Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 00:06:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New life for Timothy  Ch10 transgender Authoritarian

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on a great part of my life as a
submissive Sissy-boy. All names or places are of no living person
connected to my life. If you don't like male on male sexual activities
or under 18yr old. Please leave. But if choose to read on I hope you
enjoy it. It is of a young Sissy males transgression into becoming a
Slave boy with cross dressing to enforce his Sissy self. I do hope
you'll read and send any comments to Matthew at femboynz@yahoo.com

A new life for Timothy.
Chapter 10.

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In the morning I got woken from a beautiful sleep, by Master jabbing me
in the ribs with his elbow. Still not quite awake, I turned looking at
Master. All I wanted to do was kiss his beautiful body all over. But, all
I did was push my face close at possible to him, with one quick kiss to
his arm before saying. "Good Morning Master, Did you have a nice sleep?"
I wanted to add that I did, but I knew it didn't matter to him whether I
did or not. As I tried to move my arms to get a little more comfortable
beside Master. I suddenly noticed the stiffness and soreness was still
with me from last nights whipping. Anyway I wouldn't be getting
comfortable. Because Master just asked if I was dry or wet. I knew what
he meant so told him I was still dry. I was pleased he didn't want to
physically check, as I was getting hard under there and master would not
be pleased. Even without looking at me, I was just told to get up and go
to the bathroom and `give myself a good clean-out.' I knew what and how
he meant me to do it. With what was happening under my nappy was making
it a bit difficult to walk. Before leaving the room I was told how to
full the container with just warm water and a little of the liquid soap.
How long to keep each one in and I am to have two, as he wants me real
clean up there. Kneeling listening to my orders gave time for that little
problem time to lose interest. I then put my head under the covers to
kiss Masters feet before departing. I couldn't help but put my tongue
out for a quick lick also, as the sweaty smell from the night led me to
it. I noticed with the saliva in my mouth, I could again taste Masters
cum from last night. As I then headed of down the hallway, I kept
thinking how my stomach is full of Masters juices. Even though I had a
piss I'm sure there is still some of his in me. There must be, I hope so
anyway, a long with his decent supply of sperm I had fed to me. I just
hope I don't lose all of that when I empty out.
A short time later Master arrived in the bathroom. Fortunately I'd used
the air freshener after my last clean out. So the room smelt OK again.
After dropping spittle on this long plastic prob thing, about the
thickness of a thumb and about 8inches long, Master handed it to me.
Saying to push it up my pussy as far as I can, to work it around in there
before slowly withdrawing it. I stood there bent over a little trying to
insert this thing. When I got told in on uncertain terms "A slaves place
is on its knees!" Quickly I knelt, feeling for my pussy hole, then tried
the best I could at getting this prob in. When Master told me to put more
spit on then just push it up. I did, yes it worked this time, slowly I
pushed not sure how far it would go in. It was also a funny feeling, plus
an exciting one. As it's the first time I've ever had anything like
this up my virgin butt hole. Working it around in there started to get my
clit all excited to, as it began growing to stand proudly before me. I
looked up to Master in fear of his reaction to that. I found it rather
embarrassing then, as I noticed Master shaving and me down here getting
aroused with this thing up me. Quickly I looked to the floor again, and
slowly started to withdraw it. At the same time I was wishing it was
something else slowly being withdrawn from in there, after leaving me
filled with Masters man juice. I just hope also that pole standing there
would also deflate again before Master notices it. By the time I had it
completely withdrawn, Master had started cleaning his teeth. I knelt
waiting for him to finish, holding the prob in front of me. Yes it smelt
like where it had been, plus it had a little bit of brown turd sitting on
the tip. As I looked and thought how it felt having that in me. Oh! How I
wished again, I'd had something else up there before now. Will I ever
have a cock in there now, seen as I'm only a slave, I'm nothing.
My thoughts were interrupted, as Master asked "Does it have any shit on
it or is it clean."
I could only say it had a little bit of brown stuff sitting on the tip,
Master.
"Good, now look at me and run your tongue all over it."
I looked open eyed at Master for a few seconds, before taking a deep
gulp, thinking of what I'm about to do. I'm still feeling it a little
humiliated having to do some of these things in front of Master. At the
same time Master said, "Doesn't your back feel sore anymore?" I took
that as a warning to start licking or there'll be more of the whip. My
tongue went straight to work, licking its way around this stiff plastic
prob.
"Good now put it in your mouth and show me how you like to suck."
Even after licking that clean, I still had a taste of my own shit in my
mouth. So now having to suck it like a penis, I knew the taste would
increase with my saliva. To overcome that thought, I closed my eyes as I
thought of last night. Having Masters beautiful thick penis in my mouth
to give him pleasure for the first time. Being able to lick and suck,
then to be rewarded with all his divine nectar. Working this in and out
of my mouth, thinking of Masters sperm still in my body, helping to make
me a worthy slave. At the same time that twitching in my groin told me,
this slight taste of shit was becoming quite enjoyable to me.
