Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 02:10:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New life for Timothy chapter 12  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. Any comments to Matthew at femboynz@yahoo.com

A new life for Timothy. Chapter 12.

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It was the Tuesday morning when Master came in to wake me, for what was
going to be a nervous sort of day for me. "Come on Pansy!, you should be
awake by now." I heard as Master pulled at my restrained wrists. Waking
me from a deep sleep, the duvet was also pulled off before I could even
open my eyes. The cold morning air sent a chill right through me. I tried
cuddling myself up in a ball, to no avail. Master just pushed me onto my
back, lifting the nighty, then feeling a wet nappy. "Oh baby's wet
herself again has she?" as his hand squeezed over the plastic panties.
Still half asleep I managed to say, "I'm sorry Master but I can't help
it lately." I knew better than to say it's because of that bottle I'm
made have last thing of a night. A big grin came on Masters face, as he
also knew why I wet myself each night, but said nothing. After releasing
my wrists, I knew to get straight out of bed, down kissing Masters feet
and like every other morning hoping to be told to lick somewhere else.
But that pleasure is only for when Master thinks I deserve it. This
morning isn't one of them, just a push with his foot, indicating to stop
and stand up.


After cleaning out and bathing, Master put me back into that torturous
belt again. I stayed just in that and bra till I had Master ready to
leave for work. At that time I got told, he'll be having a friend up for
dinner tonight at 6:30. Also I'm to made sure the `training room' is
clean. My heart sunk at that remark, but could only say "Yes Master, it
will be." After kissing his feet before he left, I went to dress in what
had been layed out for me. At least as I dressed in the pretty underwear,
putting on my makeup. That had me thinking of something else, rather than
what had been indicated by Master only minutes earlier. Only if I could
stay here dressing, thinking sissy thoughts, gently touching, admiring
the girl I'm looking at in the mirror. After putting on the soft blue
nylon dress with lovely 3/4 length puff sleeves. Then the white pinafore
over the top, one last look in the mirror at this pretty girl before me.
Reluctantly I had to get moving, with extra cleaning to do, time would be
of the essence. Consequently I kept thinking of tonight, am I to be
punished in front of some stranger. Even this early I felt nervous, all
those butterflies returned to my stomach.


Decided it would be best to get that room cleaned first, then it would be
out of the way and out of mind. Well no, it didn't work the way I hoped.
The nervous anticipation stayed with me all day, no matter how I tried
thinking of other things. As the afternoon drew on, the thoughts of being
humiliated in front of somebody else. As a slave, a feminized sissy one
at that began to excite me. So there it was from one extreme to the
other, butterflies in the stomach to fighting an erection under its
leather and steel encasement.


Master arrived home not long after 5pm. I still hadn't prepared the
dinner.
After welcoming Master in the normal way, I was sent to get their meal
ready. Then go redo my makeup and change into the clothes that were layed
out for me. I heard Master take his car out of the garage, but didn't
see him for a while. Till he came upstair, looking in on me. Saying to go
to his room when I'm dressed. Not long after I entered Masters room,
makeup redone, collar back on and wearing the padded Red satin`n'lace
bra, camisole and matching bloomer panties. Black stayup stockings, with
a red velvet bow attached to front of each, plus 2inch heeled black
shoes. After Masters inspection of my dressing and body. I then had to
dress Master in his black shirt with only the bottom three buttons done
up. So displaying his beautiful hairless chest to the World. Next it was
remove his underpants, which I couldn't help putting to my face. To
smell his sweaty male aroma from under his crotch and feel his warmth
still in them. Now it was on with his black satin trousers only!. Oh My
God! I'm going to see his penis twitching, hopefully standing before me
unrestrained by underwear. These trousers won't hide much that's for
sure, I was thinking as I closed the zipper, then the buckle of his thick
black belt. Master was watching as I undid and removed his lace up brown
business shoes, to replace them with black slip ons. Yes, because he knew
I'd want to hold his warm stockinged feet in my hands as long as
possible. Which I did, there was no remark made or I wasn't pushed away.
Seeing Master dressed like this, reminded me of when I first came to
Master. I got put to bed so early one night, as he was having visitors.
He wore these same black clothes that night. Must say he does look so
sexy in them. But can't help wondering what is in store for he tonight.
Knowing how I was ordered to clean the discipline room today. So I
plucked up the courage to ask if was to be punished in front of his
visitor later. Only to be told it's none of my business what is going to
happen to me.
"I'm sorry Master, I just couldn't help myself," I knew I was doing
wrong by asking. To my surprise Master pulled me to him, turning me
around with my back resting against his warm chest. I could feel his
chest pulsating with each breath he took. That made me feel even closer
to my Master. His arms came around giving me a nice hug, as he told me in
a quiet voice. He wants a friend to see his sissy slave who loves wearing
girls clothes.
"That's you isn't it?" Master asked while stroking my hair.
"Yes Master, it is I love wearing pretty clothes." I said softly but
proudly.
"See you even sound like a girl," he said before telling me "We're then
going to enjoy some time in the Dungeon. I'm sure you'd like that." was
all he said as his hands kept caressing over my front. This time down
over my restrained clit also. I couldn't help but take a deep breath as
I leaned my head back on Masters shoulder. Tried turning my head, just to
look at him. To indicate my approval for whatever he had in mind for me.
"Now go put your pinny on and finish the meal, time is getting on." I was
told, taking my mind away from pleasant thoughts, as I got sent off.


By the kitchen cloak it wasn't much after 6:30, when I heard a car come
up the drive and when straight into the garage. Hearing the car arrive
quickly brought the nervousness back to my stomach. At least the meal is
just about ready, so I wouldn't get flustered over that. Even thinking
like this now, made me realize how much more like a girl I'd become.
Should I go ask Master when he wants dinner served or should I just wait.
Decided the second thought to be best, knowing I have no rights to ask
questions of Master. Guess that to be a wise decision, as I could hear no
talking coming from the sitting room. Gathered they were making
pleasantries, so wouldn't want a slave walking in. But then a good 5 or
so minutes later I heard them greeting each other. As though the visitor
had just come in from his car. There was lots of soft talking and
laughter coming from them for awhile. Then I heard, BITCH!! Serve our
meal now. I just tensed up, knowing the time has come. I'm to walk in
carrying their meal, looking like a girl and this stranger, knowing I'm
just a sissy-slave. I took off the work pinny, replacing it with the
pretty white chiffon pinafore. That would also announce me as a
sissy-boy, by its bold wording. Checking myself in the mirror, I all of a
sudden got this horrible thought. What if I know him also, like I knew
Sir when he arrived. I just stood looking at a girl or maybe nothing,
just wondering, what if. I jumped out of those thoughts, as Master again
yelled. "What's the hold up Bitch!!!" Quickly I picked up the plates
walked towards the door. Taking a deep breath before opening it and
walking through with my head bowed. Not wanting to make eye contact, just
encase I knew him, as I did Sir. Only this time I think I'd die. Still
not looking up, I placed the meal in front of the visitor. Not a word was
said either way, but could feel his eyes scanning me all over. I quickly
turned and placing Masters meal in front of him then asking if there was
anything else he required. Hoping to just be sent back to the kitchen to
have mine.
"Yes go and put a couple of slices of that nice roll in your bowl, plus
any bits leftover and bring it back. You can eat with us to night."
Oh no! I thought to myself, how embarrassing this is going to be, in
front of someone I've never seen. Down on my knees eating dogie roll
from a dogs bowl, like an animal. But dressed in all pretty girly
underwear, well I am wearing a slave collar, guess that makes a
difference.


