A Newly Captured Sissy

James lay tied to the bed in a most precarious position.  He was blindfolded.  His skin felt funny, caused by the fact that he had undergone a full body wax and was now wearing satin feminine clothes.  He was groggy as he had just woken up.

What the hell happened last night?  He remembered meeting a woman at a bar, a Miss Jasmine.  He was amused because somebody introduced her as Miss Jasmine and not just Jasmine.  He had no idea what that really meant at the time, but it should have been obvious.

In his mind, he was meeting a tall, attractive brunette woman who was dressed in black.  She came off as rather bossy and opinionated, but he liked that.  Plus, she was buying him the drinks, which made it all the more better.  Too late did he realize what was going on.  He had been drugged.

He felt a paddle strike his posterior, which was sticking up in the air.  A lady's voice laughed.  "Are we awake now Jessica?"

"My name is not Jessica, it's James, " He replied in defiance.  Only to feel the paddle stroke him again.  "Ow.  Stop it!"

She swung the paddle hard three more times.  "Don't you dare tell me what to do, Missy!  Is that clear?"

He was starting to get angry and had thoughts of what he would do to her once he was free from the restraints.  He figured he'd better humor her until then.  "Yes."

She swung the paddle hard at his rear end again.  "Yes what?"

That one hurt, and he thought he heard metal clang against the paddle.  Only too soon did he realize that he did, and he was not happy about what that was.  What had he gotten himself into?  "Yes ma'am."

She laughed.  "Good girl.  Now I'm sure you are wondering what you are doing here..."

"The thought had crossed my mind, " he interrupted before feeling the paddle strike him again.

"Do not interrupt me again, " she swung the paddle once more.

"I'm sorry Miss Jasmine."

She swung the paddle one more time.  "You will be if you keep this up.  Now, the reason you are here is because you are a part of my stable of sissies, and you will serve me as I see fit..."

"Now wait a minute.  I never agreed to any of this.  I'm not into all of that..."

She swatted him again.  "You will be by the time I'm through Jessica.  Trust me.  And, you will find the experience of being one of my special girls pleasurable if you do as told."  She swung the paddle again three times.  "If not, I have ways of making you accept it."

James had heard about these type of women, but he never desired to be in this lifestyle.  He realized the signs were all there at the bar last night, but he was thinking with the wrong head.  Now, he was in trouble.  He had better keep his mouth shut and wait for an opening to escape.

Jasmine smiled as she stood over her conquest.  This one was feisty and had an attitude.  She'd broken bigger men than him.  He would soon be one of her girls and be happy to serve her.  Of this she was certain.  The question was, would it be accomplished the easy way or the hard way.  She hoped for the latter as she swung the paddle once more.