"What is That!!!," Master yelled at me pointing to a now stiff clit.
I could only look up hoping for some understanding. As I said, "I
couldn't help it standing like this Master."
With that I was made lie face down with the prob still in my mouth, hands
behind my neck. Then to rub my lower body briskly over the floor. The
foot of Master made sure my crotch stayed as close as possible to the
floor. Which in turn caused great agony to my clit and the sac below it.
In no time all my thoughts of pleasure had vanished, deflating my clit at
the same time. In a muffled voice I quickly tried to tell Master it had
gone down now, I didn't know if he had understood or heard what I'd
tried to say, as I again said. "Please Master it's all gone now."
"So what! you worm, I like watching you squirming around like this. You
won't be having that problem much longer Pansy, "I was told, as his foot
just wanted to stay there a little longer. After one last push down of
his foot, I was told to get up, shave that bumfluff off that face.
Masters shaving water was still in the sink, with the spit out after
cleaning his teeth also mixed in to it. I knew I had to use that same
water for my shave. In the meantime, Master just sat on the toilet
watching my every move. Not saying a word, but making me feel rather
self-conscious. I went to clean my teeth then, but was told "Not yet,
just get down here,"
Master pointed between his naked legs. As I knelt I went to look up to
Master, but just as quickly my head got pushed down to rest right over
his beautiful but deflated penis. I couldn't help trying to give it a
loving kiss before it was given to me to drink from. Again Master had
other ideas, I couldn't see a thing as his firm hand held me so close.
The strong musky aroma of his sweaty crotch area was like being in a
perfume shop to a slave like me. But I could hear what I got told, "You
can now enjoy being with your Master while he empties out." without any
further hesitation, I felt Master straining as he began to push out his
waste. I could feel before hearing his bladder flowing as my lips were
sitting right on his penis, hoping also for a mouthful. But no I could
only listen as it flowed into the bowl. At the same time I got a whiff of
the strong smelling gases being expelled from Masters rear. I tried
holding my breath, tried turning away, tried to force myself away, all to
no avail. Masters vice like grip kept me at his mercy. My whimpering
didn't help, only made me inhale that smell deeper. I was now hearing
his turds splashing as they landed below. Then another strain and loud
groan as more turds were dumped into the bowl. Being pulled up by the
hair to look at Master, he asked "Do you like being down there slave?" I
shook my head No! "I think you really do," with that I got pushed
straight back from where I had come. With his dumping finished, I was
just held there to savour the smell and be told I'm nothing better than
a toilet bowl, so get used to it, You Shit! lover.
"Now Bitch! Clean your Masters arse for him," I got pushed aside as he
stood, bending forward for me to get working with tissues, wiping off all
the remaining dark brown from around his beautiful hole. While doing it I
was beginning to really enjoy being down, cleaning off Masters shit
streaks. Even looking at them on the tissue before dropping in the bowl,
I wanted to hold take it closer to smell and kiss. After proving all was
clean down there, I had to start running Masters bath, then back to the
toilet. Kneeling there with head over the toilet bowl, hands joined
behind my neck. So I couldn't move away, just to study, smell and enjoy
Masters body waste. The longer I stayed there the more I was getting
sexually aroused by the smell and the brown messy droppings before me.
Standing now straight out in front of me, one rock hard clit. I became
fearful of what will happen when Master see it, knowing it is his smelly
turds that has done it to me. The bathwater had been turned off, so it
won't be long before I'm called over to bath Master. Guess I'll
resolve myself that another period in the discipline room isn't far
away. I heard Master getting into the bath then, "Bitch! get over here,
you have a job to do." Lifting my head from the toilet, slowly I crawled
towards the bath and Masters wroth.
I went to take the soap and facecloth, but no. I just had to stand
looking to the floor, hands to the side of me, while Master let loose.
Calling me all the disgusting, depraved things he could think of. I was
feeling heat coming to my face with embarrassment, realizing how I was
getting turned on with the smell and site of Masters turds. My erect clit
didn't want to go down either which added to the humiliation of it all.
Then Master asked the question, "would you like to be playing with all
that shit?"
I didn't answer, but just tried to look towards him, not quite knowing
what to say. I know it's dirty body waste, yet it's smell and
everything about it, is just turning me right on.
"So are you going to answer me, you filth Pansy."
I gulped as I took a deep breath before saying, "I can't help it Master,
but yes I would be happy playing with it."
There was silence, again I turned my eyes towards Master, to see his
reaction. There was none until his hand came out from the warm bathwater.
Grasping one stiff clit, squeezing, twisting, pulling at the ball sac
also. Tears came just as quickly, as I moaned and screamed out in agony.
