Mail Order Slut

By the time that Isaac’s limousine reached the non-commercial section of the airport a sleek private jet was already waiting to deliver Evan to her new owner.  The sissy had been released from her restraints in the car, doubled over, and given an injection into her buttock of the same paralytic drug that Musa had fed to her when her captivity began.  Hauled out of the car by Isaac and Malik she was packed into a large black plastic crate that was ready and waiting in the hangar, promptly secured with a heavy-duty padlock.  A bright red label reading “DIPLOMATIC” was affixed to the top of the crate just in time for the customs officials to arrive in the hangar to inspect the cargo that would be leaving the country on the luxury jet.  Owned by the Yoruba Chief Oba Adewale Obasa who enjoyed Consular protection under international law, no scanning or inspection of the crate was allowed…making the kidnapping and final stage of Evan’s trafficking into becoming a feminized slave-gurl impossible to prevent.  Once again fully aware of what was going on but unable to do anything about it, Evan tried to scream and cry out for help but all that she managed was a tiny squeak that was utterly drowned out by the sound of the twin EMB-500 engines that were warming up just outside of the building.  In due course Evan as well as the Chief’s other cargo were loaded onto the plane which having received clearance from air traffic control, soared into the sky and headed east.  Once the pilot assured the two passengers that they had left US airspace, the pair commenced with the preparations their Oba had specified for the preparation of his new sissy to make her ready for him upon her arrival in Nigeria.

The two men who comprised the only passengers on the plane in addition to Evan were anything but a matched pair.  One was the First Lieutenant of the Oba himself.  A man named Ekong Bala.  Ekong had served Oba Adewale all of his life, being born into a family who for generations had pledged their allegiance to the noble house and supplied a steady supply of loyal men and women.  At 55 years of age, Ekong was five years younger than Oba Adewale and had functioned as his primary servant from the time that they were both teenagers.  There was no one who the Oba trusted more and having ascended to his father’s position it was a simple decision as to who would occupy the role of his chief advisor.  Ekong stood an even six feet tall, fit and trim from a religious adherence to diet and exercise with an athletic and muscular build.  Buzzed hair and creased leathery skin on his face gave him a harsh imposing appearance which was amplified by his choice of clothing.  Opting to forego any devotion to traditional garments, Ekong dressed every day in a para-military outfit comprised of drab green or camouflage pants, various khaki short or long-sleeved shirts, heavy black combat boots, and a beret-style hat on his head.  When outside in the sunshine with his mirrored aviator sunglasses added to the chosen uniform, Ekong cut a very imposing if not fearful figure who commanded the obedience of all but the Oba himself. 

The second passenger was the Oba’s personal physician, Dr. Bohai Yang.  The government of China had invested heavily in Nigeria and other African countries and with the influx of industries and personnel the professional set had soon followed.  High on ambition and enamoured by the wealth and privilege that the Oba possessed, coupled with few to no scruples or discernable ethics, Dr. Yang had been easily drawn into the Yoruba Chief’s inner circle.  In addition to being personally responsible for the medical care of the Oba, he did the African’s bidding without question when it came to more unorthodox uses of his medical knowledge.  Dr. Yang had developed the paralytic that had paved the way for Evan’s enslavement, and would become a central figure to her ongoing modification to her owner’s specifications.  He was short, efficient in his movements and speech, and like his fellow passenger had limited his wardrobe to essentially one look.  Dr. Yang always wore Mao suits in grey or dark green with the only addition being his white lab coat when required.  His hair cropped into a high and tight flat-top along with thick-lensed wire-rimmed round glasses completed a stereotypical image of an unemotional, cold, Chinese scientist.  His hatred of all things American combined with his penchant for experimentation made him an eager participant in the prospect of transforming the captive youth from Idaho into a feminized obedient sexualized plaything for his employer.

