Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2006 02:17:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew O'Shea <femboynz@yahoo.com> Subject: New Life for Timothy Ch 13 Transgender authoritian 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. Feedback is most welcome, Matthew O'Shea. Chapter 13. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That night while I sat on the floor between Masters legs. Sucking on his fingers, as I'd just finished cutting them and his toenails. When Master informed me that tomorrow morning I'll be going out. I just about bit his finger off when he said. I'm to wear a Skirt and Blouse, you're to look like a proper girl. "Easy!" He said, as I suddenly realized my teeth were closing. Just as quickly I opened up apologising for what I'd done, then asked where I'd be going. Reminding Master that I've never been out in public dressed as a girl before. He then had me turn to face him. I knelt with head bowed, till I was told to look up and listen. "I know that you haven't been out wearing a dress before. But there has to be a first time for everything, doesn't there. A couple of nights ago, you really had that poor boy thinking you were a girl for a while. Even when they got home, he said how he thought we were pushing a girl on to him. Besides you've been out looking like a real Sissy. Wearing make up, and a bra that everyone could see, and tell what you were. So this should be no different. Do you understand?" "Yes Master I do, but the other night it was a little darker than daytime. " I said, but feeling a little uncertain, plus not knowing where I'm going. "Now I want you to take in what I'm going to say. As far as we are concerned you are nothing but a nameless slave. But when you go out we have to be careful about other people. If they ask you your name, like at the tattooist. You are Timothy _ _ _ _ _ _ , and you are in training as a Butler. Tomorrow this sissy girl will be `Debbie' not a Butler, just a house maid. Remember those names are only when you are out in general public. Plus you'll address me as `Sir' not `Master' Other places such as like the sex shop, or other places I take you, you are nothing but a slave and they know it. Do you have any questions." I was asked. "No Master, but I really love the name Debbie. Thank you so much for giving me such a pretty girls name." I said smiling happily to him. Master then stroked my head tenderly. In turn, I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his legs, as I bent down kissing over his manhood.. His hand remained resting on the back of my head, my sensitive lips felt something stirring from within. I didn't want to move, I couldn't move, as I hoped for better wonderful things to be offered to me. I could smell that sexual male aroma wafting strongly towards my nostrils. In turn my own locked away clitty was receiving the same vibes via my sissy brain. I buried my face deeper into Masters crotch, taking deep breathes at the same time. Wanting to pull in every whiff as it came my way. Little moans of ecstasy would escape my sissy mouth as clitty was wanting to be freed and offered to Master. I must of stayed like this a good few minutes, until Master raised my head to inform me. I'm not going to get what I'm wanting, that I've had enough goodness since last night to last me a lifetime. With that I got pushed back to where and how I was earlier. Sitting on the floor, my back resting between his legs, his fingers back playing in my mouth. They are my Masters and do love sucking on them. As I sat there holding Masters hand to make sure those fingers stayed in my mouth to be sucked on. Nothing further was said about tomorrow morning, or even a hint to where I could be going. The more I thought about it the more exciting it became. Thinking of myself walking around the Streets, hopefully look like the pretty Girl I see in the mirror. I got so engrossed with these thoughts, that I just jumped when Master pulled his hand from my mouth. Telling me to go and clean myself ready for bed. Entering the bedroom Master stood waiting, a nappy also lying folded waiting. Once undressed, Master had a good look at and squeezed over the bruised marks still prominent from last nights whipping. I could only bite my lips trying not to let Master know how sore they still were. But that didn't last, once his fingers came in front to test the sensitiveness of those little titties. I just had to squeal out in my little sissy voice. Wanting to push his hands away, I couldn't move them the way Master held me. There again if I had, it would more than likely be disobedient, meaning another strapping for me. Right now my body was still a bit to tented for that. As much as I want and need to have Master whipping me. I twisted about the best I could, my mouth opening trying to moan, my eyes closed, my head resting back on Masters shoulder. Well something did sort of came out but it didn't mean a thing, as Master just somehow enjoyed having me suffer this way. With a smile in his voice he asked, "What's the matter Nancy, does it hurt your little titties?" "Yes they are sore and it hurts a lot Master," I got out between soft, deep groans. "Oh my poor Pansy's got sore titties and I was going to suck on them. Thought I could get a drink of girly milk from you." With that Master let go giving me a little slap on the backside, telling me to get on the bed. I knew that meant nappy time for me again. At least I love having the sweet smelling baby powder sprinkled over my gentiles. OK. I also like wearing the nappies to bed now. Guess it adds a lot to my humiliation, someone nearly twenty being treated like a baby girl. After I put on my nighty, Master removed the collar before I got into bed. I was so pleased when he said I wasn't going to be restrained from now on. That he wants me up first, to wake him, then start getting his breakfast ready. That's what a slave is meant to do. But if he sees that I've been playing with myself, it'll be back to being restrained. Plus I'll be severely punished of a morning, again before bed, as a reminder not to touch. Again I promised that I wouldn't touch it. That I know it is only for him to play with. "You've said that before," Master quickly responded. "I know Master, but I know I can do it. I really mean it." looking straight in his eyes saying it. I pulled the covers up as Master was leaving and wished him a pleasant night. I was to quick in thinking I was left for the night. When Master returned, turned on the side light, offering me a full bottle of milk. "Thought I'd forgotten this didn't you?" he had a big grin all over his handsome face. I felt like saying `I hoped you had' but decided silence was the better option. So just said "Thank you Master." as I took the warm babies bottle from him, putting the teat between my lips. "That's a good little girl," he said "I think you can have someone to play with tonight." I looked at him wondering, then he went over picked up Prince. I felt my heart beating faster as he returned asking if I'd like to have him with me. "Oh! Yes Please Master," as I removed the bottle from my mouth, putting my free hand up to take him. It's been so long since I've slept with Prince beside me. I felt so pleased and happy. Master went over to the draws, taking out one of Prince's nighties, chucked it to me saying. "It may as well be dressed like a girl also. You can play lesbians together." I could feel my face going deep red as he said that. Lying the bottle beside me, I proceeded to undress Prince, then putting him into his little satin nighty. Master just stood there watching. As I lay back kissing Prince and cuddling him into me, I noticed a grin come over Masters face. He just looked at me without a word. I felt quite embarrassed, thinking he must think I'm crazy, still playing