It didn't take long before ridged stork had gone back to one soft floppy
little clit again.
"That's better, now do what you're here for." as I got one last flick
from his fingers.
I knelt to give Master his bath, something that gives me great pleasure
each day.
Once breakfast was over, I dressed Master in neat casual clothes. Then
had clothes taken out that I was to wear. A lovely blue lace bra, a soft
blue silky camisole and matching knickers that had lace around each leg.
A pair of stay up stocking with a nice wide lace garter on each. Then
there was a little garter for my clit. On top of these pretty things I
had to wear a white shirt, tie, grey trousers and jacket with yellow silk
handkerchief. Looking at me one could notice the blue under the shirt,
but wouldn't know it's a lovely camisole I'm wearing. To the outside
world I properly looked a `normal' looking male. But Master and I knew
that to be far from the truth. Before we left the house Master got my
clit ring in its box to take with us. It has been so good not having to
wear it the last few days. But now is he taking it encase I have erection
problems while we're out. I hope I don't have to have it put on in
front of someone. I'm going to do my best to try and control myself, so
that won't happen. Then for something like me, it can be a hard ask.
In the car Master gave me the box to hold as we drove away in silence.
Every so often I'd notice Master looking sideways at me with a smile on
his face. Still nothing was said, I began feeling rather self-conscious,
my hands got fidgety as I started playing with the box, with my clothes.
I felt my face going red with embarrassment, not knowing what Master was
smiling at me for. I knew better than to ask, so just sat there trying to
look out the side window. But no I had to look straight ahead and sit
still, as I got told I'm not a little child now. Next thing I knew we
were stopping just north of the City and headed for this small shop, that
seemed to sell all manner of things for Cross Dressers. Master spoke to
the woman there and I couldn't help but look around at everything. For
me it was like being in a fantasy world shop, it had whatever one would
want. Petticoats, panties, blouses, skirts, dresses the lot. Plus make
up, wigs of all styles and shades. I was holding a dress up to myself
when Master called for me. I got taken into a chancing room, where I had
to take off my shirt and tie. Next thing this woman came in carrying two
wobble things. My heart pounded like never before with excitement, as I
realized they were two silicon breast pads. They were for me, I looked to
the woman with a big smile, feeling so happy.
Taking up one pad she gentle placed it under my bra cup. I took a deep
breath as the coldness of it touched my skin. Then the other pad went
under my other bra cup, the feeling was the same, but only for a few
seconds. The lady massaged them into place so they sat neatly in the bra
cups. At the same time telling me how I'm going to adore walking around
feeling my boobs movement with each step. With the heat of my body they
quickly warmed up and seemed to cling to my skin becoming a part of me. I
couldn't help just touching them, even without Master saying I could. I
seemed to even have feeling there as I squeezed on them. Looking to
Master with a nice thank you smile on my face. I could tell he knew now
pleased I was to have them, as he just gave a nice smile back. Also
standing looking pleased about it all was the shop lady who put them on
me. "You feel just like a proper girl now don't you Miss?" as she
fluffed around my camisole top.
"Yes thank you, they feel so nice and real, they seem to feel like apart
of me. They do seem to move with my body movements." I said sounding
quite girly playing with them still.
After explaining how to best clean and care for them. I was given two
small soft cloth bags to keep them in, plus there own small box. I then
found out they are size B.
Walking back to the car I was informed that from now on every time I go
out I must wear the pads under my bra. I was still feeling so excited
just having them on now. That I said, "Yes I'd like to wear them all the
time Master."
"Well you won't be wearing them all the time. Is that understood? I can
see that thing between your legs is all worked up, isn't it?"
"Yes Master it is, but I just can't help it happening. Being treated the
way I am, now having these beautiful breast pads to wear. Just gets me
all aroused."
Once we got in the car, Master squeezed me lightly just to see how hard
it had got. Thankfully I was only semi hard now. But he didn't seem to
mind that, as nothing was said about it. As we drove off Master
questioned me about enjoying the way I'm treated. Again I found it hard
to answer, so after thinking a little I said. "Some guys get off on doing
just normal things with there boy friends or even girls. Where I seem to
get off on being treated the way you treat me and wearing girly things.
It might sound daft to you, but I think it's a great honour to be your
slave and have you treat me the way you do."
"So you really did enjoy that in the bathroom this morning?" he asked
looking quickly at me.
"Yes I really did Master," I said shyly.
"Good, you're going to be a good slave."
"I hope so Master that's all I want to be is an obedient slave to you."