As I returned, still not wanting to look towards the visitor. I stood
before Master, who just told me to put my bowl down my his feet. I did
and went to kneel also, only to be asked, who said for me to get down.
"Get up and go over to let my friend have a good look at you."
I went back to stand beside Masters friend. Making sure to keep my hands
clasped in front of my panties and head bowed. In no time his hands were
caressing all over my body, slapping my hands and pulling them apart.
"Put them behind your neck," he ordered in a deep stern voice.
Just by his voice I knew he wasn't a person to disobey. So just as
quickly my hands went to my neck. His hand then went down under the top
of my panties, finishing up over the chastity belt. "It's good to see
you've got her under control like this," he said to Master.
"You know it did wear the ring, but it would still try to play with it's
self. So the belt is the best option for it," was Masters response.
Without a word, I was manhandled around to finish face to face with him.
At last I couldn't help but get a good look at him. Thankfully I didn't
know him, he's got dark hair with grey bits showing through, guess he'd
be early 40's. Wouldn't be much under 6ft and solid build, he's also
wearing a black open neck shirt showing a very hairy chest. His jeans
look like they've seen better days, if I may say. Just one look at his
face, you would know he's a dominant person. Where my Master, you would
never guess he was.


Two fingers either side of my panties and down they went, putting this
chastity belted sissy on full display. He looked straight into my eyes as
his strong hands fondled over my thighs. A finger was stroking at the
edge of the leather enclosure coursing discomfort under the belt. I just
had to close my eyes, the thought of someone touching clity would have it
trying to stand fighting against its restraint. Fortunately he didn't
push the finger in, instead pulled me side ways ordering me to bend over.
As I bended over he looked straight at my tattooed thigh.
"Oh you've got her branded already, very nice." he said to Master.
"Yes had that done just after putting its clit into a safety box," was
Masters reply, which coursed a laugh from them both.
After looking at and remarking about my virginal pussy. I just got pushed
back to Master, trying to pull my panties up at the same time.


Seeing Masters finger pointing to the floor beside him, I knew that's
where I'm to be. Kneeling before the bowl containing doggie roll and
leftovers, I looked up to Master waiting permission to eat. Instead I
watched as he took a mouthful from his plate, chewed it up fully before
regurgitating this sloppy mixture onto the palm of his hand. Then holding
it in front of my mouth telling me, "show my friend how you like your
Master feeding you." I could feel the colour changing rapidly to a bright
red in my face. I was happy to eat this food from Masters mouth. But to
do it in front of a stranger also, was very humiliating. To hear them
laughing and remarking on how I'm becoming a well trained animal. As I
continued licking off the contents from Masters hand, then wiping it
clean with a table napkin. This was the first of what was to become, a
humiliating feeding experience for me, whenever Master had his friends up
for a meal. With this little display of humiliating obedience training
out of the way. I was allowed to get down and use only fingers, as I ate
from my bowl.


While I was busy eating I could hear them talking about what they had in
mind for me in the "Dungeon" after. It seemed they had more in line for
me than just the normal whipping to get me into line as an obedient
slave. That I was becoming quiet scared, as I never though of being
tortured in any way. But this is what they seem to have in mind with hot
wax, even needles and ice cubes. Master was also asked how old I was. To
my surprise, Master said "It's just about 2 months old now."
"It's coming along rather well. Just think in a few more months, she'll
be a completely docile, obedient slave." Master was told.
Hearing them talk about my age made me think of about what the date is
now. As with all this new life over the last couple of months. I'm sure
I've missed my 20th birthday also. There wasn't time to think any more
about it, as I was just given there plates to lick clean. Then take
everything out to the kitchen and get straight back.


On my return I was shocked and hit with fear to see Master and his friend
standing there, both wearing a full length black robe with the hood over
there heads. Master beckoned me to him with an evil smile that I hadn't
seen on him before tonight. After hearing them talking earlier and the
fear now in me. I just fell to the floor at Masters feet, kissing them
and begged not to be taken and tortured. His foot just pushed my face
away, as I got told firmly, to stand up at once. In doing so I realized I
was looking at Master through watery eyes. His hand went under my chin as
he said. "It's not going to be that bad, don't be frightened, show us
what a brave girl you can be." with that he clipped a leash to my collar
and I was led out towards the "Dungeon".


Arriving at the door I could now smell burning incense coming from down
there. As the door opened I was pulled in, the door closed behind us. The
room was in darkness, except for a little red light glowing from
somewhere in the room. The nervous tension was beginning to get the
better of me. My whole body was shaking in fear, my stomach was in knots,
I had trouble taking the steps in my heels. But somehow I still knew I
could trust Master with my body. On reaching the last step I then noticed
the red light coming from the cage under the stairs. Masters friend, who
turned out to be another Master went and took a rope and cane of the
table before heading to the cage. All of a sudden these obscenities were
yelled from in there. I now realized there's another slave here to be
dealt with. Guess he's been in that cage since I heard the car arriving
at least an hour earlier. With a little relief, I realized it was this
slave they were talking about over their meal, not me.


"Shut up, you thieving bit of shit," his Master said sternly, while
prodding him with the cane through the cage bars. On opening the door,
the rope was attached to his collar. Then he was just pulled out, made
stand in front of both Masters, with me still leashed next to my Master.
This slave was about 25yrs old, a redhead with short back and sides hair
cut. Would be 5'8" tall I would say, with an average body, not all muscle
or slim like myself. Couldn't get a good look at his face, as his head
was bowed low. As he stood there naked, I scanned him over quickly. I
noticed he also was shaved around his genitals, with a circumcised cock
which was padlocked uncomfortably in a small mesh cage. The rest of his
body wasn't shaven at all. Now standing quietly before this Master, he
was told if he owned up straight away to his theft. For being honest
about it, he could made love to this girl. As I got pushed forward to be
standing right in his face. Lifting his eyes to look at me, he just said
very sarcastically. "I don't Fuck girls, I don't like girls, period."
Then with an evil look, spat in my face. Making me squeal and take a few
steps quickly back towards Master. As I went to wipe off his spit, my
hand got smacked away and told to leave it there. He never got punished
for doing it either. Possible because I'm nothing but a slave also.


