Tinasback - Jesuit Story 5 Transgender Teenage / School Authoritarian
Phase Five - Jesuit Induction
So there I was, slim nervous sixteen femmeboi, full of raging hormones dressed as a Maid most of the time, totally focussed on serving dom older guys, on more particularly "dominant devious older Jesuits" who all had decades of experience of converting bois into essentially trans sex slaves.
The older senior Jesuits had a well-tested method for producing sex slaves who would serve The Sacred Order for the rest of their lives without question. I was just another in a long line of bois systematically moulded and perverted to give them pleasure and amusement for years to come.
They had broken me years ago and I had no self-regard through years of constant belittling, academic and sport failure, so now to ensure the quivering faggot was totally obedient and never tried to resist orders, no matter how perverted or demeaning...
I was effectively a full-time toy for them in their secluded chambers, the true heavy obedience conditioning would begin. Its easy to control a femmeboi locked in chastity quivering in frustration, just brush her sensitive hormone enhanced nipples, while spanking her arse or feeding her a glass of warm piss.
A typical scenario was they would call me in to the living room, make me tend the fire, bending over in front of them as they relaxed with a drink, then they would effectively slowly torture me. As I bent over my ultra-short pvc maids dress rode up, exposing my thin thong, smooth hairless arse and tightly caged clitty, for all to see and ridicule. Old gnarly hairy hands reached out and slapped, stroked and molested my smooth white skin, fingering my quivering lubed hole, stroking my stockings and suspenders or very lightly brushing my small balls or clit to keep me stimulated and aroused.
They liked nothing more than making me moan with pent up frustration making my clit pulse in its tiny cage, then as I showed any sign at all of arousal a quick slap, smack or flick or a cane to bring me down and back to reality. A never-ending cycle or pleasure and pain ensued round and round until I could hardly tell the difference between pain and pleasure, it just made my clitty leak in its cage as they tormented me on and on.
They basically treated me like a pet and trained me like a dog, if I sucked cock or licked arse and drank piss, I was praised, stroked and pleasured to a certain level, never to the point of release of course, but if I ever baulked or showed displeasure or disgust, the cruel thin cane or ferrula came out. The cane always cut into my arse or thighs and was administered harshly and immediately never faltering never held back to ensure the link... good behaviour stroking and praise, bad behaviour instant pain and punishment.
Punishment were of course the main focus and areas of creativity for the elderly priests and ranged from a cane on the soft upturned arse or thighs, to butt plugs smeared in deep heat, to extreme clitty torture with a pepper mint lubed sound or ball stretching and nipple clamps. The various punishments were always deeply sexual and depraved to cause humiliation and reinforce the feeling of subservience and worthlessness. A favourite was to pack my clitty cage with nettles and make me wear it for hours and tie it to harsh crocodile clips clamped on my swollen nipples, so as I moved doing any of the various domestic tasks, my caged clit pulled on my sensitive nipples causing feedback of pleasure, pain and humiliation. All the while this humiliation reinforcing the feeling of subservience and being a slave to their many sexual desires......
Even at night, or especially at night, the faggot maid as they called me was made to suffer and remain firmly in the role of submissive and worthless sex toy. To ensure I never exited the "subtoy mental zone" I was made to sleep in a black lace skimpy teddy with stockings, suspenders and trainer bra, chocker, clit cage and padded mittens to ensure I couldn't play with my locked clit, pleasure myself or gain any relief at all. Even the idea of relief was now quite scary to me, as I knew the punishment and pain I would undergo if they found I had somehow made myself cum would have been very extreme and would go on for days without mercy.
I once spurted sissy tears of frustration out of my cage when riding one of the sacristy wooden phalluses and the retribution was enormous. I was immediately pulled off the huge greased cock and tied to the wooden bench and wired up to the electro machine, an old Victorian device they kept for just such events. The "electrosissymaker" as they called it, had many attachments and various pulsing levels of charge and delayed timing routines.