Without noticing it, we had arrived at Camden Town. My heart sunk as I
realized then where we were headed, once Master parked in the car
parking, then ordering me out, taking that small box with me. I walked in
silence, even my new found breasts wobbling didn't get me thrilled. All
I could think of, is what's it going to be this time and knowing Master
had so much equipment already. On entering the shop I noticed we were the
only ones there. Mind you it was very early in the day, not like the
lunch hour as on the last visit. James, the shop assistance was there
ready to look after us, so were led straight to the room out the back.
The first thing that was noticed was my new boobs standing out. He
couldn't help himself from squeezing them in is hands, and making
remarks about me being a proper little sissy now. Saying to Master how
the others are really going to have fun with this little bitch. With that
Master said "Yes they sure will." That had me concerned, wondering who
the `Others' are. I looked at Master hoping for some sort of an answer,
but got nothing.
Once the enjoyment of playing with my boob had gone. James said, "take
off my jacket and hang it up, then your shoes also, Timothy." Master
quickly informed him that I'm no longer Timothy, that's a boys name and
this is to much a Sissy to be male. So pansy, sissy anything you like,
but it does like being called Bitch. Turning back towards Master James
said, "I see what you mean, and doesn't it make a pretty girl now with
its little boobs." I felt my face going red with embarrassment again,
even thou he knows what I am. With my head bowed so not to be looking at
him. I was shocked then to see him take my belt to undo it, then proceed
to undo the zipper and take down my trousers. Telling he to step out of
them. As I did, I looked to Master wondering what he was letting this
chap do to me. Next his hands wandered over my panty covered butt cheeks
before coming to the front. Aren't you lucky being a sissy wearing these
pretty panties. I just nodder my head, till I heard Master say, "we
didn't hear you Nancy!" I then said, "Yes I am, Sir." As I was answering
James put his thumbs and forefingers under the waist band of my panties,
slowly they were also removed. But not before stopping to remark about
the pretty garter I was wearing. At the same time lowering my panties he
began have fun at my expense, by caressing gentle over my stockinged
legs. Looking up at me, he knew how the soft touching was beginning to
get me aroused. I went to put my hand out hoping to move him away. Only
to have Master yell at me, "What the Fuck are you doing Bitch! Put those
hands up behind your neck and leave them there. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do Master," as I followed orders and lowered my head at the same
time. Even being humiliated in front of someone else, like this excites
me greatly.
By now that little clit was standing solid twitching for all to see, my
balls were tight and heavy.
With panties now discarded, it left just the garter to be taken off and
didn't he love doing that. Taking it from behind, his hand wrapped
around it. Then gently pulled it forward, making sure to run the hand
slowly right along the full length of my protruding member. It felt so
nice, I closed my eyes taking deep breaths. Enjoying the pleasure of the
moment and hoping he would keep stroking. I know my little sac is just so
hot and full as it's been a long time since I've had it empted out. His
hand feels so warm and soft, I would love him to milk me right now.
Instead I had to listen to Master saying, "See what I mean about it
getting an erection all the time. And with the ring being a bit to
dangerous for it to wear, like it needs for control. I think the belt
would be the much better option for it, don't you?"
"Yes I see what you mean, the belt will be a lot better, plus not being
able to see its thing will help also." he said to Master while still
having his hand around my now throbbing clit.
All I was hoping was that he'd slid that hand up the length again. He
must notice the heat in my clit as I try making it jerk for him to feel.
While at the same time listening to them. I was wondering what they were
talking about and what they had in mind for me. At least the dreaded ring
is going, thank goodness.
I opened my eyes as the hand came off my clit, after giving one last
little squeeze. I wished I could ask him to put it back. Well that is not
for me to ask, I know. He then took the ends of my shirt tucking them up
to just below my bra and tying them together. Doing this he noticed the
still very visible marks of last night. Looking at me asking how they got
there. Trying not to look at him I said, "I'm naughty and Master has to
punish me to help me be a better slave."
"I guess you'll be getting a lot more of it then," he said, slapping my
backside.
Leaving me now exposed from the bra down, standing there just looking at
me, James commented about the pre cum hanging from the slit.
"Take that filthy mess off Slut, and wipe it on your face, but not near
your mouth." as he told James how I like cum in my mouth. All this time
Master just sat watching, I know he'd be enjoying having me humiliated
in this way by someone else. Someone not to much older than myself also.
Now standing back next to Master, talking softly between them, plus some
laughter and looking at me. I was now about to learn my new fate, as
Master told me to stand in front of him. Taking a firm grip of my clit, I
got told how he's sick of see it getting erect all the time for no
reason. Seen as the ring didn't do much good in controlling it, maybe
this will. I got shown this leather belt contraption, it looked evil,
with a bent half round steel tube about 3 to 4 inches long attached. I
hadn't seen anything like this before. There again there are lots of
things I hadn't seen before being with my Master. I just looked at both
of them, wondering, they had smiles on their faces, looking at me.
"Do you know what this is," Master asked.
"No not really, Master."