Standing there nervously, hands tied behind his back, held firmly by the
rope leash on his collar. His interrogation now started. Being asked
about stealing some bread from a street stall. I realized now this was no
slave like myself. But a chap who enjoys the pain of being tortured,
humiliated.
Acting out different scenarios, like the one I'm about to witness. In
the olden days where stealing any small item, such as bread, from a
street stall would of meant years in jail if found guilty. So the best
way to get this prisoner to admit his guilt is for the jailers to torture
him.


Asked a couple of time of his guilt or innocense. He just shucked his
shoulders, saying "You've got your minds made up anyway." as he looked
his jailers straight in the eye. With that he got pulled over to the
table, his restrained wrists untied before being pushed onto the table.
Each arm pulled right back and the wrist tied securely. His legs parted
and placed in stirrups, tied and raised high of the table. Taking a key
from his pocket, his Master released the cage from his cock. In no time
it just stood straight out, I can just imagine the pain he was suffering,
now the relief of being free at last. This didn't go unnoticed by the
jailers as my Master just took hold and twisted it. Causing long deep
moans to come from the prisoner. I must say that slim circumcised cock
looked very inviting, my mouth was watering for it. I would say about 8"
long and dying to be sucked by a warm sissy mouth, well I was hoping.


My eyes opened wide and I took a quick gulp, as I watched his Master take
hold of and start pulling a butt plug from his arse. Those deep moans now
became more of a whine as this decent size plug was retracted from him. I
couldn't help giggling as he let out a loud smelly fart. Only to cause
me to get a hard slap across the back of my legs, followed by having my
face pushed to where the smell came from.
"OK. Bitch you think it's funny, now shove that nose right in there. We
know you like smelling shit, don't you Nancy?" Master said, as he hold
me there.
"Get that girl away from me!" the young prisoner yelled and tried to
wiggle his bottom to push me away. Only to be stopped, as the other
Master closed a wide belt across his stomach. So holding him firmly to
the table. With that I was pulled away from his arse. Given the plug to
take over to the bench and clean the smears of shit from it with
detergent and tissues. I couldn't help smelling around the brown streaks
as I walked over. I knew better than to put it near my tongue, as I felt
Master watching my every move. I then heard the Masters [or jailers]
questioning him about the theft, but getting no response. I turned
quickly, as the prisoners silence was broken with a soft scream. A weight
had been tied to and let drop from his ball sack. Now swinging freely in
front of the table between his raised outstretched legs.
"Ya can do whatever ya like, but I'm not saying anything. You only
arrest people to get your thrills by torturing them. So fuck ya all!"
"We'll have you talking soon, believe me." I heard my Master say.


This was beginning to get me excited, I wanted to watch more. So put down
the butt plug and quietly made my way back towards my Master. Just in
time to see him attach a clamp to each nipple, with what looked like a
good size fishing weight hanging from each. Pulling them uncomfortably
sideways, by the gritting of the prisoners teeth you could tell it was
hurting. Seeing his nipples stretched like this, I could almost feel the
pain, and had to let out a sigh of my own. Which didn't please either of
the jailers. So Master was asked to get rid of the bitch. I finished up
locked in the cage, looking out the best I could, to see what was
happening. I noticed Master smear grease on this egg shape thing at the
end of a rod. Then push it up the prisoners arsehole. Yes, it was a long
vibrating prob, that seemed to get pushed in a long way, then retacked
some before going up again. Master played it in there for some time. At
the same time the other Jailer was using the candle wax over his body,
even on the sensitive cock head. Tied down as he was, he still seemed to
be able to jerk some, as another dropping of wax fell, burning another
part of his tormented body. Making another scream come out, you could
tell it was a scream more of pleasure than absolute agony. All this time
his penis still stood erect, I'm sure there would of been pre cum
dripping from its slit also.


Listening and trying to see as much as I could was having its affect on
my restrained clit also. I would stroke slowly over the leather
encasement even though it was painful, it excited me. Knowing there was
another chap being tortured in front of me. Then I watched as Master
removed the anal prob at last, only to fill him with ice-cubes, causing
louder screams to come. Plus I think he must of tried squeezing his butt
closed, as Master just slapped his cheeks hard before pulling them apart.
Again he was asked if he wanted to confess.
"FUCK YOU ALL!!" was his only response.
With that he was released from the table, only to get tied up by the
wrist on the pulley-bar. His arms about two feet apart, his feet hardly
touching the ground. As Master removed the weight from his ball sack, the
other did the same quickly to his nipple clamps. Causing painful screams
of agony from the prisoner. Even louder screams and I'm sure tears came
as the nipples were roughly massaged and squeezed as the blood made its
way back into them. All this caused the melting ice to slowly leak,
trickle down his legs.


Showing no mercy to the sobbing prisoner, an ankle strap was buckled
around his left ankle. Seeing that the prisoner must of known what was to
happen, as he quietly said "please not that."
"Are you ready to confess now then," my Master asked him.
"I'll never confess to anything, you bastards."
With that a rope got tied to its D-ring, the other end went up over the
pulley-bar. I watched with open eyes and mouth, as slowly the left leg
was raised up a good foot from the floor and out leaving his genitals
exposed and vulnerable. Leaving the poor boy barely standing on one foot.
You could see the strain in his face, on his arms, as he stood helpless,
waiting for what next.


The other hooded jailer came in front of him, running the four stranded
leather flogging strap through his hand. Letting the prisoner get a good
close look at what is about to be played over his now tort back. I
noticed him take a deep breath, close his eyes and lower his head. Again
he got asked if he had anything to say. Again he just shook his head and
softly said, No. With that his punishment was about to begin, WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! Three quick firm blows. The boys head went from side to
side and back, but not a sound could be heard from between those clamped
lips. I did notice now he was trying to stand more on his toes, trying to
relieve the pressure from his arms. Suddenly, WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! It
was at least a dozen hard painful burning blows he received. Which now
caused deep down moans, then a little sobbing to come. Followed by a
sudden gush of water from his arsehole running down his legs. Seems all
that ice had now melted, and there he was standing in it all.
"Oh!! Look what you've done," my Master said to him "Something for you
to lick up later, isn't it."
The boy just looked at Master and closed his eyes again. But, then as
Master took hold of and started to stroke is semi erect penis. His eyes
opened again, his head went backwards, you could almost hear the blood
rushing back into that cock as it quickly came to stand at full mast
again. With his thoughts now on the pleasure Master was showing him. He
didn't notice the flogging strap being changed for the wide wooden
paddle. Quickly he came back to reality, as the paddle struck firmly at
the inner thigh of his right exposed leg. Just as quickly his head fell
forward as a very painful scream came from deep down in the prisoners
throat. He had hardly stopped, as again the paddle landed twice more.
this time leaving its burning red markings across the white flesh of his
arse cheeks. After more painful screams came out. His jailer took a large
square scarf, rolled it up diagonally, knotting it in the centre. His
mouth was forced open as the knot got pushed in, the ends were then tied
firmly behind his head. Squeezing and twisting firmly on his nipples,
Master kept asking if he enjoyed that. Unable to speak because of the
gag, he got slapped around the body and told to speak up. Which gave them
great amusement as he tried. With that Master said "Good this will keep
you quiet for awhile." then slapped him hard over the stomach.