with a teddy at my age. Tears came to my eyes, I couldn't help myself, I just started crying. But not wanting to let Prince go. "Hey, what's the matter," Master asked as he came sitting beside me. His hand gently stroking my head. "I'm sorry Master, you properly think I'm stupid. But Prince is all I ever had to love." I said sobbing, not wanting to look at him. Master pulled me to him, cuddling me in his arms like you would a little child. I kept a tight hold of Prince, as Master told me he knows how I loved Prince. "You've told me about getting Prince. Plus I've read all your diaries, so I know what he means to you." he went on "I don't think you're stupid or anything like that. Do you think we like you?" "Yes I hope so Master." "Well we do very, very much. You don't get embarrassed about being a Sissy and wearing all these pretty clothes, do you? So don't be shy about playing with Prince. What else was it you were wanting?" he asked. I knew what he meant, so quietly said "A Doll." "Yes you did. Just remember your Masters know everything about you, don't we. Would we of kept you if we thought you were stupid or anything, but what you are. A sissy-boy?" "No I guess not Master." as I tried to look at him and wipe my eyes. With that he gave me another big cuddle, before letting me lie back down with Prince. For the first time I felt Masters warm lips give me, his slave a beautiful loving kiss on the cheek. The feel of that took away any sadness I was feeling. I looked up to him, saying "Thank you so much for that Master." I took up my bottle, resumed sucking the now cooler milk from it. With Prince held firmly in my arm. Master turned out the light as he left, wishing us a good night. I felt so good lying there, being trusted, unrestrained. Having Prince to cuddle and talk too the way I used, telling him all my troubles, my thoughts. OK he is only a teddy and can't answer me. But at least it was a way of thinking things out then. But tonight is different, the first time I've been able to cuddle into him like this. Telling him how happy I am now with a Master and how I feel I love him. That I'm so happy also that I'm being dressed like the sissy-boy I've alway knew I was wanting to be. I also talked about tomorrow, going out for the first time in public wearing a Dress, or should I say Skirt and Blouse. But still looking like a feminine girl. Suddenly I got a little nervous about it. Will I look as convincing to others as I do to myself. Where is it I have to go dressed up, or will it just be to get me out wearing all my beautiful clothes. As I held Prince over me, I thought, I don't really know whether Master thinks I look convincing as a girl. Or does he just think of me dressed, as just a dressed up Sissy. I gave Prince another kiss before lying him next to me and somehow went straight of to sleep. A couple of times during the night I woke as I emptied some warm liquid into my nappy. Each time I had the thoughts of the morning still playing in my mind. A mixture of fear of the unknown, plus excitement. At last I'm going out to let the World see me as a Sissy faggot wearing girls clothes. Even the humiliation of someone knowing me, would be a real turn on. Oh! What if I get a stiffy walking down the Street. No, I'll properly be wearing the dreaded chastity belt as normal. Wearing my slave collar would be great, really give everyone something to look at, possible humiliate me even more. Well everything seems so different in the middle of a quiet night. No sooner had I drifted of to sleep again with Prince still cuddled close to me. When, suddenly I got woken by the sound of an Alarm ringing. In no time I was sitting up looking around. What was it, where was it, then I saw it sitting on the floor just inside the room. Master had set the alarm cloak to get me awake and up, as I went over to turn it off. I got another shock, it was only 6:15am, no body could ever get up this early I thought. It's far to dark still, even to early for my little fellow below to stand up. Maybe that is Masters plan get me up before clitty comes to life. That's why it's dark still at this hour, so you can have a good sleep. Only if you have someone sexy beside you, would you want to wake at 6:15am to do something intermit together, before getting up. It also just dawned on me, this is the first time I've been woken my an alarm cloak. Since I left the bedsit to come and live at Masters place, no wonder I got a shock. I was just turning to go back to see Prince when Master called out, "Bitch! Get in here." There I knelt before Master still trying to wake up, not quite knowing what day it was. As he asked if I had a good sleep, that Prince didn't keep me awake to long. I gave Master a big smile saying, "Yes I had a wonderful sleep, thank you master," but ignored the bit about Prince. Again he said about Prince keeping me awake. So just said "No he didn't Master." My face suddenly went red, as I realized, both bedroom doors were open. It was very quiet, so Master must of heard everything I was saying. I closed my eyes and lowered my head, not wanting to see the look on Masters face. He just raffled my hair saying, "get that mouth down licking my feet, sissy." I was extra pleased to burry my head at his feet, away from any remarks about what he'd heard. I found it also a great way to bring life back into a sleeping clit. Put your mouth over beautiful toes and Bingo! Well it worked on me, that's for sure. Once satisfied I got pushed out and told to go make his breakfast, that he also wants it in bed. Watching me waddling from the room, I got called back to Master. Who then took delight in squeezing over my heavy urine filled nappy. Knowing I wouldn't be able to go to much longer before it fell off anyway. I was allowed to take it off, wipe myself clean, then put on just a clean pair of plastic panties. This was a great relief, as you don't realize how heavy they get after pissing in them. At least there were no smelly Poos to worry about. After I'd been allowed to have breakfast. I had to clean myself out, also making sure my body was free of any hair and all this done in Masters presence. It was now, I had my first experience of wearing a woman's sanitary pad. Before I went any further in feminizing myself. This about 4inch long narrow white thing was shown to me. "Do you know what this is, and what it is for." Master asked displaying this thing in my face. "No Master I don't," as I tried to look and make out just what it could be. No I had never seen woman's things like this before. OK. I'd seen the boxes in shops, but that was all, didn't know what was inside, or what they looked like. So this came as a big surprise when I got told it's a woman's `Tampon', even more of a shock when I got told I'll have to get used to them. As I'll be wearing them at times. I knew women wore these things when they were having their periods. But I didn't think of me having them, just because I'm a Sissy. I went to ask Master about it, but just got cut off. Told to lie face down over the bed open my legs. I did so, next thing I felt his greased finger go part way up my virginal boy-pussy. To be replaced by the tampon being slowly pushed all the way in. Now satisfied, I got told to stand up and feel the little string hanging from my pussy. Yes it felt good, as I stood feeling something right up inside of me. Taking hold of the string, Master said that's for when I have to take it out, you just pull on it. I gave it a little bit of a pull, and again that was a nice feeling. I was then shown how to insert one, that they are in a double thin card tube. By holding it at my pussy lips and pushing on the end, the pad gets pushed all the way in. At last I was able to ask Master about me having periods. "Why would you like to have periods," Master asked with a strange look on