Sissy Bella is Forced to be a Mistress!

Could Mistress Z give out Worse Punishments?

“Pick it up Sissy Bella!”

“Mistress Zatanna . . . I’m sorry . . . but I just can’t . . . PLEASE!”

“Sissy Bella! I’m so very disappointed in you right now. You’ve never disobeyed me . . . ever!”

“Mistress . . . I’m sorry . . . but this is different . . . please don’t make me do this . . . please!”

“When I told you to pick up those dozen cream filled panties and cum filled thongs using only your teeth . . . you did it without question.”

“Yes Mistress I did . . . but crawling on all fours and cleaning up a mess left from your orgy is my place in your World . . . it’s where I belong.”

“Sissy Bella. You do understand the only reason I’m even allowing this two sided discussion with your Mistress is because you are my favorite Sissy.”

“Mistress, yes, I understand you feel I’m your favorite. Even though I don’t understand why, much less deserve it. I am the bottom of bottoms.”

“And a very nice bottom you have right now crammed so tightly within that latex dress. Take a look at yourself Sissy in the mirror and tell me what you see?”

Only able to take the smallest of steps, due to the tightness of his latex dress around his knees, Sissy Bella slowly moves into the middle of the full-length triple mirrors. “I see a Sissy not worthy of your attention, time or effort Mistress.”

“Sissy Bella, I am giving you my time, so you better start working with me or I will ball tie and box you for the weekend!”

“Yes Mistress . . . please ball tie and box me . . . I deserve it. Should I get the box Mistress?”

“NO! Look at yourself again while I tell you what I see.”

Sissy Bella looks in the mirrors, turning left and right slightly to admire his form being reshaped by the outfit Mistress Zatanna had him wear.

“I see a Mistress, Sissy Bella . . . you are a powerful, sexy as fuck, Mistress ready to command, punish, tease and or torture your own Slave.”

Shaking nervously, “Oh God No Mistress Zatanna! No! I’m a Sissy. I’ve always been a Sissy and always will. I could never be a Mistress over any Slave.”

“If I was wearing that skin tight latex dress, hugging my every curve. Pushing my breasts up high like yours look right now. My waist squeezed tight by that corset and those black arm coverings. What would you see Sissy Bella?”

“I would see the most powerful, sexy and beautiful Mistress I’ve ever known.”

“And Sissy Bella . . . If I was also holding the blue crop . . . then what would you feel?”

“Fear Mistress . . . Fear, excitement and submissiveness. I would be that much more in total awe of your power over me as a lowly Sissy.”

“Then Sissy Bella . . . that is what’s needed to complete your Mistress ensemble. Go and pick it up . . . now! I’m not fucking around any more!”

“Mistress Zatanna . . . it’s your blue crop. It’s your favorite. Please just use it on me like its meant to be.”

Mistress Z gets off her thrown, picks up her blue crop and brings it to Sissy Bella. “Hold your hand out . . . your left hand Sissy.”

Sissy Bella does so, but still lets out a little beg, “Mistress . . . please!”

“Open your hand Sissy . . . now!”

Slowly opening his hand, “Mistress Zatanna . . . I don’t deserve this. Please just punish me another way . . . please!”

Zatanna puts the handle of her most prized blue crop into the palm of Sissy Bella’s left hand. “Close your fingers Sissy!”

Closing his fingers around the hard black handle, Sissy Bella lets out a loud gasp as the rush of power touches his hand! “This is too much! Mistress! I can’t do it!” He starts to open his hand . . . planning to let go . . .

“If you let go Sissy Bella . . . you will not be my Sissy anymore. Now or ever!”

Sissy Bella moves around in front of the triple mirrors and still can’t believe what he’s seeing. He turns, twists, walks and even does the smallest of motion with the end of the crop. Instinctively wanting to whip his own latex covered ass. With the crop fully in the grasp of Sissy Bella, he asks, “Ok Mistress, I did it. Can I please let go now?”

“No Mistress Bella. Now we need to get you your own Sissy . . . or better yet. A strong Slave you can take through the Sissification process.”

Sissy Bella starts to shake and panic, “Please Mistress! I can’t do that! I’m scared!”

Mistress Zatanna calls out, “Rod! Get your ass over here! Now!” Not only does she pick out one of her Slaves who’ve never wore any female clothing . . . she also chose the biggest and strongest Slave of all!

Rod comes over in his tight leather shorts, kneels in front of Zatanna and says, “Yes Mistress Zatanna. I’m here Mistress. How may I please you Mistress?”