He held it up to me, I just kept looking at it, till Master said. "Take
it in your hands, you stupid Bitch," I went to take it, at the same time
he let it drop to the floor. I knew that's where I had to go. Kneeling
right down, picking up this thing. I then realizing where it was going to
go. I held it, looking to Master with fear in my eyes. "No! Please no
Master, Please no!!" I was just made stand again. "Look! Look! You can't
keep it down can you!" Master said firmly pointing to what was standing
proudly and again dribbling between my legs.
I couldn't answer, I know I'm having trouble not to get an erection all
the time. I just hung my head in shame.
"Well you'll be wearing this Chastity belt from now on. When you're not
in this, you'll be in your nappies. Is that understood?"
Again I just stood there feeling quite humiliated, with James having that
wide grin on his face, looking at me. Even though he looked so cute, I
knew it was a sinister grin watching me being degraded in this way. I
nodded whispering, "Yes Master."
"Good, now what are we going to do with that thing," pointing to one
stiff clit.
James suggested I get rid of all that spunk from those balls. It'll be a
lot easier to put the belt on if I'm empted right out first. Oh! good I
thought, I hope he'll offer to milk it out for me. Instead he thought it
would look nice if I stood and wanked off in front of them. Master agreed
with his idea, telling me to get to work, show us how you did it in bed.
I felt rather embarrassed again, for the first time just having to stand
there, while they're watching me stroke off. I lowered my head, closed
my eyes, so as not to be looking towards them. I put both hands down
caressing all over my pulsating genitals. Slowly working one hand along
the hot throbbing shaft, while letting the left go under to stroke gently
over my little pussy hole then to cradle and gently fondle that full
sperm sac. I started thinking of many things as I strokes the length of
that throbbing shaft, pulling the skin back then forward again. That
great feeling of a foreskin sliding over the hot gland-head, which had
become so sensitive. My mind, my body seemed to be of somewhere else, as
I gave slow then faster strokes as the pressure in my balls built up. The
thought of it being so long since this hand has been able to give myself
this pleasure. I tried to slow down as much as possible, knowing it could
be a long time before I'm allowed this pleasure again.
I started flicking over the now erect nipples, feeling there sensitive
touch as I did. I opened my eyes when I felt both nipples being squeezed,
from hands coming from behind. But everything was just a blur all around
me. I couldn't see whose hands they were doing it. All the feelings of
pain had left me, the moans and squeals I made were of the pure sexual
pleasure it gave me, not from the pain I was receiving. The squeezing,
pulling and twisting just seemed to help build up the fire in my balls
below. I could feel the pre cum oozing from the little slit, I'd wipe it
on my hand, then back to stroke that hot pole again. Once I went to lick
it off, till I heard Master say, "don't even think of it, Pansy." I put
my head back, just to try and touch whoever was there. I realized it was
James, I told him that feels so good please squeeze harder, make me
scream out please. My whole body went weak as he increased the agony, I
tried to squirm away as I gave deep groaning screams from deep down in my
throat, but couldn't move from his grip. Leaning against as I was, I'm
sure I could detect something very hard between his legs. But was more
interested in my own pleasure at this time, than his.
As much as I tried to hold off shooting my load. I'd got so full, my
body was shaking, my legs had become weak as I leant back on James. I
started begging for Master to do something to me, anything to me,
PLEASE!! even just touch me, Please!! I begged. Not he but James did,
letting go of my nipples, taking a handful of hair quickly pulling my
head right back. Causing me to groan out loud with the pain of pure
pleasure that gave me. With my head held firmly back, he spat a couple of
big ones over my face. I could feel them sliding slowly down my cheeks, I
tried to thank him for doing it. As the humiliation of it, helped build
up the hot juice in my balls, I felt sperm travelling at a pace up the
hot throbbing shaft. I became weaker like jelly, as James just had to
hold me firmly in his arms. My stroking intensified, faster and faster
till I could hold of no longer, I felt the cum juice rise to the point of
no return.... I seemed to take a last deep breath then, cried out loudly,
OH GOD!!! ...... I ..... I'M ............ CUMMIINNNGG!!! ARRRHHHHHHHH
........... YYEESSSSSSSS!! As I started shooting my hot spunk, my body
just kept jerking in wild spasms, as volley after volley shot forth. I
went to open my eyes, but found I didn't want to leave those beautiful
thoughts I was having or the feeling I was feeling. I kept stroking to
get even the very last drop of spunk out. As I got my breath back and the
last drop had left my now exhausted body. I just let out a final,
.............. OOOHHHHHH ....... SHIT!! That felt just soooo wonderful.