Ekong set about unlocking the large plastic crate while Dr. Yang double checked all of his supplies and equipment that had been specially installed on Oba Adewale’s jet for this particular trip.  Several hours into the long flight Evan was now fully mobile and able to cringe downwards when the heavy lid of the plastic prison swung open and she saw Ekong’s stern visage peering down at her from above.  Unable however to avoid the strong man’s grasp, Evan was hauled upright by her hair, dragged over the edge of the crate, and dumped onto her knees.  The pain in her jaw from hours of distention by the giant silicone ball gag was excruciating, as was the visceral ache coming from deep inside her pussyhole which had now been dilated around the rubber replica of Isaac’s big black cock since he had dressed her in her tight rubber Cheerleader’s outfit so many hours earlier.  Disoriented and distracted by her surroundings, Evan was snapped into reality by the vicious slap across the face delivered by Ekong.  The clubbing blow knocked the sissy sideways onto the floor and the booming deep voice of the Oba’s Lieutenant commanding her to get back up on her knees resulted in an immediate and laborious effort by the slave to struggle back into position using any part of her body that she could considering her hands were still hobbled to her thighs and encased in thick rubber mittens.  Out of breath with her face crimson and stinging with Ekong’s palm print, he advised her that he would be removing her ball gag but ordered her not to utter a single solitary sound unless she wished to receive the most severe beating she could possibly imagine.  Nodding her head slowly Evan signalled that she understood, and in fact would have complied with any instruction whatsoever just to have the punishing sphere removed from her mouth.  

Ekong drew a chair over so that he could sit in front of Evan while she remained kneeling on the floor of the jet, and now had the sissy positioned more or less between his powerful thighs and shiny black boots.  The African unbuckled the gag and allowed the drool-coated pink rubber ball to drop to the floor beside Evan’s right foot.  As she worked and loosened her newly freed jaw to relieve some of the pain, she heard the stern man say to her that everything she was about to be told she would hear only once and was expected to memorize and remember.  Failure to do so in any way would result in punishment for her tremendous stupidity.  “We will start with your name and how you shall be called.  Whatever your parents named you when you were born is immediately and forever totally irrelevant as your new owner has graciously decided to rename you as his property.  I have no idea what your old name even was, and if I ever hear it from your lips it will be the last thing you ever say as I will personally cut out your tongue do you understand?”  Evan nodded furiously as Ekong had coupled that statement with the brandishing of a razor sharp and vicious looking steel combat knife that he had drawn from its sheath on his belt and placed against the youth’s left cheek.  “Your name is Eru Odo, or Eru for short.  In your primitive language slut, it translates to “slave girl”, which adequately describes your new station in life.  You are fortunate to have been selected to spend the rest of your life in servitude to our great leader Oba Adewale Obasa, whom you shall forever and always refer to only as Master.  The Oba is a truly a great and magnificent man with great and magnificent needs.  These needs cannot be adequately attended to by proud Nigerian women and so the solution was to find an inferior American slave to quench his Lordship’s thirst.  In his wisdom he decided that a young male who could be transformed into a feminine slut would be best suited to endure his more extreme and varied desires with none of the female frailties or failings that might compromise his enjoyment.  It is your eternal good fortune Eru that you have been selected to be trained and to be allowed to suffer for his satisfaction, his pleasure, and his enjoyment.  You will become an instrument to be expertly played like a musician with his violin…the Great Oba will modify you and hone your body to accept whatever he decides to do to it…every second of your life from this point forward will be devoted to obedience, submission, and eagerness to be used, punished, tortured, raped, and humiliated in whatever ways your owner deems fit.  Nod again Eru, if you understand these teachings.”  Tears streaming down her face, Eru had no choice but to nod as Ekong tilted the shiny steel blade back and forth causing it to glint in the overhead lighting of the plane’s plush interior.  Seeing the American sissy so quickly descend into defeated obedience filled the 55 year-old African with great pleasure tinged by a note of disappointment as he would have relished inflicting painful physical lessons on the Eru to help her learn about her new station.  That time, however, would no doubt be yet to come.  For now, the description of what the American youth would become had given Ekong a raging hard on, and having been given permission to use the slave’s mouth-cunt as desired during the flight he sat back in his chair, unbuckled his pants, freed his thick black cock, and wrapped both hands in the bedraggled pigtails of the she-whore kneeling before him.  Pulling Eru forward Ekong groaned with pleasure as his sex was engulfed by the hot wet mouth that was still thoroughly lubed by thick viscous drool from so many hours spent propped open by the giant pink ball gag.  Across the room Dr. Yang continued to arrange the set-up of his equipment as he listened to the symphony of gagging and choking as Ekong fed his erect penis deeper and deeper into Eru’s spasming and increasingly receptive throat.