You could see the relief on his face as Master released his left leg,
letting it fall to the floor. But the way he tried to stand on it, made
me think the blood was also busy rushing back into it. Giving him those
`pins and needles' feeling. In his position, he just had to suffer it,
unable to touch it or move around. Plus his jailers were showing no mercy
towards his uncomfortable state.


As the prisoner stood trying to get life back into his legs and take some
of the strain from his whole body. Master came over, unlocked the cage
and pulled me out, just like you would an animal. Pulling upwards on the
leash, I knew to stand, as I got led over to the prisoner and the other
jailer.
"OK. Bitch." the other jailer said as he now took my leash. "Get behind
this thief and work those girly hands over his body. He loves having
girls playing with him."
Yes, I was looking forward to this also. Unfortunately the prisoner
wasn't at all keen, as he kept moving around or pushing at me, trying to
get away. Also kept trying to say something through his gagged mouth.
What I did get to feel, I rather liked, even got to kiss his shoulder
blades. The smell from his pits was strong and very intoxicating. Oh! How
I wish I could of been left to lick them clean. My hands ran gently and
slowly down his sides, till I was able to put my left hand in front,
holding him close. Still fighting my presence, I took a firm hold of his
semi erect cock. At the same time braking off some of the wax that had
been dripped over his penis and balls. It felt just so good, as I could
feel life returning to it in my hand. Being so close to him, I could make
out his words as he kept trying to say, "Fuck off you filthy slut." and
tried to pull away from me. This pleased me greatly, as I'm sure he
thought I was a real girl. Only if he could of seen what was happening
under my chastity belt. He would soon know different. Just having hold of
his cock was also making my heart beat faster.


I noticed Master and his friend were also enjoying the show. But it soon
came to an end, as I got pulled away and made stand in front.
"Now do a nice sexy strip for us all, I'm sure he'll love to smell your
pretty panties." Master said, before adding. "If it's not satisfactory,
You'll be punished also."
Those remarks scared me a little as I've never done a sexy strip before,
or even seen one. I stood looking and feeling somewhat embarrassed, when
I again got the word from Master to, `get moving.' Slowly I started by
removing each shoe, followed by my stockings in what I hoped was a
seductive fashion. Then came the ribbon from my hair, as I pulled it
apart in each hand. Holding the ribbon as I bent down picking up the
stockings. My eyes on the prisoner the whole time. Then stepping closer
to him I slowly ran them over his still erect penis, before place them
over his shoulders. As he closed his eyes and to see the twitching of his
cock, I sensed he did enjoy the touch of my nylon stocking on his
manhood. Also I couldn't help noticing the many burn marks from the hot
wax treatment he had not long before endured.


Stepping back, I blow him a kiss before turning my back to him. I'm also
sure had he not been gagged he would of spat at me again, by the look I
got. Gently I put my thumb and forefinger under the waist band of my
panties, at either side. Slowly and suggestively I guided my pretty red
satin panties lower. Suddenly I remembered the marking on my left rump,
so turned slightly so he couldn't read it. Or my turning wasn't noticed
by Master. Bending to pick up my panties I held them in front of the
chastity belt as I stood. Looking over my shoulder before turning, then
walking towards the still restrained prisoner. With panties covering my
leather enclosure, I stood close as possible, looking straight into his
eyes. At the same time I moved the panties on to his ridged cock. You
could hear him give a deep sigh, as he closed his eyes and dropped his
head. As the beautiful satin panties touched his throbbing manhood. I
held them around, encasing his rod, just as I like doing to myself. In a
way I was surprised that he didn't try pushing me away this time. After
a while I gently started caressing them up over his stomach, his chest,
over each nipple, till I came to his lips and nostrils. He couldn't kiss
them, put no doubt could smell the aroma from my sissy body. Before
stepping back to continue my strip, I noticed he was dripping from his
piss slit. So I happily hung the panties over his leaking stiff rod.


I stood back a good couple of metres from him, caressing myself over my
dainty little camisole. It felt so sexy, I felt so much a girl, so very
feminine doing this in front of him. But I was also thinking, how am I
going to remove the camisole without my bra padding being exposed. The
only way was to again turn my back to him. Then slowly walk back and
behind the prisoner holding the camisole up over my bra coved breast.
Before placing it around his neck, I'd play it soothingly over his well
marked sore back. But as I turned and about to step forward, Master had
other ideas.
"Just stop there girl," I was ordered. I went to look to Master, but he
was now standing behind me unfastening my bra. To my horror, that was
followed my the unlocking and removing of the chastity belt. Then the
pulling apart of my arms, as I still clucked hold of the camisole. I
stood frozen to the spot, looking down as the remains of this feminine
Girl fell to the floor before me. I could feel my face going many shades
of red with embarrassment. I didn't know what to do but stand and look
towards this prisoner tied up in front of me. The one I was in a way
taking delight in playing the girl with. Not just a sissy-boy slave who
loved wearing pretty feminine clothes. As my eyes focussed on his face,
you could tell by the smirk on his face, he was thinking. "You have been
sprung Bitch."


Not a word was being said as the other Master came to take a close look
at my deflating sissy-clit. Taking it between his fingers, pulling back
the skin to expose my now, little nob.
"Doesn't it want to stand up for me," he asked, still lightly stroking
the skin back and forth over the gland head. "That's better bitch." As
slowly it started growing in size to his satisfaction. All this time my
hands just hung at my sides, still holding the camisole. Not knowing
which way to look, I just lowered my head in the normal submissive manner
of a slave. Life had returned to my clit, as it now stood proudly for all
to see. His warm hand then fully encircled it, squeezing gently, getting
me further aroused. My eyes closed, my breathing was getting long and
deep, my thoughts now on the pulsating pleasure of the little thing
between my legs.
But as I have become well aware, a slave never gets pleasure without
first getting the pain.


Without warning, that warm gentle hand stroking over my clit, suddenly,
squeezed firmly around my balls. Causing me to scream out, go weak at the
knees, that I fell to the floor in one small agonizing ball. Lying there
now beside the bra, breast pads, chastity belt and camisole. I lay there
like the used sissy-slave that I am. With a couple of fingers under my
collar helped pull me back to my feet.


