Sissy's New Life

Chapter Seven: The Custom Video

Two months had passed since Mitch's first day at university, and his transformation had been profound. His once-short hair had grown long and blonde, cascading down his shoulders in soft waves. His skin was smooth and hairless, and his body had taken on a more feminine shape, with a rounded butt that Lanya and Alexandra adored. But the most significant change was the tattoo etched above his crotch, declaring in bold, permanent ink: "Property of Lanya and Alexandra."

The inscription was a constant reminder of his submission and servitude, a mark of his devotion and the ownership claimed by the two women who controlled his life. Despite the intense training and the new lifestyle, Mitch found a strange sense of belonging in his role, even as he continued to struggle with the demands placed upon him.

One evening, Alexandra approached Mitch with a serious expression. "We have a special request from a client," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Her name is Abbie, someone you might remember from high school. She's paid handsomely for a custom video, and you're going to fulfil her fantasies."

Mitch's heart sank at the mention of Abbie. They had dated briefly in high school, and the thought of her seeing him like this, knowing what he had become, filled him with dread. "What does she want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alexandra's smile was cold. "She wants to see you tied down and forced-fed scat and other fluids from Lanya. Everything will be recorded and sent to her. You will obey, or the consequences will be severe."

Mitch's stomach churned at the thought, but he knew better than to resist. "Yes, Mistress Alexandra," he replied, his voice trembling.

That night, they prepared the dungeon for the recording. Lanya and Alexandra set up multiple cameras to capture every angle, ensuring that Abbie would get exactly what she had paid for. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation and Mitch's mounting anxiety.

Lanya approached Mitch, her demeanour softer but still authoritative. "You'll be fine, my sweet sissy," she murmured, brushing a lock of his blonde hair from his face. "Just remember to focus on pleasing us. That's all that matters."

Mitch nodded, trying to steady his breathing. "Yes, Mistress."

They led him to a large, padded table in the centre of the room. Alexandra secured his wrists and ankles to the table with leather straps, ensuring he was immobilised. The restraints were tight, leaving Mitch no room to move or escape. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt the final strap click into place.

Lanya stood beside him, holding a bowl filled with a foul-smelling substance. She looked at him with a mix of affection and dominance. "Open your mouth, Mitch," she commanded, her voice firm but gentle.

Mitch hesitated, his fear and revulsion warring with his need to obey. He opened his mouth, his body trembling as Lanya brought a spoonful of the substance to his lips.

The taste was horrendous, the texture making him gag. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to swallow, the humiliation and degradation overwhelming him. Lanya continued to feed him, her voice a soothing litany of commands and reassurances.

"Good boy, just a little more," she cooed, her hand stroking his hair. "You're doing so well, my sweet sissy. Just keep going."

Alexandra watched with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with approval. She moved closer, capturing every moment on camera, ensuring that Abbie would have a perfect view of Mitch's submission.

"You're such a good sissy," Alexandra taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Abbie will be so pleased to see you like this. Aren't you proud to be her entertainment?"

Mitch tried to nod, his throat constricting with the effort to keep the vile substance down. He felt a mix of shame and arousal, the intensity of the moment pushing him to his limits.

As Lanya finished feeding him, she produced a bottle filled with a yellowish liquid. "Now for the next part," she said, her voice unwavering. "You'll drink this, too."

Mitch's eyes widened in horror, but he knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth, allowing Lanya to pour the liquid down his throat. The taste was bitter and acrid, making him gag and choke, but Lanya and Alexandra's firm hands kept him in place.

Tears blurred his vision as he swallowed, the humiliation and degradation overwhelming him. But through it all, Lanya's soothing voice and Alexandra's commanding presence kept him grounded, reminding him of his place and purpose.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lanya and Alexandra stepped back, satisfied with his performance. Mitch lay on the table, his body trembling and his mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

"Well done, sissy," Alexandra said, her voice filled with approval. "You've made us proud. And you've given Abbie exactly what she wanted."

Lanya unfastened the straps, helping Mitch to sit up. She gently wiped away his tears, her touch tender and reassuring. "You did well, my sweet sissy," she murmured. "You've shown us just how devoted you are."

Mitch nodded weakly, his body and mind exhausted. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and resignation.

As they led him back to his cage, Mitch couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. The degradation and humiliation had been intense, but there was also a strange sense of fulfilment. He had pleased Lanya and Alexandra, and in doing so, he had found a deeper connection to his true self.

The journey was far from over, but each step brought Mitch closer to understanding his place and purpose. In the dungeon of devotion, he found a strange and beautiful peace, his submission and servitude binding him to Lanya and Alexandra in ways he had never imagined.