his face. I didn't know why that look, but just said with an embarrassed bowed head. "I don't know anything about them Master. Except that women have them all the time, and I've never been interested in women." My mind was put at rest when told it's just to make me feel more feminine, knowing I have my pads up in there. That I'll notice it when we go out later. With that he said he'd explain all about them later and not to worry, as I won't have periods. Now I had to finish getting myself made up, dressed, hair done all this in Masters presence. I felt so happy when I wasn't put into the chastity belt. Instead, I was told it's now time to wear my Girdle. I'd seen it in the draw, but never thought anything of it, till now. Is this also to make me feel more feminine, I don't think I could feel any more so, than I already do. As I took this tight fitting elastic article, pulling them up my legs. I realized how it was going to restrain any movement of my clitty. With it now pulled all the way up, sitting snugly with four suspenders straps tucked underneath. I felt very restrained, running my hands over the front, I also felt very much a girl. By its firm fit, plus able to feel any little movement of my sanitary pad. Just looking at myself in the mirror nothing showing below, a filled out bra, a made up face. Who could now take me for anything other than a girl. As Master looked at me, he wasn't quite satisfied. His hand slid in under the girdle front, pushing little sissy firmly back between my legs. I couldn't help but squeal out, as I was having my semi erect clit forced away. Into a more restrictive, at the moment a more uncomfortable position than ever under the chastity belt. All Master could say was "Now that looks better, you are a girl now." followed by a light smack over the front. Finishing dressing got ever more exciting, with the pull of the stockings on the suspenders, the movement of the inserted pad, plus my silicon boobs sitting snug on my chest, wobbling. The flimsy white satin petticoat gently cascading slowly down, caressing in an erotic way over my hairless body, stocking covered legs. Finally to put on a beautiful pastel blue satin blouse with long puff sleeves. The round pearl buttons were done up to just show the tips of lace atop my petticoat and bra. The skirt was knee length a normal black light woolen and by its fit, controlled the size of steps I could take. Before putting on my shoes, it was now time for me to dress my Master. No he wasn't going to wear his normal, going to work suit, instead just his red and white stripped shirt, light charcoal trousers and reefer jacket, a white silk handkerchief in his top pocket. He looked stunning as always. Once Master was dressed he got into one of his draws taking out a small box. Turning towards me, he just proceeded to remove at last, the ear studs. My mouth just fell open when I saw a lovely pair of dangling clear `teardrops' OK. I could say Diamonds or Crystals, but no, I'm only a slave and these were just to make me look like the girl I had become. I thanked Master then looked at myself, thanked him again telling him. I hope I look the way I feel in myself. He assured me that I did. With my shoes now on I was ready to meet the World. Somehow I felt there is something missing, Oh! a hanky, now where to put it, I didn't have a purse or anything. Master also never thought about that. So I used his clutch bag for my lipstick, hanky with red and yellow `Rosebuds' embroidered on one corner, plus Master also gave me some money, saying I'll have to buy my own bus tickets. That, all of a sudden made my heart lose a couple of beats. Reality has just struck home again. I'm about to go out for all to see, it's no longer just an outing to go on later. It's now, it's time, it's also still the busy hour not quite 9am. I looked nervously to Master for some assurance. Only to hear, "It's time to go, do you remember your name and who I am?" "Yes Master, It's Debbie and I'm a housemaid. Sir." I said proudly. "Good, I want you to walk just a few steps in front of me. We're going to Croydon." Oh my God! I thought, that's a long way and a couple of buses. Knowing the dressmaker is there, I asked Master if that's where we're headed. Yes it was, and that was all I got told. Which left me wondering if I'm going to get some pretty new clothes. I was hoping anyway. Walking from the house, I really felt proud, I felt very feminine, very much like a 19year old girl. Walking out for the first time in high heels, the caressing of the petticoat against my body and stocking covered legs. They in turn were being pulled slightly by the suspender belt restricted under the girdle. Only able to take smallish steps, because of the fit of the skirt. As I walked the Sanitary Pad in my Pussy also became obvious, as it thrilled my inside, via any little movement. In turn the affect on my clit also became noticeable. I can see now why Master had me wearing this panty girdle. Otherwise I'd be walking with this pole standing pointing the way. Even feeling the slight breeze around my legs, up under the skirt was a new erotic experience. Somehow making me act more feminine, in a way I can't explain. This feeling made me envious of women and girls, being able to wear these lovely clothes out all the time. They must feel so sexy, well that's how I'm feeling right now. The dangling earrings were also noticeable with there little swaying motion touching the sides of my neck. I could feel people looking at me, did they think I was a girl or a boy in a dress. Once the initial embarrassment had gone, I didn't care what they thought. No, rather, I enjoyed it. Once on the bus Master sat beside me, but didn't speak till it was time to get off. Now I had to walk around the block at Victoria Station, just to add to my humiliation, with so many people about there at that hour, plus some comments that I heard. I've never been so pleased to get back on a bus, than right now. The rest of the trip to Croydon was uneventful, time for my heart to settle back to it's normal pace. I was sent up to the dressmakers by myself, which I didn't mind. Then told to wait outside for Master once I'm ready. I felt so pretty, so very much a girl taking dainty steps up the stairway. Now for the lovely welcome as I walked in. Margaret, the Manageress put her arms around me, kissing me girly like on the side of my cheek. Telling me how beautiful I looked, after having me turning this way and that, touching my hair, then my blouse. Generally admiring this happy sissified boy. I was so excited and know I said it very girlishly, when I told her my new name. I'm now `Debbie' that called for another big hug and kiss on the cheek again, before being taken by the hand into the workroom, for all the girls to see. It was embarrassing, but like all girl, I think. I really Loved the attention, being fussed over, told how pretty I look. It was wonderful! One of the girl said that I should wear a little scarf or a pretty choker around my neck, as my little `apple' is a bit of a give away to what I am. That caused me to blush deeply, thinking how I've sprung myself. I had never thought about that, every time I just look at myself thinking how pretty and feminine I look. That is also why I got some of the remarks today, I guess. Seeing me blushing, the girl came and gave me a big hug. Saying she didn't mean to upset me, not to worry about it, unless someone stopped to look they wouldn't notice anything. Touching my `apple' she said "You've only got a small one anyway." To that remark I became slutty, putting my hands on my hips, looking at her, fluttering my eyelids in a sexy `come on' way saying, "And hooow do you know that?" Causing everyone in the room to laugh. My question wasn't answered, I just got another sweet kiss on the cheek from the now