13 comments/ 57743 views/ 56 favorites Nikki Goes to College By: Latexsissy69 When I was younger I used to be a complete bully. I used to make fun of the poor people that couldn't afford to buy new clothes every school year. There were also times that I would make fun of girls that didn't want to participate in gym class because they were wearing a dress. I used to agitate so many people that I would get into fights almost daily. One day, I was making fun of a guy for wearing a shirt that I know was a hand-me-down from his sister. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't prissy or anything, I just knew it was his sister's shirt because I used to stare at that shirt, to see her tits. It was a common enough shirt, but it was made out of the thinnest cotton on earth, you could see her nipples through the material. I continued this way all the way through high school and graduation. That summer, after graduating instead of hanging out with my friends and going swimming everyday, my mother signed me up to go to camp, which was cool with me because I wouldn't have to immediately find a job, also because I loved the outdoors. I should have known that they was something up when we drove for 3 hours (past about 5 or 6 other camps) to drop me off. When I would ask what camp she was taking me to, she would just say something along the lines of a perfect camp for me. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't think that she would drop me off at a military recruiter, even though I begged her to let me go to one, because they get to play with the cool toys, guns, grenades and even let the kids drive a tank around an obstacle course. That would be a dream for me! Instead, she drove right past the recruiter's office. My heart dropped, I figured that I did something wrong, and she was trying to discipline me for something. I had no idea that she would take it this far though... After just over 3 hours of driving, we ended up in the northern part of Michigan, out in the woods, at what seemed like a palace. There were no signs of a campfire, nor was there a tire swing into the lake. There was just a huge building that I can only call a mansion. My mother told me to get my bags out and wait by the car for her, as I did, I could see her get greeted by a rather "unwoodsman-looking" woman. She was dressed in a purple button up silk shirt (blouse) and what I later learned was called a "Pencil skirt". Her brunette hair was pulled back into a bun and she had reading glasses on for some strange reason. I thought that my mother had brought me to the wrong place, there was no way that this is a camp. She is just bothering some rich woman who just happens to live out in the woods, and now she's going to want me to put the luggage back in the car, so we can go somewhere else, I know it. "Nick! Go ahead and put your luggage back in the car!" My mother yelled from the doorstep. I knew it. She is completely oblivious to what was going on. Once I put everything back in the car and I set my iPod back in the seat, my mother motioned me over, which was good because I needed to use the restroom. She wouldn't pull over for anything in the last 3 hours. "Nick, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Knight." My mother said to me, in what seemed to be a little too proper of a tone. "Hello. Can I use your bathroom?" I said to the woman. "Hmm, I see what you mean, Nancy. That won't be a problem." Mrs. Knight said to my mother, completely ignoring my question. "What do you say when you ask to use someone else's facilities, mister?" My mother snapped. I knew this tone all too well. "Please Ma'am, may I used your restroom?" I asked again, with proper respect this time. "Why certainly! Please remove your shoes while entering, I don't like to get dirt on the carpets. It's the second to last door on the left at the end of the corridor. Also, please do not touch anything that you don't need to, many of my things are quite expensive, and fragile. Off you go my dear!" Mrs. Knight's voice sounding almost as cheery as a Disney princess. I've made fun of girls that try to talk like that, although I don't think that my mother would appreciate it if I did that to a complete stranger in front of her. As I walked down the 'corridor' to the bathroom, I noticed how perfectly clean everything was. I noticed that there was a maid in a bedroom dusting some pictures on a shelf. The girl couldn't have been older than I was, 18 or 19 at most, and she was pretty cute. As she reached up to the tops of the shelf, I could see the bottoms of her pink satin panties. I found myself staring at her even after she turned around and saw me. "Oh!" She was visibly startled. "How may I help you, Master?" she asked with a curtsy. Blushing, I replied "Sorry for scaring you, I was just looking for the bathroom." I could see her face blush and scrunch up when I didn't use proper grammar, but she pointed to the door that Mrs. Knight had