As you can imagine I rarely ever came (maybe three times in a year maybe less) so the punishment was quite extreme and never left my memory, the brutal never-ending pain and shock / experience lives with me to this day... it makes the very idea of cumming or relief simply not a possibility anymore, the consequences just not worth it. The device unsurprisingly had a metal flared butt plug with a wide rim and heavy taper to ensure it was not easily expelled by a pulsing hole. It also had metal nipple clamps, a tight metal band to fit round a sissy's ball sack, a sound to plug a faggots tiny clit pee hole and even stick on pads to attach to a victims bum cheeks to ensure an all-round sexual suffering experience was possible.... It had been developed by the physics department and improved over many years of use.
As I pleaded for mercy the sound was slowly slid deep into my caged clit and firmly attached to the cage, (so it stayed in place even with struggling bucking hips), the plug was greased with an electro conductive lube and pushed into place with a slurp as my pussy lips closed round it, the tit clips attached to my swollen hormone enhanced nipples and pads stuck to my arse cheeks, now trembling wildly as I knew the pain games would shortly commence. I can still vividly remember every moment in crystal clear total clarity and it regularly crops in in dreams to this day...
Bang - the shock hit deep in my clitty first, burning and jolting me causing me to cry in pain and buck on the bench, this was just a teaser as to what was to come. The laughing priest then slowly added tit pain to the mix in a pulsing slow rhythm cycling from a tingle to full on burn eliciting a mona and gasp of pain from deep within me. Then the plug deep in my boipussy throbbed and caused me to contract tightly round its girth, making my sphincter spasm hard round the base, clenching then relaxing then clenching again like a vice, I had no control over myself and my body was completely at his mercy and vulnerable to his every whim and he knew it.
He played me like a musical instrument for hours on end making me grunt moan and cry out in despair whenever he wanted, he clearly loved making me moan grunt struggle and cry in rhythm like some perverted animal instrument. They laughingly called it the sissy synthesiser or sissy-sizer and lost themselves in lust playing very long intricate songs with my smooth faggot body. A game they played was trying to make me moan and cry a recognizable song and they tried for hours to get me to moan out a popular tune that they could all guess, they took it in turns to see if I would moan and cry out a song, they all knew. Once they tired of my cries and sobbing a heavy ball gag was tied round my head to muffle the noise and increase the enjoyment as they pretended not to understand my muffled cries teasing me that they thought I was asking for more punishment.
I bucked and struggled for hours giving them my sissy boi-pain and humiliation and they fed on it like pain vampires. The more pain I endured and the more suffering I gave then the more they seemed to need, I was told faggots like me were born to serve them pain 247, it was what we were born for and our future only lay in learning how to give them more and how best to satisfy their demands.
When they tired of personally making me squirm and buck, they simply set the infernal device to an automatic setting and it would randomly without warning cycle through the various different programmes, a harsh pulse to my clit here, a shock to the butt plug there or a slow repeating pattern of tit burning torture followed by shock to my butt cheeks... this punishment was always without warning and kept me on edge unable to relax or escape the pain for hours. The more I sweated the harder the voltage bolt hit, the Jesuits joked many a weight loss clinic would charge a fortune for such an effective weight loss and muscle tone treatment.
They often sat casually chatting, eating and drinking, watching porn with me tied quivering and pulsing / jolting to the side of the room on my punishment bench with the remorseless electricity doing its irresistible job of converting me to a pain slut for their amusement.
One time after I had accidently spurted sissy juice through my cage without permission after excessive stimulation, they left me on the bench all night bound gagged and with a black out hood on my head and left me suffering for almost twelve hours on the "sissy-sizer". I was a gibbering mess afterwards and sobbing and pleading that I would never cum again or disobey a command ever again.
Now the mere thought of disobeying a command makes me tremble and sweat, no matter how humiliating or perverse. It seems that the sissy-sizer certainly works!
Now that I could not disobey a command the Order wanted to expand my tolerance to humiliation and improve my ability to satisfy there more perverse sexual demands. I was still not 17 and they had already ensured I would never live a normal life or have a family, my only satisfaction in life was to be gained by pleasuring others no matter how deviant the demands. That desire to please others no matter what they demand has never left me to this day, the Jesuits certainly know how to mould a sissy boi for life.
More to come....