Still to weak to stand, James helped me down till I was now lying,
exhausted, spent on the floor. It was then I noticed I'd shot my lot
into a glass. I was so far away I didn't see a thing or even who else
was watching my performance, till now. Standing in the doorway was the
other shop assistant. My face was still feeling hot, as I tried to get my
breath back. But now the heat intensified, as I felt my face going redder
with embarrassment, that someone else has watched me working myself off.
Master just said to them both, "now you've seen a sissy milking it's
clit."
I continued looking to the floor, when James asked Master, if it would
like a drink?
"Yes it can have one, but make sure you wipe the spunk out of the glass,
as it would like to taste that with the water."
Once I'd had nice glass of water and my clit had retracted to its little
self. I had to stand and wipe my clit clean with some `wetone' wipers.
Then James wipe a little thin oil all around there before he took up that
Chastity Belt. Knowing what was about to happen I tried again begging to
Master not to put me into it. Saying I'll really be good, I tried
putting my hands in the way to stop James from fastening it. Next think
Master came over grasping my hair pulling my head back. Warning me that I
can still be punished here, that this shop has many such straps and he's
sure either one of the assistance would love to try them out on a sissy
like me. Or is it that you're not sore any more and want to suffer some
more pain across that arse. All this time he was pushing my head around
by a handful of hair, as I stood with hands at my side, looking at him.
"No I don't want any more punishment Master." as I felt my eyes watering
up and trickle down my cheeks. Then I felt James putting the belt around
my waist and fasten it. Master let go of my hair then, telling me to stay
very still or else. To watch James place the cup part over my deflated
clit and balls. Making sure everything was in neatly, before taking the
two thinner straps up under the crotch to fasten at the back of the main
belt. Which was then tightened a little more, before I heard the click of
a small padlock closing.
I just stood there, not wanting to look below. Knowing I wouldn't be
seeing my clity again. Master told me to touch myself see how nice it
feels down there now. Slowly I slid my right hand over to feel just a
piece of leather over something hard which was the steel tube thing
holding me in place under there. I cried a little realizing I've lost
it, plus I won't be able to have it dressed up pretty anymore either. I
knew better than to say anything, as James began to explain to me about
going to the toilet. That it's good that I'm a bitch, because I'll
have to sit all the time to do wees, and will have to be like all girls
and be sure to pat under there dry each time. He had me feel underneath
to see where my piss slit sat, then gave me a `wetone' to pat under
there. The way the straps came up between the legs I'd be able to damp
OK. It was all quite humiliating, being put into this Chastity Belt,
being told about my toileting all by a cute chap not much older than
myself.
After having a walk around the room getting use to it, which I must admit
wasn't to bad, Master told me to get dressed. I heard them talking then
about the cage and Master saying how it's really a little small to have
me in for to long a time. So I think he's going to get rid of it, thank
goodness. I didn't think they were watching as I dresses, but just as I
was about to put on my trousers. James said to wait a minute, as he went
to called in the other chap to have a look at me in my new outfit. I
could of died there n then. Master make me put my hands back behind my
neck, as the two of them inspected my belt, plus feeling me over and
talking about my underwear. Pulling down the bra cups to see the new pads
I'm wearing. As they were playing with me like I was nothing, I could
feel pressure coming under my belt. Oh God, I thought what will happen
now. Fortunately someone entered the shop, sending the other assistant
back out, all to my relief at last. So I could continue dressing, even
though it was a little difficult now to put my trousers on, I managed
without Master noticing the predicament I was in.
As we were about to leave James made a phone call, then told Master,
"They'll be waiting for us, it's two doors down on the first floor." I
looked to Master wondering where to now, without saying it. Before
leaving the room, Master asked what I had to say? I just looked at him
for a second. Then realized what he meant, and said to James, "Thank you
Sir for putting me into this Chastity Belt."
"Now show your proper appreciation, Bitch," Master ordered, pointing to
James feet.
I got down, kissed James feet, again saying, "Thank you Sir for what
you've done to me."
Getting back up I felt quite humiliated looking at James. Seeing the big
smile on his cute face, knowing I've now been further degraded.
"It's been all my pleasure," he told me, still with that smile.
Walking out through the shop I noticed a few people in there now and
looking at the clock hanging above the counter, it is nearly half past
twelve. At least no one looked at me thinking I was walking funny, so it
mustn't of been as noticeable as I thought. Or nothing would surprise
anyone who comes in here.
Then it was Shock! Horror! as we ascended the stairs of this building two
doors down. In front of us on the first floor read, Tattoos and piercing.
Master must of known what I was thinking, as he just put his arm over my
shoulder. Telling me I'm just going to have a small branding done, it
won't take long and it won't hurt to much either. I put my hand up to
touch his saying, "Thank you Master, I don't mine if it hurts." I got a
big smile from him, knowing how I like the pain.