told me about. Looking at the door that she pointed to, I said "thanks!" and walked in the bathroom shutting the door behind me. As I looked around, I thought that this might have been the wrong room, as it seemed much too big to be a bathroom. And the fact that there were 4 doors within this room made me think it was a dressing room of sorts. I opened the door again to find Mrs. Knight standing in front of it. I was startled at the sight of her at first. "Excuse me, Ma'am, but I believe that I have wandered into the wrong room." I said, maintaining my proper grammar with her. "Nonsense, my dear, please follow me." She replied with a smile as she gracefully floated past me and opened a door to the toilet. "This house has so many people living within it, that I deemed it necessary to make a communal restroom for simple evacuation and expulsion of wastes." I had never heard anyone say 'expulsion of wastes' before, so I stupidly said back, "You mean shitting and flushing the toilet right?" I heard a couple of gasps from the hall behind me as this sweet middle-aged woman turned into the Wicked Witch of the West. "Young man, we do not tolerate such language here in Primpington! Now please, if you must use the facilities, do so. I have much more important things to be attending to currently!" "Aww, I'm sorry for offending you, Ma'am. I was just tryin' ta clarify what you were sayin'" I said, in a half-assed attempt to sound proper again. "I understand, and accept your apology." She stated as she walked back past me toward the door. "In the future, you will either learn how to speak as a proper person, or you will not be able to speak at all!" I thought to myself, I had better just go to the bathroom, thank her for the use of her facilities and rejoin my mother at the car. As I finished, I walked to the sink and turned on the water and began to wash my hands. I had the uncanny feeling that I heard a car door shut and drive off. But seeing that my mother's car was the only car in the driveway, it must have been someone else. I finished and began to walk to the front door, which was now shut. I noticed that my shoes were missing from where I had taken them off. I figured that my mother had picked them up and had them in the car waiting for me. But as I opened the door, my heart sunk again for the second time... my mother was gone. I began to panic as I looked around outside to see if she had simply moved the car, but she was nowhere to be seen. I walked back through the door and saw Mrs. Knight standing there with her hands clasped in front of her, there was a smile on her face and there was another maid standing next to her. I completely lost track of my manners as I raised my voice and spouted off question after question. Even though it was a different maid, I noticed the look of pain and grimace on her face as I talked. "Where is my mother? Where are my damned shoes? What the hell is this place?..." When I had completed my rant, Mrs. Knight walked up to me and put a hand under my chin and lifted it to her gaze. "You just don't understand yet do you. For the next semester, you will be staying here, your mother is on her way back home. No you don't need any of your clothes, I will provide them for you. Your nasty, dirty, stinky shoes were incinerated. I do hope that they weren't too expensive for you. I will however replace them for you. Now that that's all out of the way, let's go over some of the ground rules: 1.Welcome to Primpington Academy for wayward boys! I am the headmistress and I am to be referred to as 'Misteress Knight' or just 'Mistress'. 2.Proper grammar, vernacular, and vocabulary will be used at all times. 3.There will be no back talk allowed. 4.If I tell you to do something, you must do it, no questions asked! 5.Inspection will be held at 7 AM, 1 PM, and 9 PM everyday, Monday through Saturday. On Sundays I do not conduct inspections, but everything must be kept neat. 6.We help each other out here, we do not knowledgeably let each other fail at something. So if I find infractions with one person, the rest of your roommates will also be held accountable. 7.Long hair is to be kept pulled back or a very neat style while in uniform. 8.If you do not understand something at least know someone who can assist you. If you have a problem with these rules, you may as well get over it. Because there are plenty of ways of punishment if discipline fails to reach you. Also, we are exactly 50 miles from my closest neighbor. There is nothing keeping you here, but if you choose to leave, you will undoubtedly starve or be killed by a roaming carnivore in the area. You are allowed to go outside, on the back porch only on Sunday's or if I have summoned you there. Before we go any further, do you have any other questions for me?" I was stunned. I was dropped off at a prison camp, although a bit unorthodox, it was a prison camp nonetheless. My mouth was dry, but I was able to squeak out "Where are all of