I noticed my Master had slackened of the pulley holding the prisoners
arms up and apart. Then realized what was about to happen, as I finished
up standing face to face with this prisoner. Also standing in the turd
smelling wetness that he had made earlier. The stockings, ribbon and
panties had been removed from him. He was still restrained and gagged,
looking me straight in the eyes through his watery eyes. I could see were
the odd tear had run down his cheeks. As I stood looking straight into
his face, trying not to make eye contact. I could feel the heat of his
breath, which began to excite me somewhat. Only to be distracted by each
wrist having there wide leather straps buckled on. A small chain was
clipped onto each D ring before my arms were raised and connected to the
pulley also. There I was now in the same position facing this prisoner.
So close I could feel his erect penis poking just above mine, which was
still soft.


Before the slack was taken up on the pulley, my Master shoved this boys
stiff cock into a bag of ice cubes. Holding it there much to the
displeasure and agony of the prisoner. It didn't take long till that
proud piece of boy meat had lost a lot of its firmness. While this was
happening I was having a narrow length of cord tried around the base of
my shaft and ball sack. The other end was then tied in the same way
around the prisoners balls. There we were now connected any movement from
either of us would pull at the other. But they hadn't finished yet. It
was our nipples to receive the same treatment. Two sets of nipple clamps
went from his nipples to mine. So there we stood firmly and painfully
connected. Which showed more so as the pulley raised us, till our feet
were just touching the floor. I couldn't help whimpering, as the pull of
each others movement reacted on each newly restrained part of my body.


The other jailer took my chin in his hand turning my head towards him.
"Now you can feel a little of this thefts punishment as a reminder."
I knew not to say a word or it would be me getting it. It was my Master
who now held the leather strap and began playing it firmly over his back.
Each stroke caused the prisoner to jerk or move violently. In turn caused
me to get pulled via the nipples and ball restraint. As I couldn't stay
close I could only moan, then scream out with the pain I had to endure.
My eyes were so watered up I could hardly see the boy right in front of
me. But could hear his gaged screams, even felt his head a couple of
times as it jerked forward hitting mine. I could feel the warmth of the
tears running down my cheeks. But there was no let up, as his backside
was now the target for the strap. Causing even greater movement of the
boys lower body. In turn I felt my little marbles were about to be pulled
out. I couldn't help screaming louder as these three parts of my body
were about to get ripped off, I was sure. To deaden my screams, I also
got another scarf pushed into my mouth and tied tightly behind my neck.


By that I realized this poor boys punishment wasn't about to end soon. A
hand took a good grip of my hair pulled my head back. I wasn't sure
which hooded Jailer it was through my blurry eyes. Then realized it
wasn't my Master, as he said "Now this should keep a sissy bitch quiet
for a while." With that my head was just pushed forward again. I tensed
my body close to the boy as I waited for his punishment to continue. My
eyes closed as I quietly sobbed under the bitting pain of the nipple
clamps. Thinking they'll never be the same again. All of a sudden that
leather flogging strap landed a vicious blow just below my shoulder
blades. I didn't even have time to react before it struck further
burning blows across my back. About four more times at least, I think it
could of been. It was my twisting and pushing that caused great
discomfort to the nipples and cock of this boy attached to me.


Master was to show some mercy towards me. As the other jailer must of
taken up the cane to use on my backside. I heard Master saying not to use
that. As it hasn't been caned yet and I'd rather get it used to it
first. Even though I was suffering so much already, I felt grateful not
to be receiving my first caning here and now. Instead the wooden paddle
suddenly started heating up my rear-end. I began to wonder, what would of
been worse, this paddle or receiving my first caning. I could feel the
heat, I felt my back was on fire. As I sobbed silently through my gag.
With my thoughts on my own suffering. I didn't notice at the same time
the prisoner I was attached to, was receiving the cane across his
backside. Till I had dropped my head on his shoulder sobbing. Then
noticed he was in the same predicament and sobbing. With us both in
tears, beaten our jailers knew we had taken our lot. #
The slacking of the pulley came as a great relief, relieving the pressure
from our arms, our legs also. Unfortunately there was greater agony to
come as our genitals were separated. Only to finish up, back in our
respective enclosures. Mine covered by the chastity belt, the prisoners
cock n balls forced back into its little steal mesh cage and locked up.
Next came the most agonizing, torturous part of the night. Yes, the slow
removing of those nipple clamps. I don't know why I tried pulling away
as they were being removed. Yes they were hurting, but I wanted them off
painlessly I think. My little titties had never felt so sore ever before.
I thought they'd never be able to get erect or sensitive ever again.
Then to think, it's the second time tonight this poor boy had been
subject to them. He must be feeling worse than I am, as we were both in
tears.


Our wrists were released from there leather bonds. Allowing us to both
fall to the floor resting our beaten, bruised bodies. As we lay there I
felt the boys hand start circling over my side, then stroking my arm
tenderly. I looked at him not quite knowing what to do. His blurry eyes
also on mine, as he continued stroking my arm. I knew by his look, he was
wanting to do more. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, so I
could see him clearer. Just looking at him got me aroused, I went to
touch him. But first had a quick look to see if Master was watching. Of
cause they both were standing over us watching everything. I then thought
better of it, so pulled my hand back, knowing my body is just for Masters
pleasure. I didn't move away from the boy, so I could at least have the
pleasure of his touching. Still looking eye to eye, I noticed him getting
closer to me, his leg now touching mine. God! what am I going to do, I
want to reciprocate in kind. I felt happy now, after what he'd called me
earlier. Now he knows I'm a boy also, OK. A sissy one. Not able to hold
myself back any longer from just touching him. Using my fingers


We could hear the Masters laughing at us lying before them. Both of us
wanting to at least embrace. But me being a slave was to scared to move
in fear of another whipping. Then I heard Master say, "Go on let's see
you make love to a sissy-slave." It didn't take another word and there
we were our hands feeling over each other. Our bodies lying there as one,
our facies also together. I could feel the tears from his eyes, the snot
from his runny noise after crying. He must of felt the same from me, as
we were in the same position. I knew I didn't care and don't think he
did, as our hands, legs were going everywhere, exploring over each others
body. Only if we could kiss, tongue each other also. Even more so, as I
noticed the hairs under his armpits glitter with his sweat. Oh! how I
would love to be licking them clean. The smell of his sweat made me push
my face right under there, just to savour what I can't lick off. But we
were doing this still gagged and about to lose even more freedom. Our
legs were pulled from each other, both of us locked in leather ankle
straps with a short hobble chains between each leg. Now unable to wrap
our legs around or between each other. One felt just so restricted like
this, our bodies together, just our hands able to stimulate, caress the
other sexually hot body. My clit was fighting hard under its leather
encasement for freedom. By looking and touching the boys caged up penis,
he was suffering the same agonizing pressure. I went to ask him through
my gagged mouth, how it was, as he seemed to be in pain down there
fighting against that steel mesh cage. But with a solid blow from Masters
strap and him saying, "You're not there to talk, just to make love."
Until that blow, the pain in my body, the soreness of my nipples seemed
to of been sensitised, completely overtaken my the pleasure of being so
sexually close to this prisoner.


