Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 13:03:07 +1300
From: Matthew <femboynz@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Life for Timothy.  Chapter 2.

DISCLAIMER: This story is Fictional. But 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. This
is my first effort at writing a story, So you may find it a bit slow to
start. But I do hope you'll read and send any comments to Matthew at

A New life for Timothy.

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Chapter Two.

I woke in the morning with the inevitable erection again. What can I do,
I thought to myself? I want to touch, but I mustn't. I'll turn onto my
tummy and play that way, no that's no good can't get that beautiful
feel of my lovely nighty, plus I'd get more pre cum over it, then what
would happen. I don't want to upset My Lord so early in the piece, not
knowing want means of discipline he would use on me. My cock was
throbbing under its silky covering of my nighty. My mind was running wild
with all the same thoughts of last night. Looking around the room, it's
so feminine, yes it's so me. I know I'm a sissy and want to be treated
like one. I also know I'm wanting to be My Lords Slave, if that is what
he has in mind for me. I just couldn't stop putting my hand down to
caress over my satin coved penis. It was at the same time I heard the
phone ring and being answered very quickly, My Lord must be up what if he
comes in and finds me wanking off, what would he do. I don't want to
make him mad at me on only my second day. I stopped quickly and got out
of bed and changed into my male clothes, then went down stairs. Thinking
I'd find My Lord down there, but no, he was still in bed. I made him a
cup of Tea and took it up to him. He was pleased with me doing that,
But!"Where is your nighty? Don't you like wearing your pretty nighty.
Did I say anything about getting changed into that?"

I bowed my head and said "No My Lord and Yes I do love being in my
nighty."

"Well go and put it back on, like the good Nancy boy you are."

Back in my room I again changed, Oh Shit! I can see the tell tail stains
on it from my last nights cum. Plus there are crease marks from where
I've had my hand this morning. Oh damn! I thought, I'll put my dressing
gown on that'll hide it all. Yes! That looks better. Of I went assured
in myself all was concealed. That was until I had to take off the
dressing gown and exhibit my short comings of last night. I was ordered
to stand close to My Lord. I did it in dread of what would happen.
Pointing to the marks I was asked in a firm tone, "How did they get there
and why is the nighty so creased around there!"

Tears came to my eyes and all I could say was, "I just couldn't help
myself, My Lord. I......" Before I could say anymore.

"Didn't I tell you not to play with yourself? Seems I can't trust you
to be alone. If that's the sort of houseboy you'll be, I just have to
let you go now!"

"Oh no My Lord," I said in a disheartened voice, I could feel the tears
starting to run down my cheeks now, as I then got on my knees to beg
forgiveness for what I had done. "You can trust me with anything My Lord.
I want to be obedient to you. B.... but last night I was just so aroused
lying there in this beautiful nighty and knowing I was in such a pretty
room. I was just feeling so feminine and thinking of all that is
happening to me now. It all just got the better of me, My Lord. That I
got so horny, my cock was so hard and throbbing under the beautiful
satin. I couldn't stop myself from caressing over it. Next thing I was
shooting cum up over my stomach." I lowered my head to say, "PLEASE, I
want to be good, I want to do anything you order of me My Lord." I kept
my head lowered till I was told to lift up and look at him. My eyes were
blurry with tears as I looked towards him. I was offered his hanky to
wipe the tears away.

"Yes, I know how you were, you had been horny ever since you arrived, and
I would of been surprised if you hadn't had a good play with it. That
was one reason I made it so obvious what I was doing before you left my
room for bed last night. To see if you could go the night without
touching it. Was it a very enjoyable experience, did you lick it all up?"

"Oh! Yes My Lord, it would of been the best I have had, I just didn't
want to stop and I do love the taste of it." I said feeling big relief
come over me, knowing he understood.

"That's good, But! Don't think you can get away with it again. If I say
don't do something, well you Won't do it. Do I make myself clear."

"Oh Yes My Lord, and thank you for understanding how I was feeling." I
said in a submissive tone.

"I think you have an idea what will happen to a disobedient houseboy. So
be warned."