the boys at?" With a smile and a flash of a twinkle in her eye, Mistress Knight turned to the maid and said, "Introduce yourself, my dear." As if rehearsed, the maid curtsied and began to speak, "Hello, my name is Alexis. My male name, which is no longer used, was Alexander. I have been here for 3 years with Mistress Knight, at Primpington Finishing School." Floored, I took a step back. "Are you out of your mind?!? I'm not wearing a dress!" "You will wear it, or we will make you wear it, Nicole." Mistress Knight responded with a smile. "Please don't tell me that you are about to break rules number 3 and 4 on your first night. You really wouldn't like what's in store for you if you do. I usually give my girls at least one night before putting them in the punishment chamber." When Mistress Knight said the words punishment chamber, I could visibly see Alexis' eyes wander over my body and her knees begin to buckle. With that, I reluctantly yet politely asked if there was anything else that I needed to know. With the wave of a hand and a smile, Mistress Knight dismissed me for now. Alexis again curtsied and motioned me to follow. As we walked up the winding staircase, I could see Alexis trying to check me out, which I didn't know how to take. We got off of the stairs on the second floor, even though the staircase continued on up until about the 5th or 6th floors. The hallway was lined with doorways, all with names of 'students' on them. We walked until the hall split off into two different directions. The north hallway was lined with gold trim and windows on the east wall, and more doors on the west side, while the south hallway was lined with doors on both sides. There was a door all the way at the end of the hall that had 'Do Not Enter Unless Told To Do So' written in bold block letters. I asked Alexis what that room was, she told me that it was the punishment chamber. All of the newest students would stay in rooms next to the punishment chamber so that they might be able to learn quickly from others that that were in there, we weren't allowed to see the punishments, but with a room this close, we'd definitely hear the screams. We stopped at a door with two names on it, Nicole Johnson and Missy DePrekel. "My name is Nick, not Nicole. Why is Mistress Knight trying to turn us into girls?" I asked. "This is a finishing school for men that were a little... too brash as a child. Only girls know the proper way to behave, boys are too arrogant to understand the finer things in life." Alexis responded. "Please, knock and then enter your new room. Don't worry about the chamber, if you do well, you will be moved out of here and to a much nicer room in no time." I nodded my head, not even wondering what the punishments could be, yet still trying to figure a way out of this mess. I don't know why, but it seemed like the right thing to do, I reached over and kissed Alexis on the cheek to thank her for her hospitality and guidance so far, to which she deeply blushed and smiled, then she almost lost her balance. After recovering from her moment of lost footing, she then gave a half-assed curtsy and swiftly returned up the hall out of sight. I knocked gently on the door and waited. It wasn't too long before there was a tall slender maid answering the door. "Hello, roomie!" I said with a half-cocked smile. The maid grabbed me and pulled me inside the room quickly shutting the door. "You mustn't assume that Mistress cannot hear you. She has listening devices all over the house, so please use proper grammar and respect at all times. Believe me, I learned the hard way." The maid explained. "I'm Missy, I've been here for 3 weeks now, and Mistress will treat you fairly if you respect her rules. First things first though, let me show you your side of the room. There were some boxes and bags that have arrived for you, they are in your closet. Mistress explained to me that you are to take care of that first, as she does not like clutter." "So, I'm supposed to go by Nicole, dress in girl's clothes and do everything else that Mistress Knight tells me to do? I still fail to see how that is going to do anything except make me even more rebellious." I stated. "If I must be called anything, can it at least be Nikki instead? I really don't enjoy full names, they seem to take up too much time." I began to walk to the closet with my name on it and opened the doors, there were no less than 10 clothing boxes stacked up in there along with about 15 bags. I started to get a little excited to see what I had gotten, but then thought against it because I knew that there would be nothing but girls clothes in these things. I started off with one of the bags. It had different pairs of panties in it. All of the panties were silky smooth, bikini cut, and in all different colors, most of them were either white or pink with some pastel blues and yellows and greens mixed in. The next bag had all of these egg shaped things in there. Missy