With that we were pulled apart again, this time folded scarfs went over
our eyes to be tied firmly behind our heads. Now also unable to look at
one another, or see anything for that matter. We got a warning not to
lose our blindfolds or the punishment would start all over again. We must
of been moved further apart than I thought. As there we were hands out
feeling around as we tried finding each other again. It was a strange
feeling lying there on the floor so restricted, just able to caress each
others body. Knowing we were being watched, talked about, laughed at, as
we enjoyed each others body the best way we were allowed. I felt his
fingers going between my cheeks, trying to force there way into my
virginal boy-pussy. Seems like Master wouldn't let him, as I felt a foot
pushing his hand away. Next he was lying on top of me, his tortured penis
was still able to spill pre cum. Lying over my stomach I could feel the
wetness of it all, as he pressed himself into me. I don't know if I was
also dripping, because the tightness of the chastity belt against my
swollen, numb boy-clit.
Our time of pleasure was suddenly extinguished, as once again we were
pulled apart. The ankle-straps came off, we were told to stand up with
feet apart, fingers locked behind our necks. It was more awkward than I
thought it would be, each movement I felt the marks from the whipping,
the pulling of the chastity belt. I've never felt sharp twitches in my
nipples before as I've move around, until now. Plus the blindfold and
gag made you lose all sense of direction, just the point of not being
able to see. Once standing, we were closer than I thought, as when I went
to put my hands behind my neck. I knocked the prisoners head with my
elbow, putting my hand out to feel how close I was to him. I just got
yelled at by the other Master, not to touch him, that I've had my
pleasure for the night. So I just locked my fingers behind me and waited
with head also bowed.


Light at last, as the blindfolds came off. I saw the prisoner go to wipe
his eyes. I went to follow suite only to be told, "No one told you to
move a muscle, Girly." I noticed a big grin go across the prisoners face,
as he looked at me. Hearing me being called `Girly' plus knowing I'm
only a slave with no rights to do anything without permission from
Master. The prisoner showed his superiority to me again as the gags were
removed. As his gag was pulled out, he worked the muscles of his jaws
freely. While looking at me, he put his hands up to rub either side of
his jaws. Then put his hands back behind his neck. Not a word had been
said to him about moving. I on the other hand wasn't allowed to even
open my mouth, just stand there with bowed head, awaiting orders.


But I was about to see this now cocky prisoner bought down a little. As
he was ordered to kneel, kiss around the Masters crotch. Then lower the
zip and take out his cock. There was an air of excitement come over his
face. With the thought of sucking his Masters cock dry in front of me, at
least. His Master told me I could watch. I raised my head so as to watch
this prisoner suck off his Jailer. No that wasn't the plan, and to the
surprise look of the prisoners face. He just had to kneel looking up to
his jailer and wait. He knew what was about to happen and started getting
that embarrassed, humiliated look. His face went many shades of deep red,
as he knelt waiting. Yes! It was now happening, a steady stream of hot
urine came streaming from the Masters penis, landing in the boys hair.
Just as quickly he closed his eyes and mouth, waiting for the hot golden
fluid to cascade down over his face, his chest, his stomach. He mustn't
like the tasted or something. Because at no time did he or was he ordered
to open his mouth to savour the goodness. After about a minute the flow
had finished, one final shake of his prick before putting it away. Still
kneeling completely covered in his Jailers urine. He opened his eyes
quickly looking my way then back towards the floor. A hand went to cover
his caged cock, gather the wetness and smell of the piss was getting him
aroused. Even knowing, he couldn't stroke himself.


It was to good to be true for me also. As Master sent me over to get one
of my `Nappies' from the cupboard to wipe up the mess on the floor. I
was just about to kneel when Master said to the prisoner, "Stand up and
let it wipe your legs dry first." That humiliated look he had a few
minutes earlier, while being used as a urinal. Now showed a look of
someone far superior to the slave. Now on my knees, wiping dry his legs,
just as I finished. He said, "Now you can wipe between my toes." I looked
to Master, who just confirmed the prisoner wish. While wiping them, I was
wishing he had asked me to lick them clean for him, my mouth would of
been there in a shot. Once satisfied he stepped away from me. Watching
with the Masters as I now went about wiping all the smelling mess of the
floor. The point of using a nappy, one of my nappies, didn't go
unnoticed my him either. When he said to Master, "Does she wear nappies
also." It was my turn to go red now, hearing Master say. "Yes to bed most
nights with its bottle." It was so humiliating hearing Master say it,
then hearing the prisoner laughing while looking at me. Then said, "A
sissy baby slave." I felt like saying, "Yes I am and proud to be one."
but knew better than to say a word. Once I'd finished cleaning up the
mess, I looked around to see where to put the wet nappy. When Master said
to just leave it on the floor with your underwear and the scarfs. "You
can wash them all in the morning, before giving this room a thorough
cleaning."
I couldn't help noticing the smug grin on the prisoner face, as I looked
up to Master. Bet he was thinking how he wished he was here to made sure
I did it properly also.


It was now I watched his Master get the butt plug from the bench, come
over dropping spittle on it. Getting the prisoner by the neck and just
pushed him over, so his head rested on the table he'd been secured to
earlier. Kicking his feet apart, telling him to pull his cheeks apart so
we can all see his fuckhole. Without another word the plug just got
pushed straight in. Causing a long deep groans from the prisoner, not
ones of agony. No, much more of pleasure, the enjoyment of having
something being worked up there. Even when the Master pushed his fist
into it, you could tell by his movement he was enjoying it.


Master now put my leash back on as we were leaving the dungeon. The
lights turned off, the door locked behind us. As we stood at the garage
door, Master gave a downward tug on my leash. An indication for me to get
on my knees. "Now what do you have to say," Master asked me. I bowed my
head as I said, "Thank you Sir for coming and for helping Master punish
me." There was no response to what I had just said. I remained kneeling
as the garage door was opened, the prisoner went in and came back with a
pair of track pants and a thick woolen jersey to put on. I noticed it was
a small Van they had. Once dressed, he thanked Master for helping with
his punishment. Saying how he really needed it, and hoped it wouldn't be
as long until the next visit. Which left me wondering `how long has it
been' since his last tortuous whipping. At least I know now I'm not the
only one that needs to be punished. But he isn't a slave like I am.
Master said, how he enjoys working him over, hearing his sobbing and
screaming out. As he was getting in the back of the van. His Master said,
"I'm going to fuck that arse real good n hard when I get him home." I
wonder if he'll have a shower first, as the smell of urine is quite
strong already. Now to have those thick clothes covering that smell. I
don't think my Master would like that. But I did wish that he was going
to get fucked here. I would of loved to watch him having that mans cock
pushed up his boy-pussy. After closing and locking the door behind him.
The Masters embraced with a kiss, saying there farewells. Not a word had
been said to me by either the prisoner or the Master, as they were
leaving. It was like I wasn't even there, as I continued kneeling before
them all. I was never introduced to either the Master nor his submissive
friend.