blushing girl and told. I look so pretty, just like an `innocent' teenage girl. I'm sure she just said that word `innocent' to please me. Then with a smile, Margaret took me by the hand again leading me out of the workroom, to let them get on with making beautiful dresses. "Do you know why you have come." Margaret asked. "No Ma am," I said shyly. A couple of weeks ago Mr Johnson took some things in for her to alter for me. As she reached to the shelf to get down this box, I noticed the Calender hanging there. It was the photo on it of this girl wearing a most beautiful Silver evening gown that caught my eye. Anyway as I looked, I realized my birthday had pasted last week. I'm now 20 and didn't know it. I felt a little sad, as since my last birthday I had been looking forward to celebrating this one. Also hoping I had a few friends to celebrate it with, but guess no I still didn't have any of them either. "Hey, what is it," I got asked, as my mind was still at last weeks date. Quicky I looked back saying, "Oh, I was just admiring the gorgeous evening gown." So a we lie I told, but I started by looking at the dress anyway. "If you are a good girl maybe your Daddy will buy you one like it one day. Then take you to all the Balls in town." the way she said it I knew she was only having me on. "Yes I would love that, to be the Bell of the Ball." lifting my skirt a little and swaying my hips as I said it. With that Margaret opened a box on the counter, taking out the two pairs of satin boxers I used to own. Only now to be adorned with a good two inch wide fine white lace around the leg holes. On the side of each leg where the lace and satin joined sat a beautiful satin bow. Again at the centre of the waist and right in the middle of the fly opening , was another inch wide satin bow. The silver pair had red satin bows, the pale blue pair had deep blue satin bows. They both looked so lovely with the ribbon ends hanging a good two inches below. The entrance to my little clitty via that hole had now been sown up. The lace and bows added to beautify to my new Sissy boxers. Holding them up to my face, the soft touch of satin against my cheek. Had me saying, "Oh! they look and feel so pretty, I can't wait to be wearing them now." Asked what I had on. I said I'm wearing a girdle so as to keep my little sissy out of trouble. She gave a we laugh at that, knowing the trouble it can cause being let hang free. "Well you'll just have to wait till you get home then. That won't come soon enough, will it." I just gave a big smile and shook my head, softly saying "No Ma am." Next the two silk shirts were brought out and opened out for my inspection. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. They also looked nothing like the two I used to own. Both had there collars removed, the white shirt now had a high collar, with small ruffles around the top of it. It was buttoned by three pearl buttons just to the side of centre. Down the front hanging sort of in waves, about three inch wide silk ruffles. The cuffs also had ruffles hanging about two inches below the actual cuff. The peach shirt now had a large soft Peter Pan collar. Covering the front of the shirt hung wide lavender lace that seemed to cascade softly down from under the collar. The buttons had also been changed to a glossy lavender shade. Each cuff was now covered with the lace which hung again a couple of inches below the actual cuff. Watching me touching, holding each blouse up in front of myself. Looking in the mirror, then to her wearing a big happy smile, thinking how lucky I am to be such a sissy. "Yes I can just imagine the fashion show taking place soon as this girl gets home." she said coming over and giving me another big hug saying, "This is why I love making clothes for you Girls. You all love and appreciate wearing beautiful things." "These are all so beautiful and feminine looking now. I just feel so lucky, Ma am, to have a man that wants me dressed this way also." I knew not to say my Master wants me this way. I don't know if it was the excitement of the moment. But did I need a leak and quickly. With that I asked if I could use there toilet. I was dying to piddle, and wasn't to fussed on going into a woman's public toilet at this early stage of my, public Girly life. "Yes sure, it's two doors down on your left," as she handed me the key "Now be a good girl in there, won't you?" Again I knew my face as going a deep shade of red as I said "Yes Ma am, I only want to do wees, I promise. I'll be back before you realize I've gone." looking at her with a big grin, which she returned. I couldn't get in there quick enough to pull down this tight fitting girdle, to sit. In no time the flow began rushed out. Relief, when at last it stopped, didn't realize I had so much to lose. Now came the job of pulling up this girdle and tuck little sissy away comfortably again. Couldn't resist a we pull on that string hanging under there also. But making sure it didn't come out, so had a little push inwards. I liked that feel, then knew I better get these hands washed or won't be able to explain why it took so long just doing wees. Arriving back from the toilet, I got a big smile as Margaret turned her wrist looking at her watch. I couldn't help smiling back and making it known, I had been good in there, only tucking myself away comfortably again was the hold up. "Yes I know how it is, all you girls seem to have that trouble when you go in there." was her response, then said "I'm just having you on, sweety." The parcel had now been wrapped up all ready to go. Before I left, I again had to go into the workroom, to say goodbye, thanking them also for my pretty things. With that the girl that said about my `apple' came over, turned me around. Then tied this sweet light purple satin choker around my neck, it was at least an inch and a half wide, edged with a narrow matching lace. In the centre sat a lovely rosebud made out of Ivory colour satin. The whole thing looked so stunning, so feminine around my neck. Looked in the mirror without thinking I just said, "I really love being so girly." Yes I did feel it, as a we tear came to my eyes. Then to be told, I look it also, just enjoy being yourself. I knew what they meant by that remark. Taking out my hanky to dap away the tears, the Rosebuds couldn't help but be noticed, with a sweet remark. I also decided a little touch up of my lips was in order. Watching as I did it, one of the girls said, "You sure are a proper girl now aren't you." I gave her a sweet smile and nodded, Yes. After the goodbyes and more kisses to the cheek, I was led back to the waiting room. Before given me the parcel Margaret said, "You're so different now from the first visit here, I would say you are very happy now, aren't you?" "Oh yes I am, I've never been as happy in my whole life, as I've been over the last few months. I feel really comfortable here now also, knowing you all except me the way I am. I just love being in these pretty clothes." I told her happily. "I notice that, I know someone that really likes you also. That's why he wants to see you wearing these lovely clothes." Then another big hug and kiss from her before opening the door for me. I said goodbye and hoped I'd be able to see them again soon. Margaret's remarks I kept thinking about while I descended the stairs and waiting outside for my Masters arrival. He must of been over the road watching, as in no time there he was standing beside me. "Do you like your new clothes," as he looked at me, then said, "Where did that come from." Pointing to the pretty choker. After I told him about it, I was told to take it off, right now. If he wanted my `apple' covered up I would of been told at home or be wearing the collar. I stood there in front of Master removing it, but feeling quite sad at having to do