I've seen these places from the outside only, So what a surprise I got
as we entered. The chap who greeted us had that many tattoos up his arms,
on his chest and god knows where else. One could only see his chest as he
wore only a black singlet and jeans. His head was shaven and he had a
thick moustache, at least he didn't smell. Nothing about him or the room
appealed to me in any way. I just stood looking around at all the designs
on the walls, wondering why anyone would have all this done to
themselves. While Master explained to this chap, what I was to have done.
In a minute or so I was again dropping my trousers, lying face down on a
table. Which felt a little uncomfortable, because of this damn belt I now
have to wear. "Oh he wears panties, that's nice," he said, as he
proceeded to pull them down. With that Master told him, "It's just a
sissy, loves to wear girly things all the time." I was pleased to have my
head facing away from them both. I felt something being rubbed over the
rump of the left leg, then he used a straight raiser to clean off any
sign of hair that could still be there. A thick cushion was placed under
the left leg raising it up, and thankfully took some pressure away from
my imprisoned crouch. After wiping over the area he wrote on it, telling
me to stay very still, then the agony began. It felt like a thousand
needles slowly cutting into my flesh, as this tool that first looked like
a dentist drill got dragged around leaving its mark as it went. Stopping
every so often to dap up the blood that was dripping out. It was a
strange feeling, it hurt, but wasn't painful. I buried my head, biting
on my lower lip, more of the unknown, than pain. In about ten minutes it
was all over. He wiped around the area clean of any blood, then got a
mirror to show me the result. It was hard to make out, as it was all red
and black down there. But written in a half circle it read "This is the
property of " underneath in bold Gothic capitals were the letters "C S J"
Masters initials. He then taped a sterile dressing over it, telling me to
leave it there at least 24 hours and try to keep it dry as possible. Now
finished he removed the latex cloves and helped me stand. As I stood, he
remarked about my Chastity belt, saying "it's good to see boys like you
under proper control." Sending my face red again, as I thought Master
might comment about the `boy' part, fortunately he didn't.
Sitting uncomfortably in the car going home again, I felt just so
different from when we left home this morning. Knowing I now had lovely
breast pads, that felt like a part of my body now. With my clit hidden
away, I guess I'm more of an `It' than male or even female now. I have
nothing. I can still feel the heat on my rump, so anyone seeing my
branding will know, I'm now Masters `sissy slave.' I felt great
sitting next to Master knowing I belong only to him now and can't wait
to get home to be collared again. Another outward sign of my slavery. I
turned to Master and told him, "I'm so pleased you're my Master,
Master."
Looking and smiling at me he said, "I'm pleased you're my slave also."
his hand came over rubbing, squeezing lightly on my upper leg. I went to
just touch his hand, then held back and asked if I could. I was so
delighted when he said, "Yes you can hold it if you like." I couldn't
take it quick enough, holding it, squeezing it, feeling each finger. Like
they were something special that had just come from heaven for me. I
wanted to kiss them then and there, but didn't think Master would allow
that on the road. So I held off.
Just before reaching home, Master stopped at a Bakery shop and got a
couple of meat pies for `Our' lunch. Yes he said I could eat with him,
seen as I've been good this morning. I was even allowed a Cup of Tea,
not from my bowl as normal either. I thought, I must try and be good more
often if I can get these privileges. I made a point of thanking Master in
the proper way for giving me the honour of sitting at the table to eat
with him. It's been a while now since I was allowed to sit at the table
on a chair. That I felt quite out of place and uncomfortable, sitting
there like normal people do to eat. You wouldn't think one could lose
that habit so quickly, but I did. With lunch over, I got permission, then
ran to Masters room to get the collar to have put back on.
Now came the time to test my new way of urinating. For the first time
since being encased in this belt, I've wanted to go and go badly. I told
Master of my need, so he took me up to the toilet, had me remove my
trousers and panties before sitting. To my horror he just stood there,
telling me to sit back, open my legs wide, put my hands behind my neck. I
sat looking down then the flow began, I guess I also felt like a girl
doing it that way, not seeing where it was coming from. Once finished, I
had to wipe down there clean just as I'd been shown by James.
It was strange sitting patting under there with a piece of toilet paper.
Just feeling your nob plus having Master watching as I did it all,
telling me to get use to it.
The rest of the afternoon I spent doing housework. Wearing only a big
yellow bow in my hair, padded bra, stockings, heels, chastity belt
covered by a frilly white chiffon pinafore. All the time working that
belt became quite an annoyance between my legs. The rubbing of it over my
clity, making it want to stand only to lose the battle against the steel
tube controlling it. Constantly I was wanting to touch, putting my hand
on the leather encasement. Only to realize it was causing more agony,
knowing I couldn't get any closer.