Yes I do have an idea and nothing has dispelled the thoughts of what I'm
going to finish up being to him. With that he pushed a foot out of the
bed, telling me to kiss it and say how I want to be a very good little
pansy boy from now on. I did as I was told, I love to kiss his feet. It
makes be feel so much under his control, even now.

After breakfast and we had showered. I had to dress My Lord in casual
clothes, then he took me into my room where I had my lace garter put back
on my cock before he sorted out what I was to wear. Again he just sat and
watched as I put on deodorant, powered my body etc. I still felt
self-conscious do that in front of him, even though I had not long since
put his deodorant etc. on him. Now it was on with my satin boxers, pale
blue satin shirt, a dark silver grey tie, navy suit trousers and matching
waistcoat. As I was told I was alway to be properly dressed in the house.
The rest of that Sunday went just as normal with me finding out where
everything is kept and how everything must be done. After the evening
meal and I had cleaned up. I returned to My Lord in his Study, where upon
I was given a folder which contained my daily schedule for a whole seven
day week. My day would start from the time I got up in the morning till
after I'd cleaned up after the evening meal. One good thing I noticed,
there were no times set out for doing a job. But each day after My Lord
had left for work. My first jobs in a layed out order in which they were
to be done. I was to start in My Lords bedroom, which was to be
spotlessly cleaned each day, that is to be followed by doing all the hand
washing, then onto the kitchen, next was the bathroom and toilet, last
would be my bedroom. As I was told those rooms are done in order of
importance. Then the rest of the daily chores would start, what I didn't
get done in the day would be added on to the next and by the list of jobs
for each day it seemed I would have to just keep at it. Or as I was told,
I could be up late into the night by the end of the week. It also stated,
I would be Formally dressed and told what I'm to wear each day. Apart
from doing My Lords personal washing by hand each day, I would also have
to make sure my clothes were also clean and ironed, as I wouldn't know
what I'd be told I'm to wear from one day to the next.

At 6.45am. my alarm went off, I knew this is to be the start of my
Houseboy duties. My hand went straight for a stiff penis I could feel
under my lovely satin nighty. I knew I wasn't aloud to play with it,
also there wasn't any time now. So just a nice little caressing over the
nighty would have to do before I pulled myself out of bed. Then into My
Lords room to see him up. Good job I didn't do anything, as the first
thing he did was to inspect under my nighty. I was still semi erect, but
at least he knew I hadn't been wanking myself off over night. All he
said was good boy you'll learn very quickly not to touch it. With that I
got his dressing gown to put on him as he got out of bed. A finger
pointed towards his feet, I knew that was a sign to go down and kiss
them. The aroma of his sweat after a night in bed was evident. I
couldn't help putting my tongue between his toes for a quick morsel, it
was delightful. How I wished I could just stay there licking and sucking
on them. Next thing his foot went straight between my legs to push me
away. Yes! He knew it was making me horny again.

"Just kiss them is all you have to do." he told me as he started walking
towards the door.

"Now go get my breakfast ready while I have a shower, then come in to dry
me down."

After drying and putting on his toiletries etc. I was to shower while he
had his breakfast. Then it was into getting him ready for work. Blow
drying and brushing out his hair, completely dressing him, making sure
everything was perfect. I was taken to my room where what I was to wear
was taken out for me to put on after My Lord left for work. I was told I
wouldn't be wearing my penis garter today, as I had to wash it. It was
about 8 30am. That My Lord was ready to leave, he looked stunning as
always. At the door I was again down kissing lovingly at his feet and
being told to make sure I do a good job and don't even think about that
cock. You only have time for housework is that understood? "Yes I know My
Lord." As I knelt back up, he just patted me fondly on the head like you
would a little puppy dog. I stood to open the door and wished him a
pleasant day as he departed.

He walked out saying just, do a good job now I'll be checking all when I
get home.