so. It looked so pretty around my neck. Not knowing if I was even allowed to keep it now, so I asked, "Sir, what I should do with it." Wonderful, I put it in the clutch bag as I'll be wearing it again. But I wear only what Master tells me to wear. It was now a walk around Croydon looking in some shop windows. Yes letting more people see me before heading to the Bus station, to start our journey home again. Back in London, again out of that bus for a walk, which we didn't really have to make. But then I wouldn't been put on show if we got out at the stop straight onto our bus home. Mind you, I was really loving the attention coming my way. Guys looking and remarking, a few realizing calling me Fag in a dress, Cocksucker and more. Majority though seemed to think I was a girl and the whistles, I loved it all. In a way I could of stayed in the City. Then again, I was drying to get home. My stuffed pussy stopped any wind from being extracted, or worse, the pad being pushed out as I tried. Secondly, being on heels for so long and not used to walking the streets in them. Yes! My feet were killing me. Don't know what I would of done had they been any higher than 2 inches. Home at last, what a relief for part of my body anyway. Soon as I had put down the parcel, I knelt in front of Master, thanking him for taking me out dressed up. That I couldn't of done it without him being with me. Then I told him about the agony I was suffering in my pussy. Also if I could take these shoes off for a little while, as I'm sure my feet are about to break off at any minute. "No they won't break off, they're just a bit sore, you'll get used to that." As he smiled at me then said, "Yes you can take them off, then go into the bathroom and remove your tampon. But pull it out slowly, wrap it up before putting it in the rubbish. You'll possible need a piss also by now, won't you?" Woops! I thought looking into his eyes, I knew I had to tell. "Master I had to go while at the dressmakers, I just about burst my bladder. So asked if I could use there toilet. But I do need to go again." I bowed my head waiting a stern response for going without Master permission. "Yes I understand and was wondering why you hadn't said anything about wanting to go on our way home." was all he said, thankfully. What a relief to slip out of those shoes, even though I do enjoy being in them. Taking down the girdle that was another bit of relief, I was just about to remove the pad first. When suddenly, that feeling of something wanting to gush out of my piss slit. Quickly I sat to let another great volume rush forth. At last I'm able to reach under take hold of that little string and `slowly' pull. Oh no! It doesn't want to come out for me, the more I tried the more it wanted to stay. So mush for Master saying to pull it slowly. I know, see if a fart will help. I again realized the more you try to do something, the harder it is. Then BINGO!!!! one strong push and out it came, one loud smelly fart followed. Now I know why Master made me have a good clean out this morning, say no more. Once I'd cleaned up, I knew to spray lots of air freshener, even some of my body spray to help overtake what I'd discarded. As I went back to Master, He just sent me of to make a pot of tea and a couple of ham and tomato sandwiches for two. I looked to Master, then he said, "Yes you are number two." I did my sissy walk to the kitchen, thinking of `I feel Pretty, Oh so pretty ....... .....' from a musical. Strangely after only wearing that tampon this morning, I seemed quite empty without it now. Once I returned I was even allowed to sit opposite Master, to have my cup of tea and sandwich. The parcel opened with contents layed out neatly over the sofa. Master asked if I liked my new clothes, which I told him I did so very much. I then proceeded to tell him about being at the dressmakers. How I felt so much like one of the girls up there, about all the hugs and Kisses I got. I finished by saying, "I think they like me, even though I'm really a boy." Oh! No, I said the wrong thing there. Just as quickly Master informed me I'm not a boy, your just a PANSY! "Yes I know Master." I answered, lowering my submissive head. "Anyway, is there any reason why they wouldn't like you." he asked. "No, I guess not." as I thought to myself, no else ever seemed to like me, not even those that gave birth to me. Next thing I had to go over to Master, standing with head bowed before him. I took a deep breath, when his warm hand began stroking over my inner thighs. "Now go to get a pretty little petty for that, and bring the choker back also." After a we slap on the leg, I was off. Looking at all the Petties, they are all pretty, so decided on the loverly white satin one with narrow pink ribbons though the lace top. Very virginal for a virgin Pansy, I thought. With Petty and Choker in hand back to Master I skipped, very sissy like. On entering the lounge Master straightaway ordered me to remove the skirt and girdle. I was just inside the doorway as I unzipped and lowered the skirt. Then under my petticoat to take down the girdle. "STOP!! right there," Master bellowed "lift the petticoat right up so I can watch and see your clit flop down." I gave him a we smile as I did. Somehow it seemed even more erotic, knowing how Master was possible getting turned on by watching his bitch doing it. Even though he knows every part of this sissy body. I still get excided knowing I'm pleasing my Master. Now stripped of skirt and girdle, I stood waiting. "Walk to me holding up the petticoat between your forefingers and thumbs. I want to see that thing swaying." Even though it was only a little walk to him. The thrill of it all, knowing how feminine I felt, and must of looked holding the petticoat walking daintily over. Got clitty a little aroused by the time I stood before Master. Fortunately not enough to stop having the petty put on and ribbons tied into there sweet bows. I just had to say "Thank you Master for putting my petty on me." it's so wonderful to be wearing one again after so long. Pointing towards the floor, I knew to kneel. "Now you can wear this choker for the rest of the day." I leaned right forward, lifting my hair to let Master fix the hooks and eyes together. I now hoped for a pair of the `New' boxer panties to wear, unfortunately no. "I have a lot of work to do in my study. So you can go change your blouse and petticoat. Put on a blue camisole, No panties, white shirt, black trousers, then your pinafore. But Don't!! Do up the zipper. Then catch up on all your cleaning. Now off you go." As I was about to leave, I turned to ask if I could wear my high heels again. But no, Master didn't want to hear me walking around and distracting him. So it was to be slippers, well at least they are a little easier to work in. But I hoped the more time in heels, the quicker I get used to wearing them. After dinner Master had me go redo my make up, tie the cream satin ribbon in my hair. On returning, it was fashion time. Modelling the `new blouses' tucked in and hanging loose over the trousers. To my surprise before anything, Master pulled out my clit dressed in its lovely little petty. So there it hung freely wearing its pretty white petty for to see. Well there was only Master, but you know what I mean ah! Must say I loved wearing the new blouses, they did look so feminine and I felt so feminine. But would of looked really girly had I been wearing a nice skirt and petticoat. My clitty also knew how pretty I looked, cause it stood waving the flag. Well the petty looked like one hanging from its pole. Am sure this is why Master had me this way, knowing what would happen. He was pleased with the look and took great pleasure of running his gentle hands over, then under to caress at my camisole. Each time as he withdrew gave little sissy a