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.

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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.

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Chapter 14 soon, I hope.