The Making of a Sissy Boy Slut Part 5

Here is what I expect to be the penultimate episode of Michael’s sissy experiences and training. I would recommend reading at least chapter three beforehand, if not all of them, as it may then make more sense.

I hope you enjoy it and welcome your constructive comments. Thanks for reading – it’s why I write!

P.S. Apologies for speech marks turning out as “?” – it looks fine before I publish.
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The next morning, having gone through my normal ritual of showering and using the douche on my boy cunt as I had been instructed by my mistress, I pulled on my silk crotchless panties and admired my ball weight hanging freely between my legs. Ravenous from the previous day’s adventures, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. However, the only “milk” I could find in the fridge was my boy cream which was being kept nice and fresh in the Tupperware container. So having quickly donned my shorts, sandals and a t-shirt, I set off to the local corner shop.

As I approached the shop, I was surprised to see Mrs Patel, the ample bodied wife of the owner, standing by the door with a plaster on her forehead. Bidding her a good morning, I eased past her and went directly to the cold cabinet where I selected a milk carton and walked towards the counter. A teenage asian girl that I had not seen before was standing beside him. She was a pretty, petite girl with long jet black hair falling to her waist. She had an attractive face and smiled strangely at me as she gave me a wink, which I thought most peculiar.

“Hello” I said, introducing myself. “My name’s Michael. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“My name is Sikta” said the girl. “My parents have gone back to India for a while and Mr and Mrs Patel agreed to look after me for a bit. “

“Do you like it here” I asked, admiring her budding tits that I could just make out beneath her silk blouse.

“Oh yes, they look after me very well. They are very close friends of the family, almost like an auntie and uncle really. They have made me feel very welcome”

“Maybe we can spend some time together if you are going to be here for a while” I suggested hopefully.

“Oh, I’m not sure that will be possible” said the girl, frowning. “Mummy and Daddy left specific instructions that I was not to mix with boys. Anyway, I think you are in a lot of trouble”.

Before I could find out what she meant by this, Mr Patel had taken the milk from me and fixed me with a cold stare as he leant over the counter.

“So, if it isn’t our neighbourhood pervert teenager daring to show his face in here again!” said Mr Patel angrily as his wife sneaked up behind me and grabbed hold of my arms. Looking around with alarm, I noticed that Sikta had quickly moved from behind the counter, closed the shop door and pulled the shutter down. Dropping the latch on the door, she fixed me with a wicked grin as she leant against it with her arms folded.

“I don’t know what you mean, Sir, there must be some mistake!” I stammered, trying to wriggle out of Mrs Patel’s grasp.

“You see my wife has injured her head?” Mr Patel asked, “Well that is because she slipped on that filthy slime that you left on the floor the other day! I thought you were behaving strangely but the man that was behind you explained that he saw you masturbating in the queue! You dirty little boy! What do you think you were doing? This is a respectable establishment! “

“Oh my god, I am so sorry sir!” I blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me. Please let me make amends”

“Well, we shall see about that” said Mr Patel. “Get into the back room and we will decide exactly what is to become of you!”

At that, Mrs Patel took hold of my arm and led me into the back room, closely followed by Sikta, whilst Mr Patel made to re-open the shop.

The back room must have been their living room as it was elegantly furnished with expensive looking soft chairs, cushions and a beautifully decorated rug covering the floor. However, I had little time to take in my surroundings before Mrs Patel addressed me from one of the chairs as Sikta closed the door behind her.

“Ok young man” said Mrs Patel, “clearly you have been a very naughty boy and should be punished. I have a very nasty cut on my head where I slipped on that filthy mess you left on the floor, so it is only right and proper that I should administer the punishment.”

Seeing no way out, as the door was guarded and Mr Patel was out front, I could only agree with what Mrs Patel was proposing, so I simply stood there with my head bowed and said “Yes, Mrs Patel, I have been a very naughty boy and should be punished”.

“Good” said Mrs Patel, “I am pleased that you have at least seen the error of your ways and are willing to comply. However, to ensure that you do not have a sudden change of heart, your hands will be secured. Sikta, attach the cuffs.”

Before I knew what was happening, the girl had dutifully pulled my hands behind my back and locked them tight.

“Excellent work, sweetheart, now kindly remove Michael’s shorts and pants ready for his punishment.”

Immediately, I started remonstrating, however this just led to my receiving several hard slaps across the face from Mrs Patel.

“How dare you complain!” said Mrs Patel, “I could sue you for the injury you caused and you could go to jail, you filthy little boy! Now take your punishment and stop making such a fuss!”

Compliantly I lowered my stinging face whilst Sikta moved in front of me and, taking hold of my shorts by the waist, pulled them down to my feet. This action was met by a gasp from both of them as, not only could they now see that I was wearing my regulation girlie split crotch panties, but that the weight tugging down on my balls was hanging through the slit in full view of my captors.

“My goodness, what do we have here!” said Mrs Patel, “Well if it isn’t a little sissy boy standing before us! And it looks like he has been getting some attention too! Sikta, remove the sissy’s panties and bring her to me”

With that, the girl drew down my panties completely and removed them, together with my shorts, and threw them into the corner of the room.

“Ok, over my knee you little slut” said Mrs Patel as she drew her long dress up to her waist and I was bent over her bare copious legs. Slightly parting her knees, the Indian matriarch reached underneath and, catching hold of the ball weight, pulled it down hard whilst closing her vice-like thighs at the same time and thus trapping my balls and little cock between her ample flesh.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, as she secured my prick and balls between her legs.

“That’s to ensure that you don’t wriggle around to much” said Mrs Patel as she commenced raining hard slaps down on my quickly reddening bottom cheeks.

After several dozen smacks, my bottom was blushing up nicely, however Sikta was clearly not satisfied with the severity of the punishment.

“He isn’t making much noise, is he auntie?” said Sikta, who had been closely watching proceedings positioned, as she was, on all fours with her head under the woman’s thighs so as she could get a good view of my little prick and tight balls secured in their steel ring being squeezed between her Mrs Patel’s legs.