stroke. That I couldn't resist receiving from him. Once the fashion show had finished, it was down kneeling between Masters legs, telling him how I enjoyed my outing as a girl. Even being sprung a few times turned me on, knowing someone knows what I am. How wearing the tampon kept me thinking how girls must feel when they wear them. That it seemed to stimulate me down below all morning. At this point Master decided to tell me about females and there periods. It all came as a bit of a shock and decided, NO! I don't want to have them. Made me think of sometimes at school, if someone wasn't in the best of moods. The kids would say, Oh he having his monthly, or period, I never knew till now why. Also thought about earlier when I said to Master about me having them, seen as I'm a sissy. This is not the first time Masters had to explain something to me. So found myself saying, "Hope you don't think I'm dumb, but I was never told anything by my parents. Guess they just thought of me as a queer, so didn't matter to them. So you might have a lot to still teach me." "Just don't be shy to ask if there is anything you want to know. I don't think you're dumb, stupid or anything like that. I know there are things you don't know after reading your diaries." he said. I knew my face was changing to a darker shade of red hearing him say that. Trying to think what I've written to make him realize I know nothing. It kept coming to my mind about telling Master that I'm now 20. That I had a birthday last week, then I'd get scared in case he didn't care. Telling me I'm only a slave and not to bother about those things. Just as quickly it went from my mind when Master said, "Because you were a good girl today you can have a little reward. Now take out my cock, show me how you love to get pleasure from it." Master said laying back comfortably in his armchair, looking down on me. In no time my face was down kissing over the front of Masters still enclosed genitals. I love doing this first, while telling him what an honour it is to be allowed the pleasure of his beautiful penis in my mouth. I unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper, letting my hand go in. Feeling the warmth of his manhood resting waiting to be worshipped by his slaves lipsticked coated lips, before going deep into its wet eager mouth. Lastly to release the top hook to begin gentle lowering the trousers. Removing his slippers to pull the trousers right off. Back I go again kissing, licking, smelling the sweaty, musky manly aroma coming from under his briefs. To feel that hot rod of steel twitching, waiting for freedom, waiting to receive pleasure from the mouth of his slave. I looked up to Master before lovingly resting my face over his crotch. The thrill of it all reacting strongly on my sissy clit, it even tries standing more rigid, pulsating wildly, as more blood pushes its way in. I know my job is to just give Master pleasure, but I'm sure I can have a tiny bit. As I carefully put my fingers under the waistband, gently lifting it out over that hot throbbing penis. My smiling eyes are just on Masters face, while slowly gliding those little things down, then finally off. Cradling them gently as always, I can't stop myself from licking, kissing them all over, inside and out. The smell, the taste of urine, sweat from his anus after encasing him so close and warmly all day. Master knows how much I love doing this, they are his. I need to show my love for everything that Master wears so close to his rod of love. Even more so than other things he will just use. With Masters undies resting safely on top of the trousers. All my thoughts and attention is on giving Master pleasure via a warm wantoned mouth. Down lightly kissing over the tip of his hot purple gland head, kissing downwards over the thick twitching shaft. Working my way back up kissing, licking for all it is worth. I noticed a we trickle seeping from its piss slit. Quickly my tongue laps it up, before putting my hungry mouth over the foreskin covered head. Sliding my tongue under eager to lick out whatever delicacy is waiting to be fed to me. Hands are grasping either side of Masters legs, as I work my wet mouth down, then up again. Taking him deeper each downward slid. Coming up for air, then out to lick down that silken pole. The trill I got hearing Masters soft moans of pleasure, knowing it is me, his slave making him sexually aroused. Finishing up sucking in each of Masters sperm making cherries. One then the other, as they were to big for this sissy mouth to take in together. I could smell the strong sweaty odour from below. It seemed to just draw my mouth, my tongue to it. No way could this sissy hold its weak self back. In no time there was my tongue lapping away like a puppy dog licking from its bowl. The taste was divine, like an entree before the main course. Then eagerly licking, kissing upward, all around this hot throbbing shaft. The sexual aroma from Master seemed to even get more powerful. My mouth, my hands wanted just to be there over it, enjoying the moment. Resting my head on Master lap, watching a loving girly hand slowly stroked down the foreskin, to just expose Masters deep purple mushroomed gland. Quickly my mouth had to return to lick off pre cum that still seeped out. Again I pulled back its skin, so to play the tip of my tongue around just under the gland head. That seemed to send Master into a wild frenzy. Those soft moans now became louder, his whole body stiffened. I could almost feel his heart beat increasing in tempo. Putting a hand on my head stroking it tenderly, even lovingly. Holding his silken penis, I could feel the pulsating, the twitching of something strong, not to far away from a major explosion. Letting my fingertips gently touch the rod as they slowly made there way towards Masters ball sac. Now to find how tight they had also become. Feeling there was no time for anymore play. I just had to encircle Masters organ again with a wet wantoned mouth. Taking him deep down into my throat, licking the best I could on the upward slide. Great sighs of pleasure came from Master as I continued taking him deep as possible on each downward thrust. To then hear Master calling me a cocksucking faggot, take it all you fucken slut, and more, all the while holding me firmly over his thick manhood. I started working my wet sissy mouth faster and faster. All the time feeling the throbbing penis, the whole of Masters body jerking, almost uncontrollably. I could feel his juice racing up inside wanting to get out. Suddenly it came, "I'MMM CUMMMINNNGGGGGG!!! OH GOD, YEEEESS!!! Take it all you Sissy Slut!!" I felt Masters penis suddenly explode. Volley after volley, shooting his hot sperm straight down my open throat. I kept working those throat muscles, sucking for all I was worth, not wanting to lose a drop of Masters divine goodness. Trying to suck every last drop from him. All the time I sucked, I heard Master still making those familiar sounds of sexual pleasure. Telling me what a bit of worthless slave shit I was. I loved hearing them, knowing I helped in bring his orgasm to this powerful conclusion. Leaving his cock in my mouth, letting it deflate in there. It wasn't till now that I actually got to taste Masters delicacy. These last few drops being sucked out onto my waiting tongue, a taste I love, pure divine, man spunk. My Masters. As Master lay there spent, eyes closed, his breathing still deep, his body still smelt sexually hot. I lay my head on his lap, right between those gorgeous hairless legs, next to one used soft lipstick coated penis. Stroking his leg tenderly with my soft feminine hand. Wanting to just lightly kiss his beautiful instrument, but knew I'd now have to wait permission for that. It was a good few minutes that Master lay there, with me at his feet. His hand kept