After having my breakfast and dressing, it was now on with my Monday
chores. Making My Lords bed was such a delight, as I first lay over it
just smelling where he had been. Thinking of where each part of his
beautiful body had been lying, then kissing that area of the bed. And
saying to myself, "My Lord, I hope you want to use me the way I'm hoping
you do." I knew I couldn't stay there, getting so hot and horny. Well I
got his room cleaned at last. Then taking his washing out, holding it in
my arms and up to my face was another test. Yes, these have all been on
his body. I just had to again kiss everything I was holding, even licking
them all just for that taste before immersing in the soapy water. I got
the little bit of washing I had, so as to do it altogether. Thinking how
nice it will be knowing my shirts, undies etc. have been washed with My
Lords clothes. It may sound silly but, I felt it such an honour to think
my shirt has been in the same water as My Lords.

Well, my first day went of fine, as I got everything done. Dinner was not
far from being ready for when My lord returned. I had just put away the
iron, when I heard "Pansy boy where are you?" It didn't take long before
I was back in the hallway, on my knees again kissing his feet to welcome
My Lord home. I then followed him into the lounge, took off his suit coat
before he sat for me to remove his shoes and tie. "Now get my comforters
and you'll find a silk Yellow paisley cravat on the tie rack, bring them
down for me." Without a word I just bowed my head before leaving. On by
return, My Lord was sitting with a glass of wine waiting for me to put on
his comforters, then the cravat around his neck. I then had to excuse
myself to see to his dinner. Later while I was cleaning up in the kitchen
My Lord went on his inspection tour of my days work. He was pleased with
what I had done, except for when I hung up his jacket I didn't remove
the handkerchief from the top pocket. Also he complemented me on the
meal. "Thank You My Lord, that is about the only thing I was aloud to do
living with my parents. That way my mother didn't have to do any
cooking, and I really enjoy it."

With that I was told to kneel between his legs facing him. His hand went
under my chin to left it, and hold it, so I was looking straight into his
eyes, before he announced.

"Tomorrow I've made an appointment for you at this seamstress for
11.30am. She's going to make you some pretty dresses and other feminine
clothes. Won't that be nice?"

"Oh Yes My Lord, B......but can't I just buy them from a normal shop. I
know about what size I would need. Plus it'll be so embarrassing having
this woman knowing she's making dresses for a man." I said hoping he'd
see it my way.

"No that out of the question. Firstly, you're no man, you maybe male,
but that's as far as it goes for a pansy boy like you. Secondly, The
Lady knows all about you and is looking forward to seeing you have really
pretty clothes to wear. Plus, if things work out and I keep you on, some
of the clothes I'll want you to wear can't be bought form a shop.
Thirdly, you'll have to learn that I make the rules for you to follow.
Understand!"

I could feel all the time, my face was a bright red with the
embarrassment of it all. Even being told for the first time, I'm not a
real man. Well, I guess I'm not either really. Then to be having a woman
making dresses for me. I wonder what she'll think of me. even though I
know I'd love to be wearing lovely dresses. I answered by saying, "I
understand My Lord and I'm sorry for questioning your discussions."
Still holding my face up from under the chin his other hand started
stroking over my hair as I was told how sweet I'll look in beautiful
girls clothes. I was then made turn around, rest my head on his lap right
over the hard cock I could feel straining under his pants. My head was
pushed into it and rubbed against it. A finger went into my mouth. As I
was told to just keep sucking on it as it went, in and out just like I
was working on a thin hard cock. But I loved do it and put my hands over
his so as not to lose it. All the time the only thing he said was,
you're just my little Nancy boy who is going to please his Lord and
Master. With that and the feeling of his rock hard cock under my head,
there was nothing else I could do but get an throbbing erection of my
own. I went to put a hand down there to make myself a little more
comfortable. But was quickly told not to touch myself and put my hand
back over his. After about half an hour of this. I had to stand facing
him to underdress myself. Again my hard penis was just given a few hard
slaps and twisted back to make me squeal out with the pain as my erection
soon disappeared.

"See a man doesn't make noises like that, only Sissy do, right. Now take
my comforters and socks off and start licking. As I did My Lord stood
telling me were to put myself between his legs. I knew he was now jerking
off and talking to me like I'm a dirty Sissy slut. I didn't care, I was
just happy down licking all over his feet. Then, I heard his breathing
get heaver and faster, over my lower back I felt his hot spunk landing
splash after splash it kept coming. I just knelt still to receive it all
and not have any miss its target. With the last drop fallen and his hand
wiped over my back. I was told to crawl over to get my handkerchief from
my trousers and crawl back with my back to My Lord. All the time I was
feeling his cum running down between my arse cheeks. Oh, how I wished it
had been discharged right up my anal passage.

