The FuFu clip changed our sissy slave in ways that were otherwise unimaginable. If you’re unfamiliar with such a device, it’s a 3D-printed chastity device, and there’s already a dozen knockoffs, some better than others. It’s essentially a pair of concentric rings joined at the top. The sissy’s scrotum is passed through the inner ring, then pulled so the skin of their boy-clit is pinched through the ring.
Their worthless balls are pushed into their body, and then their scrotal skin is shaped and modeled to resemble a vagina, and pinned back by the outer ring. Whilst not the most secure in terms of chastity (as we’ve caught our little sissy prying himself free on occasion), the effects it had were astounding.
Allow me to provide some context. Amelia, formerly Billy, was a friend of ours. ‘Our’ of course, being myself (Zara) and my girlfriend Megan. We’d known Billy for a while, he was a kind soul, always going out of his way to help his friends. It was when he discovered mine and Megan’s OnlyFans that things changed. See, we, despite being lesbians, have kind of a thing for forced feminization.
We’re both pretty femme ourselves. Megan loves her colorful makeup and lace tops and booty shorts (which I also love her wearing). I’m more into skirts, neutral makeup and crops and big, voluminous hair. And our subscription based content was mostly forced fem instructional, point-of-view videos of the viewer being feminized by their ‘girlfriend’ or ‘friend’s sister’ or whatever scenario we could invent. I digress, Billy reached out to us, and explained that he’d found our content, and not only that, loved it.
Next thing we know, Billy’s signing a contract that Megan had written up, nothing legally binding, but just assurances for both us and him that we wouldn’t out him, and he wouldn’t out us. Mutually assured destruction, basically, but none of us actually thought it would be needed.
The key terms of his sissy slavery service were the following: One; permanent chastity, both Megan and I will own one key each, but both of us must give permission for him to be unlocked. Two: No body hair apart from head and eyebrows. That meant his beard, as well manicured and sharp as it was, had to go. Three: We established our limits, and he had very few, and most pleasingly, he agreed to be our cuck. He was against forced hormones, which I had considered, but I understood. Four: He will wear what we say, and only what we say, no matter what. Five: Obedience.
There were no disagreements from any party. He signed, and we had our own sissy slave, and he had two lesbian dommes to force-feminize him.
The things that happened between then and now, they are all stories in-and-of themselves. I’m here to talk about the FuFu clip, and what it did to our darling little sissy. Billy, now Amelia when in our company, had been in our service for half a year. She’d gone from a CB-6000, to a CB-3000, to a flat metal, and finally a Cherry Keeper Innie. All devices, I might add, are wonderful. The CB-6000 was a tremendous entry point, the 3000; a natural progression. Amelia was not so fond of the flat metal, mainly due to the… insert, but Megan and I loved it. It was our favorite, we loved the way it just made his cock vanish, leaving only a flat metal plate and her swollen balls. It made her dick disappear in panties, which meant leggings and other tight clothes suddenly became a lot more viable for his public outings as Amelia. Of which, there were quite a few. He did all our grocery and clothes shopping dressed as our little femboy. He caught a few stares here and there, but I like to think that Megan and I’s combined sissification skills made him pretty passable.
The Cherry Keeper performed the same function too, and was a little softer on our slave. If you really want to shrink his cock, this one is great. Even when he was freed of it for one of our regular edging sessions, his formerly 6-inch cock could barely crack 2 inches. But, it was still a cock, nonetheless.
When Megan heard about the FuFu online, she bought one without even telling me, or Amelia. It arrived a week or two later, and I was ecstatic upon hearing what it could do. It not only shrunk Amelia’s tiny girl dick, but gave it the appearance of labia, more or less. It required some tinkering and playing with it to get the method down.
For fun, we tied Amelia’s hands to the ceiling, as we often did for spanking or chastity checking sessions. She had no idea what was coming, she thought we were going to edge her! Megan had put the clip in a ring box, and presented it like a gift.
“Will you let us turn your tiny cock into a sissy pussy?” Megan smirked.
Amelia’s eyes lit up. We even took out the panty gag to let her talk.
In her well practiced femme voice, she said; “Oh, Miss! What do you mean? What is it?!”
“Let me show you.” I cooed, brushing my crop across her face.
I took my key from my necklace, (Megan wore hers on a bracelet) and unlocked Amelia’s cock. The tiny thing flopped out, leaking somewhat from the excitement. Her balls were swollen, it’d been three weeks of edging and chastity without release by now. I held them in my hand, feeling their heft, and gave them a gentle spank.
“This may be a bit uncomfortable, but you’ve endured worse, haven’t you sissy girl?” Megan smiled sadistically.
“Yes Miss.” Amelia replied.
“You are going to love this.” Megan blindfolded our little toy. “Happy Birthday.”
“But it is not my birthday, Miss.” Amelia nervously responded.
“It is now. Today, you are being reborn.” Megan chuckled maniacally, “You will never go back after this.”