It took ten minutes of constantly impaling the American sissy-gurl’s mouth and throat on his thick black tool to bring Ekong to climax.  Breathing heavily and with his shaft slicked by throat slime from deep within the bitch’s oral cavity the muscular man popped up out of his chair and moved his hands from the whore’s pigtails to the back of her head to force himself an extra two inches deeper into her gullet as he pumped an enormous load of sperm directly down her throat.  The Eru’s oxygen supply was totally cut off and as her face turned red and then almost purple, her throat constricted even more around her rapist’s shaft giving him immense pleasure that only a true dominant can fully comprehend.  He had the power of life and death over this gurl…able to use his superior male organ as a lethal weapon if he so chose, to give the kneeling sissy a true slut’s death…expiring while completing the act of servicing the male sex with her subjugated and controlled open mouth.  But…the Eru’s life was not his to control and was the sole right of his employer’s to command, so Ekong released the American’s skull and allowed her to fall backward into a heap on the floor.  The tumescent ebony organ shined in the bright light and dangled in post-ejaculation euphoria between the spread legs of the Oba’s First Lieutenant while the Eru gasped for air and coughed uncontrollably on the floor before him.  Hawking up globs of the African’s thick load before swallowing them once again keeping the taste of his ejaculate fresh in the sissy’s mouth, while the dominant man still coming down off of his climax slowly turned to his compatriot as he gently tucked himself back into his pants and asked Dr. Yang if he was ready for the next phase of the sissy’s training.

Dr. Yang offered a brief and efficient nod of the head and stated simply to bring the girl so that he could begin his work.

Wrapping one large strong hand around the the Eru Odo’s right ankle, Ekong dragged her across the floor like a bag of trash to where Dr. Yang was set up.  The sissy was hauled up off of the floor and thrown into what resembled a dentist’s exam chair near the back of the plane’s passenger compartment.  Ekong used his knife to slice open the rubber outfit and to cut the binding gaskets around the slut’s thighs.  Unbuckling and removing the posture collar meant the slave was now naked except for the platform pink high tops that her initial captor had laced her into when he had dressed her in her first sissy-gurl outfit.  The Eru thought that the Lieutenant was going to remove those as well, but when the strong black man undid the double knots that had secured the punishing footwear that was two sizes smaller than her feet, instead of taking them off he used his brute strength to further tighten their grip on her agonized and constricted feet.  The cotton laces very nearly snapped as Ekong yanked them tighter and tighter, the American youth gasping in pain and writhing with each tug, Dr. Yang placing his hand on her naked chest and pushing her back down to the upholstery of the chair each time she lurched forward in discomfort.  With Ekong sweating with the effort and the Eru moaning in pain the two men controlling the captive sissy-gurl proceeded to strap her down to the procedure chair with broad leather belts around her neck, her torso, both arms, her hips, her thighs, her shins, and her ankles.  By the time the final buckle had been done up, the Eru Odo was completely immobilized, and once again totally at the mercy of more dominant men who derived pleasure in making her suffer.

Dr. Yang was a man focused on efficiency and as such tended to work quickly, silently, and without hesitation.  These were some of the qualities that had attracted Oba Adewale to the Chinese doctor and had prompted him to offer a career move that the physician could not refuse.  To the Asian sadist’s delight, that decision now afforded him the opportunity to abuse and alter a capitalist American pig’s body to help his employer turn her into a fully feminized slave yet to be subjected to an array of sexual abuses.  Dr. Yang began by stuffing a hardened rubber mouthguard like those worn by professional athletes into the Eru’s mouth.  This had the effect of pushing her lips gently outward and preventing her from biting her tongue as her treatment got underway.  Next to the doctor stood a stainless-steel platform with an array of instruments assembled upon it, including no less than 20 separate pre-filled hypodermic needles.  Each was small in size but held within them the element of the American’s next phase of sissy-transformation.  Twelve were loaded with doses of Dr. Yang’s personally created silicone-based filler which would be used to plump up the Eru’s lips in order to make them thicker, firmer, and more rubbery in consistency.  Oba Adewale enjoyed what he called real cocksucker-lips on his sluts and had plans for making his Eru Odo’s mouthcunt into a personalized pleasure palace for his giant black cock.  The remaining needles housed a botox derivative that once strategically administered would partially paralyze some of the facial muscles making it possible for the Eru’s mouth to be stretched open more widely, more difficult for her to close it completely, and therefore more likely to drool and remain perpetually wet and lubricated…all of which would give her the appearance of a horny slut eager to have her mouth pussy plugged and used.  By the time Dr. Yang completed six injections into both upper and lower lips, and four into each cheek, the American was trembling in the procedure chair with tears glistening at the corner of each of her pleading and desperate eyes.