I now felt his foot wipe all over my back smearing his man juice all over
me.

"Now use your handkerchief to wipe clean my foot."

Before I did I asked, "My Lord can I please lick it of your adorable
foot."

"No! a person like you has to earn that privilege to taste my juice, so
just wipe Pansy boy."

That I pleasingly executed.

It was another restless night, my cock throbbing wanting to be massaged.
Still with that luxurious feeling of my satin nighty, knowing I want to
obey My Lord and not wank. Then I kept thinking about tomorrow morning,
having this woman making dresses for me. How embarrassing is that going
to be. Well somehow I must of gone off to sleep, as the next thing I
heard the alarm sounding for me to get up.

Before My Lord left for work, he got out all my best clothes that I was
to wear, tried my penis garter back on me. I asked if I could please go
without that today. My request was just ignored. Guess he knew it was
going to embarrass me even more. After saying my goodbyes. I was told
don't be late as the Lady has more important people to see than just be
waiting for a Nancy boy to arrive. The rest of the morning my stomach was
full of butterflies again. Even worse than I had before I first met my
now Lord and Master. I didn't have any time to do any of my housework.
It was just get myself dressed looking and smelling my best. Before it
was time to leave for the long trek to Kingston and the Seamstress. Again
the closer I got the more nervous I became, the butterflies even started
producing more butterflies in my stomach. But I knew somehow I had to
keep going forward. At last I had arrived, well after only 40min's. I
was to early so just walked around a bit looking in shops trying to think
of other things. Time ticked on 11.15am. The watch showed, so Timothy
take a deep breath and head up those steps. That I did, then another deep
breath before knocking and opening the door into a waiting room.

A woman about 40 came out, Oh! You must be Timothy Johnson, she said. I
was a little taken back by that, but said "Yes that's right you're
expecting me."

"Yes you're a little early, so just take a seat and look though some
magazine there if you like. See if there's something that takes your
eye. I'm just fitting a lady and won't be very long." I noticed the way
she had a close look at me, or was I just imagining it. All the same was
pleased when she went back to the changing room. Then it hit me. That
other woman she'll see me when she comes out. I looked through the
magazines they were all of women's clothes, which is understandable and
there were some very elegant dresses etc. in them. But not really me.
Next I heard talking as the two ladies headed out of the changing room, I
tried to look the other way, but what a lot of use that was in such a
small waiting room. Then, I heard it, "OK. Timothy you can go into that
changing room now and strip off like a good ......... Chap." I just
blushed with embarrassment as I thought see was going to call me Girl or
something that My Lord calls me. As I got up I was given some more
catalogues to look through. As I was taking them, I couldn't help but
notice both women smiling at me. Yes they both know what I'm there for.
I couldn't get into that little room quick enough away from them. I just
sat there a minute holding the magazines not even looking at them. Just
letting my heart slow down before I started striping down till I was now
just in my boxers and socks. As I started looking through the catalogues,
I notice they were all men like myself in them wearing the most beautiful
underwear, dresses, skirts and blouses. There were three decent size
catalogues and all were men. I started to get a raging horn on just
looking and thinking how I would really love to have beautiful clothes
like some of them were wearing. My thoughts were stopped abruptly as the
seamstress entered. "I said to strip off, I mean everything off! hurry up
now, I'll be back in a minute." There I was sitting there with a
throbbing erection that didn't want to go, plus a satin n lace garter
tried at the base of all of that. And a woman I've never seem before.
Just as I heard footsteps coming in my direction I pulled of my boxers,
but held them in front of me. hoping I would deflate quickly. The door
slid open and there she was, accompanied by an assistant, a young woman
not many years older than myself.