touching, stroking my head, that felt so lovely. Once Master came back from heaven, he told me, "That was the most fantastic blow job, I really know how to such a man's cock." That he had trouble holding back as long as he did. Hearing him say that to me, made me feel really good, even special in a way. "Thank you Master, just having your penis in my mouth is the greatest honour." Then kissed softly and lovingly on his inner thigh. We stayed there for some time, Master still stroking my hair. Or his finger wanting to be sucked, not a word was said. Just savouring the moment of pure pleasure, a Master with a slave at his feet. While sucking his fingers, I started thinking again about last week and being 20. Should I say anything, could I say anything. Or am I just wanting someone else to know. Again I got distracted, when Master told me to go clean off the make up ready for bed. Oh well, so much for that. In the bedroom Master removed the ear rings only to replace them with little gold sleepers, which I'm to wear all the time, unless Master changes them. While lying having my nappy put on, I suddenly asked Master permission to speak. He just looked at me, as it's been a long time since I've done that. So when he said I may. I just stumbled before getting out in a quiet voice, "Please don't be wild with me for saying this. But, ..... last Wednesday was my 20th birthday. I noticed the date at the dressmakers this morning." I just looked slightly away, not knowing what to expect. "Holly Shit!!!" he just bellowed out. "I am so sorry, yes I knew your birthday was coming and how you were looking forward to it. I was going to give you something special too." he said sitting on the bed beside me. Putting his arm under my shoulders lifting me up, then gave me a lovely big hug. Looking into my eyes saying "I know it's late, but Happy Birthday." followed by a sweet little kiss on the forehead. Just that made me so very happy, knowing also I've not long ago been filled with his wonderfully delicious man juice. "I don't want anything Master, I couldn't be happier now, being your slave and look at all these beautiful clothes and things you've bought for me to wear. What else does a sissy want." Looking at him, then rested my head on his shoulder for a few seconds, feeling his warmth. I lay down again then to have my plastics put over the nappy ready for bed. Also with Prince. Next morning after getting up again at this unthinkable time of darkness. Preparing Masters breakfast before waking him. At least I knew my day would be started happily at his feet. Later I was told that `Sir' wouldn't be coming down tonight for the weekend. As he teachers Drama, and the college is putting on a play next week. So will be spending the weekend getting everything ready. So there will just be the two of us. Yes I remember now, he did take the drama classes when I went to college also. They used to put on some great plays. I'll never forget the first year I was there, they put on a small version of Oliver. Made me wish I could sing and was Oliver. My day went as normal, till about 4:30 when Master arrived home. Yes, a good hour early. I didn't hear him arrive, as I had the vacuum cleaner doing its thing, with me in charge. Suddenly I heard, "Pansy, get that arse of yours down here, Now!" It gave me quite a shock, then realized it's Masters voice. Quickly I went running not knowing what the trouble could be. Finding him sitting in the lounge, I walked to him with head bowed and knelt at his feet. Hands interlocking behind my neck, head bowed, in a submissive manner. I got a little bit nervous, not knowing if I'd done something or what. Stroking my head, at the same time telling me to put my hands in front like a good girl and look up. As I looked to him, he asked if I'd been good. "Yes Master, I've just about finished all the cleaning and haven't once touched the chastity belt or anything." "For that I'm going to take you out tonight for a meal." A lovely smile shone from his face. "Oh Master thank you, that'll be really super." I was wanting then and there to kiss his feet. But I had to listen as he told me, he'll be taking a shower, then I can have one also. Yes, not a bath in his used water as I normally do. That we have to be in the City by 6:30. Oh gosh, I got all excided about that, as I've never had a meal in the City before. Well just at a fast food place after work a couple of times. Sure that isn't where Master wants to go. Then he said, "Or would you rather stay home with your bowl and doggy meat," I could feel my heart sink, all that excitement, suddenly disappearing, knowing I have to make the decision. I guess I must of sounded sad, as I said yes that'll be alright Master. Knowing really I would love to go out for a meal. Ruffing my hair he said, "I'm just having you on." I then just fell between his legs with happiness, wrapping my arms around them, kissing over his bulge. Before realizing what I'm doing without permission. Quickly I knelt up, apologising for the lack of respect. "Come on, you can get me undressed now." I got up following Master cheerfully to his room. Returning to Masters room once I'd showered. I now helped Master. After doing his deodorant and aramis body spray. I dressed him in a white shirt with double cuffs and studs that matched the nice silver patterned tie. It was now I was able to put him into his dark green and white stripped satin boxers. Oh how I wanted to kiss over them, but I do have a little control over myself these days. Finally, well nearly, on with his navy suit trousers, and dark tan shoes. Time now for me to get dressed. Lying there ready for me were, a plain white satin bra, matching suspender belt, a white satin camisole, charcoal stockings. I was pleased to see no chastity belt, but a pale blue silk petty that Master would be tying over little clitty for me. Lying there also waiting to encase the little petty covered clit, the `new' pale blue boxers that had just been altered. They looked so pretty lying there waiting a sissy body to go onto. Master then suggested a little baby powder down below would be nice, it was too. Before the petty and sexy boxers, I got given a sanitary pad. "Now put that in yourself." was the order, after showing me how to push on the end. I was given a little jelly on the finger, yes that felt neat going in. Now to turn me woman, slowly at first I pushed, once between the lips, it just seemed to slid all the way home, till I just had that little string hanging free. Oh yes, that feeling again, I could really get used to wearing these. With underwear now on caressing this hairless sissy body. It was a white shirt, lightweight charcoal three piece suit. Wondered why I wasn't given breast pads to put under the bra, or given time to do my make up. I'm going out as a Male!!! Once I finished dressing, I sat Master down to do his hair. Not that it needed much doing, just a little oil rubbed on my hands, then through his hair, followed by a backward brush and comb. Well wouldn't you do anything to just have your hands stroking in his head of silken hair. Yes, I love it anyway. After doing my own, it was on with our jackets, then I asked Master about the silk hankies I used to have. There was a nice satin silver one that went nicely with Masters tie, I wore a plain silk Ivory one that matched the Ivory and gray speckled tie. Already to go then I suddenly realized, Shit! I'm going out in male clothes. "Master I've still got deep Red nail polish on." That didn't seem to bother him. "That's OK. A lot of young chaps seem to wear it now." was all he said. I know I don't remember seeing any, but I hadn't been out much in the last couple of months. Or is it because Master had said at one stage even if I go out in male clothes I'm still to look like a Sissy. Wearing nail polish will