After they drove off, Master sent me to clean off my make up. While he
put his car back in the garage and locked up. Looking at myself in the
mirror I didn't realize I looked such a mess, after the night
activities. I hadn't quite finished cleaning up when Master arrived,
telling me to hurry up, then go to his room. As I entered Masters room he
was sitting in his armchair waiting for me. He pointed his finger
indicating me to keel before him. Straight away taking my nipples between
his fingers and squeezing them, asking how they were feeling now.
Fortunately most of the pain had gone, but were still sore. Satisfied
that they were still sore, plus a little different in colour, like
blueish. I now had the pleasure of undressing Master ready for bed. Asked
if I had been to the toilet before he removed my chastity belt.
"Yes Master I have been."
"Now go and wipe yourself clean, and bring the baby powder back with
you."
When I returned, Master was comfortably in bed. Pointed to my nighty on
the chair, telling me to put it on then kneel while he removed my collar
for the night. I stood then holding the can of baby powder waiting to
have it put on. But no, I was just told to get in beside him. I couldn't
get in beside Master fast enough, after putting the can on his
night-stand. Master turned away, offering me just his back. I didn't
care at least it's a nice back and it's my Masters. As I've done
before, I got as close as possible to him stroking his arm and back with
my fingertips. Breathing in his wonderful male aroma, plus feeling his
heartbeat on my face. I couldn't resist putting my lips on him, kissing
lightly between his shoulder blades. I was getting quite aroused, just
being there doing this. I think Master was getting aroused also, as he
lay still. Sure I noticed his strong sexual odour develop, as his
breathing got deeper. All the time he didn't say a word, but let me have
this divine pleasure of just being so close and able to touch him.


The next thing he took my hand pulled it down in front of him, placing it
over his hot piece of maleness. Oh my God, I just whimpered a little with
the excitement of having my hand over his precious penis. I wished it
could stay there forever. My own erect clitty seemed to stand even
firmer.
"Come in front, get down and work that mouth of your over it." Master
said.
"I want to feel your tonsils as you take it down your sissy throat,
understand."
"Oh yes Master, I feel honoured to have your cock in me Master."
I got down working my mouth, my tongue over the length of his penis. My
tongue went straight under Masters foreskin, licking around enjoying the
taste that had developed over the day. Pushing the skin down with my
mouth, I began kissing and licking over his purple gland head. Slowly
sliding my wet mouth down his rod of steel, till I could feel it touch my
throat. Then nibbling gently on his sausage as I slowly withdrew, making
sure to kiss its deep purple head like it's the most precious thing on
Earth. Down taking his cherries in my mouth, sucking on the big things
the best I could. Somehow I knew there was a lot of hot creamy juice in
there waiting to be shot out. Hopefully down my wantoned throat. Licking
back up his ridged shaft, opening my mouth to let his penis slid deep
down. Till I felt his hot nob going where Master wanted it, down my
throat. With his hands holding my head firmly down, I could do nothing
but suck the best I could. Losing the right to breath, I started gagging,
even panicking, till Master released his grip. Once taken in air, I just
went straight back down over Master. Sucking him as deeply as before,
wanting nothing else but to be fulled with all Masters delicious manly
spunk.


Realizing I wasn't going to do anything but stay down over his hot
throbbing instrument. Master now left one hand lightly resting, stroking
on my head, while the other caressed over my pretty satin nighty covered
body. It made me feel so good, also hearing him saying these sexy things
to me. Telling me how he liked fucking my hot sissy mouth, that this is
all I'm good for. That I'm just a fuchen pansy and he's going to see
that everyone knows it. As I continued sucking and trying to hear these
degrading things he kept calling me. How I'm just a bit of feminized
shit to be used to suck cock and eat shit!. The more aroused I became, I
know Master was dripping pre cum into me. I also felt I was dripping my
own under the nighty. With my hand feeling over Masters balls, I noticed
them become tighter, his cock also seemed to expand in my mouth. Both
hands then went back over my head, his breathing got faster, deep long
groans, as he pushed his thick hot throbbing rod of manliness deep down
my throat. I could feel his balls almost in my mouth also, as he pumped
at me. I got pushed me over on my side, as he rolled over, wanting to
just fuck my face the best he could. Now take all this you fucken cock
loving pansy. I felt the pulsating of his thick penis as he now pushed
deeper into me. His breathing and moans were long and heavy. With a firm
grip of my hair, I was held, while shot after shot of Masters creamy hot
spunk was fed straight down my inner tubes to my stomach. His cock being
so far down my throat, I was unable to savour Masters delicacy. As he
pulled out a little, I then got a small taste of those last few droppings
on the back of my tongue. At least I had Masters sperm inside of me,
which I am grateful for.


Lying back resting, Masters eyes were closed as his fingers squeezing
that last drop of cum out from his now deflated cock. I couldn't help
watching it drip out, wanting to suck it of as Master wiped his finger
over it. Still with eyes closed he said, "lick that off bitch." I grabbed
at his hand that fast, you would of thought there wasn't a second to
spare or it would all be gone forever. I thanked him for it and for
feeding me his cum juice. We both then just lay there, not a word was
said. I found myself cuddled into Master chest, like a baby wanting the
warmth and security from its Daddy. I was still rampantly hard between my
legs. I know Master must of felt it as I cuddled so close to him in hope
of some relief. It seemed an age before Master spoke [well it seemed like
it anyway the state I was in] "Now lie on your back and lift up your
nighty." As I obeyed, Master took the can of baby powder, rolled over
then proceeded to sprinkle it all over my crutch area. I felt so sad
thinking I'm just going to be nappied and left for the night, without
any relief for what Master was looking at. I even felt worse as the
powder got sprinkled over my clit. That feels wonderful at the best of
times. But the coolness of the powder on my hot throbbing clit right now,
was almost unbearable. As I looked down to see the glitter of pre-cum
seeping from the piss slit. I looked to Master with a pleading look,
wanting to ask if I can have my sissy juice release. Even the smell of
the baby powder gets me, which I find very sexual now, didn't help
matters. I wanted to touch myself, to ask Master to please just a few
strokes and I knew I'd explode. But I know better than to ask for
anything, my body is Masters and just for his pleasure.