explained that there were stockings in all of those eggs, but I could leave them in the eggs for now, as they don't take up space and get snagged that way. I put all of the panties and pantyhose in the top drawer of my bureau and picked up the third bag. This bag also had panties inside, but they were different than the first bag. These panties were made of a slippery vinyl or rubber material. I again looked at Missy for the reasoning, and she stated that the PVC panties were for special occasions, such as parties and prom. I felt a little uneasy about the thought of anyone other than Mistress and the 'girls' seeing me dressed up in sissy clothes. I however pressed on in my unpacking. I put those panties with the rest and grabbed the fourth bag, in here were some bras. Missy explained that girls do not show off their... fronts... if they are not asked to do so. Therefore, at all times, we are to wear a bra or bikini top, if we are caught without a bra on under a shirt, it's straight to the punishment chamber. I continued to put my new wardrobe away in its proper place until I reached the boxes. The first box had a shimmering pink satin halter top and matching boy shorts in it. Missy explained that these were to be hung up properly, and showed me how to do so. The next box was quite heavy considering it was only clothes. When I opened the box, Missy gasped and started purring about how pretty it was, I had no idea what I was looking at, but it was a full length heavily boned corset that had lace and floral patterns all over it. She picked it up and held it up to me and almost squealed in delight. "You will look so sexy in this, gosh, you are getting me a little excited for what comes next!" Missy gushed. I hung up the corset and grabbed more boxes, the more that I grabbed, the more I realized that most of these boxes were all one more piece to a uniform. Although all of the maids that I've seen so far have been wearing black, blue or in Missy's case, green. I was hoping not to get the color that I most despised... Hot pink... my worst nightmares were again coming true. I would have to wear pink and stand out like a sore thumb as opposed to all of the other 'girls'. The last box contained a pair of pink 4" stiletto heels that were exactly my size. There was a card in the shoebox that stated "Prissy Princess Set". That did it for me, I was in a daze. I couldn't go on anymore. I passed out. I awoke some time later with Missy looking down at me. "Are you ok, Sweetie?" "Let me talk to her, Melissa. Please go make sure everything is prepared for dinner." While still groggy, I could still make out Mistress Knight's voice. I then saw the smiling face of a very well kept middle aged woman staring at me. "Is my little Nikki alright?" "Nikki? You heard our conversation... Mistress?" I asked almost wanting to crawl out of my skin and run for the woods. "Oh heavens, yes! I listen to all of my new girls when they are making themselves at home. I do hope you like the pink uniform that I have personally picked out for you. Pink is such a feminine color, don't you agree? I usually allow my girls to choose their favorite color, but you my dear, are special. I want to make sure that you enjoy being a girl, and who knows. You may enjoy it so much that you may even want to take a boyfriend!" Mistress replied. "I'm not gay! I like women!" I said in a low voice. "That was a contradiction in statements, Sweetheart. If you like girls, then you WOULD be gay. Take a look at your wardrobe. Is it not the sweetest color of pink that you have ever seen? I'm sure that over time, you will grow to enjoy having that material caressing your soft skin. In time, I assume that the pinker, the better for you." She stated with a hungry eyes and a smile. I knew better than to talk back to her, and I also knew better than to raise my voice. That's all I could do was to bow my head and say "Yes, Mistress." "Wonderful! Why don't you finish unpacking and have a nice bubble bath. I see that you haven't unpacked all of your bags yet, so let's step it up and get unpacked, quickly, quickly!" Mistress finished and walked out of the room. Just then, I saw the maid that I had first seen in this house. She walked in and smiled. "May I help you, sissy dearest?" "My name is Nikki, not sissy, but yes please, I would like some help making heads or tails of this stuff." I replied, now getting up and off of the floor. "I know what your name is silly!" she said as she tapped my name on the door. "I was simply calling you my sister. We are all sisters here. We call each other sissy dearest. You may want to remember that. I'm Amber!" She continued as she grabbed a few more bags and began to help me put things away where they belonged. "I didn't want to say earlier, but I saw you checking me out. It really turned me on to have such a cute boy looking at me like that." "I thought you were a real girl at the time, please don't feel offended by it." I said