"Now come along take them away, we know what you have there. You're not
the only Sissy boy I make clothes for you know. These boys in the
catalogues are all wearing there own clothes that I make for them. So
don't be shy, you know that little thing you're wearing. I gave that to
Mr Johnson for you last week, when he made this appointment for you."
Again my heart missed a beat and my boxers were just taken from me, with
no resistance. I stood as the tape measure was placed all over my body.
My erection still standing proud and not a word about it was said as they
measured every inch of me by the seems of it. That one would think they
were going to make a life size model of me. I was beginning to feel a lot
more relaxed now as they put the tape over me. I could talk about my
feminine feelings, things I've never been able to confide with anyone
till now. We talked about pretty clothes that I could be wearing. The
assistant showed me some photos of a couple of chaps wearing long black
skirts with white or black satin blouses which hung outside the skirt.
They had a polo like collars with a lovely ruffled lace down the front
and a fine lace hanging about 4inches below the cuffs of the puffed
sleeves. They also wore beautiful full-length black velvet hooded capes
lined in a Violet satin. She was telling me how pretty I'll look dressed
in an outfit like them. I wondered about that remark, as I thought they
looked like some colts I've seem around. Am I going to be dressed like
that too, and it seems they do know a lot more about me, than I do at
this stage.

When they were at last finished, the assistant girl gave me a we kiss on
the cheek, saying you're going to look lovely. Before handing me a pen
and paper to write down code numbers of what I liked in the catalogues. I
sat there naked looking through these catalogues again, thinking I really
love everything and would cherish the thought of being able to wear them
all. A head popped in as the door slid open a little. "Oh, you can get
dressed again now sweetie, forgot to tell you. Then you can come and wait
out here till I finish a letter for Mr Johnson." the door closed again. I
got dressed and went back to the waiting room, feeling a great deal
better than before. Even if someone else came in, I wouldn't be
embarrassed now. It wasn't long before I was confronted with a parcel a
bit larger than a wine box and told the note is inside for Mr Johnson.
"Now have you picked out what you really like from the catalogues."

"No Mama, not really there is just so many things that are so gorgeous,
that I don't know."

"Well not to worry there's catalogues in the box, plus Mr Johnson will
know what he'll want you to wear."

With that she gave me a big cuddle, telling me to "Be a good girl now
Timothy and we'll see you again soon."

"Thank you Mama, I feel a lot better now, than I did arriving."

It was now 12.45pm. As I left to make my way home again, feeling
wonderful with not a care in the world, but a bit famished and unable to
buy anything as I don't have any money now. So home as quickly as
possible.

My mind was in a spin the rest of the afternoon, thinking of myself
wearing such elegant clothes. I didn't even get all the main chores
finished, had just started on my room when it was about time to start
preparing the evening meal for My Lords. All the while wondering what
would be said about my slow progress. So when it was about time for My
Lord to arrive I made sure I was ready. I even put my suit coat back on,
so he could see how I looked this morning. Then I heard, "Nancy boy!" in
on time I was at the door on my knees kissing his feet. After he had
settled in the lounge I tried to explain my remiss in getting all my
chores done. But he wasn't that interested in that, just said you'll
have more to do tomorrow. He was more interested in my visit to the
Seamstress this morning. I was pleased to tell him everything and how
much I would love to wear such beautiful clothes. His response to that
was, "We'll just have to wait and see how good you are at doing what
you're told, and weather I'll keep you on, won't we."

Again I let him know how much I wanted to serve him, to do what he
demanded of me.

It was after I had done the cleaning up after meal, that I returned to
the lounge to find My Lord reading the letter from the seamstress. He
just looked at me, telling me to stand in front of the small table, which
now adorned four catalogues, one I hadn't seen before. The box which
contained the letter etc. was on the floor beside him. As I stood there
with head bowed, I was feeling a little self-conscious, realizing the
letter would of been all about my visit. With the letter now read it was
placed abreast the catalogues. After studying me for a minute, My Lord
rose and came to stand behind me. His hands came under my arms to caress
over my chest, parting my jacket to squeezing on my nipples. I could feel
that hot sexy breath on my neck. I tried to turn and rest my head close
to his chest to show my acceptance. But was told to keep looking straight
ahead. I was becoming extremely aroused by his gentle, suggestive
touching. Softly in my ear he said. "I thought you told me yesterday, you
were a man? By what I read you're far from being that. Aren't you?"