The next instruction that the Oba had required to be followed involved his slut’s tits.

Eventually the Eru’s chest would be a masterpiece of her owner’s creation that would provide him and other dominant men with hours of sexual delight, but for starters he had directed his personal physician to begin work on her nipples.  Eraser-like plump columns of sensitive flesh were to be created on the whore’s chest and the first step towards their transformation required enlargement.  The mounds of tit-meat had been compressed and forced through the small holes in the sissy’s rubber outfit for several hours and remained puffy and blushed pink in appearance.  It was a simple matter for Dr. Yang to enclose each one in a small plastic cylinder that had been embedded in a soft black rubber ring which once moistened using the slave’s own tears suctioned to her chest awaiting the next phase of their function to be implemented.  Plastic tubing was connected to the top of each of the two cylinders, and through a “Y” connector, plugged in to a small compact air compressor located at the Dr.’s metal table.  With the press of a button, a low hissing sound signaled first the removal of all of the air, and secondly the suction of the Eru’s areolas and nipples deep into each of the plastic cylinders to be held there and pumped until they were engorged and swollen.  Watching all of this take place, Ekong felt the big black snake in his pants once again beginning to stir as he watched the American sissy’s sensitive flesh getting sucked deeper and deeper into Dr. Yang’s diabolical contraption.

The final component of the in-flight preparations focused between the Eru’s milky white thighs.

Agonized by the needles that had been plunged into her face and now the gross distention of the sensitive flesh on her chest, the captive slut could feel her new doctor manipulating and playing with her tiny cock and balls.  After a few clicks, several squeezes, and what felt like a crushing sensation on her balls, Dr. Yang held up a mirror so that the sissy could see clearly what was going on between her legs.  As she looked on, and listened with horror, Dr. Yang explained that the bright pink contraption now encasing her sex was his personally designed bio-resin chastity cage that would completely prevent the sissy from experiencing any further erections, and would slowly warm and subtly adjust itself to the shape of her genitals so that it formed a customized restraint on her lady-parts.  The key to the embedded brass lock that held the device securely in place was then handed to Lieutenant Ekong who now stood across from Dr. Yang with only the American’s body immobilized on the exam chair separating the two men.  The slave-gurl could only watch and listen with despair as the tall black man produced a pair of pliers and mangled the key into a twisted piece of metal before throwing it over his shoulder. 

“Your owner has decided that his slut will have no need to ever have an erection again, and as such wished for your clitoris to be permanently and tightly locked in chastity.  You will be taught how to have sissy-orgasms like any good slut should, by having your cunt worked and stretched by a superior man – and although you will never ejaculate a load of male cum ever again, the Oba will take great delight in making you leak and dribble sissy cream whenever he commands by responding to his voice, his touch, or his treatment, and his display of your body as his personal and permanent property.  For this gift you will be afforded the opportunity to thank him in person very soon.”   

Dr. Yang had not been idle during Ekong’s explanation of the entrapment of the sissy-whore’s now permanently chastised little clitvand had lubed up a long thin meal probe that measured eight inches in length, but was only the diameter of a ballpoint pen.  As the Chinese physician slowly slid the cold metal probe deep into the Eru’s pussy which accepted the slender intruder with ease, Ekong explained to the sissy what would happen next.

“We are now approximately five hours from our destination in Nigeria whore, and when we arrive your new owner the Great Oba Adewale has plans to immediately sample your body for his pleasure.  While he knows that your cunt has received some training in the servicing of black cocks, he wishes for your pussy to be tightened and re-set for his personal development of its skills in becoming the object of pure pleasure and delight that it will become under his tutelage.  To achieve this, the good Dr. Yang has devised a method of ensuring that your anal ring and pussy walls are constricted and tight for them to be dilated by your owner’s magnificent cock when he takes you for the first time.  It will indeed be memorable for you slut to feel yourself being forced open by the head of his cock when first you are mounted and bred like the true receptacle for male semen that you were always meant to be…and to have the privilege of being a cumdump for a man as great as our Oba is more than a dirty American whore like you should ever have hoped for.”