blushing. "I'm not offended, I saw that you were pitching a tent for us to share." She replied with a smile and letting her eyes wander to my crotch. "Why don't we finish storing your things quickly and go take that bubble bath together? I can shave you the way Mistress likes us to be shaved." Nikki Goes to College "Uh, I don't think you understand, I like REAL girls. Ones that have soft skin, real breasts, and no hair beside their head and crotch" I replied, now starting to regret checking her out. "I am all of those things, Mistress is making me perfect for you. Besides, I watched you staring at my pink satin panties. You were entranced by them. I want to see that look again" Amber replied. "Besides, we have to pleasure each other while we are here. Pleasuring yourself is strictly not allowed. And Mistress likes to watch us pleasure each other on Sundays by the pool." "Isn't that tomorrow? We don't have to go out there if we don't want to do we?" I asked. With a smile, she replied, "It's mandatory! Besides, when else would you get to wear something this sexy?" Amber asked as she held up a hot pink two piece bikini. "Mmm, I can just imagine you in this already, oiled up skin laying out on a beach chair getting a sun tan. Oops, now you are the one making me pitch the tent." I groaned, knowing that I was basically trapped in the current situation, I decided to put the rest of the clothes away quickly, besides, a hot bubble bath sounds like it would be good considering the fact that I have been sweating in these clothes all day and was starting to stink now. Once everything was put in its place, Amber grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to another gigantic bathroom. This one had a whirlpool and a huge tub that could easily fit 10 people. All of the walls had mirrors on them so there was no missing what was going on in here. The sink had 5 different basins and lights all around for seeing things clearly. Everything was put away neatly and not even a speck of dust was on the floor. "Go ahead and get undressed and I will draw your water for you." Amber said, nonchalantly. "You can put those clothes in that drawer in the wall there. It goes down to the laundry room, they will be cleaned and pressed so that you have something to wear when you leave Primpington." She watched as I blindly did as she asked and once everything was in there, I hit the button that said 'Send'. "HA HA!!! I can't believe you fell for that, that chute goes to the incinerator!!! You have nothing but girls clothes now!!" She said with a giggle and a wink. "Wait, What?! You lied to me! That's so cruel! I should beat your ass!!" I screamed as covered my body as best as I could with my hands as I now realized that I was completely nude in front of this very unassuming looking boy dressed in a black maid's outfit. "Don't worry sissy dearest! We take good care of each other here. Besides, Mistress Knight instructed me that the first part of your training would be to make you incinerate your own boy clothes. So as you can see, I had to lie to you in order to get you to get rid of all of your nasty male things. You may want to take the rubber band out of your hair now too, we need to wash you thoroughly." She continued. I had almost forgot that I had hair. I started growing my hair out a few years ago when I started watching Sons of Anarchy, thinking that I would buy a motorcycle to be a bad ass biker like them, not the exact opposite. As I cut the rubber band, I let my hair fall over my face and I simply looked up at Amber without moving my head. "You think I will be able to keep my hair straight or will it have to be curled?" Amber replied with a smile, "That's totally up to you, but just to warn you, you will probably be mobbed upon everyone else seeing it, because we all love to do hair here. Your hair is just plain out sexy as it is. I can't wait to get my hands on that dirty blonde mop of yours." I quickly got into the lavender and vanilla scented tub when I noticed a flash of pink panties under her skirt and started getting hard, again because of mixed feelings that I was having. She didn't seem to notice as she washed my hair and scrubbed me all over, then as accurately as a surgeon, shaved my entire body from my face down to my legs. I began to get hard when she was holding my cock and shaving around it, so I began thinking about baseball and beating kids up to make it go away. Once this was complete, she told me to get into the shower and rinse off. As I turned on the water of the shower and waited for the water to get hot, I was completely blind-sided by the fact that she was getting undressed and walked up to me, caressing my ass. I didn't notice before, but she was very toned for being so skinny. She pushed me up against the wall as the hot water began to cascade over our bodies and she spread my ass cheeks open. "Wh-what are you doing?" I squirmed as she held me to the wall tightly. "Don't fight