"Yes I know My Lord, I'm sorry for thinking I'm a man, I know I am only
a Sissy boy."

"Yes that is right, a little Pansy. Now turn around for me, I want to
undress my Pansy boy."

I turned to give him the passage to everything I had on, while looking to
him through very wanton eyes. Not a word was said about my demeanor as I
was slowly stripped naked. I couldn't help but give out a pacific sigh
as his hands removed the garter from the base of my now rock hard
throbbing penis. I just had to put my hands out to caress down his
beautiful arms. My eyes closed as I again tried to move closer, wanting
to rest my head on his shoulder. To say, Please My Lord I want you to
treat me as you wish. I just want to be yours. But I didn't get that
chance. Then to send me further off, his hand went gently under my
seeping cock just to let it rest on his hand. Before his finger took the
pre cum that was now hanging from my slit, then it came into my mouth for
me to suck clean, as he smiled at me and said firm NO!!. knowing what I
was wanting to happen. Instead he guided me towards the box, saying he
had a nice we present for his pansy boy. On opening the box my mouth just
opened with great delight in seeing its contents. A box full of the most
beautiful lingerie. Like a little kid, I was straight in taking
everything out. Holding each item up to myself, touching them all over,
feeling the lovely soft, silky fabric next to my skin was getting a bit
much. My cock was standing up like crazy again dribbling. That My Lord
made me leave everything on the sofa till he returned. Leaving me alone
for a minute, only to return with a rubber, which he placed over my
excited penis. "Now we won't get that stuff dripping all over the
place."

"No, all this underwear is just So Beautiful My Lord, I just can't help
it." I told him, as I again pick them up, piece by piece taking them to
feel against my face, kissing them like they were the most magnificent
articles of clothing one could ever wish for. And they were all for me a
real SISSY-BOY to wear.

There was another pretty off white satin nighty that came just below the
knee, the V neckline was in a heavy lace and the same for the sleeves
which were finished in satin cuffs. There were two camisoles, one white
satin with a little lace trim around the neck. The other, a light Pink
satin with a deeper shade of Pink satin bow at the base of the shoulder
straps. The box also contained three bras, a pale blue and a white satin,
plus a plain white lace one. Then four pairs of Nylon panties in
different colours, but all had inch wide lace around the legs. Plus
embroidered on the left leg was Sissy or Pansy in a bright colour so it
really stood out. On the opposite leg there were embroidered rosebuds or
butterflies. Yes these panties were made for boys like me. they weren't
tight fitting like girls wear, more of a bloomer type. To my surprise I
was to find two pinafores completely outlined with a good 2in frill even
around the neck band. They also said Sissy or Pansy boldly across one
side of the bib part. Apart from all these pretty things, I found other
little treasures that were to make my penis look pretty also. Like
ribbons to be tied at the base into big bows. Then a couple of other
lovely silk squares with a hole in the centre and a narrow lace sown on
the outside of a "cock ring" and threaded with two narrow ribbons.

Just watching me, My Lord must of seen how I was getting extremely
stimulated with my new treasures. As I was now told to, "stop playing
with them and come and let me help you get dressed up as the pretty Nancy
boy you are." I looked to him with the biggest smile on my face.

"Oh yes please, Thank you My Lord." as I went close to him with goodies
in hand. Firstly my boy breast was encased in its new white lace bra. My
hands went straight up to cherish this moment. To feel my small nipples
under there new shroud. As I stood caressing my breast, My Lord was down
tying a lovely red ribbon around the base of my throbbing rubber covered
penis. I must say it looked just so pretty with its big bow and ends
hanging down around it. Because of my erection My Lord unfortunately
couldn't put the ring of the penis petty over my shaft. So to feel the
new silk square "penis petty" will have to wait, Unfortunately. When my
panties went on I realised they aren't close fitting ones, so my little
petty or ribbons don't get crushed under there. They can hang free so I
can get that lovely feeling of there movement as I move around.

