Ffion Chooses Slavery Pt. 06

When C starts a lesbian affair her husband has to choose between fighting for her or accepting her offer to feminise him. As a long time crossdresser he chooses to become Ffion. C's affair with Jenny deepens but she still has a place in her heart for Ffion. The lovers tempt Ffion with a life of submission as their house keeper. The intensity of their relationships grows; C and Jenny are had over heels in love with each other, the two lovers and their submissive housekeeper grow a different kind of love. The two lovers guide Ffion along the path to slavery. Once Ffion takes her new role her owners take her submission to another level, where she is gagged to take away her voice and wears headphones that play white noise to deprive her of any human contract.

The days had dragged at first and resentment had seethed in Ffion's soul. But as the days turned to weeks Ffion began to cherish time spent alone with her thoughts. Her mind wandered over small details, watching the birds in the garden, seeing the leaves fall, the care she took to present her owners food. At first these thoughts were solace from the pulsing silence that had been imposed on her. Slowly the small things in her life became a joy in themselves and Ffion gained a calm space in her mind where she could consider the path her life had taken. There was a quiet satisfaction in serving her owners. They showed no gratitude but Ffion knew she was not to expect any. Seeing them happy together became a reward in itself. The resentment at her harsh treatment eased as she thought of herself as a seed planted into cold dark winter soil; a seed that was swelling with new life.

'I'm growing, growing into a new being.'

Ffion woke with that thought each morning. Every morning she chose her clothes with care, spent penny of time on her make up. As she passed through her day she strived to make her movements soft, graceful and feminine.

She wore no chains, just a collar to mark her as a slave. Her chains were in her mind. Her old life had been relinquished, her property and status gone. Her old friends would disown her. Her owners and trustees had built a web of threats to hold her. The witches had bound her in the darkness of their magic. But the strongest chains that bound her were made of love. She loved her owners and while she'd resented them in the early days of her Silence, in the hissing emptiness, her love had grown stronger and crowded out her feelings of self pity. Watching their happiness filled Ffion with joy. Each quiet moment, each kiss, each time she saw them in bed together, Ffion knew the choice she had made was right; she was a slave devoted to her owners happiness. Without speaking, without hearing other voices, with just her thoughts for company, Ffion considered her choice, contemplated her future, delved into the meaning of her new life. Like a pilgrim on a journey, Ffion felt that every step towards subservience, submission and slavery took her further from her old unsatisfactory life and guided her to a new nothingness where she existed only as a possession of the women she loved.

One evening Jenny remarked to C, "Ffion seems to be a lot happier now. There's been a change in the last week or so, a bit more of a spring in her step."

"Yes, I'd noticed that. She taking more care over things, her clothes and appearance, she is calmer," replied C. "I think the Silence has broken her spirit but now she's transforming into something new."

"I think she's transforming into a slave."

"You're right, it's been good for her. I think it would be good to leave her stew for another week but then we need her to get things ready for Christmas. I'd like her to be a happy little elf."

"How about a little punishment, a weeks silence and then we bring her back?"

"Are your sadistic desires bubbling up?"

"Well, I was doing a little research and I thought this looked like fun!"

Jenny passed C her phone with an open web page. C pressed the button to complete the purchase. She smiled into Jenny's eyes.

"You shall have your fun delivered"

The next step was a simple ones. An Amazon parcel arrived addressed to C. Ffion was summoned to the dining room and tied with her back to the table, feet splayed at the table legs, hands stretched back over the table. C opened the TENS machine and read the instructions with Jenny. Then C lifted the hem of Ffion's pinafore dress and lowered her white cotton panties. Two electrical contact pads were pressed onto the shrivelled scrotum, left and right. With a wire trailing from each leg Ffion's knickers were pulled up and her dress straightened. Jenny plugged the wires into the control box.

"It's quite sophisticated," said Jenny.

She turn a knob and rocked a switch. Ffion squirmed and tingled in the gusset of her panties.

"That was a low setting," Jenny to C.

"I'll make some tea while you experiment."