it, baby." She said as she stuck a finger inside of my asshole. She swirled it around for a bit then I felt the pressure of another finger, then another, finally the pinkie. She was fucking me with four fingers in my ass for what seemed like an eternity before she put something over my head. It was her pink panties that she had been precumming into since the moment that I arrived. I could smell her musky juices and they smelled strangely wonderful. With everything else that was going on, I failed to realize that she had put her cock in my ass and was now fucking me with her panties on my head. I was stunned at how good it felt, I immediately got hard and began to moan. I found myself licking the cum out of her panties sucking at the velvety satin to get every drop out. She then reached around and grabbed a hold of my cock and slowly began to massage it in rhythm with her pumping in and out of my ass. I could feel her cock growing as she began to moan quite loudly. Finally, she grabbed my hips and began to fuck me as hard and as deep as my ass would allow her to get, she began to scream in ecstasy as she pulled me into her orgasm with her. I looked down and I could see her legs trembling behind mine as she thrust her way deep in my ass. I actually found that I loved the sight of it, the feeling of it, the smell of it, I was going to cum!! I began to spasm as my ass clinched tightly on her cock, she held it in as deep as she could get it and I came. Shooting loads of cum all over the wall that she had so forcefully pinned me to. When the orgasm subsided, she pulled out of me and turned me around she moved her panties to the side as she kissed me deeply, digging her nails into my back and making me moan loudly. "Now then," she panted. "What girl can do that for you? I know you liked it, I felt you clinch my cock so hard I thought you were going to pinch it off! This is what we can do for one another sissy dearest. And as it stands, from this moment on, you belong to me. We need to hurry if we are to eat dinner though, we only have 45 minutes to get down there." As she turned to grab some towels, I remained against the wall, with the taste of her cum and lipstick on my tongue. I didn't know what to feel. I never thought of being gay and I certainly never thought that it would feel so good. As I looked at Amber, I noticed how truly feminine her body really was. Her waistline was very narrow, and her hips were much wider, making her ass look spectacular. She saw that I was watching her, still not moving, then she smiled and told me that we really needed to get me ready to meet the rest of the house. As I weakly followed her to a padded bench in the middle of the room, she began drying my hair and brushing it out straight. I didn't really know how long it was until that point, she pulled it down passed my shoulder and giggled. "This will do nicely, maybe we will try a few things later." I personally didn't know anything about hair, other than the fact that I washed it and brushed it and put it in ponytails. Other than that, I never did anything to make it look better. Once we were dry, she showed me how to wrap a towel around my hair and made sure that I wrapped another towel around my whole body, not just my hips. Yet another thing that men take for granted. We walked to my room and she pulled some things out of my drawers to wear. Pink satin panties, white thigh high stockings, the heavy pink corset, a pink maid's dress and a big pink ribbon for my hair. Yeah, I was going to be the pinkest maid that Amber could make me. She began by telling me that, as opposed to men, women don't just put their underwear on first. Due to the garters from the corset, that hold up the stockings, those two items need to go on first. So I grabbed the egg and popped it open, and pulled out the sheer white fabric. Amber instructed me that I need to be careful with those because they can snag really easily. She showed me with one of them that there is a seem that goes the entire length of the stocking, this needs to be in the back of my legs. Next you can't just pull them on like socks, you need to bunch them up and put your foot in where it will be, then carefully pull them up. As I did this, I realized how electrifying it felt to be pulling these stockings up my smooth and silky legs. It was quite a turn on. Once they were up all the way, Amber turned me around and made some small adjustments to make sure the seams were lined up straight. Next, I picked up the corset and put my arms through the holes, I noticed how tight yet comfortable it was. That is until Amber told me that the back of it needed to get tightened and tied now... Wow, I hated that corset after that moment. She pulled every one of the laces so tight that I thought I was going to start breaking ribs. Finally when it was completely tied in the back, I inquired as to why this was a necessary component of the uniform. She walked in front of me with a smile