When I had all my delightful undies on, I had to parade myself around the
lounge for My Lord I loved doing that, as I could see how much he was
enjoying eyeing my ever move. His little Nancy houseboy is now a proper
girly-boy. Satisfied with my display, I now had to get the catalogues and
go and sit between his legs. As we looked through them, I was getting to
a point where I just wanted to keep touching the front of my panties. Or
leaning up against My Lord hard shaft next to me. But that wasn't
tolerated, my hands were smacked hard each time, or I was pushed from his
standing penis. It got to a point where I had to get the belt from my
trousers, so my hand could be tied behind my back. I was then asked,
"Does that feel better." I couldn't help but say "Oh yes! thank you My
Lord, but thinking of wearing these pretty clothes is just getting me so
aroused, that I can't help what is happening to me."

"Well you are going to have to learn very quickly not to touch" is all he
said, before going back to the catalogues. Once he had finished the last
catalogues, I was told he'd sort out what Sissy is going to wear, that I
had no say in it at all. But from now on I'll be wearing a bra all the
time. >From after my bath till I go to bed at night. My bra is to be the
most important item of clothing to me. even more so than panties or
trousers. I can only say it felt so sexy to be wearing a bra that I
didn't mind being told I'll always be wearing one from now on. I just
looked to My Lord with a smile on my face and said "Thank you."

Putting his left arm around my shoulder pulling me closer, them his right
hand went and fondled over my panties. I just closed my eyes and went
into a trance with the anticipation of what is going to happen. But
hoping it didn't explode to quickly, as I was painfully hot and horny as
hell. Then to feel My Lords beautiful hand stroking over my panties. I
just rested my head on his warm chest, where I could feel and hear his
strong heart beat. Softly I said, "please My Lord take me slowly." All my
pleasure was now in his hands. As I felt the hand move under the
waistband of my panties then to finger over my rubber covered pulsating
cock. I could only give a deep murmur to show the pleasure I was
receiving from his touch. All the while not a word was spoken till I was
told to stand so he could take my panties off. Slowly and seductively
they were lowered till I was able to step out of them. My Lord picked
them up and started using them to stroke over my rock hard shaft. It was
just a shame I had a rubber on as I couldn't get that lovely feeling of
the panties caressing my penis. Well guess that didn't really matter, as
the next thing they were up at my lips for me to kiss all over. As I was
being asked how much I loved to wear panties. I was on such a high all I
could say was "Please My Lord keep me in all these pretty things, I want
so much to be wearing girls beautiful panties and have you treat me like
a girl."

He just smiled and said you are such a pansy boy aren't you. Putting the
panties in his other hand in such a way that they were in my full view
and he was holding me firmly to his side. His right hand then went back
to stroking my throbbing cock again. Only this time holding firm and
stroking hard and faster. That in no time I was going weak at the knees,
panting heavier, trying to turn my head closer towards My Lord to show my
feelings with my lips. But was unable to do that, being told "Don't
move!"

I could feel it coming from my balls, my body started quivering, wanting
to use my hands to touch myself or My Lord, but they were still tied
behind my back. I was breathing even fasted as I looked up to My Lord
with great pleasure and tenderness. I could only say softly "I'm coming,
I'm ....... commmiiinnnng, OH Yeeeeeessssssssss! My Daddy, My Daddy,
I'M C O M I N G!! Then thrust after thrusts I jettisoned my load into
the rubber skin covering my pulsating penis. All the time still being
pulled off with a firm stroking hand, to get every last drop of juice out
of my balls. I then heard him saying to me, "That's a good girl, let all
that girly juice out, yes that's a good girl, till there was nothing
left for me to give."

I had my head rested on his shoulder while he caressed all over my face
again with the panties. They felt just so gentle and wonderful. I said, "
I really love being treated like this and Thank you for juicing me the
way you did My Lord."

As my cock deflated the rubber was gently slid off and put up to my mouth
for me to drink all of its goodness. Once most had been consumed the skin
was turned inside out and placed in my mouth to suck every last morsel
off. My hands were now freed again and I was sent over to jet my
handkerchief from my trouser pocket. So My Lord could wipe my cock clean
with it. After wiping down the shaft, he pulled my skin right back then
dropped his spittle all over the head. Taking my handkerchief he
proceeded to wipe gently all over my still sensitive cock head. The feel
of it, plus watching him cleaning it in that way started to bring life
back in my organ. Something that didn't go unnoticed, as it was given a
couple of hard slaps and squeezed firmly between his fingers. Which made
me whimper with the pain, I tried to say I'm sorry for letting this
happen. But was cut short, as I was told I've had all my pleasure for
one day. Now put your panties back on then put all your girly things away
in your draws. Then we'll get you ready for bed.