C brewed the tea, Jenny fiddled with the control box, Ffion made some muffled howls of pain. C returned carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.

"How's it going?" she asked Jenny.

"I like it. I think I can control it to make Ffion experience a pleasant tingle to dire agony, all at the flick of a button or two. And you can set up time sequences where I can hurt her, give her a tingly break, then max the pain again. You can programme long bursts or short intense ones. You can even set up a random sequence where you don't know what's going to happen next. Shall I show you?"

"Let's have a cup of tea first. Let the anticipation build up."

"I'm already excited."

"I wasn't thinking of you. I can tell you're excited. I was thinking of her, let the fear build up."

Ffion watched a her owners settled down to tea and biscuits. Isolated in her world of white noise she could only imagine the plan forming on the sofa. Her knees trembled. This was going to be bad. Her owners were in no hurry. They sipped their tea and joked together.

C looked at Jenny, "Are you still excited?"

Jenny nodded.

"See you in a minute," said C.

And she disappeared up the stairs. When she returned five minutes later C had changed out of her jumper and jeans, favouring heels, short skirt and a blouse. Her eye liner was fresh and her lips were bright. She paused, then shashayed over to Ffion and holding a finger to her lips to indicate silence, removed the Silencer from Ffion's mouth. The white noise remained.

"We don't want her to choke while she's trying to scream, and what's the point of you being a sadist if Ffion isn't howling in agony?"

C was grinning. All her attention was on Jenny. Her movements were lewd, her language was bawdy. The atmosphere in the room was redolent with lust.

"I want you to have such fun. I want you trembling with excitement at the thought of what you're going to do to Ffion and trembling with excitement at the thought of what I'm going to do."

She arranged the cushions on the sofa and invited Jenny to lie back. C handed Jenny the control box. With deliberately exaggerated moments she rubbed her bottom against Ffion's thigh and started to unbutton her blouse, all the while her eyes fixed on Jenny. Jenny's fingers touched the controls and Ffion's body tensed with pain. C smiled lasciviously at Jenny.

"More." she breathed.

C's blouse slid of her shoulders and dropped onto the floor. Jenny turned the dial slightly higher and sent Ffion into paroxysms of pain.

"My love, my poor love, it must hurt so much, and all this to make your owners happy."

She danced over to the sofa and loosened Jenny's jeans. She eased the waistband down as Jenny raised her bum, pulling Jenny's panties down at the same time.

"Jenny my love, I want your cunt to watch as I dance with your victim."

Jenny obliged by spreading her legs wide, her womanhood wild with thick bushy hair, her labia spread with her fingers. She smiled to C as she touched her hooded pleasure. C turned back to Ffion and undid the waistband of her skirt. She faced Ffion and pulled the slave's head towards her and kissed the stricken mouth. C's hips gyrated and the skirt dropped to the floor. She was deliciousness made petite flesh in black lace lingerie. C kissed deeply once more then turned, facing Jenny, her body pressed back against Ffion, one hand slid into her knickers.

"Make Ffion dance and I bet I come before you do."

The scene was set, two bodies giving each other an exhibition of ecstasy, the third anchored in agony. Fingers probed past petals. While Jenny's fingers fiddled, C danced with joy and Ffion writhed in wretchedness. Three bodies tensing, two in pleasure, one in pain, their,, passion filled the room.

"I'm going to come before you," gasped C.

"No you're not," moaned Jenny.

And the song of their love was gentle and passionate while Ffion screamed in C's ear. The owners collapsed in joy together in a post coital glow on the sofa while their pinioned slave howled and sobbed.

"You'd better turn that off before you set fire to her knickers."

C and Jenny chuckled in each others arms.

It was another hour before C and Jenny dressed and released Ffion from the table. It was another week before they released her from her Silence.

Ffion began to thank C as she removed the dreaded Silencer but C hushed her.

"Much as we love you, you're our slave, not our friend. Just remember, we're not interested in what you have to say. If you abuse your privilege we'll silence you again."

Ffion listened and knew that C was telling the truth. Ffion understood a little more what it meant to be a slave.