The nighty was then dropped back over my legs, with a warning. "Don't
you even think of touching that thing, or I'll have it cut off for good.
Do you understand me?"
"Yes I do Master," I said with a bit of a whimper, I was feeling so full
since its been a long time since I last got juiced.
Master then pulled the covers up over us saying "Cuddle into me, that way
you can't do anything."
Oh! Wonderful, at least I'm spending the night in Masters bed. I cuddled
in under his armpits smelling that sweaty odora from the days activities.
I could hear and feel his strong heart beat, the movement of his chest
with each breath. Just the pleasure of all this made me satisfied.


As I lay waiting for sleep to overtake me, I kept thinking of the
prisoner boy. Possible now having his arse fucked long and hard. I was
wondering what it would be like, if it'll ever happen to me. Guess I'll
never know, a virgin slave Bitch forever I suppose. I put my left arm
over Masters side for comfort. To then feel him pull me closer to him,
stroking me over the back of my head and back. That felt so loving and
beautiful, I closed my eyes trying to think of nothing else except the
pleasure of being a slave to my Master. The next thing Master was
squeezing my nipples to wake me. I must of had a good night sleep, as
when I woke I was lying almost the same way, under his armpit and happy.


Looking up, I said. "Good morning Master, did you have a good night
sleep?"
"Yes I did, and it seems like you did also,"
"Yes, it must of been that medicine you gave me," looking at him giggling
with a big grin.
"Roll onto your back," he said. As I did, my nighty got pulled up. "Good
girl you didn't squirt anything. Now for being good, what would you
like. Me to empty that, to get all that girly goo out of you. Or would
you rather get down and lick my feet and arse clean?" Master just looked
at me, waiting.
"Please would you empty me out first Master, then can I lick you REALLY
nice and clean in the bathroom. That way I'll have the taste of you in
my mouth all day." I said hopefully in a pleading tone.
"But I've offered you one of two choices, now you want both?" Was Master
response.
I didn't know what to say, as my cherry bag is so painfully full. Yet I
so much love and want to lick Master clean. Plus I'm a slave to Master
and his needs must come first. I decided I could possible hang on a bit
longer. Maybe it might even just overflow my its self. Like when I used
to have wet dreams. So told Master I'd like to lick him clean more than
anything.
"That's good, you're learning what is most important for a slave." he
said,
"For that I want you to take your nighty off, then put the pillow under
your arse, with hands behind your head."
I did as I was told, then to my delight. Master took my erect clitty
between his thumb and forefingers, pulling the skin downwards. Exposing
the nob to the cool morning air, at the same time lightly massaging over
my cherry bag. I was so full of cream that it hurt a little, but knew
better than to let it be known. Lying there with eyes close, savouring
the gentle touch of Masters hands.


I felt his warm spittle land atop my still exposed nob, in turn the hand
started its slow up and downwards motion. After only a few strokes I was
beginning to think I couldn't last much longer before squirting my sissy
juice. I was wanting so much to touch my nipples or any part of my girly
body, as my breathing got faster. Gentle little moans were coming from
deep down, as I could now feel Master squeezing my still sore nipples.
Those moans now had little sissy squeals mixed between them, as his
fingers continued playing on my nipples.
"Open your eyes Pansy," as I did Master told me to let him know when I
was near shooting. I watched as he lent over me, his hand holding my clit
straight up as though he wanted to look down the piss slit. But instead
he just brought up a big thick greenie letting it drop from his mouth
right on top of my hot gland head.
"OH God Master!" was all I could say. It felt so lovely as it slid down
for Master to wipe around my shaft with his finger. The feel of his thick
droppings seemed to make my shaft stand with even more pride. I was so
sexually aroused, I couldn't stop myself from asking for more. I was
wanting anything that came from Masters body down coating my sissy clit.
The more I wanted it, the closer I seemed to get to a climax. I could
feel my sissy goo starting to made its short trip from my balls along
this hot throbbing shaft. I couldn't keep my body still, my legs started
to jerk uncontrollable. Suddenly I remembered to say, "Master I coming."
with that his hand left my clit. Kneeling up he took hold each leg,
pulled me down a bit. "Now put your hands behind your legs and pull
yourself up." At the same time Master pushed me back so I was now lying
more or less on my neck. My soon to explode clity looking straight at my
face, inches from my mouth. I was looking straight up its deep purple
little piss slit, waiting. Masters head was now between my pulled up
legs.
"Open that mouth wide and keep it open," was all he said. With only a few
more strokes, I suddenly gave a long groaned then could only squealed
out. As the way I lay that all I could manage. I could feel myself
forcing against Master, as my sissy goo came shooting out with great
gusto. At long last, hot girly juice found my open mouth, with some
coating my face, my eyes. I just seemed to keep squirting, my mouth was
full, my face felt like it was completely covered also. Guess after so
long, I should of have a decent supply in there. Master didn't release
me till that last drop had been extracted via his squeezing fingers. Some
had found its way down my throat, but my open mouth was still full of my
own sissy goo. At long last Master let my legs fall and watched as he
told me I could now savour juice. I must say it really felt good and hot
coming straight from its source into my waiting mouth. Using my fingers I
quickly wiped what had landed over my face into my mouth making sure to
lick them clean.


I lay weak, exhausted, but pleasantly happy that Master at last has let
me empty out that little cherry sac. I thanked him so much for doing it
for me and giving it to me in such a way. All he said was, "Next time it
might be your own piss I make you drink like that. Would you enjoy that?"
Being milked this way, now the thought of drinking my own urine in the
same way. Seemed just so erotic, I really hoped Master meant it, as I
said "Yes I would love that very much Master," without hesitation.
"Good, now get up and into the bathroom," I was ordered.


I knelt there naked with head bowed, hands behind my neck, waiting my
Masters arrival. Still savouring the taste of my own hot sissy milk.
Shortly after Master came in, using his foot he pushed me out of his way.
While he shaved then cleaned his teeth. By the lack of draining water, I
knew the sink hadn't been emptied. Realizing what that meant, it's
ready for me to shave in later.
"Come over here Slut,"
On my knees I crawled over to finish between Masters legs, as he sat on
the toilet. I didn't need any coaxing this time, as I kissed then took
his soft penis firmly between my lips. In no time his hot piss began to
flow. Swallowing fast as I could determent not to miss a drop. Yes I've
become quite addicted to what Master can produce for me from his body.
Happily my face remained buried there, while he had a nice big dumping.
Another erection sprung quickly to full mask, with the smell. Plus
knowing what my tongue would be cleaning out very soon.


After cleaning myself, I was once again locked into the chastity belt.
Sent of to dress, do my make up and to return looking like a proper Sissy
girl. The first part of my day was then spent cleaning and washing
everything that had been used the night before in the dungeon. Just going
back in there brought back memories of last night, knowing how I was
still feeling sore nipples, the marks on my back. I wondered how
the`prisoner boy' was this morning. Knowing he was also going home to
have his abused body and arse given a hard fucking.

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