The sissygurl was literally shocked back into awareness of what Dr. Yang was doing when he connected the cord leading to the metal probe to one of the jet’s electrical outlets and turned on the current.  In waves, electricity coursed through the probe causing the muscles around the slut’s anus and deep within her cunt to contract and grip the metal instrument as hard as they could.  The variable setting on the device meant that sometimes the duration of the contractions was only a few seconds, ranging up to a longest duration of two full minutes before giving the sensitive muscular tissue any respite.  Left now to stew while her abusers retired to the forward cabin for a meal and a few drinks, the pair were treated to a symphony of sounds which all together meant the sissy was suffering as she should in order to become better able to serve, service, and pleasure the male of the species.  The hiss of the air compressor, the hum of the electric probe, and the muffled moans from the slut’s throat combined into a harmony that gave each of the two men rock hard boners as they sat down to their dinner.

 With only an hour left to go, Dr. Yang returned to check on the sissy’s progress, and to adjust some of the settings on the powered equipment.  The strength of the suction was increased, and the intensity of the electrical current jacked up by two notches as the Asian doctor wheeled forward a small cart.  The messy pigtails of the sissy’s hair were undone, and Dr. Yang carefully brushed out the Eru’s long blonde locks.  With the precision of a trained stylist, the American slut’s hair was separated into strips and hot metal rollers from the cart were wound into her hair with ferocious tightness.  It felt to the restrained slut that her hair would be pulled out by the roots, and the hot rollers burned her scalp when they were fully wrapped tightly to her head.  Once her hairdo had been completed, the menacing doctor used one hand to squish her cheeks together but left in the hard rubber mouthguard.  With his free hand, he worked a bright red lipstick round and round on her freshly plumped lips, making the Eru Odo look all the more like a wanton sex-crazed she-whore.  With her curls finally set by the heat, in time for touchdown she was released from the chair and stood in the middle of the passenger cabin.  Platinum blonde curls, a slack mouth framed by thickened crimson lips and thin strings of drool dripping onto her chin, completely naked with alabaster pale flesh and puffed out engorged nipples, a tiny clit caged in bright pink resin, and a freshly tightened cunt clamped shut by hours of electrical current….she stood there in her punishingly tight sissy-gurl high tops the picture of hyper-sexualized submission…a biological male well on the way to becoming a feminized living breathing sex toy when the cabin door opened, and through it walked the great Oba Adewale Obasa…giving the American slave the first good look at her new owner.

The slave trembled as the sixty year-old Oba boarded the plane alone.  He was a huge man standing 6’3” tall and weighing easily 300 pounds.  A lifetime of indulgence had thickened his waistline, and his bald head glistened with beads of sweat raised by the heat of the Nigerian summer.  He wore black sunglasses, a traditional kufi hat on his head, leather sandals on his broad flat size 14 feet, and a loose multicolour embroidered kaftan.  In one hand he wielded a small leather-bound rod topped with a plume of zebra hair used to brush away insects, and in the other a bundle of rawhide cord dangling from his fist.  Ekong and Dr. Yang immediately stepped in front of the sissywhore and bowed deeply to their Lord Employer, and then parted like the Red Sea so that hew owner could approach and get a good look at what his $200,000 of US funds had purchased.

A broad smile spread across the Oba’s face as he drunk in the sight of the tiny feminized slave in front of him.  As she had been commanded to do by Ekong before they landed, she sunk to her knees, and kept her eyes downcast towards the floor.  Out of the very top of her vision, she could just see the fabric of the Oba’s kaftan begin to rustle and then tent outwards as his manhood began to grow, thicken, and become more erect at the thought of what was shortly to come.  Accompanied by more heavy breathing of the giant African nobleman now standing in front of her, the Eru trembled as the large size 14 sandals in front of her started to shift and step from side to side.  A huge hand was planted on top of her head which felt like it covered her entire scalp, and like lightning the hand closed into a fist securing a huge handful of blonde curls and yanked the sissy upright to dangle in front of the huge black man like a rag doll.  The Oba may be a man of sixty and may have lived a privileged life for all of his six decades, but he was immensely strong, and as the sissy would find out, immensely sadistic as well with an enormous sexual appetite.  His kaftan was now obscenely bulged outward and he threw the rawhide cord balled up in his hands over to Ekong along with the command of “prepare her” before releasing his grip on the slave.  The young American caught only a glimpse of the 300 lb giant hiking up his garment before his Lieutenant was on her, manhandling her over to a tabletop at the side of the cabin.