do, just that. Off we went in Masters car, me still wearing nail polish. Master looking absolutely stunning, as alway. I was feeling great also, just to be going out with him dressed the way I am. Looking male on top, but not so male looking underneath. Then there is that little something I can feel sitting inside of me. A wiggle in the seat and or squeezing of those muscles, I know I'm just girly. Before we went in, Master reminded me of my name, to address him as `Sir' I'll speak only when spoken to. I'm still just his slave, remember that, he said. I would never want to forget it anyway, it's all I ever want to be. WOW! This was no fast food restaurant, that's for real. Even white table cloths and big cloth napkins. A waiter came to take us to our seat, pulling Masters seat out for him. As he went to come over to me, Master informed him not to bother. So I just sat myself down on the very comfortable Mustardy coloured velvet seat. Even though I felt a little embarrassed, I knew why he did it. I didn't see the menu either, as Master ordered what I was to have. Like a pumpkin soup, the main was some sort of fish dish with salad. Then I was even allowed to have dissert, crepes, ice cream with caramel sauce. But what I did have, was two glasses of red wine. That was really lovely. It was like a real Birthday party for me, even though there was only Master and me at it. I really enjoyed that night out, even more so when Master said it's for my birthday. That he's really sorry he forgot it last week. I told him it didn't matter. I mentioned it last night, cause I just realised I'd had a birthday and wanted someone else to know, I'm now 20. I couldn't say anything at the dressmakers, cause they would of thought I'm stupid for not knowing before this. Still remember the way I said it, because of the silly look I got. Caused me to giggle, realising how childish I must of sounded. Then I told him, I'm just happy to be with him living as his slave, being treated the way he wants to treat me. I lay in bed with Prince drinking from my bottle, so very happy after being taken out for Dinner. Even though it's Saturday, that early alarm call to get a slave up, still rang out unabated. I must of drifted of to sleep without finishing the bottle, as there it lay unfinished. Thought I better drink it down now otherwise Master won't be very pleased. Guess I'll get used to this darkness of a morning soon. Walking out and about to go down to start preparing Masters breakfast. Next thing I heard Master calling his bit of shit, guess that could only be me. On entering his room, I stood there with head bowed, as I got informed he didn't want his breakfast yet and wouldn't be getting up for a while. So I had to start my cleaning wearing this wet nappy and nighty. I can get his breakfast when he gets up. With that I was dismissed. By the time Master came down I had wet myself again, so was having trouble keeping the nappy on with all that wetness now in it. later in the afternoon I was sent to wait outside the discipline room. Stripped down to only bra, collar and chastity belt, kneeling in a submissive manner. I was so relieved once Master arrived, so I could take the painful pressure from my knees. "It's about time you had a taste of the cane," Master informed me. Then pushed me towards the cross, facing it, taking each wrist and securing the leather strap around them. "Raise your arms." As I did each wrist in turn was attached to a rope hanging from the top. Each ankle got the same treatment. So there I now stood stretched out, tied spread eagle. To control any further movement, a wide leather strap went around my lower back. Pulled tight and buckled to hold me close, any desire to move would be impossible. My clit was now released from the chastity belt. Only to have one of those weights tied around the cherry bag and let swing. At this stage I now began to wonder just how painful the cane could be, where would it land, would I be able to take it. That fear feeling came back, as I tried to look to where Master was. Next thing he stood beside me showing me this long thin flexible cane. Bending it letting me see how it can wrap around a body, leaving its marking the whole way round. Holding it to my lips, "Kiss it you worthless slave bitch, ask the cane to help you improve your ways." I kissed it before saying, "Please Master use the cane on me, to teach me to be a well disciplined, obedient slave." I said in a quivering voice. "Do you want to be gagged first," Master asked. I just shook my head `No'closing my eyes at the same time, and waited. I gave a little jerk when I felt his cold hand kneading my butt cheeks. Then it happened Whisk!!! Whisk!!! Whisk!!! through the air in quick succession landing across my backside. My eyes watered up, my head fell forward, I gave a moan after the third left its mark. A we break, then again it came, just as before landing leaving its marks next to the others. By the time they had finished, my head was flung backwards. I tried the best I could to wiggle away, only for that belt holding me in place. The weights also were making them selves known as they swung wildly below. Somehow, I'm sure clitty is standing erect. The moaning had become louder, the odd tear now trickled down my cheeks. My fist were clinched, I could feel the nails cutting into my palms. Master again caressed over the burning cheeks, saying how the colour was changing nicely. I just SCREAMED out loudly, painfully as the stinging blows now made there presence known across the backs of my legs. I just had to take it, I could go nowhere, my head now fell forward again, resting against the wall. I didn't want to cry like a baby again, but somehow I couldn't help it, as the tears ran steadily out. Master pulled back my head, I looked at him knowing I'm at his mercy. "Are you alright?" he asked me. I just nodded to say, Yes. With that he took one of the scarfs, rolled it up in front of me. Putting it in my opened mouth then tying it firmly in place. My body went tense as I waited for the next onslaught. It came quickly across the backside again, about six more I think. Muffled screams rung out again, I felt myself flop backwards, held only by the restraining straps. The swinging of the weights, I thought the marbles would soon be ripped out. Master started kneading my shoulders, my neck, working down till he reached those burning cheeks. Lightly he stroked over them, his touch seemed to cool me down a little. Or was it just imagination, but it felt good anyway. "Now you know what the cane is like, and I like using it." was all he said, then untied the weight from under. Resting his body over mine. Tears were still running, I knew my nose was running too, I was still gagged. His hands went around my legs, then he took hold of one stiff clit. It wasn't till now I realised that, yes I did have an erection. Again the punishment has produced a full blown erection on me. "Someone must love being punished," keeping a firm hold of it, but not stroking it. Master whispered in my ear. Before releasing me, some lotion was gently dabbed over that whole burning area of my backside. The gag came out as I lay on the floor still sobbing a little, my nose was also in need of a good blowing out. Which it got after having the eyes wiped. I was left lying there, as Master left me, returning later. I don't know how much later, as I had to be woken up. He had changed into his black satin open neck shirt and black trousers. "I'm going out for a while, I've put your bowls in the cage for you. Now stand up!" As I did only to be put back into the chastity belt, then led over into the cage and locked in. To wait Masters return, a couple of hours later, I believe. Then to be let out, taken up and put to bed. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 14 soon, I hope.