and ran her hands down from her breasts to her slender waistline, then back out to her hips. "Where do you think that hourglass figure comes from, The tooth fairy?" she said with a wicked grin. "Just try to breathe for now. I know it is really bad at first, but once your body takes the shape, it's really quite comfortable." She pulled the garters from my corset down and clipped them to my stockings but in front and back. Then grabbed the satin panties that were sitting on the bed, she toyed with them as she pulled them up to her nose and played with them for a second. She knew it was turning me on, because there was nothing covering my cock, which was now getting hard again. The difference now is, I didn't care. She could tell me to do anything and I'd probably do it. She continued to play with my panties for a second then smiled wickedly at me again, as she held them open for me to step into. Again, the electric feeling of pulling these panties up my leg was almost too much to bear. Once they were all the way up, and she tucked my dick inside, she stood and took a step back. "Wow! You look amazing! Take a look." She said as she pointed to a full length mirror on the wall. As I turned to see my reflection, I didn't know what to think, it seemed that I was looking at a very sexy supermodel getting dressed or a Victoria's Secret Angel. I was fucking HOT! "Lets get you dressed the rest of the way and get down to dinner, before I say forget it and rape you again." She said. She then pulled the dress over my head, the petticoats were soft and fluffy the arms were puffy and the entire thing was lined with white lacy trim. She turned me around again, and again tied up the back of the dress, only this time didn't pull nearly as tight. Amber then sprayed something in my hair that smelled like lavender and brushed it out. After all of that was complete, she picked up the ribbon that was lying on the bed and tied it into my hair. Now she put my shoes at my feet. I used her as a stabilizer to step into them and she buckled them around my ankles. "Perfect!" she said almost squealing. "Now, come with me and help me get ready, sweetie!" We walked down to her room and when she opened the door, I could tell that she had been here for a while. Her room was a princess's dream, with pink fluffy sheets and comforter on the bed, all custom made furniture with her name burnished into everything. Lace and frilly doodads on shelves, a big white teddy bear with a pink heart in the middle sitting on the bed, sheer fabric draped around her bed frame and canopy, and a vanity that had what seemed like every type of make-up known in existence. We hurriedly got her dressed and she put some light make-up on me, then she did her own. We noticed that dinner was to be in 5 minutes so we hurriedly walked to the stairs and carefully walked down them to the ground floor and into the dining room. There was a massive table with maid of every color standing around it and chatting. When I walked into the room, everyone stopped talking and looked at me. I didn't know what to do so I just did what I had seen before. I curtsied and said "Good afternoon, sissies dearest. My name is Nikki." All of the girls smiled and curtsied back, some of them looked at me almost admiring that I was the one wearing pink. I noticed that Amber had a box in her hand. She presented it to me as a gift. When I opened it, I saw a gold necklace with a heart pendant, In the heart there was a polished piece of onyx. I knew that the onyx being black meant that it was her color. I smiled as she put it on me. Then she kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear. "I told you that you were mine. That necklace tells everyone else that they have to ask my permission before they can have sex with you." I was shocked. Did I just willingly become a gay, crossdressing, sex slave? What was I supposed to do now? How will I get out of this one? Did I want to get out of this? These girls all were wearing dresses just like me, some of them wore a similar necklace only with a different color stone in it to represent the owner's color. I looked at these girls and they all genuinely looked pleased to see that there was another submissive in the ranks. Just then, Mistress Knight entered the room with such grace that again she looked as if she was floating. The Mistress saw me and absolutely squealed. "Oh my dear! Look at how precious you are! I see that Amber has already taken a liking to you. That is so lovely! Remind me later to have the photographer set up for a picture shoot, I'm sure that the people back home would love to see how well you are progressing!" She continued to gush about how girly I looked, but I was stuck on what she said about taking pictures of me, then showing my family back at home. If my friends ever caught wind of what is going on here, I'd be the laughing stock of Michigan! Somehow, I have to get out of this situation. To Be Continued...