“Slave Rod . . . you may please me by submitting 100% to Mistress Bella.”

“Wait? What? To that Sissy? Mistress . . . I would prefer to not be . . .”

“Slave! If you want me instead, I will tie you spread eagle and naked to the wall. Wrap a piano wire noose around your balls. Tie a small bucket on the bottom of the wire and have everyone come piss in it until your balls painfully rip from you body! . . . Or . . . you can submit 100% to Mistress Bella?”

Mistress Zatanna, being such a caring and fair Mistress, always believes in giving her Slaves and Sissies choices.

Rod turns on his knees, so he’s facing Sissy Bella . . . who’s now Mistress Bella. “How may I please you Mistress Bella?”

All nervous, “Now what do I do Mistress Zatanna?”

“You make him into your own little Sissy, Mistress Bella.”

Slave Rod again dares to question what’s happening, “Mistress Zatanna, I’m sorry, but that’s not what I signed up for when I became your Slave.”

The piano wire noose hits the floor and slides into Slave Rod’s knee. He can see just how thin and sharp it is! Head down, he calmly turns back to Mistress Bella and awaits his fate.

For a Slave like Rod, becoming a Sissy is the worst possible punishment he could ever be given . . . next to being castrated with piano wire and a bucket full of piss!

So, Slave Rod is naked and waiting for his first command from his new, temporary Mistress . . . Mistress Bella. Surrounded by Sissy Bella’s collection of makeup and other feminine joys. He tries his best at not giving a quick shiver of disgust . . . but noticeably fails.

Mistress Zatanna asks, “What’s wrong Rod? Is all of this getting you excited? Is little Rod twitching? Permission to speak freely Rod is granted . . . for the next 60 seconds.”

Slave Rod takes a deep breath in . . . and . . . “I’m sorry Mistress. I may be a Slave, but I’m not a Sissy like Sissy Bella here. He’s a born Sissy and deserves it. Whip me, beat me, brand me . . . but I’m not wearing any of this Sissy bullshit!”

Mistress Zatanna puts her hand on her chin as Slave Rod does his best foot stomp while Mistress Bella is starting to cry . . .

“Slave Rod. First off, he is Mistress Bella. Not Sissy Bella. Make that mistake again and you’ll be spending the night, hogtied face down in the piss pit again. As far as not wearing any of this . . . Sissy bullshit . . . I agree . . .”

He let’s out a sigh of relief along with a, “I’m sorry Mistress Bella . . . I won’t make that mistake again.”

Zatanna continues, “I agree you won’t be wearing any of this Sissy bullshit until we first get you fully tucked extra tight.”

Slave Rod had never been tucked, but fully understood what it meant. He also was never able to be this close to Mistress Zatanna without a massive erection. Rod knew that tucking and a massive erection goes together like toothpaste and orange juice.

He looked at Mistress Zatanna with a bit of a smirk and an eye point towards his crotch, figuring he was free and clear of any tuckage happening today. Without a word, Mistress Zatanna grabbed his left wrist, strapped it and locked it to the wall. Then, repeated this with his right wrist.

Several random bumps into his tip only made him even more erect and very un-tuckable. Looking into Rod’s eyes, Mistress Zatanna asks, “You think this is funny?”

“Yes Mistress . . . I’m sorry . . . but I do.”

“Well you have five minutes to go flaccid so you can be tucked or I’ll have Mistress Bella take care of your problem for you.”

Both Slave Rod and Mistress Bella reply, “What now?”

“Four minutes and forty five seconds . . .”

A second time in unison, “Wait? What’s happening?”

Mistress Zatanna allows the improper phrases missing “Mistress”, only because she has much more important things of concern . . . “Three minutes . . .”

“Mistress Zatanna! I can’t make it go down!” Pleads Rod!

“Mistress Zatanna! What am I going to do?” Cries Mistress Bella!

“You’re going to crop his cock and balls until it’s ready to be tucked.”

Rod continues to plead, “Mistress Please!”

Bella continues to cry, “Mistress Please!”

Mistress Zatanna instructs, “Get ready Mistress Bella . . . cause it seems to be only getting bigger. I’m thinking Slave Rod likes our plan to Sissify him.”

Slave Rod pulls on his straps and locks hard! If it were anyone else, it would be funny. Except with him, he’s like Hercules between two big stone pillars ready to pull down the ceiling . . . which makes Zatanna nervous for a second . . .

“Sixty seconds left and that rocket is going no where! Get ready Mistress Bella.”

Mistress Bella is shaking, but starts to move closer to Slave Rod . . .

