as she examined his hard on.

"Do I see something poking up underneath those panties?" Ramona asked.

"It certainly is rather small," Magdalena said.

"I call it his sissy clit," Isabella said.

"Oh, it does look like a little sissy clit," Magdalena said as she leaned in towards him and laughed.

"This one wishes to be my tease and denial slut," Isabella said.

"Well, let's give him a good tease then" Magdalena said.

Magdalena stood and she slowly slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down her shoulders. She held her dress up by the palms of her hands as she bit down on her sultry lower lip. Sissy Slut breathed heavily through his nose and gagged on the panties in his mouth as his cock twitched in his thong. Magdalena let go of her dress and it plummeted to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but a pair of pink cotton bikini style panties with lace trimming. She stood considerably taller than him, and Sissy Slut found her great height and slender stature to be both desirable and yet intimidating. Her raven black locks flowed down the curves of her rounded shoulders. Her breasts were small and youthful with hard pointed nipples. Her thighs were well-toned and yet they possessed a smooth delicateness to them.

"You're right, Magdalena. This one does look like he will be a lot of fun to tease," Sara said.

Sara stood up and began to unfasten the back of her plush dress. Ramona stood up behind her and helped her. Ramona slid the dress off of Sara as Sissy Slut helplessly watched. Sara was wearing a waist clinching, black steel boned under bust corset and matching black thong panties. Sissy Slut stared at her exposed breasts, so large and round. The torment and teasing continued as Ramona removed her dress to reveal her over bust corset, which showed off her immense cleavage. Sara and Ramona were much older and experienced than Sissy Slut. Their aged beauty and authoritative spirit humbled him. And they both knew they would enjoy toying with such a virginal, pliable sissy.

The three Goddesses circled around their prey as Isabella watched from her lounge chair. She thoroughly enjoyed watching her sissy get used by the other Goddesses. Sissy Slut's eyes darted back and forth as the Mistresses circled him. He watched Sara's ass move as she walked around in her thong. He studied Ramona's breasts as they practically spilled out of her corset with each breath. He watched Magdalena's toned legs with each step she took. As if all of that weren't enough to torture him, Goddess Isabella slid her dress up, giving him a peek at her smooth, shaved pussy. And then she crossed her lovely legs and smiled wickedly at him. She eyed his hard prick as it stuck straight out underneath his panties.

"Look at that hard sissy clit. You can't help it when you see a woman. We make you weak," Isabella said.

All Sissy Slut could do was leer at the women and helplessly moan, his mouth stuffed with Isabella's panties. Sara grabbed Sissy Slut's cock. She savored every whimper that emitted from his gagged mouth as she roughly fondled his package. She released him from her grip and left him to Magdalena. Magdalena's touch was much more delicate and sensual. Her dainty fingers slid over his horny prick in deliberate, teasing strokes. Isabella rose from her lounge chair and approached. Before he knew it, he felt all four of the women running their hands over his shoulders and his chest and his thighs and through his hair. Isabella and Magdalena both rubbed their hands over his twitching cock.

"We're going to use you for the entire evening," Isabella said.

The next several hours were a bit of a blur with moments almost dreamlike, yet with very real, very heightened sensitivity. The Goddesses were all stripped down to their panties and he could smell the sweat from their bodies as they cuddled up to him and teased him. The Goddesses loved having a panty-clad sissy to toy with and tease. Isabella returned to her chair and watched them. She found it very arousing that Sissy Slut and the Goddesses were all in their panties. As she watched the Goddesses tease him, his appearance was very similar to theirs and yet so different. His feminine demeanor and delicate frame complemented theirs, with the exception of the stiff erection in his panties. He displayed the arousal of a man and yet he was emasculated and feminized. The Goddesses stripped him of his manliness and they wielded their power over him. Sissy Slut became entranced, with all of those lovely, delicate hands rubbing all over his body. The Goddesses grabbed and smacked his ass as they teased his poor cock. The Goddesses moaned in his ear and they sucked on his neck. And they pinched and tortured his tender nipples. The paddles seemed to appear out of nowhere. The Goddesses circled around him. They used an assortment of paddles on him, some made of leather and some made of wood. The Goddesses paddled and teased and tormented Sissy Slut for hours. At the end of it all he was left with a red sore bottom, an achy leaky cock, and swollen blue balls. Isabella pulled him by his sweaty hair as he moaned and drooled, his mouth still stuffed with her panties.

"Well Sissy Slut, I have decided to make you my tease and denial slut after all. Since I am such a busy woman, I cannot afford the luxury of teasing you all day and night. So, I've enlisted the help of the other Goddesses. They will all trade you off and take turns teasing you and using you every day. I'm going to require that my tease and denial slut be teased endlessly," Isabella said as she smiled wickedly. "I told you. Careful what you wish for."