After serving Master his evening meal, I was happy to be back where I
belong. On the floor eating his leftovers and some jelly meat from my
bowl. When it came time for bed, it was with great relief to be taken out
of that chastity belt. Able to wipe around the whole area with warm soapy
water and dry it off. Having nappies put on never felt so good, as it did
right now. But first Master taped a piece of plastic over the dressing
covering the branding. In case I wet myself and wouldn't infect the
wound. Even having my wrists restrained again made me happy, at least my
clit could do what it wanted without hitting a steel wall. Master left
the room, then returned. By the dim light from the hallway I noticed he
was carrying Prince. My eyes opened wide as he was held over my face. I
tried putting my hands out, but the restrains held me back. Master asked
would I like to kiss him goodnight. Quickly I replied "Yes please
Master." With that I got told I could have him with me all night. I was
so happy to once again have Prince in bed with me, only he wasn't in his
nighty. But at least I had him to cuddle.
The next day I was left all alone again as Master went back to work.
Leaving me belted up knowing there was nothing I could do about it. A
couple of times I had to go to the toilet, even though it still felt
funny doing it this way. I was now getting used to sitting, feeling the
flow falling from between my legs, just like a girl would. Having to use
toilet paper to dap under there, feeling the hole in the Chastity belt,
plus the tip of my penis, but unable to really touch myself.
That night when Master came home, I was told that the cage would be going
the next day. So had to help Master take it out, leaving it in front of
the garage to be picked up. Before I got my hopes up about it going for
good. Master said the chap would be bringing another one and would want
to go to the training room to assemble it. So let him in, I was told.
With that my heart sunk as I asked Master if he knew that I'm a slave.
"Yes for sure he does," was his reply. I got that funny feeling in my
stomach on hearing that. I went to ask another question, but was just as
quickly told, I'm only to be seen, Not! Heard. To take my mind off of
it, Master took my sterile dressing of my leg. Wiped it clean with a
disinfectant before getting a mirror to let me see it again. Well it was
still quite red looking, but could see more clearly what is written now.
That made me happy also reading I'm Masters property. Smiling at Master
I said, "I'm so proud to be your slave, Master."
It was not long after Master had left for work that this van arrived to
pick up and deliver the new cage. There was no knocking at the door or
anything. Just a voice saying "Where are you." I knew that was to me,
being the only one home. That nervous feeling was back in the stomach
again, as I slowly walked to where the voice had come from. Anyone seeing
me would straight away know what I was. A sissy slave, as I wore make up,
deep red fingernails, slave collar, Red padded bra that was noticeable
under the white blouse, Navy trousers, slippers and a lavender ribbon
tied in a bow with the ends hanging long. Now coming face to face with
this man, I was just told, "Take that end and help me get them
downstairs." all like I was nothing, just something to pick up the ends
of these L shaped things. Once we had them downstairs, I was told to go
away, I'll call when I need you. As I was leaving I looked back a couple
of times, only to be asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing Sir, I'm sorry." as I quickly then walked out.
A short time later I heard him yell out, "Girly where are you, come here
now!"
On my arrival, sitting almost in the same place as the other had, was
this new bigger black cage. He'd finished welding the two L shapes
together plus the top. The bottom was bolted to a steel tray. I looked at
it with wild eyes as I walked towards it, putting a hand on the still
warm steel. I knew it is a new home for me. I couldn't help walking
around it, run my hands along the steel rods, noticing the padlock
hanging from the bolt on the door. To keep me firmly locked away. My mind
went back to the last time I'd been locked in all night for trying to
use the toilet without permission. So stayed there in urine wet smelly
camisole and nappies. I soon came back to now, as I was told, "Go on get
in." I got down crawled around and into the open cage. Straight away I
knew it was so much bigger, I could turn around easily now, even lie
straighter. Fear struck me then, as the door was closed on me. I begged
him not to locked me in there. "You're not being locked in you stupid
bit of shit." Then I noticed he was just trying the door, as he was
opening it at the same time.
Once I was out of that cage, he remarked about how different I looked, to
the last time he saw me. I said, I didn't remember seeing him before.
"No because you were having a nice sleep," he said packing up his gear to
leave.
Suddenly I thought, that night not long after I arrived and was put to
bed early. Master had visitors that night. I went to ask if he'd come
that night. But not another word was said to me. He put his things away
then took off, not even saying goodbye. Guess as a slave I'll have to
get used to that from superiors. I locked the garage and door into the
house then went down to the training room again. Wanted to try out my
cage without company this time, Yes it was real great, I could move
around better although I couldn't lie out straight. It was better than
being in a fetal position all night. Once finished my inspection, I
noticed a piece of paper on the bench, it had the size 90m/m x 1250m/m x
90m/m high and that it was for my Master. Didn't know whether to leave
it or take it out, well I didn't see any harm in taking it out, so I
did. Then locked up the training room behind me.

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Chapter 11 after Christmas, Till then hope you all have a great Christmas
and New Year.