“Get away! Get back! Mistress Zatanna! Please make him stop!”

“Ten seconds . . .”

Both Mistress Bella and Slave Rod turn to Mistress Zatanna and scream, “PLEASE!”

“Times Up!”

Mistress Bella does his best Morticia walk with the latex dress being so tight around his knees. Slave Rod shakes his head no as Bella moves closer . . .

Bringing the crop into position . . . Mistress Bella can’t help but hyperventilate and shake as the time finally comes!

“Go ahead Mistress Bella . . . he deserves it for not making it go down on it’s own.”

Mistress Bella takes an upward swing of the hard leather crop and {Smack!} right on the head of Rod’s shaft! Rod let’s out a painful grunt . . . which causes Mistress Bella to scream! You guessed it . . . like a girl as he tossed the crop onto the floor, cries and mumbles mommy!”

Mistress Zatanna picks it up and hands it back to Mistress Bella, who’s still shaking. “Drop it again and you won’t get to touch, tongue, suck or feel any cocks, pussies or assholes for at least a week.”

Finally! The right threat! {Smack!} “Fuck!” {Smack!} “Mistress!” {Smack!} “Dammit!” {Smack!} “It’s going down it’s going down!” {Smack!} “Oh God!” {Smack!} “Mistress Zatanna Help!”

What a few seconds earlier was like smacking a hard log has quickly become a flailing around bright red lump of floppy man meat! At this point, Rod finally joins in on the uncontrolled crying . . .

Zatanna tells Bella, “Tuck him! In fact . . . this new Sissy needs a double tucking.” Trading Mistress Bella an extra large Tuck Kit while taking back her favorite blue riding crop.

As clumsy as Mistress Bella was with the riding crop . . . he could apply a tuck kit blindfolded. Mistress Zatanna quickly slams a bit gag into Rod’s mouth and straps it into place.

“You going to need to bite down on this, because your balls are about to go back where they were before they fully dropped.”

Rod’s eyes go wide as he grunts hard into his gag! Mistress Bella starts by tucking his testicles into his inguinal canals. The fear and look of pain in Rod’s eyes is amazing! He didn’t even know this was possible! Where are his balls going? Will they ever come back?

Mistress Zatanna comments, “Don’t be so scared Sissy Rod . . . you don’t need those any more. Either Mistress Bella can get them fully tucked for you or I can band them until they turn black and just fall off.”

Per his Mistress’s wishes, Rod’s body is hair free, beyond his head. This makes taping the lead edge of the tuck kit on his flesh just above his cock that much easier. From there, its one smooth motion and his crotch now looks like Ken’s!

Zatanna is so ready for this process and hands Mistress Bella a Gaff at just the right moment. A Gaff visually looks like a thong, but these are double or triple thick plus tighter and stronger than any thong you’ve ever seen.

Sissy Rod is forced to lift one foot, then the other, before Mistress Bella slides the Gaff all the way up and pulled tightly into place! Mistress Bella can’t help but let his hand slide from between Sissy Rod’s thighs and up the smooth tight front of the Gaff.

Unable to feel what he expected to feel, Sissy Rod starts to panic and struggle like crazy! He felt as if a Magician or Witch just magically removed his manhood!

“You don’t seem so big and tuff any more Sissy Rod . . . what happened? Is my poor baby’s manhood all gone? Are your balls tucked away like they never existed?” She removes his bit gag.

Mistress Bella couldn’t help but giggle at Zatanna’s teasing, which frustrated Sissy Rod even further. Just the sight alone of rod-less Rod was already such a treat for both Mistress Zatanna and Mistress Bella . . . but there is still much room for improvements.

“Mistress Zatanna? Now that I’ve experienced this torture . . . can this stuff be removed so I can go back to being your Slave? So I can service you every way possible with my mouth and cock?”

Mistress Zatanna replies, “Sissy Rod-less . . . there will be servicing with your mouth . . . but it won’t be on my pussy or ass.”

“Mistress Bella. I’m going to unlock Sissy Rod-less’s wrists and he is going to follow your every command under penalty of a final visit with my elastrator if he does not. Sissy Rod-less . . . do you fully understand?”

Taking a deep swallow, which will be good practice, Sissy Rod-less replies, “Yes Mistress Zatanna . . . Anything you want Mistress Bella.”

Turning back to Mistress Bella, Zatanna says, “I feel the rest of his outfit should be up to you . . . but if you don’t mind Mistress Bella . . . It would make me happy if he added this next. And before I forget, with the straps forced over his shoulders.”

“Put this on Sissy.” Says Mistress Bella in a very quiet and timid voice.