The rawhide was divided into two long strips, each of which had two loops tied into it.  The sissy’s arms were pushed forward out in front of her as she was doubled over on the table and a loop was placed around each of her wrists.  Thrown over the front edge of the table and brought back towards the sissy on the underside, the third and fourth loops were secured overreach of her shoes and around her ankles.  Pulled back tightly by Ekong, the slut was now pinned on the table with her puffy nipples crushed underneath her, and her reigns were handed back to Adewale whose kaftan was now completely removed and except for his sandals, approached his new toy completely naked.  Wrapping his hands several times in the rawhide leash now simply but ingeniously holding his prey in place, with great force the African Lord yanked backwards on the leather which caused each of the four loops to tighten and bite into the sissy’s flesh prompting her to squeal in pain, and forced her ankles apart spreading her legs open for the large man’s pleasure.  Bringing his hands and the thin leather reigns forward the Oba worked the sinews deep into the cleft between his slave-gurls buttocks before planning his palms on the tabletop on either side of the prostrated slave’s restrained trembling body.  This action pulled the two butt cheeks apart, opening the slut up like a flower and exposing her tight cunthole to the rapist who was about to take her.  The Eru felt her owner’s heavy black cockhead resting on the small of her back with his thick shaft cradled in the valley between her distended bum-cheeks, and as the Oba pulled his hips back drawing his leaking erect penis back along his sissywhore’s milky white flesh, the giant black missile settled in to the shallow concavity circled by the slut’s tightly clamped anus.  Allowing his precum to collect and fill the small depression for a few seconds, which was the only lubing that the whore’s hole would receive, Dr. Yang and Ekong both watched with perverse and sadistic pleasure as their employer’s ten inches of rock hard cock prepared to punch its way deep into the restrained sissy’s newly tightened cunt.

Slowly, steadily, and without stopping or any backward motion, Oba Adewale Obasa used his strength and his weight to sink himself deep into his newly acquired human fuckhole.  Ten full inches of thick black fuckstick dilated and stretched his Eru Odo’s pussy hole as she screamed from the anal stretching that she thought would tear her in two.  Adewale groaned in pleasure as he felt his whore tighten and grip his manhood the way a slut should in order to please her man.  She wiggled and twitched as best she could to try to get away but restrained by the leather cords and with her owner’s massive bulk on top of her she had nowhere to go and was fully impaled on his hard ten inches that was pumping in and out of her with increasing speed and strength.  Slick and now fully lubed by the continuous oozing of precum out of his cockhead and into his slut’s cunt the African bull grunted and sweated as he shoved himself repeatedly in and out of the tight ring around his cock.  The young slave’s pelvis slammed over and over against the hard edge of the table every time she was opened and filled with the enormous column of flesh wielded by her new owner.  Long-dicking her now for nearly fifteen minutes the slave had long since descended into a delirious and detached state of mind, drooling uncontrollably all over the table with spittle flying every time she was forcibly opened and stretched.  With the air being forced from her lungs by the impact of each massive thrust she wheezed and whimpered from deep inside of her body through a wide-open mouth distended in a perpetual silent scream.  On and on it went until with an enormous shudder that shook the entire table, the huge black man climaxed and erupted with a torrent of thick Yoruba man-cream that filled his slut’s cunt hole with five, six, seven, and then eight successive spasms that injected the seed deep into the bowels of the stretched out gurly-whore.  Finally spent, Adewale stood himself upright hauling his chest up off of the crushed body of his concubine, dropped the leather cords, used his huge palms to smear away the sweat from his face and chest before wiping them in his Eru Odo’s blonde curls, and then using those curls once again as handles dragged her backwards still impaled on his softening rod and dropped her unceremoniously on the floor simultaneously freeing himself from her snatch and leaving his new toy crumpled in a heap in front of his sandaled feet.

His heart rate returning to normal, and his immediate need for sexual release somewhat satisfied, the Oba donned his kaftan, replaced his hat on his head, and turned towards Ekong and the doctor before exiting the plane.  “Excellent work gentleman…she will do nicely…have her brought to my house directly from the plane and have her restrained in my bedchamber.  She will please me a few more times this evening and then I can start on training her properly tomorrow.  Excellent work indeed…she will be worth every penny once she is fully trained.”

Next Chapter…The sissy is installed in her new home…..