Once down to my knickers, I began to squeeze into the wretched catsuit. Only then did I discover how difficult it was to get into a plastic tight-fitt...ing suit. The moment I undid the front zip and stepped into the leggings I realised this was a task best performed in a cool environment rather than the confines of a hot sticky broom cupboard.It was that exact moment the shop assistant pushed past my makeshift cardboard doorstop and came swanning into the room carrying a large mirror. She caught. No... not me... no... no... no... not me ...” Venetia rose from her Throne and smiled seraphically down at her helpless victim. “You know what is going to happen to you, of course.” “No... nooo... no... not me... I... am... a Princess... not me... no... no... no ...” went on Xena as she shuddered uncontrollably. Her eyes were wide and imploring. Venetia went on smiling. “Correction,” she said. “You WERE a Princess. Now you are a slave. And, as you know, girl, all slaves are shaven and pierced.”. You see, it is vitally important that he comes tocompletey accept his status in society and to that end all pleasureneeds to be removed from his feminine experiences. Have you been givighim relief?" Yes, once a day, every day," came the reply."Oh no darling, that's nowhere near enough. I would recommend a minimumof at least five times a day until there are no thrills left in him atall. Humiliation too, is very important. Do you humiliate him?"Lynda replied that indeed, Danica found being made. I could smell her scentthrough the dress already. My lust was beginning to take controlagain."Please,...Please, Mummy, can I pleasure you?" No," said Lorraine. "Not good enough. Ask to lick her pussy,fanny or cunt. Whatever. Do it, you sissyboy."Mary looked at Lorraine and laughed. They were enjoyinghumiliating me. I was enjoying it too. I could not understand.I was petrified. The thought of getting even close to Elizabethwas scaring me but I could feel my cock rising. It was exciting."Look,".