“He needs to hear you Mistress Bella. You’re in charge Mistress Bella. Say it like you did when Sissy Stephen tried to take your favorite heels.”

Bella takes a deep breath, holds his shoulders high and says in a stern voice, “Give me my shoes or I’ll slap you!”

Zatanna’s eyes roll back as she questions if this was her best plan for the day or not. “Right tone Mistress Bella. But try, put this on now you Sissy or I’ll whip you until you bleed!”

Mistress Bella follows her instructions and Sissy Rod-less follows his. “Straps over the shoulders Sissy!”

“But Mistress . . . they’re not . . .” {Smack!}

“That wasn’t a question or a suggestion Sissy! You don’t have to worry about it being too tight on your balls . . . because you don’t have any!” Adds Mistress Bella.

As Sissy Rod-less strains to pull the straps tightly over his shoulders, Mistress Bella picks out the rest of his outfit. Next come the red thigh high nylons with wide lace tops. They are so tight on his larger than normal muscular thighs.

An extra short ruffled pink mini skirt that’s all shiny and sparkly. He’s forced to squeeze into equally sparkly heels from Mistress Bella’s collection of extra large shoes. Then comes the top . . . a black crop top with fur on the front with matching black fur wristlets.

Mistress Zatanna knows Rod’s very negative opinion of blondes, so she says, “Mistress Bella . . . I think your new Sissy would look best as a blonde. Don’t you?”

Mistress Bella replies, “I fully agree . . . as soon as I’m done with his make up lesson and applying his perfume.”

In her mind, Zatanna wished she had a small table and chairs, a cute little pink tea set and fluffy unicorns for Sissy Rod-less to sit down and play with! Dammit! Next time!

Sissy Rod-less tries to sit still, but can’t with the odd feeling of his balls missing and his cock underneath him. Mistress Bella says firmly, “Hold Still Sissy! Or you’ll mess up your lipstick!”

Mistress Zatanna waits on her throne for the final version of Sissy Rod-less to stumble out for his very first runway showing. He doesn’t want to come out from behind the curtains . . .

Mistress Bella smacks him on his rock solid little ass and says, “Go Sissy!”

Sissy Rod-less makes a fist and does a partial swing at Bella who screams and stumbles backwards!

Not needing to see what just happened, Mistress Zatanna calls out, “Where’s our new ball-less Sissy?”

Rod, with his head held low, stumbles out onto the runway . . . stomps his way to the end and stands completely still. Totally emasculated . . . he was devastated with the complete loss of his manhood and it was obvious!

Mistress Bella, on the other hand, has birthed his first Infant Sissy and couldn’t be more proud! His head was held high and his falsies were pushed way out!

Sissy Rod-less turned to leave and Mistress Zatanna called out, “You forgot to do your flourish Sissy! We need to see your proudness at being such a pretty sissy.”

He turns back around, spreads his legs apart a little, twists his hips and spreads his arms out like a fancy dance move. Then tries to leave a second time . . .

“Nice Sissy . . . but once more with some dainty finger pointing . . . and then you can go.”

One more time, Sissy Rod-less follows every instruction as Mistress Bella does the girliest of tiny claps in appreciation for his showing. As he works his way back to the curtain, Mistress Zatanna calls out again, “Hips! Come On You Sissy! We need to see some hip movement! One more time like you mean it . . . and then you can take a break Sissy.”

Sissy Rod-less starts from the curtains, works his way to the end and just before his flourishing, he stops and questions “Break? I’m sorry Mistress Zatanna. May I ask what you mean by I can take a break? Isn’t it time I get to go back to being your Slave?”

“Wow! I should fucking smother you right now for speaking out of turn like that! I said break, because our guests won’t be here for a few hours yet . . . to watch you do your one Sissy Fashion Show.”

“Mistress, I . . . “

{Slam!} He stops as he stares at Mistress Zatanna’s blue elastrator tool! The same blue as her favorite riding crop!

“Check these out Sissy.” Holding up some very small and very thick bands. “They claim these are the tightest possible and castrate quicker than anything else on the market. So, what were you saying about your Sissy Fashion Show?”

“Mistress Zatanna . . . and Mistress Bella . . . I can’t wait to put on my one Sissy Fashion Show for the both of you.”

Mistress Bella stood there with the saddest of looks and Mistress Zatanna notice. “Bella? Did you want to be in the show also?”

Jumping up and down, “Yes Mistress! Yes! Please! Can I?”

“Of course you can Sissy Bella . . . it’s who you are.”

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