I pulled the skin of Amelia’s scrotum through the inner ring. She flinched ever so slightly. I pulled it tight until I could not pull it any further without confidence that I wouldn’t rip the damn thing off. Then I pushed the head of her semi-hard sissy dick into itself, pinched the skin closed at the top, fed it through the bottom ring and tugged on the scrotum until it came through. It took a minute or two of folding the skin and pulling in this way and that way, but when I was done, I was amazed. It looked so good! I never knew just how easy it was to turn a man into a girl, with just two rings of plastic. Amelia was a real girl now.
Megan cheered, “Oh my god! It’s perfect!”
“Can I see, Miss?” Amelia whimpered with excitement.
I withdrew her blindfold, and she looked down and simply stood silent. Her eyes were wide open, her jaw had fallen to the floor.
“How do you like your new cunt, sissy?” Megan asked, running her finger between Amelia’s new pussy lips. Amelia shivered at her touch.
“I-” she gasped, lost for words. “I love it! Oh my god! It almost looks real!”
I laughed, “I was going to say the same thing!”
I eyed it hungrily, and looked up at Amelia’s thankful expression as my tongue followed the path Megan’s finger took. It was almost convincing, not quite eating pussy, but close enough that it opened not just a new door for us, but a whole room full of doors. Amelia shuddered, whimpering like the sissy girl she truly was. From that moment on, everything changed.
The change, however, was not necessarily her new cute coochie. It was the change in behavior.
Amelia was a bit of a brat at times. We were okay with that, it was fun taming her. She’d refuse us here, bicker there, but eventually, she’d comply or face various punishments, both fun and humiliating. I still couldn’t tell if she loved being pegged for punishment, especially by our Bad Dragon dildos, but she had her first sissygasm being spit roasted by the pair of us, so I often assume the answer is yes.
Anyway, Amelia was more cautious with the FuFu, but once she put it on, and her tiny cock was magically transformed into faux femininity, she was wowed. Her brattiness vanished almost overnight, it was like it empowered her, completed her. Her feminization was finished! Between the false breasts, the Fufu, and the strict feminine-figure-making workout regime we enforced, we’d occasionally forget that Amelia ever was a man.
From bratty to behaved, overnight. She loved it, we loved it. She started going out of her way for us, as if thanking us. Breakfasts in bed, foot massages and back rubs, chores done before we asked, and even helping us to pick out more sissy clothes for her to wear! Edging was even more fun now, we could use a bullet vibrator, and insert it in between her ‘lips’ and tease her clit (the tip of, what was formerly her, penis). Apart from a few times when her excitement got the best of her, she seldom escaped the device, and when she did, it was almost always an accident. She could, if she wanted to, very easily free her former manhood from its entrapment, but she elected not to, ever.
Even when we gave her permission to take it off, she would rarely do so. It was part of her now. Her dick no longer existed, now she had a pussy. The only downside we could find was there was now no reason to wear his cage keys around our necks or arms. We both loved doing that, because if someone saw, and they knew, then they knew. They’d look at the three women before them, and spot the one who’s a feminized sissy slave. We could always tell. If they didn’t know, it was always arousing to see Amelia (or Billy when he was in masculine mode) become so flustered for seemingly no reason as we idly explained some lie.
The night that we slipped his cock through that cage was some of the most intense, wild fun we’d ever had. We dressed Amelia up, properly and nicely, she was glowing, radiant, and we took her out on the town. We went clubbing, made her grind up on some men, made her rub my feet in the booth as Megan and I made out like ravenous college students, Megan had Amelia eat her out in the bathroom, and then we came home and… wow.
We were all so impossibly horny. Amelia was feeling, as the saying goes, submissive and breedable, and despite our inability to actually breed her, we tried our very hardest. Shackles, collars, and leashes were the play of the night; holding down our sissy sub as the other teased her new clit with a vibrator, coupled with nipple clamps and vibrating butt plugs. We ensured that her femininity was enforced, any moans, grunts, or groans that sounded even remotely male were punished, we wanted her howling like a woman.
We gave Amelia control of her vibrator, and Megan and I fucked on top of her like a mattress. I sat on Amelia’s face, feeling her nose up my ass, as Megan straddled Amelia’s new cunt, bent over and ate me out, or toyed with vibrators and the like. We sixty-nined on top of our slave as she pleased her tiny girl dick (under strict instructions not to cum). Amelia’s face served as Megan’s ass cushion, my eyes met hers as I feasted, and the look I received was indescribably arousing.
Finally, out came the strap-on’s. It was, after all, Amelia’s birthday, so we’d allow her one ‘female’ orgasm to test out her new clitty. Megan pegged her from behind, and I had our sissy eat me out. She was so passionate, so into it. She brought me multiple orgasms, and then Megan and I swapped, and Amelia granted the same pleasure to Megan. Finally, after a solid hour or so of pegging and cunnilingus, our sissy had her first climax in her new cage. It leaked and dripped, rather than spurted, and its unpredictable angle made it land more on the bedsheets than on the towels we’d set out. So naturally, we made Amelia lick it off for us. She described it as ‘the best orgasm she’s ever had’.
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