That night must of been one of the worst night I could remember in bed.
Lying there in such a pretty nighty, thinking of all that beautiful
underwear I now have to wear. Yes, wearing a bra all the time.
Fantasizing about being dressed in some of those lovely outfits in the
catalogues. My time at the seamstress, yes my hole day has just been so
femininely exciting for me, that I couldn't sleep. I had a throbbing
erection the whole time no matter which way I turned to try and sleep my
cock was in the way, begging to be touched. The more I tried to fight it,
the greater my Sissy images became. Like, I'm standing there in just my
bra, stockings and little penis petty while men are caressing me all
over. Working me off, then drinking all my juice telling me how
refreshing it tasted. I know My Lord warned me not to touch myself down
there. But I was just about going crazy with a hot pulsating cock that
was leaking, plus balls that were now tight and heavy, reflections in my
head that were so beautiful. I could see nothing else for it but to
carefully give myself relief via my hand. It didn't take much till again
my body was in convulsions as I jettisoned shot after shot of hot spunk
up over my chest. Trying the best I could to keep my nighty out of the
line of fire, again failing to do so. After consuming my spillage, it was
now try and clean the nighty of any telltale signs the best I could using
spit on my handkerchief. Then hoping all would be gone my the morning.
Only to wake up and find that didn't happen, Oh Shit!, Shit!, Shit!!
What will happen now. I just sat on the bed crying as I pondered my fate,
before I knew I would have to go and face my Lord wearing this nighty. I
could see no other option but to go and face My Lord and put myself at
his mercy. Knowing that I had done wrong, I tapped on his door before
entering. Next thing without thinking, I was on my knees beside his bed,
begging his forgiveness for what I had done. Telling all of how it
happened, I felt my eyes watering up and the tears started to trickle
down my cheek again. As I continued to beg for mercy and not to be got
rid of for what I had done. I promised that I did want to be completely
obedient to him, that he could really trust me. All this time My Lord
said not a word, but looked harshly at me. Then I noticed his foot come
from under the bed covers. I knew to go straight to it and kiss it, only
to be told "Don't just kiss it, LICK IT!!! and all over it, you
disobedient Slut!." Without hesitation my tongue was out doing its duty,
licking all over between his toes, licking out all that sweat and must
admit I was loving the taste. Satisfied, my face was just pushed away by
his foot, as I was told to go and prepare his breakfast. I left his room
with still watery eyes but knowing nothing dyer had happened to me.

Once I had showered and My Lord had finished his breakfast. I was taken
to my room and made dress in my new underwear before him. Then it was of
to dress My Lord for work. All this time not a word had been said about
my misbehaving over night. It wasn't till we were at the door as My Lord
was about to leave, that I was told I had a lot of work to catch up on
today and it had to all be done before he returned home. Looking up to
him from my knees before kissing his feet I told him. "Yes My Lord and I
promise that I'll be good, I do want to stay as your houseboy." Then
just before he departed he turned to me to say, "I'll take care of your
punishment tonight, so you can think about it all day and why." with that
he just left, even without saying goodbye as he had the last couple of
days.

I finished getting dressed in what had been layed out for me to wear. It
was a wonderful feeling wearing all these lovely feminine things
underneath my trouser and shirt, which in turn was covered by a white
pretty frilly pinafore. Then it was to start on all my daily chores. I
had no time to waste as there was a lot to get done, because I didn't
want to upset My Lord any further with the possibility also of being
dismissed. All day my mind was on his departing words, "My punishment
tonight." What will it be, it kept me fearful, frightened to even think
of touching myself as I went though my day. Which at times seemed to
drag. But as the afternoon wore on, it seemed no time till I was down
kissing My Lords feet to welcome him home after his working day.

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To Be Continued soon.